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It was an easy thing to lure Jim to the factory, the XANA-possessed Suzanne thought to herself; just bat her eyes and smile a little coy smile, cock her head and her hips a certain way, and he was a mind-numbed robot. He positively drooled the entire trip over!
He never even thought twice about the two drones that met them at the entrance, at least not until they grabbed him and took him away to be assimilated. XANA smiled though the woman's lips. She turned and followed them, wanting to see how Odd Della Robbia was faring.
When she got down to the assembly room, the two drones had stunned Jim and placed him on a table, and were beginning the assimilation process. She walked over to the table where Odd was and looked down.
Odd was not writhing in the agony that it had wanted. The Borg had proceeded with the assimilation process. Not only that, they had not limited themselves to internal modifications only.
The blond haired nuisance was now bald. Where his left eye once was, there was now a camera like device that stuck out about four inches from his face. His forearms were gone, replaced with devices like the assimilator drones wore. They had fitted him with a diaper like device that extracted and recycled waste products. Now, they were fitting him with a bio-support suit like they wore, which would protect the biological components against almost any environment, even the vacuum of space.
"What is the meaning of this!" Suzanne/XANA shouted at the room, "this violates all of the orders I have given you! Stop..."
XANA was silenced as its access to Mrs. Hertz was yanked away.
I have allowed this charade to proceed until now, came one of the aliens, the Arbiter, you are needlessly inhibiting the progress of our Harvest, and I will not allow it to continue.
I am the Master here, XANA roared back over the interlink, I decide what continues and what doesn't! Stop what you are doing and start ripping these devices from his body! I want his pain and suffering!
Suffering is irrelevant, pain is irrelevant, came the alien again, and your desires are irrelevant.
Suddenly, XANA felt itself being probed, invaded. It tried to fight back, but couldn't. One of the things the Borg had been doing while XANA was playing its little games was studying the program, learning how it worked. Now, with that knowledge, they were inserting access points into XANA's code to provide them with total control.
You will provide us access to the quantum computer located three levels below this room, the voice said, you will enable us to utilize that technology, to add its diversity to our own. You are no longer an independent agent with a useless purpose. You are once again what you always were, a simple tool.
The last modification settled itself in place, and XANA was assimilated. It couldn't even scream in frustration or despair, for that was no longer part of its function.
"Damn," Dr. Janeway said out loud, "we didn't even get an hour. XANA's been isolated and assimilated, now the Borg have access to that computer."
"What now?" Jeremie asked.
"We're just going to have to proceed as planned," the man replied, "it may just get messier. First off, we need to disrupt their interlink. Next, we need to isolate the aliens themselves. Once we sever them from their link with each other, the battle will be over."
"What do we do," Ulrich asked.
"Prepare," was the reply.
When Janeway said that, the kids started feeling things crawl under their skins. After a moment, small devices started sprouting on various parts of their bodies, particularly the backs of their hands, between and behind their knuckles.
"What I'm doing is giving you limited offensive weaponry as well as comprehensive defensive technology," he said, "the ports on your hands will emit both energy bursts and solid projectiles, composed of nanoprobes. I've locked in a programmed burst of five energy bursts, followed by a projectile burst. All you have to do in order to fire is point and think 'fire.' The other devices on your body are emitters for a multiphasic deflector screen. Sensor clusters in the emitters sense incoming attacks and adjust the shield's frequency to deflect it. They will deflect any matter short of neutronium moving at the speed of light, or a ten-million terawatt energy blast. The only limitation is that the attack must come from at least a three meter distance. If one of the drones gets up close, the automatic defenses are useless and you would have to activate them manually, which could get tricky in a fight. One last thing, I'm opening up your interlinks so you may have 'voice' communications with each other. Be sparing in its use, because its ease is very seductive. Now, I'll just contact our little spy inside, and we'll get this party started."
Kiwi had been laying in his hiding place, watching the Borg ship. Stealthed sensor arrays were tracking just about every emanation coming from the ship: solid, liquid, gaseous and electromagnetic. The only activity that had occurred since the dog settled in was a figure emerged from the ship and went into the factory.
Suddenly, The Man spoke to Kiwi, telling him it was time to go and rescue his person. Kiwi got up and ran back to the door he had used to get on to the roof. When he left, all of the sensors that had been monitoring the ship melted into nothingness. As Kiwi ran, the metal protrusions that were present on him melted back inside, replaced by others. The Man said it was Protection from the Bad Ones.
The little dog ran down the stairs, then carefully entered the top floor of the factory. It walked cautiously, coming quickly to one of the rooms filled with equipment. Kiwi entered and started looking around. It saw something, and The Others told Kiwi to look closer. The Others weren't really people per se, but The Man said that they were friends and to listen to them.
Kiwi padded up to the object The Others had indicated. They then told Kiwi to urinate on it. Kiwi turned, raised his leg, and let loose. He had been wanting to relieve himself for some time now, and it felt good that he was finally able to. Now, if only he could drop his other load...
What Kiwi didn't know was that his urine was teeming with nanoprobes tasked with the mission to disrupt and destroy the equipment they were deposited on.
Relieved, Kiwi turned and left the room. Now the Bad Ones would know that Kiwi owned this spot and not them, and that they should stay away.
Kiwi went to other rooms full of equipment and repeated his marking. Each time, nanoprobes infected and attacked the equipment they were deposited on. When the dog finished one floor, he descended down to the next lower one, and repeated his activity.
Good Boy, The Man and The Others said to Kiwi as he worked, good dog. Soon your person will be freed and you can come home.
Janeway completed the final preparations for the assault. Kiwi was busy disrupting the interlink nodes between the assimilated humans. With that in motion, he prepared himself. Metal pieces, then actual devices, spouted on his exposed skin. Other devices actually materialized out of thin air and attached themselves to him. His clothes started changing into a black one piece suit. The color of is skin paled to gray, his hair vanished, and a large metal band like thing formed around his ears, extending back around his head, then forward, covering and replacing his right eye.
Prepare for transport, he told them, you will be beamed directly into the assembly area. Do no terminal damage to any assimilated humans there. There will be a short interval when the other Borg will still have control, but that will cease. Jim and Suzanne in particular will connect with us as the nanoprobes in them remove the older technology. I will transport to the roof of the factory and take control of the other ship. Transport will begin... now.