CHAPTER ONE
The bruised and bloody warrior raised his Bat'leth in an attempt to
stop the devastating arm coming down on top of him, he trust his sword
upward, hoping to deprive the beast of its arm , successfully the whirring
arm flew away in flash of sparks. He pivoted and dealt a fatal blow to his
opponents back, making the thing fall to the floor in a fit of agony.
Upon hearing the horribly familiar noise behind, the Klingon
automatically swung his sword behind him, but to no avail, the hideous
beast caught the blade in mid-swing and prevented it from going any
further, it reached forward and grabbed the Klingon by the shoulder,
proceeding to put its arm around the warrior's neck. Then and only then did
it speak its fatal speech. "We are the Borg, You will be assimilated.
Resistance is futile"
The warrior aloud himself a cry of anguish as he felt the long cold
assimilation tubicules puncture the skin on his neck and dig deep in to his
flesh. He was unprepared for the wave of pain that surged through him as
the fiery hot nanoprobes pumped through his veins, making them expand.
He could hear the voices of the collective and see their hands
panicking to pull him in, they were all despairing cries of help, Men,
Women, and Children. The Borg was truly savage, stopping for nothing. In
his mind he screamed at himself to stay focused on the battle field, and
although it hurt him to do it, to focus on the Borg as they attacked the
capitol city, the children fleeing in fright as their mothers and fathers
were slaughtered before their eyes, whilst the men fought hand to hand with
advancing Borg. The warrior himself had seen Chancellor Martok dragged
towards a group of Borg then transported away.
The Borg dropped him to the floor, and he lost his concentration, the
hands, the voices J'Al he cried as he felt himself being pulled towards the
oblivion of the hive-mind. He looked up as the Borg which had attacked him
walked towards a strange being, Human he decided, in the new Borg defense
amour that Starfleet had provided its warriors, he could see her long
female hair come down the sides of her helmet as she fired her weapon at
the Borg, about 150 of these new star fleet soldiers were running about the
streets of the capitol trying to defend Qu'onos, she saw the Borg in time
and fired a thick powerful purple beam at it, it span round as it fell, but
as it fell it vaporized, so all that hit the floor was an detectable shower
of broken molecules.
THE VOICES, so strong, so powerful, he cried out in total despair as he
felt him self slip once more into the collective, he was flashing in and
out of consciousness and nothingness, as he came into a flash of
consciousness he managed to stay in it long enough to see that woman
standing over him holding her rifle to his chest, and then he slipped one
last time into the dark void where there could be no hope of return, he was
now one of them.
The runabout rocked and shook around so much that Captain Elizabeth Shelby wondered if this was what it was like when the beloved Enterprise-D crashed on Veridian III 10 years ago. "Initiate final stage of touch down" she screamed over the whine of the buckling and breaching hull. Sparks flew and pieces of the ship rained down on them as the brave 20 made their final descent into the capitol, the port nacelle had been badly damaged from enemy fire as they left the shuttle bay on her nearly outdated Defiant class ship, and was now venting very large amounts of highly explosive antimatter, and the front view port had taken a direct hit from a ground based Borg phaser turret, but she knew that her ship the USS-Borg Runner was ready to beam her assault crew off the runabout should anything really bad happen. The runabout suddenly pitched forward at a 70 degree angle as it also began a deadly roll to port the crew were slammed to the deck as the ship spiraled out of control, she could hear the pilot giving her a report which she could barely hear over the warning klaxons and the sound of the runabout tearing itself to pieces. "We were hit by a particle weapon, engines offline, multiple major hull breaches, I've lost all control, warp core fluxuating we're gonna have a breach"! "Beam us down"! Shelby screamed. She half expected to have been blown into an infinite amount of molecules before she felt the familiar and reassuring feel of the transporter, beam her away from the doomed ship, but she did, and when she felt herself re-materialize she looked around to see if everyone was there, they were, except one. Commander Thomas Eugene Paris, her pilot. She scanned the skies with her eyes for the Runabout and saw the rear end of the tangled wreck erupt in a glorious display of orange and black flames as it sharply banked upward towards the sky. She slapped her communicator and shouted into it "Paris get the hell out of there" She looked up in despair as the flaming runabout continued its ascent. "Sorry captain but I've got to keep this