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Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 19, 2017 11:37:30 GMT
Para wasn't really sure how much time had passed since her... event with Light. Her perception of time wasn't exactly stellar inside the Forge and she hadn't stepped outside since the door shut behind Light, aside form a quick trip to the Fountain to fix her injury. The last thing she wanted right now was to face another gem, besides there was far too much work to do. Work, yes... the one thing she could distract herself with to keep her mind off recent events. Para worked without sleep, without even so much as a rest, trying to reach a breakthrough in her project. Her initial tests were less than stellar, but there was still hope. There was a few brief moments that it almost seemed to work, if she could only figure out how to maintain that... if only...
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 19, 2017 11:45:07 GMT
Time continued ever onward as it does, with Para making little to no headway into figuring out the missing key. Growing frustrated she swung her arms to clear the anvil that she often used as a table, "It's impossible! There's no hope!" She glared down at the mess she made, almost as if trying to find blame in it for her failures. Even in her current state Para knew it was just the frustration of hitting a dead end getting to her, there had to be a way around it. After all, she already threw so much away for this she couldn't exactly just give up.
Then an idea sprouted, perhaps what she needed was just to make some progress doing something else even if that 'something' was more of a diversion than anything. Leaving the mess as it was Para went and found her custom data-pad that she had made for herself. Flicking the screen on and looking through the files she eventually came across the beginnings of her other projects. One of which she couldn't really make any progress with at the moment, lacking the rather elusive sapphire required for testing, but the other was a different story entirely.
"Cloaking technology, hmm? I suppose everyone needs a Plan B. Just in case..."
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 19, 2017 11:59:17 GMT
Working with renewed vigor Para collected her tools and set to work, enacting on her theoretical prototype she had in mind. While Morion's plan for this tech was much grander than what she currently had in mind, Para had to start somewhere. As such she began the usual process of making various molds for the pieces she would need and gathered what she couldn't craft herself from the supply Morion had sent. The next few hours were spent smelting metal into different mechanical pieces that would then be put together to form a chassis of sorts.
The rest of the prototype would come from the others bits of tech supplied for such an en-devour, graciously procured for her by the Smokey Quartz himself. She would have to use it sparingly, but she was sure that once a proof of concept was done she could receive another shipment.
During all of this Para found herself stopping now and then, trying to place an odd sound that stayed persistent since her fight with that corrupted gem machine she made. Over time it almost seemed to grow clearer, more defined, more identifiable. It was a voice... sort of. More of a mumbling than anything, almost like a tapping at the back of her mind. That alone was not terribly worrying, not initially at least, as the Forge was often full of odd noises from the internal machines behind the walls. But she was no fool, Para could notice the once minuscule spot on her gem growing larger on her gem. As much as she hoped otherwise, she knew it was no coincidence.
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 19, 2017 12:11:42 GMT
Eventually it was finished, whatever it was. Had anyone else seen the odd contraption they probably couldn't guess its function, looking more like an oddly shaped lamp than anything. It was an odd design perhaps, but it was compact and functional. The body served to house the rechargeable power cell and internal systems, while a reflective almost solar-panel like frame at the top served to create the field that would evenly disperse the cloaking effect.
It was made fairly quick, though Para couldn't exactly claim much pride over it. After all, the tech had been invented long ago she was simply mimicking schematics she had been sent. The purpose of this was less to see if it was possible to cloak something, but rather if she could indeed replicate an effective cloaking machine. In theory if she could master its creation it would become a question of finding a powerful enough source of energy rather than a limits of technology.
Requiring something to test it on Para made a basic metal stick figure doll, sitting it atop the anvil next to the device. Just as she was about to finally hit the button to turn it on the noise she almost forgot about for a few moments grew eerily clear, "You really expect this to work?"
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 20, 2017 9:26:18 GMT
The voice was not hers, but it was certainly close. There was a certain familiarity about it that unnerved Para more than the fact she heard it at all. Turning around in circles she tried in vain to find the source of the voice, "W-who are you? Show yourself!" And then as if on command when Para turned back around there she was. Leaning with her elbows on the anvil was another Padparadscha, much like Para herself but this one was dressed in much more flowery and colorful clothing, "So, what exactly is your plan, hmm? Simply slap on a big battery and call it a day? Tsk tsk tsk, silly Para never thinking things through..."
