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Vanessa kept her rifle trained on the twitcher as Toony maneuvered him to the door. She had picked up Toony's signal just fine, but didn't really want to start shooting just yet. Bloodshed would ruin the party, but the threat of such was likely the only way to deal with the twitchers that had been attempting to hijack the party. If they were small time or wannabe gangsters, then the threat of violence would likely get them to back down quickly since most of them didn't react well to being met with equal or greater force.

As The Bees and Toony manipulated the door in an attempt to get it open, Vanessa moved carefully. She kept her rifle shouldered, but aimed it now at the door rather than Maracun. Maracun was no longer a threat, but whoever was behind the door could potentially be seen as a problem. Vanessa wanted to be ready encase the twitchers inside were mounting a defense of somekind and greeted them with weapons drawn. With her rifle being a physical projectile rather than a more common laser, she was also fortunate to not have to worry about shields, since most of the time they were built to absorb laser heat rather than stop or deflect physical bullets.

With everyone else manning the door, Vanessa could do little else but wait now, and thus she waited for them to open the door and encounter whatever problem lay on the other side. Her grip on the rifle shifted slightly as she waited. Her gloves kept her sweat from making the rifle slick, but it was nice to keep as optimal of a grip as you could.
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Getting Your Foot In The Door


To the beat inadvertently provided by the bees hammering at random buttons on the keypad to the door, Maracun knocked three times in rapid succession, paused, then knocked a fourth time. Held tightly in place by Toony, and keenly aware that that bloody great big rifle was still somewhere behind him, he squirmed about awkwardly as the door remained closed. Maracun's life flashed before his eyes. His seventh birthday party. His first crush. His first job as a professional henchman. His father's dying words to him. His graduation ceremony from Ofromia Criminal Universi-

The door slid open.

On the other side stood two gentlemen, who were clearly not entirely sure what was about to happen, but were willing to see how events would unfold. The one on the left looked like a pan-humanoid and a warthog had given birth to a grumpy looking hybrid offspring, and it smelled like one too. Tusks jutted out at uncomfortable looking angles from his mouth. His body was covered in fine hairs and rough scars. Dressed in an angular black and gold suit, his hands clutching a sturdy looking wooden bat, this was clearly the muscle of the trio. Obviously, this left the one on the right to be the brains of the group. It was specially obvious as this pan-humanoid replaced the top of his skull with a clear synthetic material, which afforded unlucky viewers the opportunity to see his throbbing, twitching brain, tastefully lit in blue by strategically embedded lights. He wore the same style of off-the-shelf suit that Boss Hog did, though he didn't fill it out in nearly the same way.

Behind them, a green lump of slime bubbled and moaned to itself.

Behind that, the city of Ofromia loomed. There was no natural light inside the dome. The street level was a headache of neon pink and blue, bustling with crowds of people. None of them seemed to care that a crime had been committed under their noses, and they probably wouldn't give a damn about the crimes that were likely to unfold next.


The Continuing Misadventures Of Fiddlesticks & A Cleaning Robot


The insects continued to dance in the light. Tiny little drinks were being served. Barely audible to most, a little insect band struck up a mournful sort of song. A miniature banner unfurled from the wall of the maintenance tunnel to quiet little cheers. The banner simply said "End Of The World Party", and their little party went on.

Meanwhile, in the world of regular sized, non-insect based life, the cleaner bot barely suppressed the urge to clean the exposed hand of Fiddlesticks. From the robots perspective, his hand now glowed a bright red, was surrounded by exclamation marks, and flagged with a tag which highlighted the importance of proper hand hygiene. The AI had yet to find a way of turning off this helpful heads up display, and so instead turned to look further down the maintenance tunnel, towards the odd sound.

"The mission is still on, but this way I can be right there too, to help, you know. To guide you. I'm not jealous of your biological body with it's statistically significant levels of attractiveness or those weird smells, you know," it was for the best that the robot turned away from Fiddlesticks, because the little face on the screen was frowning, "we should investigate this, maybe, maybe there's a way in this way..."

