Before the ship was locked a final ‘person’ joined the party, a trench coat hovering slightly above the ground with a  balloon, which had a smiley face drawn on it, sticking out where ahead might be, two little sticks poking out the bottom that were clearly not supporting the rest of the construction and two grabber sticks coming out of the sleeves. This oddity lurched oddly down the ramp, the legs ineffectual trying to imitate walking, before it stopped in front of Elarin. If you where to listen closely the sound of several voices engaged in a brief argument along with the sound of someone typing could be heard from the chest of the balloon head man. Right afterwards the unmistakable sound of microsoft sam speaking for the contraption could be heard  coming from just below the balloon.

[color=#7b8799][b]”Hello fellow solo, what a wonderful day it is to be an individual. I am looking forward to this party we ar going to. Oh yes indeed. As a pilot you will make an excellent wingman. Come, we go forwards as two completely independent individuals ”[/b][/color]

The balloon man then staggered off drunkenly after the rest of the swarm.

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Some of the bees had arrived at the door and, placing their ear and antenna to the door overheard the situation on the other side. It appears the suspicions may have been correct, these scoundrels had intercepted Hip Kallo and stolen his clothes and identity (poorly)

[color=8E2EF9][b]”good work you two. Toony keep ahold of our friend there as he does the knock. Vanessa as soon as the door opens pop behind the two scoundrels that are waiting on the other side with the actual greeter, while we take the front”[/b][/color]

The bees collected around the door, the soldiers drawing their rifles and the red shirt bees drawing their small stinger swords and laser pistols. The whole armed swarm buzzed in a hemisphere around the door as the civilian specialists buzzed round out of the way, hugging the side of the dome. The only ones not doing this where the those in little black hats, hawaiian shirts, nintendo power gloves and oddly shaped glasses who were ineffectual bashing random combinations into the keypad while spewing the kind of technobabble and cliché remarks you find in 90 hacker movies. Unsurprisingly they were not getting much done, but they were providing a nice synthwave backing track as they did their hacking montage, so the Mind let them continue.