The OCAC touched down on the Maynilà’s domestic airport runway. Lars and the Off Colors were greeted by Pearl, Adora, Lapis, Peri, and Steven. Unsure why they had been called, Lars knew that Steven had a clear motive in mind for the meeting.

“Pearl and Adora told me about the mysterious ship that flew over Maynilà, chasing another spacecraft. Adora recounted how a medical kit came from the same ship after Pearl injured herself when firing a shotgun at it. Lars, Off Colors, do you know ANYTHING about this?”

Before any of the Off Colors could say anything, Lars marched forward. Clearing his throat, he aggressively stamped on the ground, asserting himself.

“I was within my rights, as was my unit, to protect this planet from external threats. Maybe you should admit that you went behind the backs of your friends, asking me to find out if the Diamonds were lying to you and to be ‘ambassadors for Earth’!”

Steven shuttered. He hadn’t expected Lars to be this defensive. Perhaps he had taken the attitude from him or from his adventures out in space. In any case, he became incensed. Suddenly, Steven’s skin turned pink and he exerted a pink aura.

“You said…WHAT! APOLOGIZE!”

Lars gingerly stepped back. Pearl, Adora, Lapis, and Peri formed a protective line in front of him, shocked by Steven’s new appearance.

“Steven! This isn’t you…snap out of it! Let’s talk sensibly.

Pearl…this is between me and Lars…you don’t have any part in it.”

In a fit of unbridled rage, he smashed Pearl into the ground, causing her to whimper like a deer hit by a flaming arrow. Writhing in agony, Adora stood in front of Pearl, and shouted “for the honor of Greyskull!” turning into She-Ra. Somehow her powers could manifest themselves on Earth despite the dimensional drift:

“What is wrong with you? Why did you hurt Pearl? Stop injuring other people!

“I…want to squelch Lars…for what he said…Pearl was in the way…

I don’t want to hurt you, but I will, if you lay one more finger on my precious Pearl or any of my friends. Stand down, you pink monster!”

Steven put his hand to his mouth, realizing his error. He breathed deeply. His pink skin and aura receded. He returned to normal.

“Pearl, I’m sorry for doing that…This pink form is uncontrollable…it’s a new thing that happens when my emotions flare up…even so, I don’t appreciate what Lars said.

As she still whimpered in pain, Pearl asked Steven directly: “Is Lars right? Did you ask them to find out if Diamonds were lying to you or to be ‘ambassadors for Earth’? Why didn’t you consult me and the other Crystal Gems, your friends, your guardians, first?”

Steven sighed and bowed his head.

“Lars is completely right. I didn’t like the way he mentioned it and I stand by that. I would have consulted you, the other Gems, and my friends, like Adora, but I thought I could do it on my own. That was my mistake.”

Such a response shook Pearl and Adora. Lapis proposed that she take Steven back to Beach City to reflect on his actions. He nodded in agreement. Her water wings expanded, while Peri waved to her and Steven, as they flew away into the distance.

Pearl and Adora came toward Lars and the Off Colors.

“Lars, do you and the Off Colors still want to be ambassadors for Earth? I’d really appreciate it…as would the other Gems.

“Why, of course! What about this Diamond message thing?

“You can look into that too. But we shouldn’t be alone here…Steven needs some new friends as do the rest of us…thanks for defending the Earth from that unidentified ship.

“Its my honor. What about this message Steven mentioned?

“Oh, it’s a letter that came from those you were chasing.

Really? I’d love to read that.”

Lars looked over the letter with extreme interest. He turned up his eyebrows while reading it.

“Huh. I guess they were two women in love…are they connected to that candy settlement Steven told me about in Japan?

“I’m not sure yet, but we’ll look into it.

“I wish we knew more…but I would recommend you all stay prepared, because the tracker we put on their ship appears to have gone dark...maybe they traveled through time!

He paused for a second and continued, stating, “do you have any recommendations for any planets we should go to first?”

Pearl scratched her head, since the question baffled her. She had been on Earth so long. The only other planet she had lived on was Homeworld, although she had traveled elsewhere with Pink. Adora popped in, now back in her usual unaltered form.

“Why don’t you go to Etheria?”

Lars smiled and agreed. He added, “We can get there without using that wormhole that kept you and the other Gems on the planet for a couple years. I’d rather not use that form of transit.”

Lars rounded up the other crew members and prepared to leave. Rhodonite reminded him of something which had slipped his mind.

“What about the ABB? Don’t we need a new autonomous ship?”

Grumbling, Lars realized she was right, then turned to Peri. In a bubbly way, he asked her, “hey, can you make an autonomous plane for us?

Why, sure, my fine friend! I can retrofit my Peri-Jet for you. Its in Miura, Japan, right now. Let’s fly there together in your beautiful ship!”