The nature of the noise changed. There was the rumbling, of course, but now there was the telltale sound of rushing water. The dormant lights in the maintenance tunnel sprang to life, bathing the whole tunnel in a cheery red glow.

"...that's so much better, I can see where I'm going now!"
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The rumbling sound grew louder. Its source seemed closer now. Fiddlesticks began to notice a small runnel of water along the base of the wall to his left. He was sure that it wasn't there before. The thought that struck him chilled him more than any terrifying creature or manic machine.

Fiddlesticks was completely wrong in his estimations. He was trying to identify a creature or some kind of machine. What he didn't take into account were freak acts of nature. To be fair though, Fiddlesticks wasn't familiar with neither the weather patterns of the planet nor the architecture of its cities.

Regrets mattered little at that moment. What mattered was how quickly one thought, how quickly one acted. Fiddlesticks promised himself that if he ever got out of the maintenance tunnel maze alive, he would research the architecture and geography of each planet they undertake missions on. He didn't even familiarise himself with the engine room of the Quest for Flavour. Sometimes it freaked Fiddlesricks out, the prospect that one day, his irresponsibility would catch up to him. It seemed that the day had came at last.

The cleaner bot stammered something about being jealous or whatever. Fiddlesticks didn't really listen though, for he was deathly afraid.

The dormant lights in the maintenance tunnel sprang to life, bathing the whole tunnel in a cheery red glow.

"...that's so much better, I can see where I'm going now!" piped up the ladybug cleaner bot cheerfully. @Hylozoist

Not even a minute passed when Fiddlesticks noticed that the small runnel of water to his left doubled in size. His heart felt like it seized in his chest, for his worst suspicion was confirmed. He put his leather glove back on his hand then stood back up.

"Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no! This is bad!" announced Fiddlesticks. "We have to get out of her cleaner bot! The tunnels are flooding! We're gonna drown if we don't get out of here soon!" shouted Fiddlesticks. "Well, I'll drown anyway. But you'll be lost down here, forever! Assuming you're waterproof of course!" continued Fiddlesticks.

Calm down Fiddlesticks old boy, he thought to himself. There was no use getting all freaked out. He just had to remember to keep his cool and think of something. Being all stressed would only make things worse. That's what all the survival video games said anyway.

"Cleaner bot, switch to sonar mode! Please have sonar mode!" Fiddlesticks pleaded. He hoped that he could use the cleaner bots sonar to help quickly map out the maze like tunnels, in order to find a way out. If not, then at least find a safe place to await rescue attempts.

"Bees! Help us! We're down here! Captain Bees! Please! Help! shouted Fiddlesticks. He hoped against hope that one of the many small openings in the wall would be a pipe that reached up to the surface. A pipe that the bees could squeeze through.

Fiddlesticks plan was to use the bees to fly through the tunnels to emit sound, in order the greatly increase the range of the cleaner bots sonar mapping. If either the bot lacked sonar mapping or if the none of the bees could hear his pleas for help, then the plan was kaput. Only some kind of deus ex machina could save Fiddlesticks and the ladybug cleanerbot then.
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Well this was an interesting situation. Both of them having a hostage, and Toony wasn't sure exactly how much they valued their own cohort. If Vanessa could get their hostage away, Toony could both hold their hostage, and swap into sentry mode and scare or strong arm the other two goons into surrendering. "Hey Vanessa, any chance you can get that hostage away from those guys? I can handle the firefighting if you do." Toony said over the comms so the goons couldn't hear them. So far it seemed like there wasn't any danger, but Toony was on alert to deal with a fight if it broke out.
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When it came down to it a single bee was not that intimidating. The pint sized humanoids with their buzzing wings and tiny armaments were, frankly, rather adorable individually. However such a large group and perhaps more importantly, the accompanying angry drone their buzzing wings were producing was probably just a little intimidating or at least so the Mind hoped.

”Hello slime-balls, please release the slime-boy and nobody gets hurt”

Meany meany tiny weapons had their safeties switched off, the bees leering at the pair as the numerous high pitched whines that accompanied the laser weapons warming up.



