**Action** "First ContANT"

**Action** “First ContANT”
Phil, MP, Seymour, Efof, Cerebrum, Kara, News reporter woman + crew
New Ibiza spaceport, Landing pads
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With Alotta up in the communications tower contacting the Blue Dwarf, the
rest of the team on the landing pad fought the bugs that hadn’t been
distracted by Jay. Now seeing danger, most of the bugs had crawled off the
constructing ships and formed a line to defend their masterpieces of
vomit-construction.
Seymour who had no weapon tried to stay behind Phil, he peeked over his
shoulder as the security chief wasted another bug.
“Ooh jolly good shot Mr. Febuggure!”
Then as Seymour looked around he saw a smaller spider bug spiffing around
his legs. Fear froze him to the spot as the creature drooled on him. He
squeezed his eyes shut and tapped Phil on the shoulder to warn him.
Unfortuately Phil was distracted, changing the ammo clip on his gun.
The bug sniffed Seymour, he was covered in insect gunk so probably smelled
like one of the insects. The ant looked up curiously. Then opened its
pincers, it screeched and reared up on its back legs, face to face with the
scared Englishman. It kicked his legs and Seymour fell to the floor, the bug
on top of him. Seymour felt something being inserted into his upper back
just below his neck.
He could feel something weird, was he dying? He faded into unconsciousness.
Seymour woke up and felt himself floating, he opened his eyes and found that
he was. The place he was in was thick, like he was swimming through a soupy
white fog. The fact he couldn’t fell anything beneath his feet really
disturbed him, but yet he could feel himself moving. Just in eyesight range
in every direction he could see webs, lots of webs, in fact the fog could be
made of the things, it was that thick and cold.
“Hello?” he shouted. His voice echoed back to him like he was in an empty
cave, he could hear the scuttling of insects nearby, and caught glimpses out
of the corner of his eyes, but when he turned they were gone.
“Jolly creepy…” he whispered to himself, his voice echoed back to him.
As the subtle wind seemed to blow him in a direction he passed through a few
light cobwebs, he brushed them aside, some getting in his hair and brushing
across his neck, making him shiver.
The sound of the insects got nearer, he could hear hundreds of workers
scuttling about, working, he imagined them walking in lines carrying
remnants of some giant picnic.
The air seemed to be getting lighter, in front was some kind of light, it
shined through the fog, making a glowing transparent ball of light. Seymour
could see something moving around, it cast shadows that leaped out at him
like dark spotlights.
Then a deep imposing voice boomed out of the cold fog towards him.
“SEYMOUR NIPLES!”
Seymour looked from left to right. “Yes?” He said quizzically, his voice
seeming like a squeak compared to the loud disembodied voice.
There was silence.
“Erm… who are you?”
“WE DO NOT NEED A NAME FOR OURSELVES! BUT YOUR HAMSTER FRIEND HAS GIVEN US A
NAME.”
“Whitewolf?” He sighed. “That’s just typical, I could have come up with a
name, but no, he’s got to go and jolly well do it hasn’t he…”
“HE CALLS US THE HYMENOPTERA.”
“Why hym-“
“SILENCE! I COME WITH A WARNING! YOU HAVE ALREADY MET WITH OUR RACE.”
“You mean on Ffion… yes well I’m terribly sorry about that, we had to kill
all those bugs because they tried to eat us, and they ate all of Efof’s
race…”
“THEY GAVE THEIR LIVES SO WE COULD LIVE, WE USED THEIR PROTEINS TO BUILD AND
BREED.”
“You could say theres a little of Ffion in all of you.” Seymour tried to
joke but it was lost on the voice.
“YOU CANNOT STOP US ALL, WE ARE ALL OVER THE GALAXY. WE SPREAD, WE MIGRATE,
WE BUILD MORE COLONIES.”
The voice paused for a second then said. “ARE YOU LISTENING?!”
“Terribly sorry, but I seem to be floating off in a different direction, its
very difficult you know, I never was a very good swimmer.” He flapped his
hands a bit and managed to face the right direction again.
The voice spoke again. YOU CANNOT STOP US- WHAT IS WRONG NOW!”
