CHAPTER 4
The Chatterer from Pinhead's army attacked first as he leaped into the air toward the Queen with his arms stretched and hands out in a clawing form, ready to strangle her. The attempt did not prove fruitful as the Kelpien's plasma rifle arm reached out to clothesline the demon. As the Cenobite was struck down on his back, a drone at the Queen's righthand positioned himself into a boxing motion as he emitted four spearlike assimilation tubules that protruded a few inches from his knuckles. He then lunged forward and hurled the spiked fist aimed at the female Cenobite standing at Pinhead's lefthand side, making an attempt to inject her in the neck with nanoprobes to assimilate. While she managed to catch the bionic zombie's fist with both of her hands before the tubules could make contact with her, he still overpowered her, thrusting forward against her as she resisted, causing them both to go down with him on top of her as she wrestled to push him off.
Seeing as how the drones were managing an upper hand in this battle, the Siamese Cenobites stepped forward to their enemies slowly while calculating, being very aware of what the drones' defenses entailed - brute strength as well as impaling weaponry. While assimilation was the Borg name of the game, it wasn't completely foreign to what the Cenobite brothers had in mind for these robotic undead. They came face to face with two remaining drones and quickly grabbed them by the sides of their skulls. As the drones struggled, one trying to push away and the other punching away at the twins' faces to no avail, still holding on to the drones' heads, the Siamese brothers detached from each other and positioned each other on both ends of the lined up drones. As they were sandwiched side by side against their will, the Borg were met with their own bloody assimilation into the leather-clad bodies of their enemies. Bookended and crushed, then flesh and bone consumed altogether, the drones wormed away in agony and into the flesh of the Siamese Cenobites.
The Queen witnessed in horror as to what the twins had done to her two drones. Still shaken from the attempt on her life from moments prior, with her eyes shot agape, she said to Pinhead, "Is this what it must come to, netherworlder? A battle between two forces, none more powerful than the other? I know a formidable match when I see one, but I caution restraint as I won't exercise it myself. Your attacks on us will not prevail. I warn you, surrender and be assimilated or be destroyed." She knew that while she was now uncertain of the outcome of this battle, a declaration of some kind of possible victory had to be made. The fangs and hiss now had to do the talking.
Pinhead, now wearing a confident grin, knew the smell in the air. It was the exquisite stench of fear he'd known to relish from his tormented on Earth all those years. "You speak with a sense of foreboding that does not surprise me and you are right to do so," he told her. "Me, I am done talking. I see now it will gain us nothing, for the only gain to be had is pain. So it is, has been, and always shall be. You have wasted enough of our time. It is now time to die, slowly and painfully."
Without waiting further demands, the stout and overweight Cenobite known as Butterball sauntered over to the drone overpowering the female Cenobite, bent over and grabbed him by the head with both hands, picked him up off of her, and flung him at the last standing drone across the lair, but not letting go of his head, forcing the drone's head to remain in Butterball's grip while the body went flying and smashing into the drone. The drone and his now decapitated comrade's dead body went hurling against the nearest wall, rendering the surviving drone unconscious. The last remaining drone other than the Queen was now the Kelpien and the outcome of the encounter now seemed ominous for the Borg, but the Queen was confident that the fight was far from over.
With a commanding thought, she telepathically summoned two more unimatrices into the lair to outnumber the looming threat. Pinhead returned the gesture by raising his hand again to summon his army from the white oblivion behind him and he unknowingly summoned his soldiers in equal numbers. It wasn't long until Pinhead's grin stopped fully mirroring his confidence in the situation. Hell was hell, but this was going to get very ugly.