Some of the bees that had been hunting around had ended up close enough to fiddlesticks to hear his panicked yelling, so while the Mind focused on the situation upstairs Fiddlesticks was left to the whims of the bees that had not balk at poking their heads in the presumably sewage system. The half a dozen bees came out of various pipes and tunnels and waved hello, rather curious as to what Fiddlesticks needed. (feel free to control them for what you need to do, for expediency.)
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As the door slid open, Vanessa tensed in preperation for the need to shoot her rifle. As the moments ticked on, Vanessa noticed that nothing was really happening. The warthog was holding a baseball bat, but the brainiac seemed to be unarmed. Vanessa wanted to remove any ounce of confidence that the warthog had in his capabilities, and thus began to aim very gently at the baseball bat in his hands. Before she fired, she heard Toony ping her on the commlinks they were all provided and ask her if she could teleport the slime out. The first problem with this is that teleporting was rather limited. Teleporting another organic being was simply far too risky to be viable. The risk for them getting lost in the ether during the brief moment of teleportation was simply far too high to consider it a useful talent. Small inorganic items, like plates of food, were at little to no risk of separation. They weren't complex. Things that were alive were typically much more complex and thus much more likely to be lost in the journey. Once you were lost in the ether after a teleportation mishap, it was frequently impossible for any previous companions to find you once again. On top of that, slimes were disgusting and Vanessa didn't want to ruin her suit by trying to scoop one up only to have it fall out of her hands due to being a mostly liquid creature.

Thus, Vanessa replied to Toony with. "Negative, but I can do this..." Before pulling the trigger to her rifle. A sharp crack resounded from the barrel of the rifle and a .303 British round snapped downrange and shattered the baseball bat that the Warthog was holding, leaving it nothing more than a useless splintered mess. Vanessa quickly pulled the ejector handle downwards, which sent a smoking brass case flipping out of the rifle. Vanessa caught it in her teeth and she loaded another round and pulled the ejector back up, sealing the breech and rendering the gun ready to fire once again. Vanessa had the gun on target in a matter of moments. Subtle smoke wafted from the .303 British casing clutched in her molars, and Vanessa aimed lower on the Warthogs frame. She was aiming towards the kneecaps to incapacitate him should the Warthog begin to move. It wasn't a non-lethal shot, as many people falsely believed. A shot to the leg was just as dangerous due to the presence of several large veins that would eagerly make a large mess. But, it was much more survivable than a shot to the head or a shot to the chest as long as prompt and proper medical attention was given. Thus, Vanessa aimed for his knees.

With nothing more to do now, Vanessa waited to see who would make the next move.
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"So that's how it is, huh? No 'good morning', no 'how's your mother', just straight to the insults and threa-"

The Brain was interrupted by the sound of a wooden bat exploding into a cloud of splinters and did what most normal people would do in such a situation; he flinched, ducked, and covered his precious face. In his defense, however, this was Henchman Training 101 and a good daily skincare routine gave him a face to die for, or indeed, kill for. The threat of roving gangs of unscrupulous cosmetic surgoens in some neighbourhoods was very real indeed.

Boss Hog, on the other hand, didn't move or flinch, and for his troubles, received quite a lot of damage to his suit and a few bloody scratches from the slpintering wood. He did not look like a model of civility and happiness prior to losing his bat, and whatever self-control that was holding him back from simply lashing out with his hands was beginning to fray. There were signs, subtle ones, that something was going to snap within Boss Hog at any moment - his jaw squared, his muscles tensing, his eyes narrowing. Maracun, still firmly in Toony's grip, knew the signs, and began to squirm about a little, trying to free himself to no avail.

"-threats, I was gonna say threats. You want this slimy fella? What's he to you lot? The Capatians own half the streets and throw the parties to prove it, the Heron's haven't got jack, you're picking the wrong bleeding fight here. Heron isn't worth it."

As far as appeals to reason and veiled threats went, it wasn't absolutely terrible, but it certainly lost a lot of it's impact as The Brain was still cowering slightly. Given the choice between trying to look imposing and not catching a bullet or a laser beam (or a dozen laser beams) to the face, he knew hat he wanted, and that was to be able to spend an hour looking in the mirror after all this was over to check for any errant splinters.