Lars grinned widely at her comment. He brought Peri inside the ship and waved goodbye to everyone. As the ramp closed, Peri yelled to Pearl that she’d like to discuss something about the mysterious visitors that day with her. She yelled back one word: “YES!”

Not long later, the OCAC landed near the farm of Utena and Anthy, who stared up at the ship, puzzled. They hadn’t expected any visitors. Just as Utena prepared her katana and Anthy readied her magical powers, both were calmed after catching a glimpse of Peri’s face.

“Welcome to our farm and homestead! What brings you here today, fellow travelers?

“Misses, we are here because Peri agreed to fix up her ship to replace the one destroyed in our dogfight with that unidentified ship earlier today.

“Feel free to go ahead. If you’d like, my partner, Anthy, can cook up some food for you all.

Not right now, but if any of us change my mind then we will say so…the others on my ship have Gems, so they don’t have to eat.”

Peri grabbed her visor and began reworking wires inside the OCAC after getting permission from the Off Colors. Working together, the Off Colors, Lars, Anthy, and Utena pushed the Peri-Jet inside the ship’s hull. A few hours passed and the changes had been made.

Peri exhaled deeply after the hard work.

“There we go! All done! The Peri-Jet is now the Peri Autonomous Sailing Talisman…which I call PAST! Nyehehe!...I hope it will bring you all good luck…Anything else you’d like me to do?

“No, I think that’s all. Thanks for working on this.

My pleasure. Happy travels!”

The OCAC skyrocketed off the ground and into the atmosphere. Lapis came flying in and hugged Peri, who fell into her arms, exhausted.

Lars sat down in his captain’s chair, ordering Fluorite to activate their nova ers. After plugging in the coordinates, he told the Rutile Twins to warp them to Etheria. Both recognized his requests and fulfilled them. The ship disappeared in a flash of light, accelerating through the universe to a planet many light years away.

Arriving in the orbit of Etheria, on what would have been June 15 or June 16, in the year 2019, to use Earth time measurements, their transmitter emitted static. A recording began playing:

 

Welcome to the planet of Etheria, recently reunited by the Compact signed by all the Princesses. Your enthusiasm is appreciated, please…

This was cut off by two more transmissions:

 

The planet has descended into a state of war . The Coalition of Organizational Dignity on Etheria, CODE, headquartered in Mystacor, has brought together the entities of Mystacor, Plumeria, Elberon, Thaymor, and Alwyn into one force. The rascals in Bright Moon, Salineas, and Snows have formed their own alliance. We recommend, for your safety, that you stay away until we work this out…

A group of upstarts known as the Coalition of Organizational “Dignity” has formed, headed by a former Princess who gave herself the grandiose title of “Chief Bureaucrat”...We, the Alliance of Royal Restoration, ARR for short, based out of Bright Moon, aim to restore order and REAL dignity to this planet…unlike those ne'er-do-wells!

The situation paralyzed Lars, as he didn’t want to interfere in the affairs of other planets, although neither Steven nor the Gems had given him a directive which prevented such interference. He asked Rhodonite, the head of strategic operations, for consul. This seemed like an odd choice since she could be easily spooked and incredibly stressed out. She pondered an answer and fired back:

“Let’s head to Mystacor, as the message from that group appeared more conciliatory, while the other gave the impression of outright hostility.

“I agree with Rhodonite. It is the best option at the present. We don’t want to get involved in the dispute on this planet.

“Rhodonite and RT, I agree with you both…RT, work with Fluorite to get us to the planet’s surface. Rhodonite, try to contact with those in Mystacor.

Aye, shorty!”

As the ship descended, the receiver sputtered, responding to Rhodonite’s message:

 

We hear you loud and clear. Over.

Rhodonite relayed a simple response to the person on the other side of the receiver: “Affirmative. Please relay coordinates for landing site.”

As the ship began to touch down, due to RT’s careful piloting, showing her usefulness in this time of uncertainty, Rhodonite detected a projectile.

“Captain! Hostile weapon detected a few clicks away. What are your orders?

Raise the shields and prepare the cannons for combat.”

The projectiles were not missiles like those fired by the BRIOS, but rather fast-moving ice shards. The ship’s cannons, charged up, fired upon the shards. The others bounced off the shield around Mystacor. Such a protective barrier was undoubtedly an effort by Apta and Fuma, symbolic of their friendship.

After their spaceship touched down softly, Pappy, Rhodonite, the Rutile Twins, and Fluorite, left their chairs, following Captain Lars. Apta and Castaspella greeted them.

“Welcome to Mystacor! I’m Castaspella, the head sorceress of the realm of Mystacor. We hope you enjoy your stay here…

“Yeah, yeah, Casta, we get it…but they aren’t tourists…they are interstellar travelers from Earth…tell me all about it! I know Adora went there, but I’ve never been…

“Sure! We really came here as Earth’s ambassadors…visiting planets in hopes of creating more allies with our blue planet…I’m Lars, the captain of this fine ship, and this is my crew: Pappy, Fluorite, Rhodonite, and RT.