baby on course otherwise you'll all die and would have destroyed everything on the northern continent, oh hell here it comes, oh sh..." The comm line went dead and Shelby continued to look as a sharp explosion shot out from the center of the 6 mile high ship like a raging animal then hungrily devoured the damaged remainder of the runabout in a spectacular display of detonating anti-matter as if it was its last chance of prey. "NO"! She screamed as the murder of Paris was shown in front of her in a blaze of glory. She lowered her head to brace for the incoming shockwave of the Warp Core explosion; a strong wind picked up very rapidly and created a huge sandstorm that encompassed the commando team as if the beast of death had not yet had its fill. A tremendous sound like the gods themselves were waging a terrible battle in the skies hit them; they all dropped to the floor as the enormity of the sound completely over powered them. Then it came. A ball of blue crackling energy expanded in all directions from the explosion point and as it hit them Shelby tried to stand but the decreasing force of the blast threw her about 10 meters over the comm line she heard Lieutenant Barras help in pain as the circuitry in her headpiece overloaded and burned her Blue Bolian face to a charred carnage. Shelby hit the ground and realized there were Klingons and Borg all fighting around her and the commando team, of which some lied there. Dead. Either from fire, some races such as the Vulcans, had weak internal organs and so the 2 Vulcans on her team lay there, dead, with liquid for organs, lying like a swimming pool, in their otherwise unscathed bodies. Shelby stood up to her full height and stared at the central command building, to the left of it there were about thirty Borg approaching, she couldn't be sure exactly how many because of the sorrow and hate surging through her tired body. Tired, but determined. She knew that the council members had to be saved, the delegates from the Federation and Romulan Empire, the assorted Guls and Legates from the Cardassian Union. What were they all doing on the Klingon home world any way? What they were doing was going to shape the outcome of this costly war, was going to give everyone one last stab at he Borg, a stab to create a fatal wound enough to bleed the Borg away into lost time, she had to save them. Shelby desperately rounded up the remaining, frightened few of her squad and started towards the command building, as she ran others gave up the fight with Borg and ran to the command building also, Klingons who were trying to preserve their world, to exterminate the bug called Borg. There must have been hundreds of Klingon warriors, Starfleet and Romulan soldiers, they all reached the towering doors at the entrance to the building, Shelby aimed her weapon at the door, others did the same "FIRE!" she shouted. The metal doors vaporized in a blinding flash and shower of molecules being torn apart. "WE HAVE TO GET THE DELEGATES AND COUNCIL MEMBERS TO THE ESCAPE CRAFT!" She screamed at the pinnacle of her voice, they all stormed the building with a growing sense of purpose. Captain Shelby and Centurion Sovula, a Romulan, ran along a wide deserted corridor lined with doors, "We must find them, what they are creating will be the Apocalypse of the Borg terror reign" Sovula stated. "I know, this door has a dampening field in operation" she said as she waved the tricorder over the small cold metal door "on three" she whispered as she looked at Sovula with a desperate look of hope. "Two". "One". Both of them fired their weapons at the door and it crumpled in front of them into smoky air just as four Klingons rounded the corner. All six stepped into the room, it was oval, and in the middle, a Klingon meeting table with twenty four tall backed Klingon chairs surrounding it, in the chairs was seated twenty two delegates from the four major powers of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, President Auron Kyron and his admirals from the Federation, Chancellor Lokar and his senators from the Romulan Empire, Legate A'Jon and her Guls from the Cardassian Union but, Chancellor Martok and Ambassador Worf were gone, all of the delegates rose from their seats "We have to get out of here" said A'Jon, strong determination to survive in her eyes, typical for a Cardassian. Sovula spoke quickly with desperation, a need to survive, again, typical of a Romulan as loud explosion shook the room and dust rained down from the ceiling, "Agreed Cardassian now let's MOVE IT!" Everyone hastily removed themselves from the room led by Captain Shelby and Centurion Sovula, they led the frightened delegates around the dark corridors of the central building towards the only exit, and again I shall state a typicality of a certain species. Klingons. One entrance, only one way for attackers to get in, only one way for cowardly warriors not ravenous enough for the meal of battle to get out, not pretty.