It was just as Para feared, she very much remembered this gem, "Parscha..." her tone was far more fearful than anything, "Oh, so you do remember me then dear? That's good, and here I thought little Miss Para here might have forgotten my lovely face." Parscha (par-shuh) was a Padparascha just like Para, in fact she operated in the same circle as her back on Homeworld. One might think in such an environment they'd become friends or at least associates, but in actuality their circle of Padparaschas was cutthroat. Each one was in competition with one another in an attempt to obtain the most prestigious jobs, measuring their social standing by who and where their creations were held. At the head of this circle was none other than Parscha, the most conceited and nefarious gem in the batch. She was notorious among the others for doing whatever it took to remove those that crossed her, going so far as to sabotage other projects or even pull favors to bring down anyone getting ahead of her.
She was the embodiment of everything Para despised back at Homeworld, the biggest reason she wanted to travel to a new world. Honestly Para wasn't expecting to get the task when it was announced, yet miraculously she was picked above all the others. Before leaving she did hear a rumor that Parscha had actually passed on the mission, but she never had the chance to confirm or deny it. For a while she still thought about the fact that she was picked over Parscha, but eventually the concern was drowned out by one event after another and after a while she almost forgot entirely about her and the other Padparschas.
And now here she was, Parscha the most wicked of the artisans. Para wouldn't have believed it, by all accounts it made no sense, yet she was clearly there! Right...? Something was off, that much was obvious, but at the same tame it felt difficult to focus too much. A dull pain akin to a headache left her not questioning things too far, her focus constantly drifting
A sadistic grin grew on Parscha's face, "So... miss me?"
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 20, 2017 9:41:26 GMT
"So this is the hole you've found yourself staying in? Rather dirty, isn't it? Bit of a downgrade from Homeworld if you ask me, why I dare say it is a perfect fit for you dear." Despite being condescending Parsha kept a rather positive tone, acting as if she hadn't just insulted Para to her face. "How-" "-did I get here?" Parscha gave her a knowing look, "That's not important, though I think we both really know. Deep down at least. But that's neither here nor there, all you need to know is that I'm going to be sticking around for quite some time. Lucky you!"
The very thought made Para's stomach churn, "I'm afraid not, I don't care how you got here but you are leaving!" she made a step towards her to usher her out but the look she received stopped her dead in her tracks, "Excuse me? You forget who you're talking to you little reject! I'm not going anywhere. Now, what's this toy here?" Pushing past her Parscha looked over the cloaking device, careless moving it around in both hands, "Such shoddy work, it's like you didn't even put any effort in this. You really did deserve this job." That comment struck Para as odd, but before she could question it she had to jump forward to catch the device as Parscha simply dropped it, "Whoops! Clumsy me..." Luckily Para was quick enough to save it and place it back on the anvil, "Oh come now, it's not like it is going to even work. Might as well smash it now and save yourself the embarrassment."
Trying to ignore her comments Para made sure the device was still in one piece, satisfied that no real damage was done she shot a glare at Parscha who acted as if she had no idea what she did wrong. Best to get it over with before something got smashed.
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 20, 2017 9:57:42 GMT
She began calibrating the systems on a little touch-screen on the side of the machine before readying her finger on the switch, this would be the moment of truth. She hesitated, some Parscha picked up on, "What's the hold up dear? Do it, if you're so confident you didn't mess this up." Shooting another glare at her Para flipped the switch more out of spite than anything. The machine then whirred to life at lights came on and the screen showed that all systems were working as intended. Yet... nothing. Glancing down Para could still clearly see the metal doll on the anvil, "I don't understand I... I... this should have been easy..." Not helping things Parscha burst out in laughter, "Haha! I knew you couldn't do it, little Miss Para can't even reverse engineer a simple cloaking device. Disgraceful..."
Para was crushed, this really was suppose to be an easy victory, "No no no... there has to be something I missed, something you broke!" "Face it dear, you can't make anything more complex than a sharp stick. You're a failure!" At this point Parscha was sitting on the anvil looking down at Para gloating about her failure, the smug look on her face that Para wanted to just smack off. But her attention was on the machine, something had to have gone wrong that wasn't her direct fault, something simple...