“Welcome to you all. I can give you a tour of the facilities…I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Entrapta, but you can call me “Apta.” I am the Chief Bureaucrat here…

“…we heard from the other transmission.

Oh, those ARR jerks again…they really have a way of spinning things. I also like inventing stuff and doing cool experiments.”

Pappy observed the surroundings in amazement. She had never seen a place like it before. She couldn’t help herself. She unconsciously exclaimed.

“I foresee that we will meet a brilliant scientist and inventor named Entrapta. What a wonder!”

Apta found Pappy’s observation weirdly fascinating. Even with their elemental powers, the Princesses couldn’t make such forecasts.

“Why is she talking about something which already happened?

“Oh, that’s Pappy. Her power is to foresee events after they transpire. She is the technical advisor on my ship. Such an ability is helpful in tight situations!

“Okay, cool. Do all of you have powers?

“We do! My friend brought me back to life and turned me this pink color, and my head can be used to access a portal dimension back to Earth. The rest of my comrades were considered “off colors,” cast aside because they didn’t fit the mold of a strict society, where the galactic dictators threatened to shatter them, declaring these Gems were defective

“That’s awful! I’m glad you are here and away from such a place.

Someday we will go back…in the meantime, we are only trying to visit planets.”

As she began her tour, Fuma came running up, and beamed.

“Hello everyone! I’m Perfuma. You can call me “Fuma.” I used to be a Princess who controlled a plant kingdom, but now I’m living here with Apta, one of my best friends, and we are working on some grand stuff together. Its so exciting! Glad to meet you all!”

The appearance of the Off Colors fascinated Fuma. She especially liked the orange hair of Pappy, the multicolored hair of Rhodonite, the red hair of the Rutile Twins, the blue hair of Fluorite, and the light pink hair of Lars. After getting permission, she touched their hair, enjoying its texture on her hands. Before she went too far, however, Apta pulled her back, warning her to be kind to these guests. She bowed and apologized.

Animated, Apta babbled about the bureaucratic structures in Mystacor. She told the story of how the schism between them and the opposing alliance had begun. Before Lars or any of the Off Colors could pose a question, she headed them off with a sigh.

“We want to end this war and are willing to negotiate, but those in the other alliance are completely obstinate, especially because they are led by this princess-turned-queen…

“My good friend Apta is right. The woman who leads them is named Glimmer. She wants to annihilate us from what we have heard…and seems to be keeping the rest of them in line. Her terror tactics haven’t worked though, as those who used to live in Snows, Salineas, and Bright Moon have fled, agreeing to work for us…

It’s a great arrangement! We have a legion of bureaucrats now, plus a self-defense force which mans our defensive weapons, ensures our protective shield is maintained. We have some who are negotiators and others who do recon. We also have others who offered to be scientists, assisting me with the Runestone Draining Project and building robots.”

Apta didn’t mention is the presence of Bow, George, Lance, and Angella, or even the existence of the Archives of Etheria. You might think that Mystacor would be crowded, but the citizenry used their knowledge and ability to organize themselves in a bureaucratic manner to ensure that the space available would be used efficiently and effectively without any waste. Not one square of ground would be wasted.

Opening a large door, Lars and the Off Colors observed a multitude of people working, furiously typing in rooms on keyboards, keying in all the information gathered, staring at screens. Their electric power came from the sun and wind, but also from geothermal elements. Apta hoped that in the future the runestones of the Princesses could be used instead, seeing it as a more reliable resource than these others.

As she was about to show them more and talk about her job there in Mystacor, alarm bells began to ring. A robotic voice hollered:

 

Incoming projectiles detected. Signatures of magical Princesses detected. Please take shelter as soon as possible.

Fuma rolled her eyes. She called out to one member of the defense force, telling them to activate the electrical defense field. Although Frosta, Glimmer, Mermista, Netossa, and Spinnerella had disowned her, she wanted to immobilize them rather than something worse.

As Apta climbed into her robot, she suggested Fluorite stay behind to support the engineers in Mystacor, a condition she agreed to with the support of Lars. Like the rainbow flourite gem, she could absorb spiritual energy, allowing her to bring inner peace, understanding, or unity to any group. This made her valuable to those in Mystacor. Pappy, Rhodonite, the Rutile Twins, and Lars all squeezed inside. Apta gave the order for Fuma, Castaspella, Bow, and Angella to follow her, all of whom complied.

Reaching an open clearing, Apta stopped her machine and stepped out, as did the Off Colors. The crackling of electricity frightened Rhodonite, who cowered, her paranoia worsening. Sliding down the hill, Apta smiled at the annoyed Princesses, writhing in agony.

“Sorry, you no-good Princesses, but I couldn’t let you hurt the people of Mystacor and run amok.

