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Ground Floor

Spinel

The ground shakes below all of us. Eyes are wide open and shouts from both Garnet and Steven go right over my head. For all I know we could be getting attacked right now. Tumbling forward to the floor, I wonder if there truly is someone that is attacking the ship. And if so...who?

I get up on one knee, pushing the concern of how Steven and Garnet are doing to the back of my mind. I maneuver all my focus towards moving outside. If I can get out, I can prevent this from happening.

I can stop anyone that I have brought to this planet.

Taking steps closer toward the door seem more of a challenge than it should be. The foreign situation creates a new sense of panic, but my talents keep me stabilized. I stretch my arm forward to prevent myself from collapsing onto the floor after a sudden tremor from below.

My face is inches from the metal floor of the ship. Still being tossed around, a single thought shoots through my head.

I did this. I brought this destruction and chaos to this planet again. I feel the building waves of anger and hate.I attempt take a breath to collect myself. Thoughts are bashing around my head. With each shaky breath I can feel the kinetic ground star to slow.

The ship is stopping.

I push myself up slowly, untrusting of the stability of the floor beneath me. The feeling of constant motion makes my first step off the ground a little shaky. The absence of shouts sends a new reason to worry into my mind.

I prepare to turn around, to look into the looks of confusion and anger of both Garnet and Steven. I should try to explain...why I am here, and what could have possibly happened.

What I evil I could have brought from Homeworld.

But while my messy mind is trying to make up a decision, my wandering eyes land onto the ground. And quietly resting on top of the metal floor is the scythe. Dormant and slightly banged up from being jostled around. Just like I assume everyone to be right now.

I ball my hands in fists, a rotten idea is rolling around my head. With my teeth clenched I make a decision. In the split second of actually rationalizing out my thoughts, I move.

I dart down and quickly grab the weapon, hoping if I'm fast enough, no one would notice. But of course I can't do anything right. "Spinel? What are you doing?" Steven's hollow words cut right through my head. Panic striking like lightening. My muscles are tensed and my jaw is locked.

If my fists weren't so tightly set, I know my hands would be shaking. I was already nervous about meeting them eye to eye. But now all
I feel is the true pain. The kind of panic with the only resolution being to run or fight.

And I already ran today.