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The Black Hole's Teeth

Chapter One: Pursuit

Captain's Log: There's no time for a damn captain's log.

"Sir, shields are down to 40%," Ensign Chekov said in his rough Russian accent. He was sitting at his station in front of the view screen and beside Lieutenant Sulu. The Ops station, it was already sparking, and Captain James Tiberius Kirk was surprised the panel hadn't exploded in Chekov's face. But, Chekov was a soldier, one of the best, and he wasn't about to abandon his station.

The ship rocked as another blast of energy splattered across the shields. The ship couldn't take much more of this and Scotty was giving the engines absolutely everything he could. Warp 9.8, the fastest a Constitution-Class starship had ever gone, and still their pursuers were gaining.

"Spock," Kirk said, spinning in his chair to look back at the science station. "How are they firing forward phasers at warp speed?"

"I don't know, Captain," Spock said. His face was drawn and tired. He was a Vulcan, and wasn't supposed to show emotion, but stress was running high among the crew members, and Spock was feeling it too.

"It's not logical," Spock said. "Phasers move at the speed of light, warp speed is faster than the speed of light. Their phasers should splash back on them." Spock said, finishing his thought.

Kirk shook his head, and spun back around to the view screen. It was displaying the view behind the ship. Normally, star lines would be the only thing showing, but they were blocked out. A huge cube made of pieces of jagged metal, twisting tubes, and an unearthly green glow was seventy-five yards off their tail.

Kirk shuddered.

"Try hailing them again," Kirk said. He didn't have to look back to know that Uhura bent immediately to work, trying to make contact with the strange vessel. She shook her head.

"All I'm getting is the same message over and over again." Uhura said. "They're broadcasting it on all channels."

"Play it," Kirk said. "Audio only."

He looked at the view screen, watched the cube ship, and listened to the haunting message one more time.

"We are the Borg. Resistance is futile."

It didn't sound like one voice speaking, but a hundred times a hundred times a hundred speaking all at once.

"We are the Borg. Resistance is futile."

And, the pure hell of the situation was simple. They were right. Kirk, his crew, the Enterprise, everyone and everything had given one hundred and ten percent and their resistance had proved futile. It was the Kobiashi Maru all over again.

"Arm and drop two photon torpedoes out the back tubes," Kirk said, leaning forward in his seat. "Set them to detonate at two different frequencies."

"Aye, Captain," Chekov said. He worked his instrument panel, sending Kirk's orders down to the armament room. The modifications would have to be made directly to the photon's on board computers.

"And, try a shifting phaser sequence," Kirk said. His eyes were shining in the dim light of the bridge. It was the Kobiashi Maru scenario to Kirk, and he was a man who beat it.

"Phasers are ready, Captain," Chekov said.

"Fire!" Kirk said.

The rear phasers opened up roaring back at the Borg ship at the speed of light. The first two lances did no damage whatsoever, spreading across the ship's shields like twisting bolts of lightning. The second two cut through the shields, digging long black marks over the surface of the ship.

"Yes!" Kirk said, jumping up out of his chair…just in time for another one of the Cube's phaser blasts to strike the Enterprise. Kirk went reeling, head over heels, right into the Ops stations support head first. His body went limp.

Chekov's station finally erupted in his face. Sparks flew and flesh burned, but the young Russian managed to twist his face away, and dive out of the seat. Smoke rose from where he lay on the floor.

Spock stepped onto the command platform and placed himself in the Captain's chair. It was logical as he was the First Officer. He hit a button on the arm of the chair and spoke: "We need a medical team on the bridge, now."

His voice boomed through the halls of the ship, and was cut short when another blast disabled communications.

"Mr. Spock," Sulu said twisting in his seat. "I'm reading a massive gravitational anomaly."

"Try to sling shot around it," Spock said. His mind was running on overdrive. He didn't quite consider all the possibilities.

Sulu nodded, and began to angle in to the gravitational anomaly. The ship shuddered under the change in course. The hull plates were stressed to the max, the engines pushed far beyond the red line. If internal communications weren't down Scotty would be yelling at the bridge. Two more panels exploded. At least one more bridge officer was fatally wounded. The fate of Kirk and Chekov was still unknown.

"Sir," a man wearing a red shirt said from the left side of the bridge. He was manning the auxiliary weapons consol, another that looked to be leaking everything known to man. "Torpedo bay reports ready."

"Good," Spock said. He stared at the image of the massive Borg Cube on the screen. This vessel, space station, whatever it should be called, that came out of nowhere. It attacked, and Kirk being Kirk fought back. Now everything was uncertain. A sling shot maneuver around the gravitational anomaly might be what they need to get away, but how would they stop it? How could Starfleet stop it? Spock almost shuddered at the thought.

"Give me a ten beam pharser spread, rotating spectrum," Spock said. "Aim at anything that looks like a shield generator. Then put the torpedoes down its throat."

"Aye, sir," the crewman said, and turned back to his consol. Spock watched the light show on the view screen. Every third phaser strike made it through the Borg shields, causing little volcano like eruptions along its sides. Were they critical hits? Only the human's God knows.

"Fire torpedoes!" Spock said as soon as the tenth phaser burst splattered across the Borg shields.

Two white hot orbs raced out of the rear of the ship, charging towards the Borg cube neck and neck. One exploded, splattering on the reactive shielding like a bug on a windshield. The other passed through, connected with the vessel, and blossomed like a vibrant fire colored flower. The force of one hundred, twenty-five megaton nuclear bombs was released, and one quarter of the Borg vessel was eliminated in the blink of an eye.

Spock let a smile twitch at his lips. Kirk's hunch paid off.

Then every warning klaxon on the ship went off at once. The Enterprise shuddered far more violently than any of the Borg attacks. Irrationality won Spock over for a moment, and he was convinced the Enterprise was coming apart.

"Report," Spock said, turning to look at Sulu, his moment of irrationality passed.

"We've been dragged out of warp, sir," Sulu said. His face paled as he looked at his instruments. His jaw worked up and down but no sound came out.

"What is it?" Spock asked. Another crewmen reported the Borg ship had been yanked out of warp speed as well.

"You're not going to like this," Sulu said. Without being told the lieutenant flipped the view from rear to forward, and he was right. Logic aside, Spock didn't like what he saw one bit.

A black hole had dragged them out of warp, and now it was sucking them down it's deep well.

"Oh, shit." Spock said.