Always love a factory for drones

Just need to calibrate the hypnogear and we're good to go

Story Start - Part Three
(Continued from Part 2)

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With the trio of Mares finally fully suited, and inspected to ensure uniformity, it was time for their final piece of their uniform. The helmet. The one thing that ensured that very little was left of their identity. Thanks to their collars, the suits that Nightlight, Star Eyes, and Sunday Cream wore were skin tight, almost becoming their skin with how tight the suits were. Perfectly adjusted to each mare.

Almost ritualistically, a trio of other Sombra Drones approached. Each carrying a helmet made to measure for each Mare's head. With Sunday's even having a hole for her horn to slip through. Taking the Helmets from their fellow drones, the Trio of freshly droned mares held their helmets against their chest. Letting their minds fill with the one command that the visors keep repeating into their empty heads.

OBEY

OBEY

OBEY

Obey, that's all that filled their heads. And in unison, the Mares each held the helmet that would seal their identity away above their heads. Slowly, they lowered the helmets, matching each command of OBEY. Their hearts matching the beat. The one command becoming the beat which their new lived formed around.

And then the helmet was on fully. A chin strap came down and locked the helmets on. Ensuring it would not be removed easily. Their visors, which remained on the entire time, fit perfectly into the space made for it. The mares would always have the blissful spiral to stare into, al while it moved their bodies around like puppets.

From Fighters to mere Sombra Drones. Obedient and Mindless.

Just like a Good Drone should be.