First Contact 14:
Irrelevant
Six wanted to scream, but it had already been made clear that such actions where pointless. It had taken the new enemy a matter of seconds to disable over a dozen Basestars, more firepower than had been needed to eliminate the bulk of the Colonial fleet over Picon during the second Colonial/Cylon war. But just one ship, barely larger than a Basestar and completely spherical, had been enough to decimate a good proportion of the entire Cylon fleet.
The portal ahead of the queue of human-type Cylons; harsh light casting long shadows. Six looked up to see one of the Three's step out: the woman's normally tanned skin was pale, almost grey, and her left eye had been replaced with something almost like a camera lenses. She looked down, and saw that her former comrades clothing had been replaced with a grey coverall, while her left arm had been severed just below the elbow and replaced with a massive mechanical device of unknown origin or purpose.
"You are next." She looked at Six; her voice devoid of all emotion, "Step into the assimilation chamber."
"Who are you?" Six tried to back away, but a pair of likewise transformed Five's grabbed her arms and started to pull her forward, "What have you done to them?"
"We are the Borg." Three repeated the same statement that the unknown ship had broadcast when they had first encounter it, "You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile."
Six was going to respond when she felt something press against her neck. There was a stab of pain and it felt like ice water had been injected into her veins. The two Five's holding her released her arm, and she dropped to the deck, her body convulsing in pain. She tried to reach out for the nearest Resurrection Ship, but something was blocking her link: something massive, ancient and very, very cold, devoid of all emotion.
"We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own." A strange, multi-tonal voice spoke from inside her head, "Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile."
"We will not!" Six screamed back as loud as she could, fighting the strange presence for control of her own body, "The Cylon Empire will never surrender!"
"Irrelevant." The Voice tightened its grip, growing strangle feminine, "You will be assimilated."
"No!" Six begged, "We would rather die!"
"Death is irrelevant." The Voice replied, now sounding fully human, "I like you: you will be assigned to Unimatrix Zero." It laughed, "A six to replace Seven? How delicious..."
The End
(Battlestar Galactica/Star Trek: Voyager)