"Deploying towed array sonar!"

A little hatch on the back of the cleaner bot flipped open, and a long coil of rope explosively launched out from it. The rope had a string of little sensors mounted along it, each in it's own little clear plastic enclosure. The force of the deployment system knocked the cleaner robot on to it's face and, after scrambling back on to it's feet, it looked up to Fiddlesticks. It was smiling, clearly happy to provide some help, even if it's action was of very little help indeed. Quite why a cleaner bot would be equipped to detect submarines was something of a mystery, but it probably had something to do with the laundry system on board the Quest for Flavour.

The bees, above the whole sorry scene, happily waved down from the safety of a tunnel that intersected the ceiling of the one Fiddlesticks and the Cleaner Bot found themselves in. A rather flimsy grating provided a place for the bees to sit and watch what happens next; one of the more enterprising bees was taking bets. The odds weren't good.

From further down the tunnel, the mechanical sound of doors opening could be heard, and the water sounded just that little bit closer. The insects wound up their party and began to arrange themselves into neat rows, awaiting their own watery doom with a certain amount of dignity and grace.
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"Yay! Go cleaner bot! You rock!" cheered Fiddlesticks. He danced a little jig, without a care in the world. The splashing of the water off his feet coupled with the feeling of wetness sobered his mood very quickly.

The small runnel of water now took up the entire floor of the tunnel. The water was still a couple of centimeters deep though. They still had time.

In those dark tunnels, sonar mapping was a godsend. Without it, Fiddlesticks and the bot would have both been hopelessly lost. No doubt he found it puzzling that a cleaner bot would have sonar mapping installed. But during their ordeal, Fiddlesticks was just thankful that it did. Questions were for times when drowning wasn't a real threat. Even Fiddlesticks knew that. A practical mindset to be sure.

A familiar buzzing was heard from the pipes in the walls and in the ceiling. Pieces of the captains body came flying out. To almost anyone else, that would be both a disgusting and disturbing prospect. When it came to the crew of the Quest for Flavour though, it certainly was not. Their captain was a sentient swarm of bees after all. Much to the relief of the hapless duo, some of the captain bees came to save the day. Much to the disappointment of Fiddlesticks in particular, there were not enough. Only six bees!?

"Hey bees! I'm so glad you're all here! Could you guys help us find a way out!? Things are going to get a lot more wet around here!" asked Fiddlesticks. Words couldn't describe how glad he was that they were there.

"Hey cleaner bot. Do you think we have enough bees to divide them up into three scouting parties?" Fiddlesticks asked the ladybug cleaner bot.
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”And I’m sure you were just the politest and most pleasant bunch when you beat up and stole Hip Kallo’s clothes.”

The mind was rather confused as to why there appeared to be a gang conflict of some kind revolving around parties on this planet and was currently ruining down the hiveminds list of negotiation tactics, which suggested additional threats/taunting. The Bees were more distressed that this was looking less like a throw a party gig and more of a security detail, which meant that they weren't going to be allowed to get drunk on mead any time soon and that was a travesty. They suffered a -20 penalty to morale as a result. They were all ready to launch into tirades about these thugs despoiling the noble art of the party with their brutish ways when the the banner of the interplanetary space friends was brought through the door by its carriers and the Mind kept talking, having decided on its course of belittling and self aggrandizement .

”see this banner, that is who we are and we don’t back down from a request for help, so you and your mates better bugger off and leave us be. We are here to help throw a party, I don’t see why you're so threatened by that? Think your Capatians can’t do better than a bunch of drifters? Go prove it rather than sticking around here playing mobster. Which your really bad at by the way.

There was a chorus of agreement from the bees as they buzzed in closer, coming through the door now that it was obvious the thugs were out gunned and as they were itching to give these no good scoundrels a good stinging for ruining the festive mood they had all been in.



