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[Queen Bee]
[Location: Deli > Ambulances > Deli]
[Status: Ecstatic.]
In her opinion, there were very few things that were as ominous as a trail of blood, so finding one leading up to the deli that'd seen better days was quite alarming. She came hovering close to the blown out entrance, her eyes narrowing behind her veil at the collection of suits, supers, and stray civilians- all of them on the floor, either looking winded from the battle that had just ceased minutes ago, or stunned by the prone body in the midst of the chaos. Queen Bee's head tilted, her eyes narrowing closer at that person, eyes flicking up from the inflamed stump of his leg to his face-[Location: Deli > Ambulances > Deli]
[Status: Ecstatic.]
Wait, was that...?
"President Taffer?!" Queen Bee's exclamation came with the buzz of her entourage of drones, the bulkier of the mechanical bugs landing near her feet, nibbling away at the shredded metal and glass. "Is he- oh, God-" The drones quickly cleared their deployer's path as she skittered further into the deli, hands at her sides and- trembling, itching for something to do. She swallowed back the worst of the bile in her throat as she neared the pale man. Her stomach fell as she stepped a few feet closer, feeling an unfamiliar shock run through her, nailing her through the spot. It was just- such an absurd sight; why was the fucking president missing a leg?
"Are you able to get him out there safely?"
Yes...yes, she could. Slowly, then quickly, alert and hands poised at the ready. "O-of course. Allow me to-" Gesturing vaguely towards the fallen president, Queen Bee turned to do the same to the drones who were having their fill of the debris littering. "Hurry over! We need to get him to the ambulances as quickly as possible!" The verbal command appeared to be enough to spur the heroine's buzzing crowd into action, briefly flying over, landing gently around the downed president.
"Careful, don't jostle him!" Queen Bee ordered, and her drones began their work; mandibles opening, a yawning gold welled up as the facial plates began to separate, oozing out and expelled into the drones' waiting pincers. Despite their appearance, the nubby appendages were deft, and fast- they were precise in their weaving of the flow of material from their cores, crawling about the president's form as they all but swaddled him in their work.
"Raise his leg, his circulation-" Pausing in their work, as if reminded by their creator, a single drone took on the task, spinning a golden mesh around the leg, lifting it as gently as a tasked machine could.
Looking to the drones that hovered in wait for their turn, Queen Bee gave an approving nod to the wrapped up body of the president. "Alright, deploy protective measures. Extreme priority, am I clear?" The drones' gave a responsive buzz before they lowered to the ground, their backs opening with golden burst that engulfed the man. Above the drone, another deployed. "Can't be too sure," she muttered, largely to herself. The man had seen a horrendous day, she couldn't imagine exposing him to any other chaos.
The drones' hefty flight system kicked in, and the golden bubble the president had been cloaked in took flight, hovering a few inches off the deli floor. Placing a hand on the primary drone, Queen Bea's hand crackled with a jolt of electricity- a brief charge, just to extend active shield time; was that going overboard? Surely not.
"I'll see him to medics!" She could've flown him to the hospital herself, but she had a good feeling that secret service would strongly disagree with that plan. Besides, she couldn't leave when the area was in disarray, that and she still had to finish that thawing building. So out the door Queen Bee went, guiding the bubble through the wrecked entrance and off towards the center of the growing relief force on the scene.
An arc of electricity crackled over the veil of her helmet, and beneath it, Bea giggled to herself. 'I can't believe I'm personally escorting the president to safety!' Came Bea's elated thoughts, her giggle slipping past her helm. 'I can't believe those were other heroes!' Was today truly her moment? Perhaps, but perhaps not; admittedly, gearing up for her entrance had ran...longer than expected, but she was finally here and now look what was happening.
Fate. It had to be fate. Dare she say it? Maybe, even destined for great-
"-hit, is that the president?"
"Huh? Oh-" The voice was unfamiliar, and even worse, alarming. Queen Bee hadn't been expecting it, nor was she paying much attention to...much for a moment there. Queen Bee gave a look around, meeting eyes with a stunned medic, gloved hands frozen at his sides. "Oh! Yes! As a matter of fact-" Bea clapped her hands, the protective bubbles fading back, exposing the president within. "It is!"
The medics did not share her enthusiasm, although they were incredible eager to take the poor man off her hands. Small victories, a win all the same. Now, where had the others gone off to? Bea couldn't help but to think back to that awfully rag-tag cast of people back in the deli. That girl, the one with the sad eyes, Bea could only wonder what had befallen her. The armored one was curious, and rather enraged by something, if those holes in the floor said anything. Ah, that reminded her.
The door was standing proper by the time Queen Bea had hovered back over, nudging the body of one of her builders out of way. "Is everyone alright?" A hum came from her veil, hand sticking out and tilting side to side. "Hmh, more like...alright considering how uniquely horrible today was?"
Thud.
Queen Bee's crown dipped as she bent her head, blinking at the fallen form of Iron Head. A muffled chuckle broke from her veil. "Well, I suppose that answers my question."
"Hey uh, any of you seen Night Watcher?"
"Ah, yes, I have!" Queen Bee chimed in, raising a finger and the accompanying stingers. "He was- hm, I'm not sure why, but he was getting what seemed to be a very refreshing head rub from that strange hero in the purple." Queen Bee raised another finger. "And pink." Hand lowering to point at Snowfall, Queen Bee's hands came together, fingers dancing over each other at the sight of the icy heroine. "And congratulations on your spectacular display with that explosive goon, friend! I was watching the whole thing, I almost froze during the flight over!"
Damn, she was getting excited. Folding her arms behind her back, Queen Bee took a breath to clear her throat. "Excuse me, I'm getting carried away- Queen Bee, it's a pleasure to meet you all." Queen Bee then pointed at the seemingly comatose Iron Head. "Is she alright?"