USS
FARROGET, TYPHON SECTOR
MAY 10, 2376
The Farroget
was running sensor scans of the Typhon sector, where two ships had disappeared
in two days. Recently the
Federation was at peace, the Borg hadn't been heard from since their last
invasion, the Romulans had been quiet of late, and the Cardassians and their
Dominion allies had their own problems with the Maquis.
The
Ensign voice came from behind, "Captain, we have one Borg cube on course 034
mark 11."
"Raise
shields! Red alert! All hands to battle stations!" Instantly
the Captain saw what his crew was looking at, behind that one Borg cube, were at
least twenty Borg ships approaching.
"Distress
signal, Priority one! Priority
one!" called the Captain.
It
was too late, the Captain watched as his ship was torn apart around him, and
then as the bridge erupted into flames. But
in that last instant a hand reached across a console and touched a button
labeled: send. In that second the
two-word distress signal was sent, simply stating: The Borg.....................
PRESIDENT'S OFFICE, EARTH
MAY 10, 2376
The
secretary came in and said, "Starfleet Command here to see you, Sir."
"Send
them in."
Three
Admirals came in and sat down, one spoke, "Mr. President, I've just got a
disturbing report from the Typhon sector. As
you know two ships have disappeared in that sector in two days, we now have a
third to add to that list."
"The
Farroget?" the President asked.
The
Admiral nodded his head, "I'm afraid so. She was sent to discover why the two other ships had disappeared. Then yesterday at 1532 hours, a priority one distress signal was
received. It was cut of in
mid-sentence, but two words are distinguishable. It states 'The Borg.'"
KLINGON
HIGH COUNSEL, Qo'noS
MAY 10, 2376
Mar'tok sat
in his chair, the chair given to him by Gow'ron, the old leader of the High
Counsel. He really had nothing to
do, the Empire would hold together for now. He wished he had someone or something to fight; however, he got his wish
sooner than he would have liked.
The
guard came in suddenly and said, "Transmission from the President for you ,
Sir."
"Thank
you, I'll take it in my office." he
replied.
He
walked swiftly into his office, and as he sat down, he punched his command code
into the console on his desk.
The
President's face came to him in a mere second, the voice came to him also,
"Mar'tok, we have a problem. Three
ships have now disappeared in the Typhon sector in the last two days. About one hour ago the Farroget sent a priority one distress signal,
simply saying, the Borg."
The
Borg, Mar'tok needed no more explanation than that. The gravest, most lethal enemy this galaxy had to offer, were on their
way. To assimilate every known
being. He knew what the President
was going to ask of him next.
"First
of all, I need you to send a fleet to meet with ours at Theal IV, on the edge of
the Typhon sector. Then I want you
to contact your allies in the Romulan Senate, we need their help as well."
"What
if they don't want to help us?" asked
Mar'tok.
"Then
tell them that after the Borg get done with the Federation, they'll go on to
the next race, and the next race, and the next race after that. They will not stop until every culture in this quadrant is destroyed or
assimilated."
"I
will. Mr. President, Good Luck."
"To
all of us." the President
replied.
SENATE MEETING, ROMULUS
MAY 10, 2376
Valdus
sat and listened to the cries of his people. They complained about everything. Now
they were complaining that the entire fleet needed to be refitted. According to them, the fleet had suffered great loses recently. Which of course was right, it had suffered extreme loses by the Dominion
and Federation, but there simply wasn't enough money in the budget. They had been having many small conflicts recently with the Federation. A few years back, the Obsidian Order and a Romulan fleet attempted a
daring assault against the Founders. Even
now, years later, the Romulan fleet was still feeling the after affects.
The
advisor came and whispered to him, "There's a call from Mar'tok for you."
He
simply let the people continue talking, and walked to the nearest console. He entered his command code for personal messages.
Mar'tok's
face and voice came to him a second later, "We have a problem, The Borg have
begun an invasion of the Federation."
"Explain
how a Borg invasion of the Federation, concerns the Romulan Empire."
Mar'tok
was ready for that question, "I thought you might ask me that, I believe I
have an answer. The President told
me to tell you that the Borg will continue to attack race after race until every
race in this galaxy is assimilated. The
Federation is just the first step. You
can be assured that we will follow, and not to far behind us will be the
Romulans."
Mar'tok
of course was right, the Borg would never stop attacking until their goal had
been reached. "Very well, we will
send a fleet." he said.
"Thank
you, we will meet with the Federation fleet at Theal IV, on the edge of the
Typhon sector, as soon as possible." Mar'tok replied. His image winked out.
He
would now have to convince the people that attacking the Borg would be best for
the Empire. He turned off the
console and walked back into the Senate floor. He stood in his rightful place, at the head of the long conference table,
which held all of the Romulan Senators. He
grabbed the mallet on the table, and hit the table four times. The room instantly became quiet.
