Steven Universe: Ruby Stars - Chapter Ten
(Special thanks to @real-fakedoors for proofreading this!)
Sledgehammer
Two jet fighters roared over Wilmingmore.
Clancy frowned as he watched them soar through the dawn sky. Not having slept well, he decided to get some coffee before Bracknell woke up and went out for an early breakfast. He had just driven back into the factory parking lot when he'd seen the jets, silver streaks against the reddish-blue sky. They were headed due south, and he wondered if they were bound for Beach City. Perhaps they had cameras attached, and they'd be taking pictures for Colonel Bradshaw - he wouldn't be surprised if they were.
He was just about to head inside when he heard another growling roar, this one far closer to the ground. He turned to the parking lot entrance - a convoy of olive drab army trucks rumbled through the gate, pulling up in front of the factory. Shouted commands filled the air as soldiers piled out of the backs, assembling in the empty car park - behind them, a jeep rolled in, pulling up in front of the bewildered agent.
Colonel Bradshaw climbed out of the back, joined by Major King. The major handed the colonel a folder, which he promptly handed down to Clancy.
"What the hell is this?" demanded Clancy.
"The situation's changed, Agent Miller," Bradshaw replied, "We have orders from on high."
Clancy looked over the unassuming manila folder, emblazoned by the golden and navy accents of the Presidential Seal. That, he thought, certainly couldn't be good.
"The gem situation has become untenable," continued Bradshaw, "We've had the fire at the rail depot, an attack on a public mall, the worm destroying our chopper, the assault on Captain Clark..."
"Poor man," said Clancy, entirely unsympathetically.
"...not to mention the abductions and the loss of that Barriger kid," finished Bradshaw.
"Barriga, sir," corrected Major King.
"Yes, thank you, Ernest," nodded Bradshaw, "Point is, we need to bring this situation under control."
Clancy let the words sink in, his tongue soured with the bitterness of their meaning. No, this was not good. Not good at all.
That being said, Clancy had been in the game long enough to know when to argue outright and when to… persuade. Men like Bradshaw don’t take well to defiance, he had learned that the hard way. The only realistic option he had was to try to appeal to reason.
He cleared his throat and feigned something that sounded like deferential disagreement. "With all due respect, sir, the situation is under control. As I advised you, the Crystal Gems have it..."
"The Crystal Gems have hell, Agent Miller!" snapped Bradshaw, "How many more people are gonna be dragged into space while they have things under control, huh? How many more government artefacts are they gonna steal?!"
"We have no evidence that they stole that Ruby, Colonel Bradshaw," growled Clancy, struggling to keep the venom from his tone.
"Well then, who did, Agent?" demanded Bradshaw.
Clancy didn't reply.
"No more, Miller," snarled Bradshaw, his eyes narrowing, "I'm taking control of the situation. That folder details Operation Sledgehammer. I have a mandate to bring Beach City and the surrounding area under military law..."
Clancy opened the folder, reading the contents. His face paled - they couldn't seriously be thinking...
"...as well as to either capture the Crystal Gems," finished Bradshaw, "Or terminate them with extreme prejudice."
Steven laid out the rug and put down the picnic basket.
He and Connie were out in the forest, about a mile away from Beach City. It was a lovely morning - there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the sun shone brilliantly through the canopy of trees. While he continued to set up the picnic, Connie checked the weather on her phone. There didn't seem to be any change in the forecast - the sun would shine all day.
It was a good chance to finally scale things back for a day and focus on themselves.
Connie was just about to close her phone when the news app flashed quickly.
No-fly zone enacted over Southern Delmarva due to hijack threat, POTUS says.
As if on cue, the silence of the forest was broken by the dim roar of a fighter jet. Connie looked up, watching it roar through the deep blue of the sky and off into the distance. If she squinted, Connie could just about make out its shape - it had a pointed nose like a dart, and a pair of wings towards the back of the fuselage. It was long gone before she could make out any more details.
"Huh," she muttered.
"What is it?" asked Steven.
"Nothing," shrugged Connie, "Just saw a plane."
She sat down as Steven handed her a sandwich.
"So, things have been pretty hectic lately, haven't they?" she said.
"Mm-hmm," nodded Steven, taking a bite out of his sandwich.
He swallowed, clearing his mouth.
"I'm just glad Sadie's getting used to everything," he added, "But I hope she talks to her mom soon."
"I don't know," mused Connie, "I'd be pretty mad if it was me. I mean, it'd be like..."
