It has been thousands of years. The original group have all been captured and replace by now. Their fates are unknown. There is a small pile now, though. A couple orange, a few red, one or two purple, and a single green. This is a bad place to hide, there is nowhere to run off to if they are found. They would be cornered, and it would be the end. But all the other places were discovered long ago, and all Spinel were warned never to go back.
Then the worst happens. They are caught in the red light of a search bot. Which quickly summons more, blocking up the entrance. The Spinel huddle, shivering, crying. One who had a small chip in her gem starts crying and laughing at the same time.
Then the chopping of the boots can be heard. One of the oranges starts murmuring that she never even got to make anyone clap. The bots back off, and Quartz soldiers have filed in to take their place. The Spinel who aren't completely frozen by fear manage to look up, just long enough to see some gem that doesn't quite match up with the others.
Is that?... No, it couldn't be... But what else could she be? In the center, in front of all the others, was a Spinel. A very strange, mean looking Spinel. What Gem would have wanted a best friend to look like that?!
She offers one of the fearful ones her hand, a wide smile on her face. "It's alright," She says, a knowing tone in her voice, "We aint gonna poof ya! And don't cha worry 'bout these dunder heads, their just my guard." She then looks over her shoulder and barks an order, "Well?! Don't just stand there girls, give them a hand!"
The rejected Spinel look shell shocked, but it soon dawns on them that they were not going to be poofed and processed! The Quarts soldiers, all wearing blue uniforms, are actually quite nice and awfully gentle.
Turns out it was now Era Three, the son of Pink Diamond returned and convinced the other Diamonds to liberate and free all colonies and treat all gems right. Was this... hope?