They
all listened intently as the Emperor spoke, "I have just got some very grave
news, the Borg have attacked the Federation. We are going to help them in their fight."
"Why?"
came the cries of many people.
"Because,
the Borg would then come after us. It
would be a lot better to do this now with the help of the Federation and
Klingons, then wait until after they were both gone. I don't like the Federation, but it is in the best interest of the
Empire to help them."
SPACEDOCK, EARTH
MAY 10, 2376
The
President walked up to the podium and said, "Greetings people of the
Federation. I have grave news, the
Borg our most lethal enemy have begun an invasion of the Federation. We have already made too many retreats against them. They invade our space and we fall back. They assimilate countless worlds and we fall back. That all ends NOW. In one
hour, ships will leave from countless ports across this quadrant, they will be
heading for the Typhon sector, where we will make our stand! We will no longer be afraid, it's their turn to be afraid. We will not rest until every Borg in this galaxy lies dead at
our feet. We will show them no
mercy. We will slaughter them like
they would have slaughtered us."
After
he said this, the lead ship of the fleet, the Enterprise, warped away. Every starship in the Federation warped away right behind her. Some of the ships were brand new, just off the assembly line. Others were old, some over twenty-five years, but all of them beautiful
as Earth's sun shined of the bright silver hull. The letterings etched in their hulls each telling a different
story of where they went, where they're going, and what they have to do. The crews looking out windows or on screens to see Earth slide away until
it disappeared, each of them knowing it might be the last time they ever see
home.
FEDERATION
FLEET, THEAL IV
MAY 10, 2376
The
Enterprise was the first ship to slow to impulse power for Theal orbit. The entire fleet was right behind her and slowed as well. Everyone looked out and saw the Klingon fleet waiting for them. It was a magnificent sight, hundreds of ships surrounded the planet. The Klingon fleet contained a multitude of different ships from the
thirty year old B'rel class Bird-of-Prey to the new and improved Vor'Cha
Attack Cruiser
On
the Bridge of the Enterprise, Picard asked, "Well the Klingons are here, but
where are the Romulans?"
As
soon as he said that a Romulan Warbird uncloaked and hailed the Enterprise.
The
Romulan commander's face came on the screen saying, "Greetings, we were sent
here to help in a fight against the Borg."
Picard
responded, "Yes, but you were supposed to bring a fleet."
"Captain,
please."
She
had cut the communication line, but when Picard looked toward the viewscreen he
saw why. Romulan Warbird after
Romulan Warbird was de-cloaking, it was non-stop. It went on until finally the Romulan fleet had surrounded both of the
other fleets.
Picard
watched the screen where the Klingon fleet had surrounded the planet, the
Federation fleet facing the Klingons, and the Romulan fleet surrounding both. After a long silence he said, "Will, I've dreamed of this for a long
time."
"What
do you mean, Sir?"
"I
mean, look at that out there, the Klingons, Romulans, and Federation all, once
mortal enemies, joined to fight a common threat. We can no longer be consumed by our differences. It's a bit ironical isn't it? That
we always try to prevent wars from happening, but sometimes in the end it's
the wars that bring us closer together."
The
Ensign says, "We have a Borg cube coming toward us, Sir."
Picard
replied, "Red alert, all hands to battle stations. Hailing frequencies open, Ensign."
With
a superb swiftness the Ensign complied.
Then
with horror and terror they all listened to the jumble of voices on the
speakers. "We are Borg, lower
your shields and surrender your ships. We
will add your technological and biological distinctiveness to our own, your
culture will adapt to service ours. Resistance
is futile."
Picard
replied, "Take your best shot, because we are about to resist." Then Picard had a horrifying vision, and he knew in that instant that
they would never make it out of there alive.
He
yelled, "Get us out of here! They
have more ships on their way!"
The
bridge crew looked stunned. Riker
broke the silence, "What are you talking about, Sir?" Then he looked a the screen and saw, a fleet of twenty maybe thirty Borg
ships were on their way. Riker
continued, "My God."
