It was a relatively peaceful morning for Debbie. Her morning mug of coffee with coconut milk, sugar, and honey was gripped in one hand while the other held a soft steakhouse-grade bread roll.
A gentle fog still ghosted the large expanse of old farm fields that were no longer in use. It was too close to an old gem battlefield that the land was no longer fertile. Not to mention the numerous chipped pieces of armor and weaponry strewn about the place half buried and ready to prevent any barefoot strolls she'd like to take.
Just as Debbie raised the mug to her lips a deafening explosion emanated from the nearby barn and rocked her home to its foundation. Debbie only scowled momentarily as she noted the broken mug and spilled coffee that stained her clothes and porch before rushing towards the slightly England's barn.
The red-haired woman skidded to a halt to throw the doors open and found Peridot face-down on the ground while her numerous flask-robonoids frantically scurried about to put out fires and check on their creator.
Debbie haphazardly kicked and nudged them out of her path as she made her way towards Peridot. The green alien groaned as Debbie lifted her to her feet and held her steady.
"Slight...mis-calibrations." She panted, "Need to...correct for future use." She stumbled but Debbie held her tight.
"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. How about you try that once you can stand again?" Debbie chuckled quietly and pulled the gem back towards the house.
Seeing their master was now out of danger, the flask-robonoids set about repairing the barn.
YOU ARE READING
Debt of a Gem
HumorA collection of stories covering the odd friendship between Peridot and a human named Debbie. Stemming from when Debbie protected Peridot when her physical form was damaged, the two were, from then on, thrown onto a long and strange path together.
