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[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color][i][b]If[/b] you are reading this then you've been granted access by the Diamonds...[/i] Hysterical! 
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color]Tourmaline knew creatures that harnessed nutrients from Earthly things — sunlight, water, consumption. Her relationship with information must have been the same. She could hardly, in that moment, parse it all in-context of the conflict, mostly because she didn't want to. The tiny technician drank it in, stricken dumb and glee-ridden, grinning — toothlessly. Like the lips of a landed fish; her eyes gaped and boggled likewise, swimming with the riches of her Robonoids' report: flecks of lettering and code. 
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color]The gem basked too in a reaassurance. A familiar name: [i]M. W. C.[/i] — extended project; an artisan gem would call it their masterpiece. Something she and the Dot brigade had been prepping offshoots for in the daybreak of war. They'd never been authorized to see the base in-progress or otherwise— standing where she was might just be it.
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color][color=#88e9c5][i]I wonder what's become of those miserable minions?[/i][/color] Tourmaline was thinking before her reminescence was broken through. 

[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color][i][b]Looming[/b][/i] overhead: the masked and masterless Quartz. 
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color][color=#88e9c5]"Err, is there a conondrum?" [i]What kind of combat gem—[/i][/color] 
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color]But with that line of thinking— from the contrariety between the hardness of their gems, their statures, their strengths; from the embellishment of [i]her[/i] clothes down to the way she spoke and carried [i]herself[/i] — Tourmaline was no Peridot, even if the Quartz soldier hadn't yet addressed her by her role. Even if Serendibite—
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color][color=#88e9c5]"Ohh, [i]of course![/i] Indubitably— you'll have to pardon me, [i]Serendibite.[/i] It was the mask, surely, that caused such an omission on my part. A gem in my position ought to be swifter on the uptake, ah-haha!"[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color]Nonetheless: even if Serendipite didn't perceive an authority in her, Tourmaline was partiallty flustered at the prospect of de facto leadership, considering [i]why.[/i] For once.

[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color][i][b]Now[/b][/i] registering the Quartz' question: [color=#88e9c5]"My 'friend?'",[/color] wiggling her Hand Robonoid. [color=#88e9c5]"A... fanciful way to word it.[/color] 
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color][color=#88e9c5]"We could be friends if you'd like, Serendipite."[/color] It was best to offer it outright, wasn't it? As Tourmaline's eyes, returned to normal, traced the archs, the knife-points, of her clawed hand.  
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color][color=#88e9c5]"The pedestal acts a data hub for the Mobile Warp Centre which we're... currently in! Eee, how exhilirating! Before my defection from Homeworld, I used to construct warp panels that relocated here! The logs that weren't corrupted spoke of a 'Shrapnel' project that this would serve base for—[/color]
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color][color=#88e9c5]"Oh, it also mentioned a password for a security monolith: [i]"Broken Wall."[/i] Was there a security system ahead? I've entierely forgotten."[/color] 
[color=2e2c2c]. . .[/color]Sprightly, resusicated: [color=#88e9c5]"Let me try it anyway!"[/color] Tourmaline shot ahead, cupped the palm of an elongated limb to send a sing-song command reverberating down the corridor: [color=#88e9c5]"BRO-KEN-WALL. BRO-KEN-WALL~!"[/color] 

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> admn.CET proffers friendship to [color=6f879b]usr.SRNDBT[/color]
> admn.CET projects password down [color=#F8E0F7]Corridor A[/color] of [color=#F8E0F7]Mobile Warp Centre[/color]
> robo.log: [i]yayy we diddit :DD[/i]
> robo.log_2: [i]we could be fwiends master. if u wanna :3[/i][/sup][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/hider][/right][/indent][/indent]