The
Enterprise swung around, and fired all of her phasers at one of the oncoming
Borg ships. The phasers barely
scratched the surface, they had already adapted Picard thought. The Borg cube activated its tractor beam, which could drain
shield power on starships. The blue
beam grabbed the Enterprise, but because the Enterprise continued to rotate
shield frequencies, the shields would not drain. Picard knew the Borg all to well, and he knew that sometime
they would adapt to the shield frequencies. This stand-off lasted for a few minutes, the Borg tractor beam unable to
drain the shields and the Enterprise's phasers unable to penetrate the
electromagnetic field. Finally, the
Borg beam adapted to the shield frequencies, and the Enterprise's shields were
drained. She sat there like a
sitting duck, still unable to penetrate the magnetic field of the Borg ship. The Borg activated their cutting beam, and used it to slice a hole in the
side of the Engineering section of the Enterprise. Picard remembered something from back when he was assimilated, he
remembered a weakness in the Borg ships, all he needed was the time to implement
it. Picard looked out at the battle
scene, the Romulan fleet was just sitting there. What the hell were the Romulans doing, he thought. He kept watching hoping they would finally engage, then he saw a lone
Romulan Warbird de-cloak, turn, and face the rest of the Romulan fleet.
General
Seletrel, commander of the Romulan fleet, sat in her chair on the Socrah, and
watched as the Avatar of Tomad de-cloaked, turned, and faced her ship.
Emperor
Valdus's face came to her on her forward screen. He looked very upset, and said, "Seletrel, what do you
think you're doing? The
Federation and Klingon fleets are getting pounded. Help them!!!"
Seletrel
ordered the fleet to attack, she did not want to, she wanted to wait for the
perfect time and opportunity to strike. However
the Emperor himself had given her a direct order, and she had to oblige. She noticed on her viewscreen, the Enterprise was locked in a battle with
a large Borg cube. He turned her
ship towards the two ships and, when close enough, fired disrupters at the cube. The tractor beam and cutting beam instantly disengaged, and
tried to find the target of the Socrah, but she had all ready turned away. The Borg beams found only empty space, and that gave Picard just what he
needed. The Enterprise fired five
quantum torpedoes, they each went right through the electromagnetic field like
it wasn't there. All of them hit,
doing serious damage, until the last one which blew the Borg ship into pieces. The Enterprise flew through the debris, looking for another
target, but only finding the remains of the Klingon fleet. Picard hailed the Klingon fleet, moments later he stared into the face of
Mar'tok.
Picard
said, "Our forces are down to 23%, How are yours?"
Mar'tok
replied with a harsh voice, "Down to 19%, what of the Romulans?"
"They're
down to 31%. We have destroyed some
Borg ships, but their fleet is still at 97%. I'm afraid we must retreat and withdraw."
Mar'tok
nodded his head, and cut communication. He
hated the idea of retreat, but there was no other way. A Klingon would gladly die in battle, but today was not such a day. He knew the Klingon legend of Havoc, when the darkness would fall. He thought, this is the day the shadows come to claim us all. He ordered his ships for a full retreat. The few Federation ships, the few Romulan ships, and the few Klingon
ships all turned and limped off toward the sun. The Excelsior stayed behind to fight the Borg and give the retreat at
least a chance of surviving. The
ships phasers continued to fire, and when a Borg ship came upon them; the crew
closed their eyes and the darkness came.
STARFLEET COMMAND
MAY 10, 2376
Admiral
West, the Commander-in-Chief, spoke, "My friends, I regret to inform you that
three hours ago most of our joint fleet was lost to the Borg. We have an even graver situation then we thought. Before when the Borg attacked us, it was only one ship. The reason it was only one ship is because each separate ship is a
separate branch of the collective. This
time, however, the branches have all joined together, that is why they have a
lot more ships then ever before. Right
now they are on a direct course for Earth. We do have ships left, but nothing that can stop them. They will conquer us, it is inevitable--"
Just
then he was interrupted by Captain Picard, "Wait! I suggest that we send a distress signal to anyone who will help us."
"Where
should we send it, Captain?" West
asked.
"Send
it across the galaxy."
STARFLEET COMMAND
MAY 11, 2376
The next
day, Starfleet waited for an answer to the distress signal, finally it came.
An
Ensign answered the incoming transmission and informed Admiral West, "Sir, I
believe we have an answer to our distress signal."
West
asked, "Who is it, Ensign?"
West
waited for an answer, then looked at the shocked Ensign's face as he said it,
"Sir, it's the Furies."
"What?"
"It's the Furies, Sir. They
want to know if there is anything they can do to help.
PRESIDENT'S OFFICE, EARTH
MAY 11, 2376
"Why are
the Furies tying to help us?" asked
the President.
"They
may want to storm in on the Alpha Quadrant." replied an admiral.
"But
if the wanted to storm the Quadrant, why not wait until after the Borg have
decimated our fleet, why try to help us?" said another admiral.
The
President's secretary came in and whispered something to him. He quickly got up and said, "If you will excuse me gentlemen, there is
a transmission for me." He left them talking about this problem.
He
walked into his personal office, and typed his command code in. He turned to the screen to see his first sight of a Fury. This one was red colored, and had horns on the top of his head. He looked like the devil himself.