She stepped away from the anvil to pace around, trying to think clearly despite the nagging pain in the back of her mind. Eventually she just settled for tearing the whole thing apart and rebuilding it from the beginning, maybe some small system was out of line or something. Yet as she turned she was stunned to see the machine (and everything else) on the anvil was nowhere to be seen, "What...?" It took a few moments for it to finally click, upon which she actually smacked her palm into her face. Of course, she wouldn't have noticed the field's effects while still inside of it. Stepping closer her theory was indeed confirmed at the items reappeared once she got back within the threshold of the cloaking field. "It's always the simplest things..." She was about to look up and gloat at Parscha when Para realized that she had disappeared. Looking around she couldn't see her either, nor figure where she could have ran off to. At least the pain that had bothered her seemed to have gone away, she was thankful for small mercies at least.
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 20, 2017 10:05:04 GMT
While it couldn't be good to have Parscha running around the facility by herself Para couldn't really bring herself to willingly go find her, any time away from that gem was bliss. Besides, she had some exciting news to send to a certain Smoky Quartz. Rooting around in her private storage box Para found the communicator she had created, using various parts she had made or found as well as the one gifted to her by Morion. The original was perfectly functional of course, but there was no real way to tell if it was bugged or being tracked so she decided to make her own. Besides, this allowed her to add a bit of flare to the somewhat mundane item, adorning it in her signature orange colors and engravings.
She hadn't really used it yes, but not even she could mess up a simple communicator (right?), so she activated the little circle and waited to see if the call went through. It didn't really cross her mind at the time that she wasn't looking her best, the prolonged time alone without rest left her hair a mess and her eyes left marks resembling bags underneath them. Still, she wasn't in the mood to waste time at moment. There was far too much work to be done to worry about rest and her looks.
The Smoky Quartz was on the bridge of the ancient ship, Derelict, watching the monitors and reading reports from all ower form his web of influence Humang, Gems, there were a lot of data to brows thrugh It worth his time tho'; every report had the potential possibility to contain an inportant clue or a morsel of information about something important! The war was far from ower, and the Quartz suspeced a little rebelion, led by that awful abominaton, the Fusion Gaspeite, after therir little "argument" when Plum Pearl arrived It was evident to him, the Warmachine was more than unstable... and after all, she was nothing more just an experiment, existing only because Pink Diamond allowed it. But now? The Fusion basically failed her mission and her fate sealed - at least in the eye of the Smoky Quartz. To him, it was quite clear, the Diamod will order the two Gems separation to end the Experiment called Gaspeite Then his favorite Artisan called He turned to the monitor
"Good afternoon Padparadascha... you look awful, what happened?"
Morion sounded genuinely concerned Wich was true Padparadascha and he were kindred souls, yet different in many ways But Fate had other plans for them... The Artisan wasn't a Rebel, nor Loyal, but they were allies... and sooner or later, that will end. They will become enemies... or friends, real friends this time Who knows?
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 20, 2017 11:49:19 GMT
As if not realizing how she looked Para looked herself over, "Oh... I suppose I do look like a mess don't I. I'm uh..." she actually stopped to think for a moment, was she alright? Perhaps not, but business first, her own well being was not currently important, "Yes I am fine, things are just... hectic lately." the words sounded hollow even to her, "Anyways I must apologize for calling you in such a state, I am simply trying not to waste time. I wanted to report that I may have made a break through in the cloaking project you asked me to look into."
Para was actually growing excited now, "I admit that it may not be anything major, but I think that if you could supply me with a powerful enough portable power source I could quite possibly make good progress. Would you be able to deliver such an item on short notice? I am itching to get to work immediately, but sadly my current location is not sizable enough to allow a larger test."
"To be honest, I can understand. My life is truned upside down, thanks to some... factors. But we are Gems. We adapt. This is the way of our life...."
Then he listened carefully
"A break through you say? I'm listening..."
After all, they had the technology, the Artisan job was to modify it, so it could be used on larger scales, like a Planet... or a whole Solar System But the results were promising! "A powerful, portable power source...hmm..."
Yes, he had several
"The line secured? Light is there?"
