While on a reconnaissance mission of a freshly terraformed planet, my team of explorers found a colony of artificially intelligent bee-drones. Contact at first was hostile but interplanetary negotiating tactics worked and we were able to infiltrate the hive with minimal casualties on both sides. Our Assaultrons were flawless in executing military supremacy quickly and efficiently, ending combat procedures and subsequently inducing a total surrender of the enemy. Civilian casualties were two contractors, families were sent customary condolences and a voucher for burial payment.
We've begun transporting the honey cores to cargo ships 3 and 4 and all data has been scanned and logged. We interviewed and absorbed 402 slave-specimens, injured are in medical bay 1, specimens will arrive in cargo ship 8 approximately 1500 hrs.
Request Team of combat engineers, a volcano-like structure needs to be flat-lined for an alternate runway. Additional request, beans, bullets, and band-aids. We have injured techs and guide drones that need repairs, cosmetic damage to my glasses, so you'd be a peach to get me another pair of my BCG's, birth control glasses as the soldiers like to refer to them as.
Lastly, if I may be frank in my report, this is a dead planet with little to no more salvageable cores, unknown number of hostiles, the search continues for a Queen whether it be this unsettling planet or the next. My cautionary opinion is that we should pack up and exfil, there is no Queen here.
SPC Emily R. Station 2, log entry number 4, 18th of May, 23, end transmission.