His
voice was cold when he spoke, "My name is Zutegre. I understand you have a problem with certain Borg infestation."
"Yes
that is true. I wish to know what
you want in return." replied the President.
"What
we want. Hmmm. We want two Federation ships, two Klingon ships, and two
Romulan ships."
The
President looked stunned. "Why?"
he asked.
"That
is the second part of our bargain, no questions asked. You give us what we want no questions asked, and we get rid
of the Borg for you. A fair deal,
don't you think, trillions of lives for the price of six ships."
The
President knew their had to be something more, something Zutegre wasn't
telling him. Why would they help
races half a galaxy away, and then ask for six ships, where their own ships
would be far superior.
"So,
do we have a deal?"
He
didn't like this one bit, but he liked the idea of being conquered by the Borg
even less. "Yes, we have a
deal." he said.
"Excellent. Excellent."
"How
will you get here? asked the President.
"We
have a special way to get there, our ships are equipped with a wormhole engine. The design is quite impressive. We
will make our way to Typhon 542 as soon as possible."
The
transmission cut off just like that, he would now have to convince Starfleet
Command that this was the best thing to do.
He
walked back into the conference room, and turned to the admirals saying,
"Gentlemen, The Furies have asked for one thing in return for their help in
defeating the Borg. The Romulans
must give them two ships, the Klingons must give them two ships, and we must
give them two of our ships.." A
gasp fell over the entire room.
"Are
you out of your mind?" one
admiral asked. "That means they
can discover weaknesses in our ships. Do
you know what they can do with that?"
"Yes
I am afraid I do, however if we sit here the Borg will destroy us anyway. There is no chance that the Borg will turn back, there is a chance that
the Furies will not attack us. I've
made my decision, I'll go with the Furies."
STARFLEET COMMAND
MAY 11, 2376
Everyone in
the office looked tense, waiting for word to come in. Then it came.
An
officer spoke, "Transmission from the Furies at Typhon 542. They've engaged The Borg."
TYPHON
542, BATTLE ZONE
MAY 11, 2376
The
design of the Fury ships was remarkable, their silhouettes beautiful as gleaming
light shined off their purple hull. Curvature
after curvature after curvature, the ships were sleek, aerodynamic. They looked as if they could fly just as good in an atmosphere, or even
under water. Faster then their Borg
counterparts, they could reach speeds up to warp 19.9. The ships were more maneuverable than a shuttle craft, each dodging this
way and that way, as Borg weapons tried to find their targets, but couldn't
get close. Occasionally, a Borg
weapon got lucky and hit a Fury ship, but the weapon simply bounced off the
Fury-made hull, they didn't even need deflector shields. The Fury ships were using their new quantum phasers, which rarely missed
its target. Dodging this way and
that way, the Fury fleet went to work picking apart the Borg one by one. They seared a corner of a Borg ship off, then sliced another
one in half, and then sliced an entire side off one. One Fury ship went directly towards a Borg cube, spinning and
turning to evade return fire. When
it was close enough it fired right into the heart of the Borg ship. The quantum phasers sliced a hole in the cube the size of a starship all
the way through the ship. In half a second the ship was torn apart in flames. Another Borg ship chased a Fury ship down, and activated its tractor
beam. The Borg tried to drain the
shields, but the Fury ships didn't have shields, they had powerful hull. The tractor beam held the Fury ship in place, and the cutting beam was
activated. The cutting beam had no
effect, it couldn't cut through the all powerful hull. A second Fury ship came upon the two ships, and used its phasers to
disable the beams. An entire
section of the Borg ship blew off. The
other Fury ship, now free, flipped up and around locking on to the last Borg
ship that was left. Both Fury ships
fired at the same time, and the Borg were blown away.
"The
Borg will never bother you again," said
Zutegre, leader of the Furies.
"On
behalf of the entire Alpha Quadrant, we owe you a debt of gratitude," replied West.
The
transmission ended just like that. The
Fury fleet went back into a wormhole and vanished into the night. They took with them the secrets of Starfleet, and unbelievable,
unstoppable power. West asked himself one question: Was this the price of victory?
TYPHON 542, BATTLE ZONE
MAY 12, 2376
The
Enterprise was looking for anything that maybe was left in working order. Picard was on the bridge, looking at the viewscreen. It took him back to ten years ago, when he was assimilated by the Borg. He remembered the ceremony at Wolf 359. The 39 ships left in ruins, the thousands killed in minutes. He drifted back to the present, and looked at the ruined Borg ships. They had won. had really won. the Borg were completely destroyed. He smiled when he thought, no one will ever go through what I
went through, again! But then he
thought about the Furies, would they storm the Alpha Quadrant? What would stop them from being like the Borg. In his mind one sentence held the answer: Resistance is NOT futile.