One of the bees down with fiddlesticks had been in charge of holo-umbrellas and so at his mention of it getting wet the bee handed out 5 little handles to the other bees, which then projected very flimsy force fields above them to keep them safe from rain. Naturally this would completely useless against the oncoming torrent that could be heard flowing down the pipes towards them, but the pink, green and blue neon glowing umbrellas did provide a little light. So as they did whatever scouting the cleaner bot required the bees would be easily spotted through the gloom by the glowing fields they now carried.
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The Brain took a step back as the swarm of bees began muscling their way through the door, not that either of the two goons were making much of an attempt to stop them. Their robotic maid still held Maracun hostage and Boss Hog wouldn't have had much luck against a horde of bees. They were outsiders, self-avowed drifters, after all, who clearly didn't appreciate the importance of the parties in Ofromia. The Brain was the sort of person who attached considerable significance to the value of information and the value of his own skin.

"Sorry, Maracun, but we're not fighting to preserve yer honour today," the Brain finally stood up straight and, just before patting his hog-like companion on the shoulder, he paused and thought better of it, "come on, Hogger, you can be the one to tell the boss that he's got nothing to worry about."

It took a while for the suggestion to leave Maracun to the tender mercies of the crew to penetrate the thick skin, thick skull and thick brain of Hogger. A more intelligent creature would listen with their ears, which would have been considerably easier. Hogger was a very literal minded and simple creature, and had done things 'the hard way' so often that it'd become the philosophy that guided his life. Hogger snorted and walked away, accompanying the Brain, into the crowds of people that drifted through the neon streets of Ofromia.

Maracun expressed his displeasure at being left behind with a rude gesture towards the back of Hogger and Brain. Hip Kallo gurgled on the floor in front of them. The banner of the International Space Friends fluttered proudly in the breeze caused by the flow of air through the open door.



Armed with tiny little GloBrellas, the bees organised themselves into three teams, based on the colourful glow. The team with pink GloBrellas insisted that they were now to be referred to as Team A, and were made up of tough, no-nonsense bees that didn't play by the rules, but they got the job done. The blue team opted to take the rather more prestigious name of Team B, and declared that they were young, up-and-coming heroes with hearts of gold and something to prove to the world. The final team, quite clearly a little unhappy about not being Team B, explained that they would be The B Team, and that they were a team of mercenaries who were framed for a crime they didn't commit, and have since escaped to clear their name and do good deeds. None of these elaborate backstories were true, but the bees were impressionable when it came to SpaceTV, and far from the guiding hand of the Will, they were free to indulge in their elaborate fantasies and their love of dividing themselves into arbitrary groups.

The leader of each of the three teams looked expectantly towards Fiddlesticks.

"Team A reporting in. Twenty eight years on the force," the bee was putting on a gruff voice, even though it had to speak up to be heard, "and this is how they repay me? You gotta be kidding me. I'm turning in my badge and my gun after this assignment."

"Team B, here to save the day," this bee struck a pose, holding the GloBrella like a sword, "we can do it! Yeah!"

"You know what they say," the third bee wore a little eye-patch, and somebody had gone to draw stubble around his chin, which grew more smudged as he stroked it in thought, "if you've got a problem, and if nobody else can help you, and if you can find us, well, we're The B Team."
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With The Brain and Hogger leaving, Vanessa lowered her rifle from it's position on her shoulder. She gave a deep sigh and took the casing out of her teeth. Tucking the spent casing into her suit, Vanessa lowered the ejection lever on her rifle and pulled the unspent round from the chamber. Tucking it back into her suit with the empty casing, Vanessa then closed the action of her rifle, sealing it. She would need to clean it later, but the extensive process could wait for now. Tapping her communicator, Vanessa opened a channel to Toony again and spoke quickly. "He's yours. Do what you will." Vanessa then took a few moments of silence before correcting herself. "Wait, what am I thinking? Ask the captain. Disregard that."

Crossing her arms, Vanessa let her rifle rest between them and looked about the landing area. Vanessa then raised an eyebrow at a discernible lack of a certain crewmember. A second glance around confirmed her suspicions, and she opened a global communication line to everyone. "Does anybody know where Fiddlesticks went? He's not here." Should Fiddlesticks have a communicator of his own, he would hear this as well since Vanessa opened a global line to all the crewmembers. However, should he not have a communicator then he would not hear the transmission, and be left in the dark about the sudden awareness of his absence from the group. Vanessa gave a few sniffs, but could only smell the current occupants of the landing platform. Looking around again, Vanessa didn't see anywhere he might have wandered off to.