“Entrapta…or Apta as you now call yourself…let us go! We wouldn’t mind talking, despite that legal trickery you did to ensure that you avoided a trial…

Netossa, I’d love to, but if I turn off this grid, you’ll capture me and imprison me in a net…while Spinnerella will blow away my friends behind me. Then, Glimmer, Mermista, and Frosta will advance ahead and destroy Mystacor.”

Frosta scowled, her eyes meeting those of Apta.

“If you even touch Glimmer, I’ll smash you to kingdom come.

Such hostile words from a member of an alliance which wants to restore royal rule across the planet and declares it has “dignity.” I see through the deception. I knew you wouldn’t want to talk. That’s not why I came here today. I wanted to introduce our visitors from Earth.”

Lars, Pappy, Rhodonite, and the Rutile Twins gingerly advanced.

“Hello, esteemed Princesses and friends…er, foes, we come from Earth as ambassadors, by recommendation of my friend, Steven, and his guardians. We don’t wish to get involved in your dispute. We only came to ensure our blue planet isn’t by itself in the universe.”

Glimmer howled with laughter.

“You really want us to believe that? If you were neutral in this conflict, then why didn’t you come to Bright Moon first?...that would have been the logical thing to do.”

Rhodonite, in an unusual move, stamped the ground and screamed back defiantly.

“We heard the messages from your alliance and CODE. Hearing both, we decided that the one sent by CODE was not hostile, unlike the message broadcast by your alliance. As such, we decided to land our spaceship there. Besides, one of you tried to shoot us down with some ice projectiles, so that was another factor.”

Frosta sheepishly shrugged, aware that she had been the one that fired the ice spears toward the OCAC. Realizing her mistake, she bowed toward them.

“Please forgive me, space travelers. I thought my friend Glimmer would be harmed by your ship which I perceived to be a new weapon to be used against us.”

Lars smiled. He chuckled, straining to keep the peace and not take sides.

“No harm, no foul. We would like to see the other parts of this world, if you don’t mind. As for this dispute, it should be something you all work out for yourselves.”

Fuma piped in. She wanted to show them Plumeria, currently ruled by her brother, and promised to show them the city-state of Elberon, controlled by Mayor Abbelina, the Commune of Alwyn, ruled by Chief Executive Granjero, and the Republic of Thaymor, led by Governor Pax. Lars obliged and recommended the Rutile Twins return to Mystacor to keep Fluorite company, accompanied by Bow. Flourite who was focused on enhancing unity and connection as the former head of the Off Colors, fit in this magical realm. At the same time, Angella, Castaspella, and Apta continued to watch over the Princesses, unable to move thanks to being stuck in a magic-proof electric cage created by Apta.

Singing happily with pep in her step, Fuma prattled on about the Whispering Woods. Lars didn’t feel frightened by this new environment, while Pappy and Rhodonite hid behind him in fear. Before they knew it, all four had reached the royal realm of Plumeria.

A cheery face greeted them. It was Fuma’s brother, Kelley, currently the sovereign of Plumeria until a new leader would be elected through a democratic vote.

“Welcome to Plumeria fellow journeyers! Perfuma, it’s so great to see you again…with all this war and conflict, I hadn’t heard from you in a while and I worried a lot.”

The hearts of Pappy and Rhodonite were made warm when they observed how the Plumerians lived in close-knit family units clustered around delicate trees and plants. As a fusion of a Ruby and a Pearl, these living arrangements made them both smile inside their perma-fusion. Lars worried about them, noting that while many were involved in agriculture, living in yurts or tents, no defensive system had been set up.

“With all the violence on this planet, how do you defend from attack by outsiders?

My fine pink-haired man, the people here are optimistic, nonviolent, peaceful, and do not want to engage in combat. They have been living here for thousands of years, preserving our history in wood carvings, whether in the tree with the heart blossom or elsewhere…we did let Perfuma’s friend, Entrapta, install a shield generator for us, and some other devices. Due to our alliance with our friends in Mystacor, we feel safe.”

Kelley’s response peaked Lars’ interest but also reassured him. This assuaged his worries about the Plumerians and their safety.

Lars, Pappy, Rhodonite, Kelley, and Fuma ate a lunch together, chowing down on the fruits and other foods available. As noon approached, Fuma announced the necessity of traveling to Elberon, Thaymor, and Alwyn. She beckoned goodbye to her brother as they departed. Walking through the woods, with Rhodonite, Pappy, and Lars following behind Fuma, her message pad beeped. She typed in three words on her message pad to Apta: “Activate RDP ASAP,” receiving the response of “Affirmative.” Her device had a touchscreen, a few buttons, a stylus, and a virtual keyboard, while recognizing handwriting and finger . It resembled early personal digital assistants (PDAs) in Earth’s history which had long been abandoned since they could be imprecise and infuriating to control.

The next stop was the Commune of Alwyn. Previously, the most important provider of supplies for the Princess Alliance and a farming community, it bustled with activity. Granjero, the Chief Executive, welcomed them, in a manner which echoed that of Kelley in Plumeria.

