[h2][center][color=fdc68a]Calomel[/color][/center][/h2]



It had been long since there had last been any signs of trouble. Too long? Not long enough? Calomel couldn't care enough to decide, not that her cluttered mind would allow it.

Regardless of the answer, trouble was trouble and she did not welcome it.

Her pupils had become cat like slits, assessing the situation from her rocky perch, pistols clutched defensively. 

There was, of course, no way she could shoot from this range, and frankly, she wasn't sure whether she'd enjoy or dread the inevitable time in which she'd have to. But she held them nonetheless, offering some false sense of security.

She could hardly make it out, but she was pretty sure of what she was seeing - Homeworld gems. On Earth. She grimaced, trying to quell her mind of paranoia before it got the best of her. What was the likelihood that they were coming for her? For all she knew, homeworld gave up their search a few years ago - why else had it been so long? And besides, their ship looked broken - who was to say Earth was even their destination. She shook her head, voice of a long dead companion reaching her mind.

[i][b][color=9e0b0f]Focus.[/color]
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So focus she did. There were 9, 10, maybe 12 of them total. From this distance she couldn't make out what kind of gem they were, but getting closer was one of the last things she wanted to do. None of them seemed any bulkier than her - so they weren't sending fighters in all likelihood. No quartzes, it seemed. One of them looked to be a Howlite, the distinct black and white pattern apparent even from this distance, but she could frankly only guess the others. Nothing from the rubble, save for a giant drill, was of any interest. For a few moments, she wondered what its purpose was, watching the group try to carry the comically sized thing, before dismissing her pistols and laying back, taking a deep breath. 

Not the most competent group, she figured. But there were many of them, and only one of her, and her mind had long since lost its old sharpness, and despite her build, her gem was fairly fragile.

After a rare case of careful consideration, she decided to leave them be for now rather than approach them, run away, or hunt them down. She'd keep an eye on them. Keep an eye on them indeed. But for now she quickly slunk away, in fear that she may have been spotted.

These gems were either Homeworld's problem, or the Earth's. She was both. 

And there was need to add a third group to the list.