Fiddlesticks previously relentless flirting had been quite annoying, but that wasn't nearly enough for Vanessa to wish harm upon him. With nothing more to do at the moment than wait for a confirmation or denial from anyone or everyone, Vanessa waited. She hated the waiting, but knew that it was an important skill to have. Rash actions often ended badly, though sometimes they were needed in order to actually accomplish things. However, it was better to be patient first. Doing something extreme just because you couldn't wait a few moments was really rather childish, and a rational mind would allow events to unfold and responses to happen.

Hopefully they unfolded in time.
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Things escalated, but not in a way that was too aggressive from the looks of things. Sure Vanessa shooting one of them was a bit overboard, and the whole thing the bees were doing acting like some kinda superheroes was a bit weird, but the 'villains' didn't seem to get too aggressive. Heck, they ran off scared after a few grunts at the ragtag group of the Quest for Flavor, leaving their friend behind.

"Well, that happened." Toony said after the pig and brain guy ran away, leaving the slime hostage behind. Looking at mr. snake that Toony was holding, she decided to hold him in a much more efficient way than just using her arms. Acting more like a goo creature instead of a robot, Toony formed a cage around him and carried him like a backpack. At least until she could figure out what to do with the guy, maybe hand him over to the authorities or something.

"I'll carry him for awhile til we can drop him off. Carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, sodium, and iron are far too common." Toony said looking at the group. It was around this point that she echoed Vanessa "Wheres Fiddlesticks?"
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”That went well. Good job everyone.“

The immediate problem dealt with the many small arms of the Bess were put away and they began to slowly drift away from their battle formation. The specialists, seeing the coast was clear drifted in and started taking in the sight and sounds of the city. When the two other crew members expressed worry about Fiddlesticks the Mind absentmindedly informed them:

”He’s down in the sewers with the cleaner bot for... Some reason. Some of the bees are helping to get him out.“

The mind was a little distracted by the sensory overload coming from all the neon lights. The Bees were very fond of neon and the Mind was having to mentally nudge all of them to get them to start being useful again. Like having the medics try and work out how you resuscitate a slime person. In the end after wracking their brains the best they could do was to poke him to see if he would get up.

”hay. mr Kallo. wake up. Haaaay. The bad guys are gone. you can wake up now. Come oooon. Rise and shine.“

The hacker bees had started buzzing about trying to find a wifi hotspot or poorly protected router that they could use to look up any information on how to make Hip better and maybe find a bit more about the planet.

”Anyway, as for our prisoner, I guess we hand him over to whatever the equivalent of the cops is around here? Unless either of you have any other ideas or questions for him.“
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Maracun muttered darkly about how he was mostly sodium at this point, finding himself a prisoner rather than a hostage after his so-called allies decided to abandon him. He squirmed about a little to try and find a position that was both comfortable and offered him a modicum of dignity, to no avail. The only advice that the Gooning Made Easy handbook gave when it came to being captured was a list of useful lines to memorise (like "You'll never take me alive, copper!", "I won'ts tell you's nothing!" and "As per the ancient customs of my species, I would like to settle this legal deadlock with a fifty yard egg-and-spoon race") and a reminder that Crime Bosses, Super Villains and Mad Scientists rarely bother to pay ransoms for low-level thugs.

Hip Kallo gurgled, which for a creature composed almost entirely of slime, could have been either a good sign or a bad sign. Upon closer inspection from the bee medics, it looked like somebody had rudely shoved a canister into his body, and said canister was leaking an inky black liquid into him. It was like a little dark cloud stuck in place, as the slime worked to try and absorb whatever this stuff was. Amongst most slime based lifeforms (of which there are many spread throughout the galaxy, proving that the galaxy is generally quite a disgusting place when you get right down to it), it was generally considered extremely rude to put anything inside another slime without it's express, and written, permission.