“Hello! We are so glad to have visitors! With the war, very few have ventured out here. We provide supplies to those in Mystacor and allied sovereignties.”

Lars had some questions. He inquired about their recordkeeping and governmental system.

Granjero had a jolly and hearty laugh.

“What a smart man we have! We keep paper records here. Those which are not active we transmit to the Archives of Etheria in Mystacor for future generations. We have a strong direct democracy, with measures in place to separate church and state, providing the equal right to vote for all peoples, prohibiting child labor, fines imposed on workers by their employers, and ending of any previous debt. The people are the real rulers of our state, not in a faux way like those on this planet which consider themselves part of the ARR, claim…what utter scoundrels!”

The sentiment of Granjero and the democratic atmosphere excited Lars even more that Plumeria, which he saw as ingenious. He wanted to learn about Elberon, a city-state, Thaymor, a republic, and Plumeria, sovereign entities also within the Whispering Woods. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to gather information about any of those places. Fuma received a message on her device, the Aptapad, calling it “AP” for short:

 

RDP initiation sequence engaged. Return to home base pronto.

Using her plant powers, she grabbed Lars, Pappy, and Rhodonite, dragging them behind. She announced the necessity for their departure, hollering to Granjero about the RDP, to which he nodded. A few Alwynians were dispatched to tell Thaymor, Elberon, and Plumeria of the development, so all could prepare themselves. Although Lars could have broken through the thick vines on his own, he accepted his fate like his fellow comrades. As she pulled them to Mystacor, using her full strength, exhausting her, Lars enquired about one matter.

“Why can’t we go to Elberon and Thaymor?

We are in a full-blown war…and the last stage is about to be executed. It would be a pity to see you or your compatriots to be caught up in such an ugly sight…it aligns with your perceptions, saying we should work out our own problems without interference.”

As Fuma giggled, she slumped on the ground. Lars, Pappy, and Rhodonite were carried inside the protective shield surrounding Mystacor, then plopped next to their ship. The Rutile Twins and Fluorite met them, grinning. The Rutile Twins whispered to Lars, explaining the situation to him, with each one of them speaking in alternating words and sentences, repeating what the other had said, in a different way. He bobbed his head, telling his fellow comrades to join him on the ship. As the nova ers began powering up, Lars stood on the ramp, addressing all those assembled (Fuma, Angella, and Castaspella) as an exiting committee:

“Revered guests, we appreciate your hospitality during our visit on this planet. While the ravages of war prevented us from visiting many locations, I can express, speaking for myself, and on behalf of my shipmates, your gratefulness. We have learned more about this planet, which I will communicate, as will my fellow compatriots, to those on Earth. We promise to come back at a future time and finish our tour, hopefully under better circumstances.”

Fuma replied, staring at Lars, his red cape blowing in the wind.

“Thank you for stopping in Etheria. We are duty-bound to put our affairs in order, but we welcome you back anytime. Communicate our best wishes to Adora on Earth.

Will do, Fuma! Thank you everyone!”

The ramp closed as the OCAC ascended, passing through the defensive shield around Mystacor and into the planet’s atmosphere. Lars sat in the captain’s chair and cracked a smile. Looking around, admiring his surroundings, the three consoles near the front of the ship’s bridge, and the radiant color inside, he addressed his compatriots:

“I’m glad to be aboard the ship once more, so we continue our adventure together! RT, pilot us out of the planet’s gravitational pull…journey onward!

It would be my pleasure, captain. Your wish is my command.”

Back on Etheria, the situation had changed for the worse. Apta stood a few paces away from the clearing in the Whispering Woods where Mermista, Spinnerella, Frosta, Glimmer, and Netossa were trapped by an electric cage. She pressed a button on her touchpad and the cage dissipated into nothingness. Mermista attempted to learn Apta’s real plan.

“Entrapta, what’s this all about? We can end this all now, like you don’t need to hurt us. We are willing to negotiate and accept any terms.

My sweet Mermista, how naive you are. The fun has only started.”

Into her device, she screamed the following words: “Engage RDP.”

A robotic voice bellowed. Its message made the Princesses shake in fear:

Acknowledged, Chief Bureaucrat Entrapta. Project execution in ten seconds.

Ten seconds passed and the voice roared again:

 

Project energized and active.

Frosta, Glimmer, and Mermista howled in distress. Their hearts throbbing, both fell, weak and fatigued. Even when fighting the armies of the Horde alongside Adora, none of them had felt like they did at that moment. Spinnerella and Netossa stood on guard, ready to strike down Apta.

“Entrapta, what have you done?

Spinnerella, you would never understand. Its all part of my project to drain the runestones of their power, routing their power through the heartstone in Plumeria…so those people can live peacefully…I couldn’t let any of you Princesses ruin my plans for a better world. Now, we can be on an even playing field.”

