On His Last legs

Drone 1864 was patrolling the streets of Canterlot as he was told, he didn't really know what was going on, all he knew was that he was pulled from his normal job to have a part of a invasion.

He didn't care, he was just happy to help his hive.

Before all this, drone 1864 was a normal worker drone, a energetic one at that, he was dedicated to his queen and aspired to help. Only problem was, he was easily distracted, but he helped as much as he could.

Drone 1864 was a social butterfly, as they say.

He loved attention and was often pulled from his job to entertain others, sometimes even the queen!

But at the moment he was helping as he could to secure an important area.

He looked around, a little confused about their situation.

All he was told was that they were going to get "what we rightly deserve", nevertheless he followed his orders.

He looked at his colleague, wanting to pass the time, "hey, whats black and white and red all over?" he asked

His partner sighed "a newspaper, you said that one yesterday."

They continued in their path, albeit more awkward. "What do you think we are doing in the pony capital?" asks 1864.

"Probably collecting food, cause, ya know, we have almost none at the moment." he said flatly

Wanting to have a nice conversation with his partner, he trys another topic. "Whats your favorite emotion to eat?". His partner thinks for a second before saying "lust is easy to get and pretty 'filling', if you know what I am saying." 1864 laughs at a joke he should have seen a mile away "he he, i prefer joy, especially when it comes from one of my jokes." he says."i wish i could test my jokes on real pony's, but that's a job for infiltrators, not a work drone." he sighs.

After a couple of hours of walking, they get a message from the hive-mind that says that they almost have won, after a couple more minutes of walking, a blast of magic sends drone 1864 flying into a random direction out of town.

1864 awakes with a start, he bolts upright and frantically looks around. 'Where am I? What happened? Where is my partner?' he thinks as he observes his surroundings. As the memories from yesterday return, he begins to calm down. He notices that he is in a forest with plenty of leaves and trees, he recognizes that he is not in the Everfree or Whitetale woods. As he checks his body for harm, he notices a crucial flaw.

The hive-mind is silent...

He goes into panic mode and begins thinking the worse as he crawls into a ball and hopes for the best.

'What if I am the last one? What if the queen was captured, or maybe even killed?!?' 'no, thats not probable, i probably got disconnected from the blast....' he trails that thought off for a minute, before yelling " I HAVE BEEN DISCONNECTED?!?" he goes back to panicking "oh nononono, if I am disconnected that means I am alone, and if i return i will be considered a enemy of the hive!" he tests his connection and sighs in relief when its still there. "OK, the strength is weak, but at least I am still connected, i just am too far away to hear my hive-mates."

He realizes that if the strength is weak, that means he is really far from home or is being magically halted, he doesn't know which is worse.

He takes stock of his situation, he has no food and little emotion energy, so he needs to find a town to feed. only issue is, drone 1864 has absolutely ZERO knowledge of the outside world. The extent of his knowledge is that the infiltrators go here and pony's live outside as well, to supply love for the infiltrators. Being the not-very-bright drone he is, he goes by protocol, which he barely even remembers.

"hmm, step 1, locate yourself on a map or find a landmark." He spots smoke in the distance, 'smoke, usually leads to a town of sorts, which means a landmark!'

He follows the smoke till he reaches the forest edge, and spots a town. 'maybe they have a map here, then i can find my way home' he sees a sign above a gate that says "little Hoofington" 'little Hoofington?' he thinks, but cannot remember the towns location. 'well i need energy, so..... to town i go...?'

As he walks into town, he completely forgot about the "disguise" portion of the protocol for gathering energy.

All the pony's stare at him as he strides into town, completely oblivious to the stares.

Suddenly a mare holding a foal screams "CHANGELING, EVERYPONY RUN!" All of the pony's get into a crowd trying to run away.

Drone 1864, watches with amusement, until he realizes he is supposed to disguise, 'too late now' he thinks.

The pony's smarten up, and gather in a mob, with pitchforks and torches. 1864 wonders how they even had them, or why they had them on their person at the moment, but shrugs it off and approaches them.

"Hello, I am Drone 1864, can you please point me in the direction of the Badlands?"

The pony's all stare in awe at his politeness and chipperness, until an older stallion, yells "why should we help you? for all we know your gonna suck us dry of our love!"

The crowd agrees in murmurs and whispers, but Drone 1864 is confused, he reply's "why would i do that? all i wanna do is go home, so can you help me?"

The pony's begin to get upset "we are not helping no filthy bug" "you are gonna try ta fool us, we wont fall for your tricks!" "you better hope that your queen can help you, because we hate BUGS!" in unison, the crowd shouts "GET OUT OF OUR TOWN, CHEESE LEGS"

The crowd gets angry and charges him, they all are terrible at combat, but 1864 is no warrior, either.

The pony's manage to get a lucky hit with a pitchfork, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"squish that bug!" "kill that love sucker" "quit messin with em, and Hurt the cheese legs already!" The crowd is shouting in unison.

Dazed and confused, Drone 1864 makes a break for freedom, and manages to escape with a teleport, but at the cost of some of his energy.

He limps into an alley and hides under a box, checking himself and his one bit of gear, a knife made from his hardened mucus, all changelings,no matter what, are taught how to make basic tools with their mucus and other natural ingredients.

relief he still had his one item, he hides it under a wing and rests under a box, slowly falling asleep.