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Summary - This piece consists of two drabbles, the first of which was inspired by the search for '101 ways to kill a Borg', launched by JC1. The second piece was written to redress the balance somewhat...after all it takes two to tango! For those people unsure of the definition of a drabble, its a story in exactly 100 words...no more, no less.

Rating - General

Part One: Breaking the Chain

Momac 2001

Only 4 figures remained, ranged in a semi-circle around the woman in black.
No one moved, no one breathed.
A trickle of sweat ran down the tattooed forehead of the man standing at the
extreme right.
The time had come.
'Tom?'
The woman's voice rang out, commanding them to answer.
'Seven'
'Doctor?'
'Chakotay'
'Seven?'
'Tom'
'Chakotay?'
The man hesitated for only a moment, his eyes never leaving the woman
standing before him
'Seven.'
Kathryn slowly turned, her eyes seeking out those of her protégé
'Seven, with 2 votes, you ARE the weakest link. Goodbye.'
With that she took aim and fired.

The end

Part Two: Variations on a theme

Momac 2001

Only 3 figures remained, ranged in a semi-circle around the man in black.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
The man spoke.
'Captain?'
'Seven.'
'Seven?'
'The Captain.'
'Chakotay?'
The tattooed man blanched, then stuttered.
'The Captain.'
His spirit guide handed in her resignation in disgust.
The Doctor sighed softly then turned his sympathetic gaze on his commanding
officer.
'Captain, with 2 votes you ARE the weakest link. Goodbye.'
With that he turned and took aim, a slow smile spreading across his features
as the tattooed man clutched the space recently vacated by his genitals and
fell screaming to the floor.

The end.