Glimmer snarled. She crawled over to Apta, expressing her dismay and disgust.

“We will get back at you for this, Entrapta…we will use the power to defeat your evil plans.

“Evil? Glimmer, you are mistaken. Without the power of your runestones, all of you are common laborers. There is no need for royal rule on this planet anymore…this planet should be run democratically. I am only serving as the agent for a sweeping change.

“We have weapons back in Bright Moon, Snows, and Salineas…our loyal subjects will ensure that you go down once and for all!

Oh, Frosta, those people you call “loyal subjects” are working for the Coalition of Organizational Dignity on Etheria, whether on Mystacor, or elsewhere. They agreed with my plan and of those in Mystacor. Your royal realms have fallen. Your reign of terror is over. Glimmer and Mermista, that goes for you too.”

This bold talk from Apta surprised the Princesses. Netossa wouldn’t let something like this pass unchecked. She approached Apta, tip toeing.

“How can we trust you? What evidence do you have that proves your assertion that our kingdoms have ‘fallen’ as you claim?

Don’t believe me? I’ll prove it to you. Just watch the screen.”

Everyone crowded around her small device. A three-way split screen showed people cheering in Bright Moon, Snows, and Salineas, chanting “down with the Princesses!,” assisted by robots Apta and her fellow comrades commanded. Glimmer, Frosta, and Mermista gazed, aghast. 

Netossa and Spinnerella saw this as a chance to attack. They thought that combining their efforts would “save” their friends.

“Entrapta, your time is up! Prepare to meet your doom!”

Netossa manipulated magic energy into nets, hoping to encumber Apta. Her efforts proved futile, so Spinnerella attempted to generate a miniature tornado, directing it in her direction. Its effects were mitigated by a huge vacuum, draining her powers akin to what had happened to the other Princesses. The same happened to Netossa too. Their energy had been into what Apta had dubbed the Wind-Net Analyzer Project (WNAP).

She clapped, sauntering toward a delirious Netossa and Spinnerella.

“Congratulations for showing the potential of the WNAP. I wasn’t sure about it, but I am glad this experiment worked. Since you are all tired, let’s talk about next steps in my laboratory in Mystacor. My comrades will bring you inside.”

Not having any energy to argue, all the Princesses acquiesced, hoping to make the best of a bad situation. Loaded onto a cart, Castaspella created a bridge through the floating islands so they could be wheeled into Mystacor. Once inside the protective barrier, the bridge disappeared into dust like it had never existed in the first place.

Groaning, all five Princesses awoke to find themselves sitting in chairs within Apta’s lab. Such a place existed only in a magical underground dimension of Mystacor, created recently.

“Welcome to my workspace. Now, all of you have had either had your magic abilities dulled, in the case of Spinnerella and Netossa, or completely drained, in the case of Glimmer, Frosta, and Mermista. I’m not the ruler of this world, but I hope you all want to move this planet forward to a brighter future. The only condition is that you cannot be rulers again, only lending a hand in the self-governance of your former subjects.”

Contemplating this choice, Mermista wanted some clarification before making a final decision on Apta’s proposal. It meant a good deal since the planet remained in flux.

“If we agree to assist in this quest for planetary betterment, like can we stay on the planet?

“Sure! I want all of us to work together and make this world a better place. After Glimmer threatened annihilation of her ‘enemies,’ the Runestone Draining Project appeared to be the only option. Drastic times called for dire measures…it will take time to readjust to not having your powers, but I want to give you the choice. We can always re-engineer the project to strengthen your connections to the runestones…if you so desire.

Apta, I’ll agree to that! I’ll try some time without such a connection...Frosta, Glimmer, Spinnerella, and Netossa, do you want to join me?”

Frosta uttered the word “yes,” followed by the same from Spinnerella and Netossa. Glimmer refused to join the other Princesses. She slammed her foot on the ground and hollered.

“NONE of you will listen to me! You are going to accept a loss of your capability to control magic for some phony baloney idea…where the people decide their own fate? What is wrong with all of you!? I’ll have to travel to another planet…where people will listen to me! People should respect me, not treat me like some common peasant!

“Glimmer, you won’t even have your powers…how can you command an army?

That doesn’t matter, Frosta! I have innate leadership ability, unlike the rest of you. All of you are phonies, fakes, who think you matter. I’m done with it all. I completely understand why Adora left…she couldn’t stand any of you jerks anymore.”

Speaking to one of Apta’s confidantes, Glimmer ordered the woman to activate an interdimensional portal, threatening to bash their head in with her staff if she didn’t comply. Terrified, the woman hurriedly pressed buttons. Once activated, she could travel through the folds of space time. Apta messaged Bow, advising him to come down to her lab instantly to prevent Glimmer from doing something dangerous which could kill her.

About to enter the gateway, she heard Bow’s voice. She spun around and faced him.