Morion asked quetly, knowing the Pearl's past Only after Padparadascha told him, Light was somewhere else, not there he answered
"Yes. I have something like that. When I started my plans and projects... experiments, the first problem was the energy. Humanity is great and all, but they never mastered the art how to harness the energies of the cosmos. Just scratchning the surface with the renewable energy soruces, like solar or wind power... some of them had theories about the null point energy. After working together the human peridots, the scientist of them, we managed to build an energy converter, using human and Gem technology. And captured Crystal Gems and Corrupted Gems as power source. I can send you one of the most advanced of these "generators", my Humans call it Mark-IX, whatever it means. "
He showed one to her
"It is not larger than a human chest... not heavy, and a clean source of energy. Not as efficeint as our devices that uses Gems as powersources, but efficent enough to power Empire City and its deffense systems with one of these babies..."
Morion looked to the Artisan
"I know... your friend, Light is not the biggest fan of this kind of "torture". And I think you aren't either. But beggars can't be choosers. And we are desperate. After this war and when Humanity was relocated to its new home, we will have time to develope something else, but untill then, we have to work with this. The end justifies the means. This planet is doomed. Any further conflict would only means the death of good Gems and humans. But we can give a chance and a new home for the Humans and the Gems who will live them. So a sacrifice here, a sacrifice there... I think its worth it. What do you think? Will you accept my "way"?
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 21, 2017 6:08:49 GMT
A weak chuckle echoed around the forge, "Heh, yeah, adapt. Of course."
Para sort of froze up on asking about Light, "N-no... he uh... he isn't here right now." she said nothing else but there was certainly something up.
Only once they got onto a different topic did she start to react again, "Yes, the human's progress in that field has not come far. Though if things continue as they have I'm sure they will figure it out given enough time, they seem to advance rather quickly." The implications of this device however were rather worrying.
"Yes it has become apparent that Light is very against such practice. Not that I can blame him, I truly am not a fan of it myself. But..." 'the ends justify the means' that struck a cord with her, the same question she asked Fulgurite forever ago. "You truly believe the ends justify the means? Because I am not so certain anymore." She let out a long sigh, "Though you are right, we really don't have a choice. Time is short and progress must be made for if we ever want to see a brighter future. Even if it might condemn us once this is all over. Very well, I will use this device for further testing. How could you be able deliver this? I'd like to avoid such a public encounter as before, something far more private please."
Once that was sorted she was about to end the communication but she had to get something off her mind, "Morion... can I ask you a personal question? You've never struck me as a particularly emotional gem but, have you ever done what you thought necessary only to... hurt someone you care about?" The pained look on her face left little room for guessing, she was asking for a very personal reason.
The silver eyes watched the screen with curiosity It was crystal clear, the Artisan Padparadascha and Light Mocha Pearl had... problems Storm in the Paradise? But it was not that important right now
"Yes, give a human a rusty bucket and enough time and she will make you a quantum generator. They are crafty little monkeys. Dangerously curious and crafty. Full of potential. I think their mortality is the reason. They have so little time to achive something, they have to compensate that with something. Ingenuity is a gift. You are a scientist an artisan in the field of science and knowledge, but a Gem. Gems... are not that creative. We lack the humans - or any biological beings - "spark" that makes them this... clever, wonderful, unique! For a time I tought only some of them have this gift, but then realized, every Human have the potential to become great."
He shook his head and listened The shipment was not that discrete, he had to admit "One human on a motorcycle will do?"
Morion asked But Padparadascha's questin was a surprise "Of course Padparadascha, we are allies, almost friends... ask"
He listened And then nodded, his usually dark and cold voice was tired, old, and quite
"As you know, I am an Infiltrator... After a period of observation, usually I had to murder the targets, then stole their life, impersonating them. Job. Life. Family. Everything!
The assassin looked away
"So it wasn't unusal to play my part as the head of a family, and be with my victim's offsprings. Teach them. Care for them,. Be their father... or mother in every possible way. And after my job was done, I dissapeared in the night, leave them behind... never look back, never think about them. Naturally, separating myself from my "played part", my impersonated new personality was never... easy. So time to time, from the shadows, watched these kids... if it was possible. But it was rearly pointles, to be honest. That stolen personality was just the part of my job, like the stolen face or life... not me, not mine.
The Quartz watched the Artisan with his silver eyes
"It was hard... at first. Then it became more easier and easier. For te Gems, for my Diamond I had to "hurt" those I "loved". Even if it was a lie. But aside that? Yes. As I said, the ends justify the means. Not so long ago I had to sacrifice my friendship, trust and almost fother-son relationship with my own Apprentice, the Young Fire Opal, Chip... for the greater good. In this case, to keep te Broken Gems at bay. It was... a hard decision. Yet an easy one. We have to do what we have to do Padparadascha.... even when our shoes are too tight, but it doesn't matter, because we have forgotten how to dance.
