[color=8E2EF9][b]”That went well. Good job everyone.“[/b][/color]

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:

[color=8E2EF9][b]”He’s down in the sewers with the cleaner bot for... Some reason. Some of the bees are helping to get him out.“[/b][/color]

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.

[color=F7DC6F]”hay. mr Kallo. wake up. Haaaay. The bad guys are gone. you can wake up now. Come oooon. Rise and shine.“[/color]

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.

[color=8E2EF9][b]”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.“[/b][/color]