Who: AmberWhere: The Vespidae,When: A few days ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"This is the JMC Vessel Vespidae requesting permission for take-off." Amber barked into the comms unit. Th Vespidae had been radically changed since it first appeared on the 'Dwarf. Numerous JMC control had been installed, hand-shake devices and IFOF that meant the small Hymenopterran fighter craft wasn't instantly destroyed on sight by the guns lining the Blue Dwarfs hull. The cock-pit looked different than it used to, with the smooth chitin like black controls, their coloured glass-like controls contrasting sharply to the JMC issue gun metal gray panels, diodes and lights flashing intermittently when the Big Blue One made contact with the ships systems.
"Vespidae you are clear to launch. Have a nice trip to Earth." The operator said across the air waves.Amber punched the throttle and the small fighter craft flew out of the shuttle bay doors and out into the blackness of space. she chittered to the craft in Hymenopterran, ordering it on a course to Earth and engaging the auto-defence systems, arming the acid guns and the Gatling lasers in the pincers of the small craft. She engaged the autopilot and kicked back, putting her feet up on one of the consoles. She hated the Space Corps right now, she needed to be with Rufus, the poor boy would be going mad with grief down in his lab. she saw who he would be thinking, trying to make the Clone device work, trying everything in his power to do it. She sighed, she knew it was hopeless, Rufus had the brains but she knew in her heart that Tara, her mother was dead. She screwed up her face at the thought, forcing the tears that threatened to spill back down into her chest again and glared at the blackness out of the view screen. After a few hours of flying, Amber got up and paced around the soft midsection of the ship, as near as she could tell, it had been used to hold small larvae that evolved on the planet to be taken over. It was like a holding section or hatchery, it could hold half a dozen humans at quite cramped quarters. She continued further back and down a set of recently installed stairs into the room that held a bunk. Again, more JMC technology had sprung up and the place was quite odd now a strange hybrid ship that wasn't wholly Hymenopterran, but would never be JMC either. Amber sat down on the bunk and wondered if maybe the reason she was wanted on Earth was because of this ship. That they wanted to study it and find out the weaknesses of the bugs. She scowled at the thought, no Space Corps toff was going to take this ship off her.
She began to drift off to sleep and as she did she dreamt of the moment the Hymenopterran jabbed the small balck spike into her neck that changed her. Made her, one of them. Ever since then and after it had been removed she could understand them, their language. Jay had no such problems, but even without the telepathic like, she could still understand the murderous bugs. The dream flicked between her on 'The Thorax' Jay's command ship when he was possessed by the Hymenopterrans and the scenes leading up to her decent into madness and evil. She woke up in a cold sweat as the report of a gun fired in her mind and pierced Captain Alota's body.
"Damn... Bad dreams." Amber said briefly checking the clock and walked back up to the cockpit. She would be approaching Earth now, she'd been asleep for over a day, served her right really for not sleeping for the last few days. Kicking the smeg out of Vampire Babes from Mars in the AR suite for days on end would do that to you.
"his is the JMC Vessel Vespidae requesting permission for landing at New York." Amber said, contacting the Earth orbital communications.<Tag Andy>OOC - Sorry its taken so long, and is so bad, but I'm really short on time.    :'(

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