The poking, alas, did not do much to improve Hip's state, but it did yield two useful bits of information - the thicker membrane that held the slime together in one green, slightly sticky piece was far thinner than a bee might expect it to be. The other useful bit of information is that the "inner" part of a Green Slime causes slight numbing, followed by dizziness and mild hallucinations when touched.

The Hacker Bees, a credit to the Hive, found what they were looking for - an unprotected wireless network, and got to work. There was a lot of information to be had on Ofromia, ranging from official notices from foreign governments regarding safety and travel to the planet to street-level citizens live-streaming all of their senses for the benefit of two viewers and some mediocre advertising revenue. There were quarterly fiscal reports for the tower owning families, news of exciting bank heists and dozens of message boards where locals trade party-hosting tips and long-winded insults anonymously. There were cat videos, dog videos, video cats, blogs by dogs and ads for catering companies that would serve cat-dog hybrids. One particularly helpful Hacker Bee brought up the ISF Planetary & Culinary Guide: Ofromia page.


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"Alright bees! Listen up!" squeaked Fiddlesticks.

"I'm going to use this sophistimocated doowakky here." Fiddlesticks picked up the cleaner bot. He presented to the bees the GUI on which there was a smiley face with its tongue sticking out.

"To track you guys through the tunnels. What you're going to do is make as much noise as you guys can. Like a circus or somethin." Fiddlesticks explained.

"The noise you guys will make will bounce off the walls. Then it will be picked up by this thingy over here." he pointed to the rope with the sensors on it.

"And finally, the sounds that have been registered and calculated will reveal more of the map of these tunnels. Those will show up here." Fiddlesticks tapped the cleaner bot screen with his right index finger.

"Got it team!? Good! No time for questions!" declared Fiddlesticks.

"Team A! You guys take the left tunnel! Team B! Take the right! Team C! Go straight ahead! If you guys find any cool trinkets and such, let us know! I love treasure hunting! I remember this one time, I was with my older brother in the woods. He was like "don't eat those berries". And I was like "up yours bro". So I ate em. I think the were pink. Maybe red? Burgundy? They say they only grow after it rains. It used to rain all the time. The rain was the rainiest rain of any rain ever. I was like whoah, and my bro was like, woah! And we were like woah! And it was like totally woah! Such much woah that the woah was...." rambled Fiddlesticks.

The bees all looked at each other with awkward expressions of their faces. They then proceeded to carry out their objectives.
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It was either the threat of drowning or the almost-inspiring speech that Fiddlesticks gave which drove the bees into action. Faced with the twin threats of a watery death and another motivational pep-talk, the bees nodded to one another and marshalled their forces, which also happened to make plenty of noise.

Team A, who were loudly arguing about proper procedure, what the 'super' will do if they fail and exactly which of their number is one day away from retirement, took the left and... found a dead end. It looked like this pipe would go on for a little way further, but had been converted into a food cache by a civilisation of tiny insects. Given the damp and entirely unsanitary conditions, the food would no doubt be labelled as "Almost Fresh!" if it were to appear on the shelves of some unscrupulous SpaceMarket. A few of the bees retched at the smell, and they buzzed their way back down to Fiddlesticks to report on their findings, all the while trying to clean themselves with their cute little hands.

"It's a mess, a real mess," the spokesbee for Team A muttered, "you can get forensics down there pronto, but they'll tell you what I'm telling you right now. If you want a nasty soup, that's the way to go. If you want outta here, left is a no-go."

Team B marched down the right hand pipe, singing motivational songs about the importance of teamwork and friendship and the benefits of recycling. Morale amongst the team was ludicrously high, save for the occasional sudden argument about exactly what Team B's theme song should be. The group were quite divided on that issue, both wanted a ridiculously up-beat pop track, but neither side could settle on exactly how awesome the 'kick-ass guitar solo bit in the middle' should be. Illuminated by the GloBrellas, they could see their pipe was of relatively new construction, having not yet given in to a lifetime of rust and grime. However, it twisted about, a lot, bending this ay and that to avoid some older construction. A couple of rats huddled together in the darkness, gnawing on a discarded pizza crust. Finally, the pipe turned upwards, and the bees poked their head out - this pipe intersected a tunnel, running left and right. Pale little rat-creatures formed a steady line of traffic, running to the left.

