"Get over here now, Gaz!" Citrine yelled to his comrade, Ametrine, AKA Gaz, as his group of rebels rushed towards an escape pod. Their planet, Homeworld, was at war, and they didn't want to stay.
"Sir, we need to get you to safety!" He shouted to his Diamond.
"I know that, Ghost! We're almost there!" He responded. Ghost is Citrine's nickname.
The group reached the escape pod and climbed in. Citrine was the last to enter, and right as he was about to step foot inside, a grenade went off and part of his gem cracked, causing his face to scar up. The last thing he remembered was his Diamond's muffled exclamations to Ametrine, and the blurry worried looks on their faces.
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When he awoke, they were on a strange planet. Ghost's body went into high alert and he sat up quickly.
"Ghost, you're okay. We're safe." He felt slightly at ease when he heard his Diamond's voice. He squatted in front of himd looked him in the eyes. "Are you alright?" He asked him.
"Yes, My Diamond, but my face feels odd."
"Well, that's because your gem was cracked while we were escaping HomeWorld," Green Diamond stated with a sad sigh.
Citrine felt the gem on his nose, and it indeed was cracked.
"Nonononono. This can't be happening. My Diamond, fix this, please!" He begged his leader, as he placed my hands over his face. "I'm hideous..."
"Nonsense, Ghost. You still look perfect in my eyes," his Diamond reassured him. "Here, put this on if it makes you feel better." Green Diamond handed Citrine a piece of fabric with two holes cut into it for eyes. The Gem didn't hesitate to put it on.
Suddenly, a twig snapped somewhere close by. Gaz and Ghost got into a defensive position.
"My Diamond, get behind us," Ametrine ordered, and their leader obeyed.
They watched as a Human came into the clearing. He took one look at us and screamed.
"W-What are ye?" He asked. Citrine grabbed his cracked gem and pulled, summoning a scythe. Then he aimed it at the Human. "Woah, what's the craic?" The Human put his arms up.
"Ghost, lower your weapon," Green Diamond told him.
"Yes, My Diamond..." he muttered, as he hesitantly planted the bottom of his scythe in the ground. He didn't take my eyes off the Human, though.
"My name is John MacTavish, but my friends call me Soap. Who are y'all?"
"I am Ghost, Human," the peach-skinned Gem responded with narrowed eyes.
"And you can call me Gaz," his lilac-and-tangerine-skinned comrade answered with a nod.
Citrine looked over to see his leader had disappeared. In his place was a bushy-mustached, muscular, fern-colored gem.
"My Diamond! Where have you gone?" He exclaimed in a panic.
"Ghost, I'm right here." He looked around, but couldn't find him. Suddenly, he felt a soft hand gently grab his chin. The hand turned his face so he looked at the mustached man. "Ghost, it's me," he said in a calm, reassuring tone. Then tension in the other Gem's body slowly melted away.
"M-My Diamond...? But you're—"
"I changed my look. After all, we are trying to hide from the war on Homeworld." He responded.
"What do I call you, My Diamond?" Citrine asked, as he looked up at his leader with big, puppy-like eyes.
"I mean, I'm a Pargasite. So that's my name. But you can call me Price." Pargasite said with a smile.
"Price? Why?"
"Why not?"
