Chapter 11:
It had taken Shaleena and me three days to create the new Bio-Implant. Twelve drones had been permanently damage beyond repair and had had to be terminated. While I did not like to do this to my drones, it had to be done. We had to overcome a few different problems in the creation of this new implant. A few of the problems we had encountered were that the interphase cloaking field did not form properly because the devise was not worn on the exterior of the body. This had led to a few nasty, and in one case very messy, accidents. Once we solved that problem we found that the interphase cloaking field did not always phase the Borg implants out of the space-time continuum the same way it did to the biological body; it was this problem that we had the hardest time correcting.
Shaleena and I were having our nightly meal, and my thoughts had drifted away from the meal to Species 426, who were known as the Krenim. The Krenim's Chroniton torpedo technology was similar in function to how interphase cloaking pushed an object out of the space-time continuum. I would of course have to adapt our torpedoes with interphase cloaking. The torpedo would be invisible and intangible until it was time for it to return to normal space to explode, making an enemy's shields and armor irrelevant.
"Naomi," Shaleena called, which snapped me out of my thoughts. "I can tell from the view port in my chambers that the Bajoran decoy ship is ready. When are you planning to go?"
"Tomorrow after my regeneration cycle," I answered.
"Very well then, I will meet you at the ship first thing tomorrow."
I shook my head at Shaleena's statement. "I am sorry Shaleena, but you are not coming with me tomorrow."
Shaleena frowned at me and replied. "Who is going to look after your back? You are risking getting caught alone in the heart of the Federation. Who knows what could happen."
I smiled at Shaleena. She was sort of cute when she was worried. "That is why you will be commanding my Diamond. If anything happens you can come and get me. This ship is the most powerful vessel in the collective right now, so everything should be fine. I will also have twenty drones with me so there is no need to worry so."
"Very well, but I am going to have a few cubes standing by, just in case. If anything happens I want to have overwhelming fire power to pull you out of there," Shaleena said very seriously.
I flashed Shaleena another smile. "Very well then, but now it is time for us to regenerate. Good night Shaleena."
"Good night Naomi," my friend replied, and stood up to disappear in a green transporter beam. I got up out of my own chair and went to my bedroom, laid down and fell asleep to the hum of my alcove bed.
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The following morning I was sitting in a chair, having my face altered by Shaleena to add creases across my nose and extra skin on my forehead to hide my small spikes. Once that was done, for the first time as the Borg Queen I removed my armor and put on a Bajoran dress, which was more revealing then my normal attire. The dress was made of a fine blue material that showed off my bare arms and came down to just above the knee. Because of this Shaleena had been forced to alter my skin pigmentation a bit so I did not look so pale. Finally I clipped an earring to my right ear. I did a little spin in front of Shaleena. At the same time I looked through her eyes at myself and asked, "How do I look? Do I look natural and not Borg like?"
"Naomi, you are attractive in whatever form you take, but to answer your question you look good and defiantly not like a Borg. Perhaps we should redesign your armor. I really like that dress," Shaleena complimented.
"I think you are right, I do look nice," I replied. "Perhaps we will take your idea under consideration, but right now it's time for me to go. The diamond is yours until I get back. You know what you need to do."
As I turned away from her and was getting ready to have the collective beam abort the decoy ship, Shaleena grabbed me in a nearly bone crushing hug. "Return to me Naomi, you hear me?" She said in a pained voice.
I hugged her back. "I will Shaleena, I will." It had amazed me how close Shaleena and I grown in such a short time. She was becoming something of a sister to me. I let go of Shaleena and was beamed aboard the Bajoran decoy ship. The drones on the bridge of the Bajoran decoy ship were ones that had been assimilated after I had become the queen. Therefore they looked natural, without any visible Borg implants. The collective had already modified the five bridge drones' bodies to look Bajoran. The other drones were a cross of new and old drones, however even the new drones still looked like a Borg drone, having a cybernetic arm and eye. These drones would remain hidden until I needed them. I sat down in the captain's chair and with a thought my diamond opened a transwarp aperture which would take me to a remote region in Spatial Grid 324. My diamond would maintain the conduit until I made it to Spatial Grid 324, which would take three days. This was possible thanks to my Diamond's large power system. I had decided not to install a transwarp drive on this ship to make it seem more authentic. It would not due well if the Federation scanners found that a Bajoran transport had a Borg transwarp drive.
