The ship shudders as it pierces Homeworld’s atmosphere, harsh golden light flooding the cockpit. Jasper brings it down hard on a metallic landing platform, engines screaming before cutting out. The air outside hums with Gem energy—cold, ordered, oppressive.

Jasper stands first, cracking her knuckles. “We’re here. Don’t slow me down.”

Towering spires loom in the distance. Faceless Gems march in perfect lines. Somewhere deep within Homeworld, eyes are already turning toward your arrival.