She thought back to Stevonnie's dream on the jungle moon base and smirked.
"...if my mom actually was Yellow Diamond."
Steven chuckled.
"Wow, that'd be weird," he said.
"I know, right?" replied Connie, "Can you imagine my mom as an alien dictator?"
She picked up her phone and held it to her ear.
"No, Doctor West," she said in an impression of her mother, "If that patient isn't ready by the time I arrive I'm gonna have you shattered!" She lowered her phone. "Okay, Connie, I need you to be ready for tennis practice in an Earth hour." She raised the phone again. "Shattered, I tell you! Shattered!"
The two burst into laughter. Steven wiped a tear from his eye.
"Aw, I shouldn't laugh," he admitted, "But hey, funny's funny."
Suddenly, they heard a thump and a rustling from the bushes. Steven glanced over - he saw nothing.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Squirrel?" shrugged Connie.
Steven got up, walking carefully towards the bushes.
"It could be hurt," he said, "I just want to make sure it's okay."
Connie's phone beeped. She picked it up; the news app had flashed again.
Martial law instituted in Beach City and Crossroads areas. Army command advises all citizens to return home immediately.
"Uh... Steven?"
Steven wasn't listening. He leaned down next to a bush, carefully pushing the branches aside.
"It's okay, little fella," he said, "We'll make sure you're feeling better, and we'll give you a name! You can be called San..."
He pushed aside the last branches.
"...dy..."
Connie's eyes widened as she took in the tall, blue figure crouched behind the bush.
"...Lapis?"
Peedee watched warily as a column of army trucks rumbled onto the boardwalk. Each of them found a spot to pull up and deposit their cargoes of heavily armed soldiers. It was surreal - it was like one of those old films about America being invaded, but this time, the occupying force was their own army.
A jeep screeched to a halt outside Fish Stew Pizza. Nanefua and her bodyguards were already stepping out to meet the blue-uniformed officer that jumped out the back.
"Mayor Pizza," he said officiously, "Major Ernest King, U.S. Army Air Force. On behalf of the Gem Task Force, I've been asked to inform you that we are taking over the running of this town, effective immediately."
"Under whose authority?" demanded Nanefua.
"Under the authority of the President of the United States," replied Major King, "Furthermore, Colonel Bradshaw would like to brief you immediately regarding the situation with the Crystal Gems. Please be present in your office in half an hour."
He saluted crisply and climbed back into the jeep. It sped away before Nanefua could reply.
The Mayor shook her head and crossed her arms.
"Rude," she muttered before walking back towards the restaurant.
Peedee furrowed his brow and turned on the radio. Perhaps that would explain what was going on.
"...am Lieutenant-Colonel Bradshaw," a voice said, his voice light and slightly Southern, "Gem Task Force, United States Army. As of this morning, the townships of Beach City, Ocean Town, Charm City and Crossroads are being placed under martial law under the orders of the President. I assure you that this is being done in a humane and professional manner."
An ear-splitting crash filled the air. Peedee jumped and looked up the boardwalk.
A tank had sunk turret-first into the boardwalk, which had splintered under its weight. The commander was standing in the hatch, looking sheepishly from left to right.
"Uh... nothin' to see here, folks," he said.
Greg had just finished washing down a car when they came.
Two armoured vehicles screamed around the corner. Greg stepped back in shock as the lead vehicle rolled on top of the car, crushing it beneath the treads. The commander leaned out the hatch, looking at the wreckage - he grinned mischievously.
"Ha! Nice," he said.
"Nice?! That was somebody's car!" exclaimed Greg.
"Yeah, well, you got bigger problems, Mac," shrugged the commander.
The rear hatches of both vehicles opened and a squad of soldiers emerged. Boots clicking loudly on the pavement, they swiftly took positions around Greg, encircling him on all sides. He swallowed - everywhere he looked, he could see somebody pointing a gun at him.
"Uh... I think you've got the wrong guy?" he said nervously.
"Greg Universe?" replied the commander.
"Uh..."
"Yeah, thought so," nodded the commander, "You're under arrest by order of Colonel Bradshaw and the Gem Task Force."
"But... why?!" exclaimed Greg, "What have I done?!"
"Heck if I know, Mac," grunted the commander, "But I hear the Colonel wants you pretty bad."
He smirked unpleasantly.
"Unless you don't wanna come?"
Slowly, Greg put his hands behind his head.
"Yeah, okay, I-I'll come quietly..."
