Disclaimer: Schlock Mercenary and all related material is the property of Howard Taylor. Star Trek and all related material is the property of Paramount Pictures Inc. The plot, however, is mine.

Data's calm voice cut through Picard's panic, as he reported.
"Sir, the anomaly has just collapsed. There is a vessel where it used to be."
Picard looked at Worf, who, anticipating the order, said, "The ship is of unknown type, moderately damaged, and …" He trailed off.
At that moment, the ship stopped bucking and shuddering.
"Well, what is it, Mr. Worf?"
"The power levels I was reading from the unknown vessel were several orders of magnitude greater than any known ship is capable of producing. Also, the life-signs I detected were varied, but there were several humans on board. I also did not detect a warp drive, though I could not scan the whole ship."
"Curiouser and curiouser" murmured Picard. "Why couldn't you scan the whole ship? More importantly, why have the Borg stopped attacking us?"
"The Borg have ceased attacking us and are now attacking the newcomer. The unknown ship has raised some sort of gravity shield that is preventing both the Borg weaponry and our own sensors from penetrating. However, it appears to lack the ability to block transporter beams."

The Touch-and-Go emerged from the vortex into a scene of pandemonium. Numerous cube-shaped vessels and several smaller, more irregular craft were attacking a single sleek white ship. As Tagon watched, however, the cubes and their attendant craft ceased firing, turned, and assulted the Touch-and-Go. Ennesby slammed up the shields and turned to the Captain, who was already starting to look confused.
"Ennesby, what's going on?" Tagon asked.
"Well, to put it in terms that you can understand, we came out of the swirly vortex thingy, appeared here, and got attacked"
"I know that, Ennesby, I meant specifics," said Tagon, irritated at the flying maraca's attitude
"Oh, you mean like why they attacked?"
"Yes, exactly."
"No idea. I do have some good news, though. First off, with the info I got while our shields were down, they're using some kind of electromagnetic shields, far inferior to our own gravitics. Secondly, they seem to be relatively limited in terms of weapons frequency capability, so I can modify the shields to only block their weapons, so I can still scan them. Additionally, their weapons appear to be pretty weak. We should have no trouble surviving them. And-"
He was cut off by a soft whine. Tagon whirled around, looking for the source, and spotted a number of humanoid shapes materializing. He tensed, activated his armor, and drew his pistols.
Once these invaders appeared fully, Tagon instantly realized that they were heavily, cybernetically modified, given the assorted tubes, implants, and devices he saw protruding directly from their skin. On top of that, they seemed to have some sort of armor, though it didn't look very tough. The intruders all spoke simultaneously, but all said the same thing, with the same timing and inflection, something that really creeped Tagon out.
"We are the Borg. Resistance is futile. Prepare to be assimilated."
Tagon couldn't remember what assimilated meant, but it sounded bad, and he understood that the part about resistance being futile meant that these things were hostile.
They were also slow, especially compared to the soldier-boosted veteran mercenary. The Captain pointed his gauss pistol at the advancing drones, and blazed away. The last of the monstrosities was dead before the first finished falling.
"Not so futile after all. Ennesby, what the hell happened? How did they get through the teraport interdiction fields?"
"They didn't teraport in. They used some unknown kind of short-range teleportation, which neither our shields nor our interdiction fields can block. I think if they do it a few more times, I'll be able to modify the shields to stop it. Huh, well what do you know?"
Tagon didn't like the sound of that last sentence, but before he could say anything, Ennesby explained.
"They're trying it again, but not here this time. I'm detecting numerous intrusions throughout the ship. I'll stop the ones in uninhabited areas, but the crew seems like they're dealing with the intrusions fine."

Sergeant Schlock was relaxing in his bathtub when he heard the whine. He knew that the ship was in some kind of space-time thingy he didn't understand, but, as he had been told, there wan't anything he could do about it. However, when he saw the thing appear in a glow of green light and try to attack him, he decided there was something he could do about this. Pulling his plasma cannon from his mouth, he primed it and pointed it at the intruder.
"I don't know how you got in here, but if you don't get out now, you'll be dead"
Ignoring both the verbal threat and the glowing, humming plasgun backing it up, the Borg advanced, until a lethal stream of plasma slammed into it. The drone's shield flared, but quickly failed beneath the onslaught, as the Borg drone was turned into molten metal and carbonized ash.

Nick and Shep were watching cartoons in the lounge, when they heard the hum of the Borg transporting in. Both turned to watch, and heard the pair of drones intonation.
"We are the Borg. Resistance is futile. Prepare to be assimilated."
Confused, the two turned to each other.
Nick asked "Wudda'ya think dat means?"
Shep responded that he didn't know, but that it didn't sound friendly.
Nick agreed, adding that they didn't look like very nice people, and they probably shouldn't be aboard in the first place.
That agreed upon, the two men decided to teach the "not very nice people" that it isn't very nice to come onto other people's ships without an invitation, and proceeded to power up their armor. The Borg, having had very little experience with powered armor, and nothing like that worn as a standard uniform by the Toughs, attempted to fight back, but Nick and Shep were tremendously strong and tough even before the soldier-boosts and powered armor were factored in. Disregarding their guns, the two massive soldiers attacked with fists and feet. Nick punched one drone in the face, and the sheer force behind the blow turned the metal-reinforced skull into jelly, an instantly lethal blow that sent the drone flying into the back wall. Shep grabbed the other drone's outstretched assimilation arm, spun, and pitched at the drone Nick had already dispensed with. The second drone hit so hard it crushed the ribs of both and shattered its reinforced spine.