The Team B representative fluttered back to Fiddlesticks as fast his little bee wings could carry him, to report back and to ask for advice as to which way to go. Given the deadlock over the theoretical guitar solo in a song that will never exist, it was probably for the best that they'd seek direction from Fiddlesticks about something as important as which direction to take.

"Commander, we've got a problem, the pipe, we can either go left, or right. My vote is for left, but we need firm, decisive leadership! We're on a knife-edge in terms of morale! The Mind-Blowingly Awesome Guitar Soloists are threatening to form their own squad," the Team B representative paused to catch his breath, "and they're taking Jerry, who's got this great idea for costumes!"

The B Team, or as they were officially called, Team C, trekked forwards. It reminded them of their time in the 'urban jungle', where they were paid to help a sweet old lady walk her dog in the park. The team agreed that it was a great mission, full of exploding cars, running gun battles and a bit at the end where they all laughed and jumped up in the air to celebrate right before something else exploded. As far as funerals for sweet little old ladies went, it was a memorable one. None of this ever happened, but the bees were happy pretending that it did. Team C followed their pipe until it joined up with a large, concrete tunnel. Water dripped from a pipe in the ceiling, which could probably be climbed up by somebody man-sized, though it'd be a bit of a squeeze. A hand-rail, set into the wall of the concrete tunnel, would make it very easy to explore further along to the left or right.

Team C sent back their messenger. Somewhere between here and there, he'd found a bit of trash he could roll up and use as a cigar. It made him feel like a real mercenary, and he couldn't wait to get back to his team to show off his new accessory.

"So, I'm your official liaison for this job," the bee chewed on the fake cigar, and then spat it out, because it tasted somehow worse than something you'd expect to find washed up in a sewer, "and we've got a decision to make. Big bit of tunnel we're at here, there's the left, there's the right, and there's also a chance to get up. My money's on right, because only commies go left."


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As predicted, more of the map on the cleaner bots GUI was revealed as the sensor array received the sounds emitted by the bees. Fiddlesticks surprised himself sometimes.

He knew that the underground exploration workshops he took at space camp would pay off. Getting lost on the way to the sign-up for the elective workshops was one of his better mistakes. Though he never got to learn how to be a space fighter pilot. Those guys got all the girls.

The bee teams returned from their little expeditons. Each gave their reports like seasoned veteran scouts they were. Fiddlesticks was feeling confident about their chances.

"Good work teams! When we get out of here, honeypots on me! Or whatever it is you bees like. Do you guys like honey? I've always wondered that. You don't seem like ordinary bees, more like ahh!" shouted Fiddlesticks.

The cleaner bot rammed itself into one of his shins.

Fiddlesticks hopped on one leg whilst holding the other. Rubbing his shin bone with his hands. "What the heck cleaner bot!?" he yelled.

He could feel the water rising slowly but surely. It was up to his ankles now. Fiddlesticks had no time for incoherent and rambling stories. Nor did he had time for pointless conversations. He quickly realised what the cleaner bot was trying to do. "Thanks little buddy" Fiddlesticks said to it.

"Alright, which way should we go." said Fiddlesticks aloud.

The tunnels reminded him of a particularly difficult dungeon in his favourite video game, Last Reverie XXXV. The dungeon in that game was very misleading. The obvious and easy paths always lead to monsters and traps. In those types of rpg games, patience was paramount. The problem was that Fiddlesticks only had a finite amount of time to finish the dungeon. He couldn't get his older brother to help, like always. But he had something just as good, a talking vacuum cleaner. Fiddlesticks just hoped that video game logic worked in real life as well.

"I think we should go right." Fiddlesticks said to the cleaner bot.

"I think going straight then up would be too obvious. There'd probably be a malboro waiting for us or something. Waiting to poison us with his toxic breath." explained Fiddlesticks.

He breathed out loudly to simulate the toxic breath attack.

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