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After defeating the drone, Samus picked it up.

Samus: computer prepar an analysis in the station's sickbay. I've noticed some oddities in my body that go beyond the information you gave me about the Bee Girl augmentation.

Ai: Copy, Samus.

Samus: Also, now that I've confirmed the hostile presence on board, I want to use the station's lockdown code. No one is leaving. Federal quarantine code JKELDTJH.

Ai: Code received. No starship, shuttle, or escape pod may leave the station until the protocol is lifted by you or a federal authority.

Samus figures the individual responsible for this mess is now shitting himself. It's only a matter of time before he figures out how a queen handles...

Samus paused for a second. These weren't her usual thoughts. She decided the medical analysis needed to be done quickly before Bee Girl's enhancement could change her thinking forever.

It didn't take long to reach the medical wing of the research station. I placed the drone on a bed and then returned to the computer.

Samus: Computer, analyze me and the drone, gather all the information related to the changes from how I was before Bee Girl's enhancement.

Ai: Certainly.

Two robotic arms emerged from the wall and began scanning both Samus and the drone on the bed with a blue beam for a few minutes.

Ai: Interesting, five unexpected anomalies were revealed in the simulation of Bee Girl's enhancement.

Samus: Five? What did they do?

Ai: One: The egg-laying apparatus has achieved human-like characteristics beyond expectations. Contact with objects at the entrance to the ovarian urethra can trigger a nervous reaction that activates the secretion of pleasure hormones. The drone exhibits a similar version of the same problem.

Samus: Yes... I think I've experienced it.

A: 2 The drone emits a hostile pheromone, typical of female bees, which triggers an aggressive and dominant hormonal response in you, Samus. As long as you're in the presence of this drone or other potentially hostile drones, your train of thought may be disrupted.

Samus: That explains why I was thinking of suffocating the drone with my breasts until it dies... the computer won't record the last contact.

A: Request accepted, 3 Change in taste and smell detected, high probability of an increase in sweet tastes, particularly honey, which is also active in the drone.

Samus: Okay, that's something I can live with.

Ia: 4th mammary gland mutation. Human milk-producing traits have unexpectedly combined with honey-producing traits of bee. The organ is currently maturing. It's estimated that in about 6-12 hours, they'll begin producing a pseudo-hybrid honey milk. Beware of a potential collision with the third anomaly. The taste of this food could be very tempting to a Bee Girl, and apparently the drone is also developing a lower-quality version.

Samus: .... honey milk? Really?

Ia: I confirm, fifth anomaly. It appears that in the collision you had with the drone, poison was expelled from the boxer and came into contact with the developing egg. This could pose a problem for the next drone.

Samus: That... I think we'll resolve once the egg is laid. Is there anything else?

Ia: No other anomalies have been detected so far, Samus. I recommend repeating the test in a few days to be safe. Do you need anything else?

Samus: Yes, I need the drone to wake up. Let's start a stimulant.

Ai: This action is not recommended. The drone has shown hostility towards you.

Samus: I've already defeated it once. Worst case scenario, I'll screw it... I'll knock it out again.

Ai: Stimulant injection in progress.

Another robotic arm emerges from the wall, injecting a **** into the drone's arm. It began to thrash. I placed a hand on its head and opened my eyes.

Drone: Where...?

Samus: Good, you can talk.

Drone: You! I should have... Why didn't I beat you? I was created to beat you!

Samus: You're like my low-quality clone with zero real-world experience. I could have beaten you even if I had nine other people with you.

Samus was bluffing a bit. The drone was strong, without armor; defeating three of them would have been difficult.

Drone: I... will defeat you!

Samus: You won't, answer the queen's questions...

Drone: You... don't have to become queen, Bryyon said I would take your place.

Samus: So the mysterious administrator is a certain Bryyon, tell me where he's hiding.

Drone: Why should I tell you, you ugly?

Samus: ...wait, is that the worst insult you've ever heard? That you're a... no, better not think about it. They probably didn't instill any intelligent insults in you.

Drone: You... you're not smart!

The drone smiled arrogantly, as if he'd invented the best insult of all time.

Samus: So you're stupid, maybe as stupid as this Bryyonian. Be a good drone, and maybe I'll teach you some appropriate insults so you don't look like an idiot next time.

Drone: You... would you let me live?

Samus: I'm not in the habit of killing innocents, apparently not even chicken heads manipulated by idiots, so please speak up before your hostile pheromones get too much into my head and I have to knock you out again.

The drone's face turned red.

Samus: I didn't mean... in the same way, come on, speak up.

Drone: He's hiding in the development wing, room R261. That's where the equipment he used to develop me was located.

Samus: Good girl.

Samus patted him on the head, feeling the tension dissipate. Perhaps the drone, having given up, had stopped emitting pheromones?

However, she had to finally resolve the matter with Administrator Bear.