Grey Corps

I'm starting up a series! Here we gooooo!

A Beginning
(Suggested tune for this episode: Gymnopedie No. 1 by Erik Satie or Claire De Lune by Claude Debussy.)

Hello. I'm Opal Doublet. Back in my day, I was a star. It was the greatest time of my life. From a grumpy old soldier to a beloved celebrity. Though, I also was a member of TRIPLE, a specialized task force owned by Blue Diamond, in which I'd speak of my war stories every once in a while.

But, that was long ago. Long before it even happened. About 5 years after I'm reduced to only a spy, I retire from TRIPLE. I already had some money on me to start and enough respect from the government that I could just live the next couple centuries relaxing. But then, IT happened.

I don't know how it even happened. Some obscure company called Grey Corps came in, slowly took over town. One day, the Diamonds decided to award the CEO of the company for her services. I think they were supporting the soldiers against the Rebellion on a large scale.

Suddenly, a couple grey-colored troopers covered head-to-toe appear out of nowhere and immediately poofed the Diamonds and bubbled them. I didn't understand how they did it. The Diamonds were incredibly powerful. A Diamond being poofed? Were those fakes?

The CEO of Grey Corps snaps, and some soldiers that looked of a lesser rank flood and inform the crowd that the Gem Empire belongs to Grey Corps now and that any other high-ranking member of the old government would be taken as well.

Mass panic ensues.

I bolt towards my old penthouse. Today, it's more like a really fancy two-storied house. Back then it would've been one heck of a home, but I haven't really had any reason to move for centuries and I still don't have one, since not even the hotel's owner knew I was important. Or well, was.

Of course, before I can even get in, there are already troops. They spot me and ask for any identification I have on me. In my suit I had my TRIPLE ID, which would likely mean I'd be attacked immediately. Not good. So I had to really hit it home with my VIP card for the Diamond Rose.

"Here you go, sir." I pull out the VIP card.

"Corundum, Facet 9519X9Z." The soldier read it out loud. "You don't look like a Corundum."

"I've been poofed a ton of times." I quickly reply to cover that.

"Fair enough." The soldier handed the card back to me and motioned for me to move along.

I immediately walked into my penthouse and turned on my radio. This would be a slow day, since the news channels seemed to not have caught wind of the "takeover of the Gem Empire" yet.