The sound of hundreds of tiny hands hitting hundreds of faces was heard throughout the ship at fiddlesticks’ question.

"[color=6ecff6]Anything else we can help you with today, Quest for Flavour?[/color]"

[color=8E2EF9][b]”That will be all operator”[/b][/color] 

[color=F7DC6F]"No, that will be all. Thank you for your assistance. Have a nice day."[/color]  

The bee hung up and promptly collapsed from the effort of working alone, she was carried off by bees in nurses outfits to be allowed to get some well deserved sleep while under medical observation. So far nothing bad had happened to the bee after the prior calls apart from exhaustion, but it was better to be safe than to be sorry.

[color=6ecff6]"So, we just party?"[/color] 

[color=8E2EF9][b]”No, we are here to make a party, you can get drunk afterwards at said party. First we shall be meeting this ‘cat’ of Zane Heron. Get your stuff together and meet me outside”[/b][/color] 

The purple glow faded and some of the captain bees buzzed off down to join their fellows down in the bowels of the ship.

There was much hustle and bustle as the landing party was assembled, eventually culminating in something between a school outing and a military expedition coming down the boarding ramp. Of note was the small team of bees carrying a large banner above the group with ‘Interplanetary Space Friends Brought to you by Henderson’s Ribs’ written on it in a rainbow of colors and a small group of 4 captain bees were at the center of the group. The rest consisted of any specialists they thought they might need, a few gaurds and a large amount of general worker bees who where there to do grunt work.

The 100 bees started by seeing if they could find the associate of Zane Heron, hovering up in the air around the ship to take in their surroundings.