“Glimmer, please don’t go! Now that the war has ended, we can spend time together again…and be the Best Friend Duo…it would break my heart if you left.

“I have to do this…no one here respects me…I can’t thrive in a toxic environment like the one fostered on this planet. I wanted to obliterate the enemy. But it stands before us in the form of Entrapta. It is now clear you were all conspiring behind my back, wanting me to cave in…

“No, no, you have it all wrong. Entrapta isn’t our enemy…she wants to lend a hand. You can reconnect with me, your mother, your aunt, everyone here…we are all your friends.

YOU can’t recognize what I’ve been through, Bow. My mother abandoned me for another side in a civil war. You, my best friend, did the same. I was lonely in Bright Moon…I can’t stand it anymore. If I die in the vacuum of space, so be it.”

Sobbing, Bow choked up, only able to mouth three words: “Fine, go then.”

The portal whirred and Glimmer spun around. She had begun moving across the plane of time and space. Like the time when Samurai Jack tried to travel back to Earth through a portal in the Fright Zone, this didn’t work out as she planned. Robotic voices rang out with continual frequency, scaring the remaining Princesses, Bow, and Apta:

 

Warning. Portal Malfunction. Warning. Portal…

The message kept repeating until Apta’s compatriot turned it off. Red caution lights continued to flare, worrying everyone. She tried to rework the path through spacetime, tapping on the keyboard with increasing frequency. Having their fingers crossed, Bow, Mermista, Spinnerella, Frosta, and Netossa thought Apta had fixed it. Another error blared, dashing her efforts.

 

Warning. Intersecting spacetime distortion detected. Warning…

Again, it continued before Apta turned it off. She knew what this meant. She guessed that something had intersected with Glimmer’s path through spacetime. She gasped.

“This is not good. I don’t think there is anything I can do. I think the ship that left this planet not that long ago, commanded by the Earthlings, tried to move through spacetime and crisscrossed our spacetime pathway…Glimmer is safe, but she could end up anywhere at this point…and there’s no turning back.”

Apta guessed correctly. The OCAC, halfway through its warp through the plains of space, had been thrown off course by dimensional waves caused by the portal in Mystacor. Rhodonite shrieked. Despite all their adventures together, nothing like this had ever occurred before. She anticipated the captain would provide some calming guidance to tamp down her paranoia.

“Captain, what’s going on? Is it the Diamonds? Are they trying to enact revenge?

I am not sure…but it appears to be a dimensional drift…we should ride with these waves, taking the good with the gnarly…we are exploring space after all. Let’s have fun!”

Rhodonite perked up. Lars didn’t answer her questions, but his cheery attitude made her feel better about herself and regain self-confidence. Like clockwork, Pappy made a “prediction”:

“I foresee that dimensional waves will ripple across space-time and cause danger to all of us…oh my…what a dilemma!”

Lars cackled, adding, “Thanks, Pappy…you are such reliable guide and will always be an honored member of this ship!” He said this, realizing that Pappy’s visions of events slightly in the past weren’t super useful and cognizant of the fact that she had a delayed reaction to events that transpire in real time, meaning that the other Off Colors often have to step in to save her.

A bluish glow surrounded the ship, pulling it across the plane of space-time, and into a wormhole. As everyone else screamed, Lars sat back, enjoying the ride. He remained calm, aware that everything would work itself out eventually.

In Mystacor, Apta bit her fingernails nervously. Glimmer was stuck in a sort of spacetime limbo, while the Earth-origin ship, commanded by Captain Lars, pulled energy from the interdimensional gateway. She didn’t want to turn the device off as it could endanger the life of Lars, his comrades, and Glimmer. The distortion in spacetime caused the machine to overload, sputtering with electricity, with ear-splitting alarms filling the room. Apta roared so loud that it hurt the eardrums of Mermista, Spinnerella, Frosta, Netossa, Bow, and her other associates.

“We need to evacuate immediately! This place is gonna blow!

“Apta! Is there anything we can do about Glimmer?

I’m afraid not, Bow. The machine has lost control…becoming burdened with overuse. While some may say that ‘spacetime behaves relationally but exists absolutely,’ in this case spacetime is behaving irrationally…they are experiencing the universe different from us, and in a horrifying way, which cannot be prevented, causing them to flow through the curvature of the universe, with objects in motion continuing in curved lines…”

One of Apta’s comrades, inuu, whose full name was inuu Spaziu-Tempu, and nicknamed Tempy, shook her head. She pulled down a lever and the laboratory completely powered down. It appeared extreme, but the only way to stop it from exploding.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Entrapta, but I had no choice. I couldn’t let your work here go to waste all because one portal went haywire…

“Tempy, I appreciate your effort…but I worry about the peoples on that ship and Glimmer…I don’t want them to die on my watch…

“Ms. Entrapta, that won’t happen…we need to disconnect the gateway, then restart the power here…otherwise such an event will occur once more…

“That makes sense!...Me and Bow will detach the portal from the power grid…Tempy, you lead the Princesses upstairs, so no one is harmed. We’ll tell you when we are done.