Sadie watched from the top of the lighthouse as the army vehicles rolled into and around Beach City. She clutched the rail with shaking hands, listening to the radio.
"With your help, we will see the Crystal Gems apprehended safely. Remember, the army is here to help. Thank you."
The radio switched off, replaced by the tones of the Emergency Warning System. Jenny switched it off and joined her next to the rail.
It had supposed to be an easy day. The band had met at the lighthouse to talk about their next song (Sadie was still pretty into the werewolf idea), and while that meant trying not to trip over Ronaldo and ignoring his 'True Werewolf Factoids', the atmosphere in the old building was lovely. The sun was shining high in the sky, and looking over Beach City in the brilliant sunlight was quiet relaxing.
At least it had been, until the tanks rolled in.
Sadie could see them rolling across the beach, cutting off access to the Temple. They seemed to be stopping a few hundred metres away from the Temple itself - Sadie wondered if they were waiting for the Crystal Gems to surrender. Not very likely, she thought.
"Man, this is surreal," muttered Jenny, watching a helicopter land in the town square.
Sadie nodded.
"Why now, though?" asked Jenny, "The Gems have been here since, like, forever. If they'd wanted to start something, they would've done it years ago. Where were they when that big green hand showed up and we had to evacuate? That at least would have made sense."
"Something must've changed," mused Sadie.
She thought back to the wrecked helicopter in the Beta Kindergarten. Surely that couldn't have been it? It had only been one helicopter, and they'd saved the crew, hadn't they?
Distantly, she heard loud boots on the stairwell. She turned to the window, and moments later a few soldiers entered the lantern room. She glanced to Jenny - they nodded and headed back in.
The leader of the soldiers, a man in a blue uniform, was talking politely but firmly to Buck, Sour Cream and Ronaldo.
"...this lighthouse has been appropriated for use by the military as an observation post," he was saying, "You will need to vacate the premises."
"But I live here!" exclaimed Ronaldo.
"We can talk about compensation when the crisis is over," replied the officer, "But you'll need to leave. We need this building for use against the Crystal Gems."
"Use against the Crystal Gems?"
Ronaldo crossed his arms.
"I'll have you know that I used to be a Crystal Gem," he declared.
The officer and his troops exchanged glances.
Five minutes later, the officer shoved a handcuffed Ronaldo into the back of his jeep. He turned and nodded to the other kids.
"Sorry for the disruption, kids," he said.
He climbed into the jeep and drove away.
"Dang," said Buck.
"So," asked Sour Cream, "What do we do now? I mean, we can go to my place, but I kinda don't think I'm up for anymore song-writing..."
"We can go check in with Nana," suggested Jenny, "She's the mayor now, so she'll know what's happening, right?"
"Unless she's been arrested too," said Sadie darkly.
"I still don't get why they're doing this now," said Jenny, scratching her chin, "It just doesn't make any sense..."
Sadie thought back. She remembered the Delmarva Centre and the incident with the corrupted Quartz...
"OSS! Stay back!"
A man stepped through the dust, carrying a crowbar. Sadie's eyes widened.
It was Clancy Miller.
Sadie narrowed her eyes.
"Clancy," she growled.
"This is Captain Wayne Clark of the Gem Task Force!"
Pearl rolled her eyes.
She, Garnet, Amethyst and Peridot watched as the loud, angry captain bellowed into his microphone. He certainly seemed confident, which might have had something to do with the squads of troops that surrounded the Beach House, backed up by a half-dozen tanks. She wondered if they actually intended to attack the Temple.
"We have you surrounded on all sides!" the Captain thundered, "If you do not come out by sundown and surrender yourselves to our custody, we will be forced to assault your base with extreme force. I repeat, you have until sundown to comply!"
"What does he think he is, a cowboy or something?" asked Amethyst.
"He looks nothing like a cow," added Peridot dismissively.
"He's definitely confident." Pearl turned to Garnet, frowning. "Do they have a chance?"
Garnet shook her head.
"Not in a direct battle," she replied, "None of their weapons could penetrate the Temple door. We wouldn't even have to fight them."
"I get the sense there's a 'but' coming up, G," said Amethyst.
Garnet nodded.
"They seem willing to use our allies to get to us," she said flatly. "The humans in town. Greg. Connie..."
Pearl's hands flew to her lips, covering the tiny gasp that escaped her lips.
"Steven," she whispered.
Garnet only nodded, looking particularly severe as she gazed out of the window.
