A lifeless planet was what it was. Perhaps, if one looked close enough, they might see the life that it had once held. Perhaps, it would have been hard to believe that there was enough substance for plant life once, or that, there had been a civilization that called the barren landscape 'home'. There was some activity on such a planet. Homeworld had no reason to care about organic life, and certainly not if it got in the way. Homeworld, for the most part, cared about one thing: results. Kindergartens harbored results, and this planet was the result of the consequences that came from them. And results were what Galaxite was going to get. It was hard to really distinguish yourself from your fellow gems in Homeworld, just another cut, another facet of the same gem-- perhaps, if you were rare, you might be considered noteworthy. Otherwise... only those that proved themselves could rise to the top. Get special consideration. Get to the position that she had spent years upon years getting to. It was not her usual job, watching over these fusion experiments. Perhaps it was a tad contradictory-- 'fusion is for weak gems' is what was constantly taught, but, who was she to question Homeworld? Homeworld's will was her will was what she'd pledged. And certainly, she had no reason to go against what Homeworld wanted. And these gems that lied beneath her, well, maybe they had reason to go against her. But she'd make sure to show that it was a very bad idea to do so. The only ones beneath the gems she had control over were those lowly Sonnile, and those were quashed long ago. Good riddance. From her position, she watched the fusion experiments. There had been few successful ones, the others... "Shatter them." she said, watching another fusion fall apart. Homeworld had no room for failures. And, she was determined to not let this endeavor be one. Even if there were certain... factors involved. Those rebels, namely. She grit her teeth. The rebels that had fused better than any of their fusions so far, managed to match her in skill, drove her back, forced her to retreat-- she found herself digging her nails into her hands and had to make herself cease the thought, least she lose her composure. Revenge would be satisfying, she promised herself. It was only a matter of when.