TITLE: The Curse of the Tribble Borg
AUTHOR/S: Michael
PAIRING: Hint of B'Elanna & Seven
RATING: Fan Fiction T Suitable for teens, 13 years & older, with some violence, minor coarse language, & minor suggestive adult themes. (PG13)
B-READING:
FEEDBACK: or on sight!
DISCLAIMER: Star Trek & all the main characters are owned by Paramount Pictures/CBS Network Television, A Viacom/CBS Corporation. Star Trek: Voyager. Created by, Rick Berman, Michael Piller & Jeri Taylor, & is based on Star Trek, created by Gene Roddenberry.
WARNING: This is a piece of fiction, concerning an implied F/F relationship. If anyone objects to same sex relationships, you should not be reading this fan fiction, & should read the Star Trek Range of Novels, or find another sight.
SUMMERY: Tribbels V's The Borg!
NOTES: Talking to Tina & Karla about tribbles on twitter earlier and this popped into my head!
The plan was set, cogs were grinding and wheels turning. The Borg Queen looked at her greatest weapon. Genetically enhanced assimilated Tribbles.
Born assimilated, with an even quicker gestation rate, theses tribbles were to be beamed into Voyager, multiplying as they gradually assimilated the Starship. The Tribble's, genetically enhanced pheromones putting the crew in a cationic state awaiting assimilation.
The Queen, put the order out for Tribbles trans-warp transported into Voyager, by the time anyone found out it would be too late.
She knew something was wrong, as the teleportation started. Instead of the beam latching onto Voyager, it split up, and deposited tribbles, right around the collective.
A screen lit up on the Queens diamond, as drones tried to capture the annoying creatures, and a smug looking B'Elanna Torres appears on the screen.
"Told you before bitch, Seven is my wife, if you try and take her from me there would be consequences." With that the Klingon Engineer Warrior ended the transmission.
"B'Elanna what are you doing?" Seven called sleepily from the bedroom.
B'Elanna switched off the screen. "I'm just sorting out the trash, Soch."
"Come back to bed my feet are getting cold!"
B'Elanna smiled and returned to the secure confines of her wife's arms.
The End