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I spent the next three days in transwarp, designing an interphase cloak targeting system for a torpedo. When I was done with my mission, I would have the collective implement my newly designed torpedo across the Borg armada. Once the ship had exited the Transwarp aperture it took us another six hours at warp seven to get to Earth.
As we dropped out of warp and where approaching Earth, we were hailed. With a thought one of my drones activated the view screen. On the view screen I saw a middle aged man with graying hair and a beard. "My name is Commander Peterson, please state the reason for your visit."
"I am Rald Tiasha, and we are here to see the Emissary's home world," I replied, giving the man an eager smile. I almost felt like a child asking permission to go to a friend's house.
"Not to be rude, but aren't you a little young to be the captain of that ship?" Commander Peterson asked.
I hoped my cover story would work. "This is my father's ship, and he allowed me to use it for an educational and spiritual trip. Are we cleared to dock at Starbase one?" I asked in my best innocent voice. If things fell apart now my chances for survival were fairly low if any of the Borg technology on my ship, or the drones themselves, was detected.
"Yes Ms. Rald, I am sending you the docking procedures now. I hope you enjoy your time on Earth. Commander Peterson out."
I smiled to myself. It seemed my snotty daddy girl act had worked. With a thought my drones followed Commander Peterson's instructions. I could not help looking at the blue planet as we closed on the starbase. This was the place that had caused me so much pain and suffering. This was where my hopes and dreams had died, the place where Seven had died and where Naomi Wildman had fallen. I felt a few tears running down my face, and my hatred well up inside of. For a brief moment I was tempted to contact Shaleena and have her bring a fleet of Borg ships. No, I decided, it was not time, not yet, but someday it would be.
Within ten minutes we were docked at docking station 4381. It was almost time to get my old home back, but first I had a Trojan to plant. I commanded one of my drones through my link to the collective to beam me down at the visitor's entrance at Starfleet Headquarters.
A moment later I found my self in front of the large administration building. I quickly got my bearings and started walking down a side path that was very green and lush. Trees shaded me and I heard several birds chirping to each other. Closing my eyes for a moment, I saw myself walking these same paths with Seven. We had just beamed down from Voyager and exploring the sights neither of us had laid eyes on before. "This is beautiful," I had said, "don't you think so?"
"It is pleasant," Seven had answered, which was her way of saying she agreed with me. I'd hugged her then, feeling the happiest I'd ever been.
When I opened my eyes I found I was standing underneath the very same tree where Seven and I had embraced. The sadness I had suppressed threatened to overwhelm me, but with an effort I forced it down. I had a mission to complete.
A few minutes later I was sitting on a bench, waiting for the right moment to activate my new cloaking implant. Once I saw no one looking and my internal scanners did not detect anyone near by I activated the implant, and less then a second later I was invisible.
When I walked through the first wall I thought that I would feel a strange sensation, but that was not the case. I felt nothing at all, almost like nothing was there. I saw many different Starfleet officers, none of whom paid me any mind. No alarms where raised, and things where going as planned. It took me over ten minutes to make it to the secured mainframe room. My luck was holding, there was no one in the room aside from me.
I walked over to the computer core and took off a side panel, placing it on the ground. I then allowed my tubules to return to the normal space-time continuum and ejected them into the primary computer circuits. The pre-programmed Nano Probes where ejected into the system and quickly got to work making the necessary modifications, planting the Trojan and reconfiguring the solar arrays to start transmitting the stolen information on the back of a solar flare. I replaced the panel, had my tubicles re-cloak and sent a command to a waiting drone who would beam down and start hacking a network junction.
It took me another ten minutes to return back to the out of the way bench. I would remain cloaked until the drone who was hacking the network junction was ready to beam me aboard Voyager using the ship's own transporter system. A few minutes later I was informed through my link to the collective that the drone was successful in implanting my prerecorded message to the Federation counsel as well as a virus that would disrupt all communication systems for a few minutes. A link to Voyager's computer system was made using Seven of Nine's command codes; mine were not at a sufficient level to activate Voyager's transporters.
The drone in the sub network junction then beamed the nineteen drones that where still abort the decoy ship onto Voyager. Voyager's transporter was able to bypass the security screen protecting the ship. Then, using my connection to the collective, I was able to perfectly time when I would let down the cloak and when the beam would be activated. A few seconds later I saw my view of the ground of Starfleet disappear.
A/N: Sorry about taking so long to update I have been busy with my new job, also my beta was bit busy in giving me ch12 which I think you will all like. Please review and tell me what you think I like to read them.
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