About two years ago…
The Beloved Queen has led The Hive to glory. She has infiltrated the food colony and gained enough control to weaken the shield. The Hive warriors have stormed forward to open a path and have shattered the shield.
This unit was tasked to carry and care for the Royal Egg. She would soon rule this new hive.
The eyes of the lithe infiltrator were unfocused while receiving a telepathic command. ‘Medical unit thirty-seven, join the assault group. Repair damaged drones as required. Terminate those who cannot be repaired.’
‘Yes, overwatch unit.’ This unit complied with its new mission. This unit must confess concern, but The Hive knows the whole situation and consequently, the best way to protect the Princess.
I was confronted by the pink poofy maned mare. Standard training dictated she be copied. For unknown reasons this unit cycled through the other target ponies at her request. This unit is theorising her Strange Earth Pony magic must be affecting our decision process.
The pink one demanded this one copy her, but, while this one’s copy was perfect, the pink one expressed contempt for this one’s abilities. This unit felt, for the first time in its memory, irritation.
The assault is complete, this unit has located the Royal Egg and has found a proper nesting site; a large stone building with a dark, cool basement. This place was much like my beloved hive.
I found some injured food. At first, I was unsure, but the whimpering of the foal made me wish to treat it like I would any injured hive mate.
The mare was brandishing a scroll like a weapon. “S-Stay away, you brute.”
“This unit assures you it does not wish to harm you. This unit is a sixth-tier medical unit. Repairing the nymph is well within this unit’s capabilities.” There was a sudden burst of emotion this unit has never felt before, and it was coming from this unit. I felt pride.
She looked at me in confusion and this unit felt that strange emotion generated by the pink one.
"I said, this unit can heal your nymph.” This unit considered the ramifications of healing food without a direct command. I quickly added, “But you must not tell anyone this unit rendered aid."
This unit hoped she'd be too hurried to help her daughter to think this over. The adult female slowly nodded and released the foal.
This unit did a simple diagnostic scan and found a simple fracture of the left hind leg. An elementary healing spell was all that was required.
Then, without warning, the world exploded and I was slammed into a wall. I felt my chitin flex and almost crack. For an indeterminate length of time, there was pressure beyond any memories. I soon fell to the ground and the world went black.
I was awoken by a loud bombastic voice, “... I asked a question, changeling. What is your designation.”
“I am Medical Unit Thirty-Seven of the Chrysalis Hive, sector two, subsector fourteen. That is my name.”
The black scared alicorn with the lunar brand seemed confused. “Did you say ‘I’, Unit Thirty-Seven?”
I blinked in confusion, “I… I suppose I did.”
She asked cautiously, “And, did you heal this foal?”
I answered plainly, “Yes. She was injured, what else could I do?”
She replied with a tone of pleasant surprise. “Verily. You bring honour to yourself.”
“I do?” I considered the recent events, “I suppose I am responsible for that.”
The flavour of her gratitude was most palatable.