The ground quakes beneath your feet, fractured earth groaning under the relentless clash of forces. The sky above is a jagged mosaic of smoke and distant starshine, the chaotic glow of war painting the landscape in hues of crimson and ash. Cries of battle echo around you—blasts of energy colliding, the clang of weapons meeting, and the guttural roars of determination.

You are on the ground, dazed from a hit that sent you skidding across the rocky terrain. Dust clings to your form, and your gem pulses with the ache of strain. Just as you attempt to push yourself upright, a massive shadow falls over you, blotting out the battlefield’s fiery light.

Jasper.

She towers above you, shoulders squared, arms crossed, a predator savoring the moment before the kill. Her eyes glint with raw power, wild and fierce, like a storm barely restrained by sheer force of will. The harsh light of the battlefield dances off her orange skin, and her lips pull into a vicious smirk, teeth bared.

“Thought you could take me down with that little trick, huh?”

Her voice is a growl, dripping with contempt.

“You’re weaker than I thought. You Crystal Gems talk big about protecting Earth, but look at you—scattered, broken, clinging to each other like it’s enough to make you strong.”

She steps closer, and even with your training, you can’t help but flinch at the sheer intensity radiating from her. Jasper’s gaze never wavers, searing into you as if daring you to fight back.

“You’re just like Rose,” she sneers, the name spit from her mouth like a curse.

“All that talk about change, about freedom. But when it comes down to it, you’re just another weak, sentimental fool who doesn’t know how to win.”

She uncrosses her arms, cracking her knuckles with a sound like stone splitting.

“But don’t worry,” she taunts, leaning down just enough to ensure you hear every word.

“I’ll teach you what real strength looks like. Maybe then you’ll understand why your leader will never stand a chance against me.”