"Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated"
Crying, moaning, thumping, torturous sounds rang throughout the cold metal walls of the lab halls. There were men in lab coats running for all they were worth from the gray skinned creatures that were covered in tubes. Some tried to destroy them anyway they could, but all efforts were deflected easily. No thought from the unified attackers, and a hazy of insanity flooding over the heads of the prey. There was bleeding and broken bones, but those weren't the worst injuries. It was those who were cruelly injected with an army of blood killers that suffered. Their fate was conforming to the heartless creatures, if they could even be called such anymore, half living, half-operating. They were a person that had become a machine. Even their mind was not their own. They were a collective. And the collective was destroying everyone in the lab. There were children too, pushed by their parents who had planned on coming home early. They were taken down before their children's eyes, then the children were taken too. No soul was spared.
In a room nearby a woman cried. Her golden hair flowed over her head and past her shoulders. Her eyes were red and swollen, melting into her hazel eyes. Her face was red with a helping of freckles on her face that were hard to see through her running mascara. Her uniform white coat was dirty with the dust from the ground on which she was kneeling. Her hands clutched the dark pants she wore as the tears followed down. She wasn't afraid of them, she was sad. She mourned; she didn't care if they hurt her, ripped her individuality away. Even if they have a way to rip her soul away she didn't care any more. She had nothing else to lose.
The door was ripped away with a quick jerk and two of the inhuman creatures came in. The woman looked up into their faces without repulsion through tears filled her eyes. She looked into the eyes of the one that was closest to her. "Oh Sun Flares what have I done?" She moaned, as she looked him over. Covered in that dark clothing and tubes ran all over. He had no need to speak with his fellow, things, they knew what all of them said, or even thought. "We are Borg", They said in unison. She looked at them as they came to her and she put out her hand to the man that proceeded toward her, still silently crying, but at the same time looking at him softly. He in turn stuck two tubes into it. As the small army over took her blood she looked at him and smiled, crying still. It was all her fault.
It was a long time before a certain ship called Voyager took a Borg named Seven of Nine from the collective. It was before John Luc Picard and his crew faced the Borg cube because of a powerful creature named Q. I was even before the Borg sphere attempted to unleash a virus onto the Earth in the dawn of warp travel for the humans who lived there. This begins before the Borg came to be, in times that Earth didn't know what the Delta Quadrant was, the Vulcans were beginning their own voyages into space and the Kligons were fighting among themselves. None of these races had made their name in the universe, yet. The universe was watching a small empire in the Delta Quadrant called the Legacian Dominion. They were a species of humanoids that held planets in light years in every direction. This species, the Legacians were where the Borg came from, in a terrible accident. It was a road, paved with good intentions, much like another whose story has been told. For now we go back farther to see the dawn of a new era .It was the reign of the Borg.
Voyager-Disclaimer- I do neither own StarTrek, nor any of the ideas thereof.