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 21, 2017 7:54:42 GMT
Para was silent and still during the rest of Morion's answer, to the point one might even have thought the connection was failing. It wasn't till a few moments after he finished that she made a sound, "I see. I am truly sorry for what you've been tasked with over your existence, it does sound like it has begun to weigh heavily. But I suppose I think I finally understand what you mean. There is a point of no return, and I doubt anyone would be willing to teach either of us how to dance after what we've done." A grim determination grew in her eyes and the fragile tone she previously held was replaced with cold resignation, "I will continue no matter the cost, we have no other option. I suppose a bit of self sacrifice is a small price to pay for peace..."
"I will meet this human motorcyclist at the nearest warp pad to Empire City, message me when he is about to arrive. I hope to keep the meeting no longer than needed, there is work to be done and I have no time for making friends. Padparascha out." She turned off the communicator and prepared herself for the trip.
Post by Forge Master Para on Apr 21, 2017 8:22:23 GMT
When Para turned around to clean things up Parscha was standing there once again, "Heh, so much for being different, hmm? Maybe Light was right, you really are no different." Which immediately provoked a swing from Para, one that she nimbly dodged out of the way leaving Para stumbling to catch herself, "Ooooh, someone has grown a temper. I'm sure that'll only get worse..."
Standing back up straight Para glared at her, "I don't have a choice in the matter. If I don't act we'll all be shattered anyways, Light included. If I have to play the part of the villain to keep that from happening then so be it." Parscha gave a fake gasp, "Wow, so noble! Someone better give you a trophy. Little miss hero over here." Ignoring her Para started putting everything away so that no one might come across it. Once that was done she worked on cleaning herself up, straightening her hair out and dusting off her projection till she was somewhat presentable.
With that done she walked up to the exit, spending a long while hesitating before it. The silence was broken by Parscha, "Afraid he might be somewhere out there, hmm?" Not giving her taunt a response Para opened up the door and began to leave, receiving a call from that grew quieter as she walked out, "You'll have to face him eventually! You can't hide in here forever, he'll come find you!" The door shut moments after Para finally stepped out, the light actually blinding her for a moment. Despite the time that had passed the dead terrain looked the same as it always did, it was as if time had stood still.
Leaving the Forge behind Para left to the warp pad to await the delivery. So very much work to do...
Melody: here is a link if anyone is interested
Jul 29, 2020 21:45:23 GMT
This Roleplay is a prequel to Steven Universe to an extent with some slight retconing and its own progression to the story that will turn out differently to how stuff plays out in the show.Thanks to the message by Rose Quartz several gems are rising up to protect Earth and have labelled themselves as the Crystal Gems. Others on earth are remaining aligned to Homeworld though despite the isolation of Earth from Homeworld
All gems on earth are still stranded, the communication hub is still offline and all the space warps are shattered, it has now been revealed that this is the work of Rose Quartz and her small group known as the Crystal gems. They have rebelled against Homeworld and have chosen to protect the Earth (Trapping themselves on Homeworld to keep the warps down).
Now both sides are fighting among themselves along with fighting against the 'Corruption' a virus is infecting many gems turning most of them into mindless monsters, but those with a stronger will seem to becoming something more sinister.
The Game has changed now. The question has finally been posed, are you against Homeworld or allied with them. Or do you have your own agenda that may or may not been assisted by the ‘Corruption’. Regardless the seeds have been placed down and although it is only the beginning the fight for or against Earth and the corruption has begun. The choice is yours for how it is shaped on the Original Steven Universe Roleplay Site.
Orginal Opening Plot Here Thread That Changed Everything
Differances Between the Roleplay and the Show
*Thanks to Rose Quartz' message the Gems on Earth are entirely aware that the Homeworld Gems intend to wipe out the human race.
*The "corruption"'s Origin is still unknown, some suspect it was a viral infection, other claim it was a Diamond experiment gone awry and other suspect the organics were behind it. Regardless no one seem to have a proper answer about what it was and why its only isolated to Earth
*Garnet, Pearl and Rose are assumed capture on Homeworld
*Garnet,Pearl and Rose broke the space warps to delay Homeworld
*Thanks to Roses Message gems now know what the Kindergarten was used for