[center][h3][color=f7976a][b]Chloe Clinohumite[/b][/color][/h3][i][color=f7976a]Breaches to the surface!
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	A brilliant orange flash could be seen long before the old, crumbling rock prison was pridefully eradicated by its only prisoner. The freshly born Clinohumite flew it's grandeur around generously upon its arrival, flowing hair and shoulder garments spinning around the gem's beautiful eyes and fair face graciously. Gazing at the abundance of previously expected Earth around her, Chloe finally had some quiet time to gain her rightful bearings before the Kindergarten officials, appointed by yellow diamond, found her in all her orange splendor. Chloe flashed away her studded weaponry, the iron knuckles just a little too scratched and dusty for her liking, especially on her first encounter with Earth and the [i]beautiful~[/i] higher gems she might meet within it. Perhaps she should've drilled through her rock encasement, instead of battering it, but no matter: she was out, and she was ready. It was time to start her life duty of destroying the rebellion, of leading the gem empire to victory, and gaining the fame that her kind deserved for their admirable design under their [i]beautiful~[/i] diamond. Chloe looked over her form with prime arrogance, noting the grandness of her hair and appendages, both strong and dutiful creations of the Kindergarten (though, the former wasn't as curly as she'd like...). They would serve her well, even if they were not of exact design. She was still [i]beautiful~[/i], regardless. [color=f7976a][i]"Hmm... There doesn't seem to be many other gems popping... Perhaps I was slightly off schedule?"[/i][/color], Chloe pondered as she looked around the extremely dim cavern. That would, indeed, explain the lack of curliness from her hair.

	There also seemed to be a stark lack of gem officials and light in this cavern as well. Chloe thought back to the other Clinohumite gems she had heard receiving loud fanfare as she was still forming herself, those of which were broadcasted back to Homeworld to show so many other gems that the [i]"war was soon going to be over with this new super soldier on the diamonds' side"[/i]. Chloe had then decided to shut off her developing senses and silently wait as her gem formed, hoping to keep her own greeting celebration a surprise and not spoil it for herself completely before emerging from the Kindergarten. Now, here she was, and no fanfare or greeting whatsoever. It agitated her greatly, to be honest. She had sat so patiently, not to mention loyally, in her rock tome to only come out to silence. Furthermore, the flashy gem could barely see anything in this forsaken Earth 'night'. Chloe started to look around for another gem, or perhaps even a sign of an explanation, for this situation was slowly becoming bewildering. There, the red, blinking light caught the Clinohumite's eye. It was not the moon, no, but a greatly distressing omen to the newly born gem.
[color=f7976a][i]"W-what?"
"What"
[b]"WHAT!?!"[/b][/i][/color]

	It wasn't the moon, it wasn't a star, then what was it? Gems had no use for lights such as those, so who had made it? Was it man-made? That would be impossible: the Kindergarten was a highly secured area of gem operations, no human could've built a... a whole network of service tunnels?! Chloe pondered if her sanity was a defect from her incorrect birth time. No, her form was ok, she was sure she was all ok... ok? Then this only meant that the Kindergartens were abandonded, which meant... no, Chloe would not except that fact. She was ok, and she surely must've came out only some time after her fellow gems, so this predicament, indeed, had a reasonable answer. Chloe, gritting her teeth, hated that her glory, fanfare, and prideful emerging would have to be overshadowed by a [i]predicament[/i]. Was it man-made, indeed? Was she incredibly late? The questions still assaulted her. The Clinohumite absolutely hated that she, immediately after forming, did not have any of the answers to even the simplest questions. Out of pure frustration and characterful stubbornness, Chloe flung her now studded fist into the wall behind her. The sound of pure ire landing into solid rock was deafening, echoing throughout the cavern in repeated, angry waves of crackling rock. Chloe breathed in slowly before sliding down the rock ledge she had been posing on, deeply disappointed at her grave turn of events. If the gems would not come to her, then she would go to the gems (now that she was a little calmer, of course). Walking through the rubble that was the Kindergarten, with a most denying mindset, mind you, Chloe drilled through rock wall after rock wall looking for any stray gems or gem officials that might be roaming the grounds.

	Oh, thank yellow diamond! Here was a [i]beautiful~[/i] Howlite gem graciously presented to the Clinohumite after her painstaking search. A gift worthy of the effort, indeed. Running over to the pale white gem, Chloe called out, orange hair waving gracefully around her. [color=f7976a][i]"I am a Clinohumite troop, Howlite. I-i request to know the whereabouts of any higher gem that patrols this Kindergarten, as well as a report on the current happenings"[/i][/color], Chloe said, skirting to a stop in front of the disgruntled Howlite, and flipping her hair around her fair features: further emphasizing her innate importance. Truly, with all this rubble and silence, it was becoming harder and harder for Chloe to avoid acknowledging the inevitable truth about her birth. Perhaps this lower gem could give her some more concrete answers on their whereabouts and situation.