Beside them, Amethyst fidgeted uncomfortably. "I-I mean, they wouldn't actually do anything to the humans, right Garnet? They're supposed to protect them - like Greg and Connie are both humans! They couldn't just attack them, right? And Steven, too..."
"Steven isn't exactly human," Peridot corrected, though her usually poindexter attitude seemed awfully bitter.
Pearl looked about ready to draw swords, so Garnet raised a hand to stay their worries.
"There's a number of possibilities... I can't know for certain how this will play out. But we need to plan."
"There's a gem who wants to escape Homeworld," said Lapis, "I'm trying to help her."
Lapis' return had been met with laughter and hugs from Steven, which was understandable - but Connie had been less ecstatic. It seemed strange to her - Lapis had left because she was afraid of the Diamonds returning. Why, then, would she come back? And why would she recommend another gem come here? It just seemed too good to be true.
That having been said, it'd didn't look like Lapis was lying. Connie had learned the facial tics that people sometimes made when they weren't telling the truth, and Lapis had none of those; and there certainly wasn't any sign that she was brainwashed or anything. Still, something about this made her feel uneasy.
"Lapis, that's so nice of you!" exclaimed Steven, grinning broadly, "I'm sure the Gems would be thrilled to have her!"
Lapis smiled.
"I hope so," she replied, "I mean, they might not be glad to have me, after everything that's happened..."
"Water under the bridge," chuckled Steven, "You get it? Water? Because... because you do water stuff?"
Lapis laughed.
"No," she said.
"Well, I'll explain it to you one day," shrugged Steven. “C’mon, we’ve got to go back to the Temple right now! Peridot is there, and she’ll be so --”
“No!” Lapis flinched away like Steven had hit her. “N-no, I can’t face her. Not… not yet. We should help this gem first. She stole a ship and is just waiting for a signal to come down to the surface… I didn’t know where might be a good place?”
Connie tapped her chin, thoughtful. "Well, away from the army, at any rate."
She winced as she heard another fighter jet scream overhead.
"How about the warehouse?" asked Steven, "They probably won't look there, right? The only things there are Mr. Smiley's stash of old wrestling magazines!"
Connie nodded.
"That might work," she agreed, "Okay, let's go set it up for... Lapis, who was this gem again?"
"Seraphinite," replied Lapis.
Greg winced as the soldiers shoved him roughly to the office floor. He looked to his left, and found himself next to Doug and Priyanka - he swallowed and grinned nervously at them. Thankfully, they seemed more focused on being angry at the military officers than being angry at him.
"Major King's bringing the last one up now," one of the soldiers said.
"Good," nodded Bradshaw.
He was sitting behind the Mayor's desk, Clancy Miller and Philbert Bracknell behind him. The former looked as though his temper was threatening to burst through the dam of self-control - Bracknell, for his part, just looked confused. In front of them, Nanefua paced angrily, giving Bradshaw a piece of her mind.
"You have no right to detain my townsfolk," she snapped, "They haven't done anything wrong!"
"That's for me to decide, madam," replied Bradshaw, "I have orders to neutralise all threats. Other countries would've handled this in a far more violent fashion, and..."
"That doesn't make you right!" growled Nanefua.
The door opened. Major King marched into the room and pushed Ronaldo onto the ground next to Greg - for his part, he seemed to be slightly less forceful than the other soldiers. Slightly.
"Ronaldo?" quizzed Greg.
"I'm a person of interest!" said Ronaldo excitedly.
"Alright," said Bradshaw, standing up, "Douglas and Priyanka Maheswaran, Gregory Universe née DeMayo, and Ronaldo Fryman alias 'Bloodstone...'"
Ronaldo beamed.
"...you are charged with association with treasonous alien elements," he continued, "You will detained until..."
"Warrant," snapped Doug.
"I beg your pardon?" asked Bradshaw.
"Warrant," Doug repeated, "Where is it?"
"My warrant," snapped Bradshaw, "Is the power vested in me by the President of the United States. My warrant is my oath to the people, who I am sworn to protect."
He turned to King.
"Where are their kids, anyway?" he demanded.
"If you touch a hair on Connie's head," thundered Priyanka, leaning forward, "I swear..."
"...you'll go to prison for assaulting an officer," grunted Bradshaw.
"We couldn't find them, sir," replied King, "I've got men looking for them now. I've ordered them to use discretion to prevent..."
"Discretion?" snapped Bradshaw, "Does this look like the time for discretion?"
"...they're kids, sir," said King.
