Polished black tiles with a sheen of scarlet, sprawled out in a foggy abyss.

*Click* *Clack*

Somewhere, shadowed by the dense fog, the echo of something walking on said tiles could be heard.

*Click* *Clack*

The tapping of heels encroached slowly, yet steadily. Out of the fog, two pinpricks of glowing red accompanied a bottom-heavy hourglass silhouette.

*Click* *Clack*

As the figure slowly drew ever nearer, her silhouette finally resolved to reveal her form. Her feline styled eyeliner was muted by the brilliance of her glowing red irises. Glossy scarlet adorned her luscious plump lips leading to her greek nose. Her oval face was framed by neck-length curls in the similar color to the tiles beneath her tread. On her neck laid a black choker adorned with a ruby the size of a half-dollar in the shape of a heart. While her shoulders were covered by a black capette with red lining, there was only bare Tawny flesh all the way down to delicate hands concealed by equally delicate red gloves; in one hand a microphone attached to a cane. Her red and black burlesque corset barely held together under the strain provided from her ample curvaceous body. The black and red striped lace miniskirt attached barely covered her shapely posterior and revealed much of her Thicc thighs. Fishnet covered shapely legs; ending in a pair of satin-black laced knee high boots. To top off her appearance, a tiny black top hat with scarlet trim sat canted on her head. She really liked the theme of Black and red, it's almost like she wanted to contrast a certain White and blue vampire...

She stopped, legs situated a foot apart.

In but a moment, she struck a pose.

Free hand sporting a "V" with index and middle, in front of her open eye, the other closed. Her body weight now rested on a single leg and the now firmly planted cane. Her other leg folded up to the thigh.

Raising the microphone-cane in front of her sensual smile, she leaned on the empty space as if there was a counter.

-~Omnis boni post meridiem!~- She announced to the abyss with a smile that revealed two distinct fangs amongst her pearly whites, an arc of electric red traversed the "V" that she formed with her fingers as if it were a Jacob's ladder.

-~Or for those of you who don't use Gluggle translate, Good afternoon, everyone! Did you enjoy the intermission? Y'know used the facilities, grabbed a refill, and called your mom? You did call your mom right? She does worry about you! Well if not, then get to it soldier! For those of you who are being good lil kittens, allow me to OFFICIALLY! Announce myself.~-

-~*Ahem* Ladies and gentlemen! It is I! The ONE! The ONLY! KEEEEEEEEENDRA!~-

Loud stock cheering could be heard in the empty abyss at her declaration.

-~I also go by The Narrator but that is inconsequential. Now, the reason why I have interrupted the broadcasting of our series is to give a shout out to the outstanding performers of the previous broadcasting! INTRODUCING! Mr. Marksman and Lady Lone Survivor!~-

More stock cheering could be heard as a man dressed in baggy clothing and sports gear suddenly poofed into existence along with a diminutive Bee-girl with runny mascara.

"I never asked for this." The Marksman intoned in his gruffness.

"They're all dead! uuuhuw" The bee cried out then fell to her tiny bee's knees sobbing.

Kendra Blanched at the reaction from her two special guests, but quickly centered herself and put on her Showman smile.

-~Now as you all may know the budget for this shit is rather limited, mainly due to the music licenses, but fortunately these two Wonderful performers have Volunteered to help fill the cast going on!~- with Kendra's statements her eyes punctured the two guests into submission.

-~Especially Mr. Marksman who has offered his services as part of the goons' squad as recompense for his foul language!~-

"hey what the fucking hell!? Your guys' language ain't exactly clean either! Why the fuck am i being singled out!?"

The marksman shook his arm while pointing at Kendra

-~Well that is because you decide to call someone a 'C'-word! And not just anyone, but a cute and innocent girl no less!~-

"Wh-WHAT?! Innocent?! My ass! those fucking Cu-!" The Marksman's final word was cut off as someone disconnected his mic leaving him ranting into the abyss.

The ever present sobbing was also cut...

-~*Ahem*... Well that went beautifully! With that out of the way, we shall now resume this broadcast and start the recording of 'Home on the Range'! Enjoy!

***

Violet, Harper, and Savannah were already groping at the two-wheeled gun carriage and its accompanying mounted weapon.

"Okay. Imma get sum drones ta hawl ya gun out for yas. Jes wait out in da lobby an make shore ya get da papahwerk filled out correctly. If it ain't?.. Well if Dolly can't get yous, I will."

With great reluctance, the three backed off away from the fine piece of precision bee engineering and answered with a somber "Yes ma'am".

What followed was a fantastically fun filled adventure of any bureaucratic institution. Half an hour spent filling out Supply request forms in triplicate, trying to parse legalese that required a magnifying glass, or for the lovely foot tall beelings, squinting. Each form then had to be given to the desk of Logistics, the armory, and the administration. The four then had to wait an hour as the files were processed. Which entailed copying each form to be kept in the temporary hold files, given to the runners, runners given to the secretary of the head of all three divisions, a runner sent out from said division heads to the other division heads to confirm that they all received the request forms and that they agree to authenticating and approving of the request of the equipment. Thus with signature of all three heads the forms are taken back to the copiers to make sure there is a backup in case of accident or a file request form is filled out. The file destination of the forms is the on-duty, Maybelle, who after reading the signed documents drenched them in her spit and stuck them to an impact crater in the side of the once-upon-a-time gun range where it would slowly dry and harden to the levels of strength as the nearby concrete.

Let it never be said that The Beelings aren't eco-friendly.