"Maybe I'm just not cut out for this..."

Sailor Vespa wasn't sure how he had gotten there, or even where there was, now that he thought about it. The Corrupted Senshi of Wasps kept changing his patrol route, like a worker bee or wasp who's queen had simply told him to go 'wherever', and given the lack of guidance that he felt at the moment, could there not have been a better comparison? Somehow or other, he ended up on the roof of the Crystal Academy, a dangerous place for him considering the place was a girl's only school and when it came to members of the opposite gender, he failed harder in that aspect that he did for the Negaverse.

He considered the word and gave a heartfelt sigh. How fitting of a word was that for him? He was a failure to the Negaverse, and never was it more obvious than in his recent missions. He suspected that he wouldn't do that well from the very beginning, though he wasn't quite sure what clued him in on this besides the fact that the Guardian cat that found him was... well, a little on the crazy side. Maybe not a little. Maybe a whole lot, and the fact that she saw potential in Scott Erlea was a clear sign that she was missing something in that head of hers. Because Vespa felt like a failure.

No matter how hard he tried, he felt inadequate and useless to the Negaverse. His energy draining missions always ended up with him either failing miserably on his own account or were interrupted by the enemy, and then there was the matter of dealing with the enemy that brought his failure level to a completely different extreme. Not only did he usually always end up fleeing a fight with his metaphorical tail between his legs, but he was finding that his drive to fight them was being slowly stripped away from him with each encounter. Not just because of the overwhelming thought of being beaten by them (which was always a possibility), but because a few of them seemed different. Nothing at all like he was told by his Negaverse superiors.

Avior, Thraen... the Senshi he encountered during that attack at the convention.

They didn't seem like bloodthirsty monsters at all. They claimed only to want to protect the civilians that they were trying to protect, and yet, from where Vespa stood, he never once saw any of them strike out or target a civilian. They were not gathering energy, or being ordered to collect starseeds. But he was. It made no sense to Vespa, but he had to have faith in his superiors, in Queen Metallia, that what he was doing was the right thing. After all, he was nothing more than a grunt, a soldier, a wasp that was ordered not to pollinate, but to collect as much energy and starseeds as he could. Thraen had tried to convince him that he could do more than this, but he was mistaken.

Bees pollinated and spread life to gardens. Wasps... were parasites, and only good for spreading pain and chaos wherever they went. He looked down at the young girl that made her way from the school grounds, likely just finished with an after school project or study session, and the Senshi of Wasps, as reluctant and prone to failure he was, would simply have to do his duty to the Negaverse. It did not matter that he didn't like this, or if he did not agree, simply that he did as he was told. Turn off his mind and allow his instincts to take over.

"You there! Hand over your energy, for the Negaverse!"

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