"They're a national security threat," replied Bradshaw, "I understand it's not easy, but I need Steven and Candy..."
"Connie, sir."
"Thank you, Ernest - Steven and Connie in custody."
Major King swallowed.
"Yes sir," he said, "I'll... I'll handle it myself, sir."
"See that you do."
King saluted and left the room.
"Now, we have a conundrum," said Bradshaw, scratching his chin, "We got a couple of Crystal Gems who aren't coming out of their hole. We need to coax them."
He turned to Greg and grinned.
"I think I know just how to do that," he continued, "Bracknell, take the other three to the town square - I'm sending them to Fort Raleigh for detainment, you're gonna make sure they make it intact."
Bracknell turned to Clancy, who nodded.
"Don't rock the boat, Bracknell," he whispered, "I'll sort this out as soon as I can."
Bracknell swallowed. A couple of soldiers barged into the room, pulling Priyanka and Doug to their feet. Greg watched as they were dragged out - as they left, he just about saw Priyanka mouth something to him.
It's not your fault.
He sighed in relief as Bracknell escorted Ronaldo out of the office. Nanefua shot the agent a dirty look as he left.
"And where," she demanded, "Is Fort Raleigh?"
"West," replied Bradshaw, "Clancy, grab Mr. Universe. We're going down to the beach."
Clancy furrowed his brow.
"The beach?" he replied incredulously, "You're not seriously thinking of..."
"If it gets 'em out, Miller, then yes."
"Sir, that breaks just about every protocol in the book!" exclaimed Clancy, "You can't..."
"What the President doesn't know, won't hurt him," replied Bradshaw.
Watching the malicious smirk play at the Colonel’s lips, Greg felt his stomach drop.
Sadie marched up the street, the Cool Kids struggling to keep up as she purposefully made her way to Barb's house. Her face was set into a deep scowl. They encountered Onion going the other way - he gulped when he saw Sadie and quickly crossed the road.
She opened the fence and marched to the front door. She knocked three times, with a lot more force than was probably necessary.
The door opened.
"Sadie?" Barb gasped, "You came back?"
"I need to talk to Clancy," replied Sadie, her fists clenched, "You have his number. I'm calling him... and then I need to go again."
She sighed, calming down slightly.
"I'm sorry, I just... I'm still not ready to talk."
There was a long silence as the Cool Kids caught up.
"Uh... apart from that, though, how's it going, Ms. Miller?" asked Sour Cream.
Clancy sat in his car, waiting for the soldiers to finish bundling a handcuffed Greg into the back of the Colonel's jeep. It wasn't so much that Greg was struggling - they'd blindfolded him, and he couldn't find his way into the car. The soldiers were trying and failing to direct him, and their sergeant's face was starting to look something like a swollen plum as he watched his troops fumble. It'd have been funny if the situation wasn't so serious.
His phone rang. Clancy grit his teeth and turned on the bluetooth speaker - now simply wasn't the time.
"Agent Clancy Miller?"
"What the hell is the army doing here?!"
Clancy winced. That was Sadie's voice.
"Sadie, uh, this-this isn't the time, I-I'm very busy..."
"Yeah, I noticed. Why are they going after the gems? What did you tell them?!"
"I told them to leave it well enough alone!" snapped Clancy, "It's not my fault they can't listen to their own advisors!"
The Colonel jumped into the jeep and it started. Clancy grunted, driving along behind him.
"Look, this is a really bad time," he said, "I'll get them out of here, but I need time..."
"What, you're just gonna give them the Crystal Gems?" demanded Sadie.
"They can't take 'em in a straight fight," replied Clancy, "You know..."
"So you'll just let other people get hurt! Just like you always do!"
Clancy winced.
"I'm working on it," he replied, "I... it's hard, okay! Talking to Bradshaw's like talking to a brick wall, and if I push too hard, he might... he might figure out I'm covering for you."
There was no reply, so he continued.
"They already think I know where the ruby is," he continued, "One step out of line and they could find me out. They could find you out! I-I want to help people, I want to stop them for from getting the Gems, but... but I won't do anything that leads them to you."
He sighed.
"I don't know if I can save everyone," he finished, "But I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I couldn't save you. I've done enough to hurt your family."
He pulled up at the end of the road, just in front of the slope up to the lighthouse.
"Look, I have to go," he said, "Just... lay low until this is finished, okay? I'll work it out."
"Clancy, you... I can't..."
He looked up. Bradshaw had climbed out of the jeep and was walking towards him.