“Really terribly sorry again,” Said Seymour. “But I think I’ve got some
cobweb in my hair, its really tickling.
“THIS IS A METAPHYSICAL REPRESENTATION OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND OF THE
COLLECTIVE HYMENOPTERA HIVE, THE COBWEBS ARE ILLUSIONS. THEY DO NOT EXIST!”
“Sorry” Seymour said, hanging his head, then looked up. “So that means that
you aren’t the bug that attacked me?”
“WE ARE THE COMBINED VOICE OF ALL SPECIES OF HEMINEPTERA ON THIS PLANET, WE
USE OUR MINDS TO COMMUNICATE. IT ALLOWS US TO WORK TOGETHER AS ONE. WHEN WE
FINISH BUILDING THE SHIPS WE CAN JOIN WITH OTHER HYMENOPTERA TRIBES AND
BRING THEM HERE. WE WILL FISISH OFF THIS PLANET AND KILL YOU.”
Seymour always wondered how ants always seemed to work together so well,
knowing exactly what to do. It sounded like they were telepathic.
“I thought your voice sounded odd…”
“ODD!”
“Like you were talking with lots of mouths.”
“WE TALK WITH MANY MINDS.”
“Hmmm, that too.”
“OUR ONE MIND MEANS WE CAN WORK AS ONE AND ACHIEVE OUR TRUE GOAL QUICKLY,
THE TIME IS NEAR!”
“And what goal would that be? Dare I ask?”
“THE GALAXY WILL BE OURS, WE WILL CONQUER EVERY SPECIES, IF YOU ARE LUCKY WE
WILL KEEP YOUR RACE AND PLANET ALIVE TO FARM YOUR SPECIES FOR FOOD AND
RESOURCES!”
“Umm, well I think I’ve outstayed my welcome. I’d better be going…” Seymour
tried to swim away from the glowing voice.
“EVEN IF YOU KILL OUR BUGS HERE WE HAVE MORE EVERYWHERE, WE WILL FIND YOUR
PLANET AND SUCK OUT ALL ITS RESOURCES!”
“You’ll never find Earth! And we’ll protect it with our lives!”
“SO ITS CALLED EARTH?!”
“Oh bugger, no its erm…. Its hardly got any resources, no, it’s a horrible
place. It’s a dessert world, nothing to see there, no proteins at all to
suck out of the ground… plus we’ve got huge strips of flypaper and massive
industrial sized heat lamps…”
In the distant sounds of scuttling bugs, he could hear one of the bugs
scream in pain. There was a flash and Seymour felt like he stopped floating
and hit the ground. Just to see the bug which was holding his head explode.
He was back in the real world.
The team crowded around him.
“Are you alright?” Asked Whitewolf.
“I’m erm…fine.” He said rubbing the back of his neck. The would ws clean and
didn’t seem to be bleeding too much. The insect much have injected something
right into his spinal nerves. “But I just spoke to the hive mind of the
Hymenoptera …..” he turned to Whitewolf. “Why did you call them the
Hymenoptera?”
Whitewolf was stunned. “I never called them that, I was just thinking to
myself that they’re like Hymenoptera, the largest insect order including
ants, bees and wasps. Species that live in a hierarchical structure.”
“Of course, I knew that… I thought you meant Hymenopteri with an ‘i’.”
Just then, the ground started to vibrate. The first Hymenoptera ship started
to glow. Insects working on it jumped off, and a few climbed through a hatch
in the roof. With the screech of an organic engine it slowly lifted off the
ground.
Seymour quickly got to his feet and looked around for a pilot, he saw Kara.
“Kara quickly, I parked the Space Eagle in the underground hanger over
there. Just press the big red button over on that side of the landing bay
and it’ll bring it up on a lift. Its in parking space….B-12.” He threw the
keys to her. “Fly after that ship and make sure it doesn’t get away.”
<Kara?>
David "Onion" Ball
Captain Seymour Niples, JMC Blue Dwarf
WWW.BlueDwarf.co.uk
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Londo: "Stop eating that, you don't even know what it is."
G'Kar: "Its called 'rice'."
Londo: "Yes, and if it were that good do you think they'd be throwing it at
each other?"
(Babylon 5)
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