All across the ship, drones materialized, and those that appeared near crew members were quickly dispatched, by both firearms and physical assult. The drones that appeared in uninhabited areas were eliminated by Ennesby, who simply increased local gravity until the Borg were crushed under their own weight.

On the bridge, Ennesby informed his captain that the shields had been modified to prevent further intrusions, and that he had traced them as definitely coming from the ships attacking them. He also noted the presence of the white vessel firing upon their attackers, though the damage that ship was doing was decreasing as the more numerous forces adapted their shields.

Picard was growing frustrated. Though the Battle Mode program was functioning perfectly, and his ship was no longer under attack, he saw the lessening of the damage his ship was doing. To add to his irritation, the ship the Borg were focusing on seemed to be ignoring the Borg.
In the silence, Worf spoke up "Sir, more transwarp signatures inbound"
Picard was astonished. More ships? He knew the Borg had ships to spare, but this many to attack one group was already an incredible number, and the Borg were sending more?!
Suddenly a trio of Cubes exploded. Everyone knew that Borg ships didn't just explode, but there had been no visible weapons fire.
Riker stated the most obvious conclusion "They must be using some sort of weapon that we can't see."
Data rapidly analyzed the relevant sensor logs, and discovered powerful gravity disturbances emanating from the unknown ship and lancing into the Cubes nanoseconds before they exploded. Quickly modifying some code, he programmed the computer to show intense, focused gravity distortions as orange cones.
"We should be able to see them now" he reported, and just in time. Cones sprang from the unknown vessel once more, and, completely bypassing shields, slammed into a quartet of the smaller Borg ships, destroying them instantly.

Ennesby was controlling the ship's battle maneuvers as crewmen rushed to their stations when an evil grin spread across his face.
Kevyn was the first to notice, and asked the AI what was happening.
"They don't have interdiction fields" was the only answer, but Kevyn instantly understood. Tagon was a little slower.
"So what if they don't have interdiction fields? Kevyn told me that the terapedo engines were burnt out."
"True," Kevyn replied, "the gravitic drives are burned out. However, the teraports are working fine."
Understanding dawned. "So… we can teraport explosives into their ships?"
"Exactly."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!"
Ennesby asked "What about that other ship, the one attacking the Borg?"
"Forget them. Remember Rule 29?"
"Yes, captain. 'The enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy, no more, no less.' But I figure since they were getting pounded, if we save their lives from these things, they may very well be grateful."
"Grateful enough to reward us for saving them?"
"Yes sir. After all, even if we save their lives now, we can still easily destroy them if we need to, given what we've seen about their weapons and shields."
"Okay, Ennesby, you win. Protect them from our shots."

"Sir, we're being drawn towards the unknown vessel! They're using some sort of gravity bubble. We can't break free!" Worf cried out.
Picard responded calmly "Well, I hope they have a good reason for this."
Worf was incredulous "So we just sit and wait?" he sputtered angrily.
"As you yourself have pointed out, we cannot escape. We do not wish to anger our apparent saviors, especially since they have demonstrated their clear technological superiority"
Worf was opening his mouth for a retort when a blinding flash filled the viewscreen, which automatically dimmed to avoid retinal damage to those viewing it.

Terapedoes appeared without fanfare in the centers of several of the cubes, and then, with quite a lot of fanfare, detonated. The shields of the Cubes surrounding those that were torn apart by the blast were strong, but not nearly enough to stop the twenty-five-gigaton-plus detonations, and they too were torn apart.

Ennesby's carefully calculated spread of terapedoes wiped out the entire fleet with a minimal use of munitions, but he had a surprise coming.
Thirty-five more Cubes dropped out of transwarp, shocking Ennesby. His shock did not hamper his intelligence, however, as he launched another precisely calculated volley of terapedoes that obliterated the armada.

As the light subsided from the bridge of the Enterprise, Worf managed to say "It appears they did have a purpose to that. They must have projected their shields to protect us, because our own would have fared no better than those of the Borg." He paused in surprise, double-checking his instruments before telling his captain about this new development.

"Well, sir, I got all of them, and our enemy's enemy is safe for the moment. Shall I hail them?"
"Do that."
"I believe that I should use radio signals as well as our standard FTL communicators, given their technological direction. They may have developed some other kind of FTL communicator, one which is incompatible with our own, or they may not even have one."
"Good idea."
"Thank you."

"What is it?"
"We are being hailed…by radio."