"Sadie, I gotta hang up," he said, "I..."
Bradshaw leaned against the window. He was grinning now, like a shark who had just cornered his prey. Clancy furrowed his brow - what was he so happy about?
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a phone, pressing a button on it and pulling it to his ear.
"You didn't seriously think we wouldn't have bugged your phone, did you Clancy?"
"So, Sadie Miller."
Sadie's shivered as she listened to the voice on the other end of the line. It maintained the facade of military protocol, but there was a hint of grim, sneering satisfaction. She glanced over to her mother on the other side of the kitchen table - her face was set in a frown.
"I imagine you have my ruby," he said.
"It isn't yours," replied Sadie, trying hard not to sound as nervous as she was.
"Oh, but it is, Ms. Miller, and you're gonna deliver it to me," replied Bradshaw, "Or Clancy here is going to be in a bit of trouble..."
Faintly, Sadie could hear a dull thud and a cry of pain.
"And what if I can't?" asked Sadie.
Barb gritted her teeth and mouthed a reply. Don't tell them.
"Oh, I believe you can," said Bradshaw, "In fact, I believe you can take that ruby wherever you want. Ain't that right, 1GK?"
Sadie's blood ran cold.
"How long have you known?"
"I've suspected since the fire at the depot," explained Bradshaw, "But I knew after you drew your weapon in a public mall at Wilmingmore... oh come on, Clancy, you're a secret agent, you wouldn't tell me if you suspected me of something..."
Sadie swallowed.
"So what happens to me?" she asked, "If I give myself up?"
There was a long pause.
"I'm not at liberty to say."
Sadie closed her eyes and nodded.
"If I come," she said, "You leave the Crystal Gems alone. You let Clancy and everyone else you've kidnapped go. You leave Beach City and never come back. Got it?"
"Sadie, no!" exclaimed Barb.
"...deal. Half-an-hour, outside the Temple. Come alone."
The Colonel chuckled.
"I look forward to making your acquaintance."
The line went dead. Sadie collapsed into her chair, rubbing her forehead.
"Sadie!" exclaimed Barb, "You can't give yourself up! I'm not letting you..."
"Mom."
Sadie stood up.
"I've just had dumbest idea in history," she said, "And it's really dangerous, and I'm probably gonna have to wing most of this, because I haven't thought it through..."
She took a deep breath and offered Barb a shaky smile.
"...and I'm gonna need your help."
Barb stared for a just a moment, as if processing what Sadie had said. Then, very slowly, her face broke into a smile.
"That's my girl," she said.
Lapis paced back and forth in the warehouse, occasionally looking up into the afternoon sky. Connie watched her dubiously - she knew Steven trusted her completely, but she couldn't help but feel that something was distinctly off about her behaviour.
Quite suddenly, they heard a rustling outside the warehouse. All eyes fell on the door, which started to groan ominously.
"What's going on?" asked Steven, "Who is that?"
The door flew open with a loud crash. A squad of about six soldiers, led by a man in a blue uniform, burst into the warehouse, weapons drawn. The blue uniformed man advanced on the three, shouting a warning.
"My name is Major Ernest King!" he shouted, "I have orders to take Steven Universe and Connie Maheswaran into custody. Do not resist!"
"What?!" exclaimed Steven, "But we're innocent!"
"Where the heck is your warrant?!" demanded Connie.
Lapis narrowed her eyes.
"No," she said, "You can't be allowed to ruin this."
"This is a military matter, ma'am!" snapped King, "And... wait, you're a gem..."
Lapis raised her arms. The sea by the warehouse began to rise into the air, like a gigantic tsunami in slow motion. The soldiers looked up in horror as the foamy water twisted and formed into a giant fist, ready to smash down upon them; Connie's eyes widened as she realised that she and Steven were also in its shadow.
"Lapis, no, don't hurt them!" shouted Steven, running up to his friend.
Lapis turned to him, her face twisted into a dark scowl. For the briefest moment, Connie swore she saw a speck of white in her pupils.
"I'm sorry, Rose Quartz," she snarled, "But I won't allow anything to stop Seraphinite."
A sonic boom filled the air, shattering windows for about a mile around. Connie would have given it a lot more thought, except for the fact that it was swiftly followed by a much closer boom as the fist of water came down. She heard shouts and scream, a few scattered shots rang out, and then she was consumed by water. For a minute, she struggled desperately for breath, thrashing in the endless blue void.
Then, mercifully, she fell into darkness.