"Captains Outrageous…"
Summary: Strictly and utterly for fun. Imagining our favorite seestras as Captains of the Federation flagship.
Disclaimer: No copy write infringement intended…
Helena…
The Romulan warbird Proleithian decloaks…
At the edge of Cardassian space…Romulan/Cardassian disputed territory, a truce currently in effect.
"Commander?…Are you sure about this? All reports say Captain Childs is on the Enterprise at Ceti Arcturus Prime?" her first officer, the one who'd appreciated her politeness, eyeing her cautiously.
"Giving lecture, yes…But that is not Captain Childs…And the one I seek is not her either. But I must find her and speak with her again. This is my command, Subcommander…" narrow look.
Uh…
"Of course, Commander."
"Good…Could you maybe get me some tea? Earl Greys, hot? I love Terran tea. Oh, and you get something too, we have officer conference before I go seeking seestra, yes? You like to try tea? Is good."
"Yes, Commander. Thank you."
Red letter day when the Commander shares her stock of Earth tea smugged across the neutral zone.
"Commander!" a cry from helmsperson at console…As a huge ship materializes from a subspace conduit signature portal.
A huge cube-shaped ship…
"No worries…I was expecting…" she puts up a hand. "Peoples, stay at posts and remember this is top Security matter. So forget all you hears and sees now. Open channel, yes?" she eyes her communications officer.
Image on screen…Borg with red strobe eye, smiling at them…Other Borg about him on screen, looking a bit apprehensive, especially for creatures with the reputation of the Borg…
"Hey there, little lady…And the universal God be with you. We are the Borg? You've heard tell of us from your praetor, Tomas? I am Hendrik Johannsen of Borg. This is my daughter, Gracie." Indicates female Borg next to him. My adopted boy, from Earth originally, Mark…" pats young male Borg fondly on shoulder. "Like my own son, this boy…"
"Yes…I get Tomas' message…We have new alliance, Holy and Orthodox Romulan Empire and Borg?"
"All in the service of the universal One, sweetheart." Hendrik cheerily. "Our joint goal to glorify Him and unite all sentient species for their own good…Like it or not."
"So… Where is Praetor Tomas' vessel? He was to meet us too."
"Oh…Welll…" Hendrik shrugged. "We've heard he had some political trouble back home…We can settle things between us just fine, I'm sure. You're his right hand lady, I hear tell." Warm smile.
"There is no 'political trouble' on Romulus." Grim-looking Tal Shiar officer by Helena frowns. "And Praetor Tomas' ship is unaccounted for."
"Let me check our collective data banks…" Hendrik, benignly. "Nope, no info on that. But, you know accidents do happen in space. Now as to why we wanted to meet…"
"Transporter signal!" the subcommander cried…
As Commander Helena vanished…
"Hey, welcome to the family, Helena…" Hendrik beamed…The other Borg still looking uncertain…
No, just is not a good idea letting this freak of Science…And I have all the various alpha quadrant civilizations' secret agencies' data in my bank…Grace thought…Into our collective…
Now Grace, Hendrik, naturally perceiving her thoughts…She's gonna be a part of our collective family…It's the Universal God's will…
Grrr…
Grace…
"You put me back on ship now." Helena, quietly.
"Can't do that, Helena…You're too important to us just now. We want to assimilate all the best the Galaxy has to offer for God's greater glory…And among these genetically common ancestored alpha quadrant species, you are crème de la crème, sweetheart. Attach the interphase, Mark, son, would you?"
Borg Mark reluctantly moves to attach interphase…
"Best not to resist, darling…" Hendrik, benignly. "It's just futile to fight the power of the one God."
"Ow!" Mark howled. As Helena bit his organic left hand's forefinger and kicked him in the side…
"Daddy?!" Grace looked at him as several Borg grabbed Helena…
"Now, now…She's just skittish, like that colt I assimilated for you on your last birthday. Helena, this is God's will…And God's will be…" the interphase bore into the back of her neck… "Oooh, Lordy…Done."
"Ooooh…Lordy…" the entire collective echoed.
"Ewwwh…Dad?" Grace squirmed.
"Sorry, darlin'…God's will be done. And now…Welcome to…Oh…"
"I don't thinks so…" Helena frowned. "You want interphase…I give you interphase, son of borg bitch."
"Whoa…Now, sweetheart…"
"Ohhhh…" the entire collective groaned…
"Daddy!" Grace cried, clasping head in agony…
"Genetic variations, random illogic…Whoa, that is one angry girl… I think we best…Back it off a bit…" Hendrik, groaning…
"Come on, you want togetherness…I gives you, crazy person…" Helena beamed…Concentrating…
"Terminate interphase, daddy!" Grace cried.
"Terminate, terminate interphase…!" the collective scream…
"All right, we're sending you back…Terminate, Helena!" Hendrik cried.
She rematerialized on her bridge, her subcommander giving her a startled look…
Ma'am? You escaped the Borg?
"Moment…" she raised hand…
"Ter…min…ate…Your…Inter…Phase…." The entire Borg interior on screen moaned.
"Nice meeting you, crazy peoples…But I think alliance is over for now. And I must avenge leader of Empire, even if I haft to say good riddance." Helena, sternly.
Well, given dead Tomas is no longer praetor…The Tal Shair officer frowned…
And considering there's no chance in Hell, if she resists, of arresting her…I guess I can overlook that politically incorrect comment this time.
"They're overloading all their power conduits!" the helmsperson noted in fear.
"Withdraws a good idea, I thinks…" Helena noted calmly…The ship moving off.
Kaboom! Silently, it being outer space…
But from the dying ship a sphere flies out, just before the explosion.
"Ah, well…I guess that wasn't my brightest idea…" Hendrik sighs to Grace and Mark, the last survivors, along with him…
"But, on the positive side…" he beams at the specimen container on his lab table.
Hmmn…Helena, frowning…Feeling…
I suspect I been wiolated…