Dazed and confused Aira lifted his head and looked around. He still wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. He’d been talking with Furtivo and Jalas about whether or not to abandon the mission entirely when the ship had come alive.

Rhaiza had noticed it, the creeping smile across the bow. The cheerful way its smokestacks started to bob and move and sway from side to side. The toon cascade had spread to engulf the physical structure of the ship. Whilst they were processing this the whole thing had come alive, surging forward to swallow their ship whole! Mouth open wide the Omnia’s grin had widened and then the bees had swarmed the ship!

At least a hundred of them had dragged Aira and his crew off the ship and stuffed them inside these prison cells. Now they were pumping in glittery yellow pollen that was starting to change him! Against his will the toonism was claiming him, changing him, soon he’d be a bee like everyone else.... This mission was a disaster!