The runabout rocked and shook around so much that Captain Elizabeth Shelby wondered if this was what it was like when the beloved Enterprise-D crashed on Veridian III 10 years ago. "Initiate final stage of touch down" she screamed over the whine of the buckling and breaching hull. Sparks flew and pieces of the ship rained down on them as the brave 20 made their final descent into the capitol, the port nacelle had been badly damaged from enemy fire as they left the shuttle bay on her nearly outdated Defiant class ship, and was now venting very large amounts of highly explosive antimatter, and the front view port had taken a direct hit from a ground based Borg phaser turret, but she knew that her ship the USS-Borg Runner was ready to beam her assault crew off the runabout should anything really bad happen. The runabout suddenly pitched forward at a 70 degree angle as it also began a deadly roll to port the crew were slammed to the deck as the ship spiraled out of control, she could hear the pilot giving her a report which she could barely hear over the warning klaxons and the sound of the runabout tearing itself to pieces. "We were hit by a particle weapon, engines offline, multiple major hull breaches, I've lost all control, warp core fluxuating we're gonna have a breach"! "Beam us down"! Shelby screamed. She half expected to have been blown into an infinite amount of molecules before she felt the familiar and reassuring feel of the transporter, beam her away from the doomed ship, but she did, and when she felt herself re-materialize she looked around to see if everyone was there, they were, except one. Commander Thomas Eugene Paris, her pilot. She scanned the skies with her eyes for the Runabout and saw the rear end of the tangled wreck erupt in a glorious display of orange and black flames as it sharply banked upward towards the sky. She slapped her communicator and shouted into it "Paris get the hell out of there" She looked up in despair as the flaming runabout continued its ascent. "Sorry captain but I've got to keep this baby on course otherwise you'll all die and would have destroyed everything on the northern continent, oh hell here it comes, oh sh..." The comm line went dead and Shelby continued to look as a sharp explosion shot out from the center of the 6 mile high ship like a raging animal then hungrily devoured the damaged remainder of the runabout in a spectacular display of detonating anti-matter as if it was its last chance of prey. "NO"! She screamed as the murder of Paris was shown in front of her in a blaze of glory. She lowered her head to brace for the incoming shockwave of the Warp Core explosion; a strong wind picked up very rapidly and created a huge sandstorm that encompassed the commando team as if the beast of death had not yet had its fill. A tremendous sound like the gods themselves were waging a terrible battle in the skies hit them; they all dropped to the floor as the enormity of the sound completely over powered them. Then it came. A ball of blue crackling energy expanded in all directions from the explosion point and as it hit them Shelby tried to stand but the decreasing force of the blast threw her about 10 meters over the comm line she heard Lieutenant Barras help in pain as the circuitry in her headpiece overloaded and burned her Blue Bolian face to a charred carnage. Shelby hit the ground and realized there were Klingons and Borg all fighting around her and the commando team, of which some lied there. Dead. Either from fire, some races such as the Vulcans, had weak internal organs and so the 2 Vulcans on her team lay there, dead, with liquid for organs, lying like a swimming pool, in their otherwise unscathed bodies. Shelby stood up to her full height and stared at the central command building, to the left of it there were about thirty Borg approaching, she couldn't be sure exactly how many because of the sorrow and hate surging through her tired body. Tired, but determined. She knew that the council members had to be saved, the delegates from the Federation and Romulan Empire, the assorted Guls and Legates from the Cardassian Union. What were they all doing on the Klingon home world any way? What they were doing was going to shape the outcome of this costly war, was going to give everyone one last stab at he Borg, a stab to create a fatal wound enough to bleed the Borg away into lost time, she had to save them. Shelby desperately rounded up the remaining, frightened few of her squad and started towards the command building, as she ran others gave up the fight with Borg and ran to the command building also, Klingons who were trying to preserve their world, to exterminate the bug called Borg. There must have been hundreds of Klingon warriors, Starfleet and Romulan soldiers, they all reached the towering doors at the entrance to the building, Shelby aimed her weapon at the door, others did the same "FIRE!" she shouted. The metal doors vaporized in a blinding flash and shower of molecules being torn apart. "WE HAVE TO GET THE DELEGATES AND COUNCIL MEMBERS TO THE ESCAPE CRAFT!" She screamed at the pinnacle of her voice, they all stormed the building with a growing sense of purpose. Captain Shelby and Centurion Sovula, a Romulan, ran along a wide deserted corridor lined with doors, "We must find them, what they are creating will be the Apocalypse of the Borg terror reign" Sovula stated. "I know, this door has a dampening field in operation" she said as she waved the tricorder over the small cold metal door "on three" she whispered as she looked at Sovula with a desperate look of hope. "Two". "One". Both of them fired their weapons at the door and it crumpled in front of them into smoky air just as four Klingons rounded the corner. All six stepped into the room, it was oval, and in the middle, a Klingon meeting table with twenty four tall backed Klingon chairs surrounding it, in the chairs was seated twenty two delegates from the four major powers of the Alpha and Beta Quadrants, President Auron Kyron and his admirals from the Federation, Chancellor Lokar and his senators from the Romulan Empire, Legate A'Jon and her Guls from the Cardassian Union but, Chancellor Martok and Ambassador Worf were gone, all of the delegates rose from their seats "We have to get out of here" said A'Jon, strong determination to survive in her eyes, typical for a Cardassian. Sovula spoke quickly with desperation, a need to survive, again, typical of a Romulan as loud explosion shook the room and dust rained down from the ceiling, "Agreed Cardassian now let's MOVE IT!" Everyone hastily removed themselves from the room led by Captain Shelby and Centurion Sovula, they led the frightened delegates around the dark corridors of the central building towards the only exit, and again I shall state a typicality of a certain species. Klingons. One entrance, only one way for attackers to get in, only one way for cowardly warriors not ravenous enough for the meal of battle to get out, not pretty.