Understood, Ma’am! It will be done as you ordered!”

As the Princesses left the room, Bow and Apta griped. Realizing that Bow could be harmed by residual electric shock, she recommended he put on one of the electrical protection suits she had in storage. Bow complied. Walking into a metal locker, he pulled out a one-size-fits-all suit and put it on top of his clothes. He thought the padded chest area was unusual, but supposed it was only a safety measure. Walking out he announced proudly “ta-da!” Apta giggled.

“You know that’s a woman’s suit, right?”

Bow’s cheeks were flushed with red as bright as freshly picked strawberries. Speechless and shocked by this turn of events, Apta continued to laugh.

“I guess you like to wear women’s clothes, Bow…that’s fine…I wear men’s clothes all the time because they can be more comfortable…it’s such an artificial distinction.

“WHAT! I…do…NOT!...Wait, you wear men’s clothes?

“Why not? I see nothing wrong with it. Fuma does the same thing, sometimes.

“She…does?

“Yup. Let’s end this worthless conversation…and get to work…

Ok, Apta. I’ll work with you to take out the wires from the wall and the portal with it.”

An hour or so later, the task had been completed, Bow sweating profusely. Apta had snipped the wires and rerouted them to connect to the rest of the facility. With this electrical work, you would never know, apart from the gap where the portal once sat, that a portal had ever been there. Pulling out her small device, she texted Tempy, telling her to restore electricity to the lab. The lights flickered and the devices began humming once more. Apta breathed in. Her real home, surrounded by machines, her real friends, had come back with a vigor.

Meanwhile in the plains of spacetime, Glimmer observed the passageway closing in around her. As she scrambled forward, a jolt of electricity propelled her forward, through an opening and into the atmosphere of a strange celestial body. While she escaped the interdimensional corridor from crushing her into thousands of particles, the high voltage knocked her unconscious. As she rapidly fell the planet’s surface, she envisioned her mother, who defected to the other side in the recently concluded civil war on Etheria and her long-lost father, reportedly killed in a battle with the Horde. Tears streamed down her face, realizing that she had no friends or support from anyone, completely solitary in the universe, partially her own doing.

Lars and his fellow comrades on the OCAC had problems of their own. The wormhole their ship had entered became more violent. Rhodonite and Pappy huddled in fear while Lars stood strong, refusing to give up without a fight. He ordered the Rutile Twins and Fluorite to give the ship an extra boost, ensuring it would speed through space like a fast-moving bullet. Almost in sync with their action, an electrical current coursed through the ship, propelling it forward.

Next thing they knew, water sloshed around the ship, disturbing the Gems and Lars alike.

“How in the world did we end up on the ocean floor? Last, I can remember, we were being dragged through that ferocious wormhole.

Captain, I’m as perplexed as you are. Even so, I’m glad to be on more solid ground.”

Like a jack-in-the-box, Pappy blurted out another of her visions:

“I forecast we will arrive on the ocean floor of an alien planet…what a mystery!

Thanks, Pappy. Now, if you had future-vision and past-vision at the same time…that would be real helpful right about now!”

Suddenly, huge whale-squid passed by the ship, amazing the Off Colors and Lars. They resembled nautiluses, a form of molluscan creatures, which swam in the oceans of the blue planet, “Earth,” of Lars and Steven’s origin. Suddenly the docile squids scattered, driven away by a legion of yellow-painted Diver Yunboro. These watertight machines, which were used to search the ocean depths for materials to salvage, had propellers, allowing them to maneuver with ease, ballast tanks, and searchlights. Often, they were used to catch fish and had a limited ability for combat since none had weapons or heavy arms. Their only “defense” was the jettison of their limbs, allowing the body to become a life pod which would float to the surface. In this case, the troop of Yunboros, accompanied by a modded machine with charcoal-grey robotic mechanical arms, approached their ship.

Lars and his shipmates squinted, blinded by the searchlights shined in their faces. The Yunboros lifted the OCAC to a nearby platform on a salvage ship atop the choppy ocean surface. One of the machines opened. A 19-year-old woman stepped out, her dark-blue-eyes staring at the unwelcome visitors, who had scrambled out of the ship. The warm color of her dark red hair shined in the sunlight. Her face was framed by two bangs with blue, grey, and black beads, tied up in a ponytail and draping down her back. She wore large gold hoop earrings, a metal band on her upper arm, a short dark orange crop top with dark red straps and a pale-yellow frill, tight dark green shorts, and long grey stockings held up by brown straps. Towering at about five feet, five inches tall, she brazenly hollered at Lars and his crew, joined by an 18-year-old man with silver grey hair, a 21-year-old man with blonde hair, and a few others.

“Who are you…and why are you on Earth?”