~~~FLASHBACK~~~~
I sit beside a lake. This planet is nice: I'm glad Janeway was able to arrange shore leave.
Janeway is painting. I've never seen the captain off duty before. She looks different, her hair falling across her face, a few splatters of paint on her clothes. And her hair, too.
B'Elenna and Tom are some ways away, in the lake, splashing each other with water, laughing and having a great time. It's nice to see B'Elenna not being all Klingon-y for once.
Even the Doctor's here, taking pictures with his holo-cam. He heads over to where I'm sitting.
"Ensign, could you turn this way for a moment?"
I grin and do so, brushing my hair out of my face. He takes a picture. "Thank you, Ensign."
"Welcome, Doctor." I turn back to the lake again. I don't see the dark shape in the sky.
B'Elenna sees it first. "Borg cube!" she yells, running out of the lake, soaking wet. Tom follows.
I jump to my feet, running to the spot the pattern enhance are set up. There is some sort of odd field in the sky that prevents normal transport. I don't know more then that. I'm a medic, not an engineer.
The Doctor removes his moble emitter and throws it. It lands safely by one of the enhance. He disappears.
I trip over a root, and in the few moments it takes to get to my feet, the Borg beam in. I see the horrified look on Janeway's face as she has no chose but to tell Voyager to beam the rest of the crew up, leaving me behind.
A drone beams down a foot away from where I now sit. He/she/it grabs my arm. I try to pull away. It's hopeless.
A transporter energizes, and I am on the cube. Dark, spooky, and full of Borg. Naturally, I'm scared way past the point of doing anything.
The voice of the Collective. We did holo-sims at the Academy, complete with sound, so I've heard that voice before. But this is different than it is on a nice, safe, holodeck.
"We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. We will add your biological and technological distictiveness to our own. Resistance is futile."
All I can think is that I really, really, really think that shore leave was a bad idea.
I am forced onto an assimilation table and strapped to it.
A drone walks right though the force field that covers the entrance to this room. She- I can tell this drone is female- walks to the side of the table.
"Existence as you know it is over." she says, as she thrusts her assimation tubes into my neck. I scream, in both fear and pain. Then I pass out.
~~~END FLASHBACK~~~
Review! This is my first fanfic...It stinks, doesn't it? Let me know if it does...or if it doesnt.
I sit beside a lake. This planet is nice: I'm glad Janeway was able to arrange shore leave.
Janeway is painting. I've never seen the captain off duty before. She looks different, her hair falling across her face, a few splatters of paint on her clothes. And her hair, too.
B'Elenna and Tom are some ways away, in the lake, splashing each other with water, laughing and having a great time. It's nice to see B'Elenna not being all Klingon-y for once.
Even the Doctor's here, taking pictures with his holo-cam. He heads over to where I'm sitting.
"Ensign, could you turn this way for a moment?"
I grin and do so, brushing my hair out of my face. He takes a picture. "Thank you, Ensign."
"Welcome, Doctor." I turn back to the lake again. I don't see the dark shape in the sky.
B'Elenna sees it first. "Borg cube!" she yells, running out of the lake, soaking wet. Tom follows.
I jump to my feet, running to the spot the pattern enhance are set up. There is some sort of odd field in the sky that prevents normal transport. I don't know more then that. I'm a medic, not an engineer.
The Doctor removes his moble emitter and throws it. It lands safely by one of the enhance. He disappears.
I trip over a root, and in the few moments it takes to get to my feet, the Borg beam in. I see the horrified look on Janeway's face as she has no chose but to tell Voyager to beam the rest of the crew up, leaving me behind.
A drone beams down a foot away from where I now sit. He/she/it grabs my arm. I try to pull away. It's hopeless.
A transporter energizes, and I am on the cube. Dark, spooky, and full of Borg. Naturally, I'm scared way past the point of doing anything.
The voice of the Collective. We did holo-sims at the Academy, complete with sound, so I've heard that voice before. But this is different than it is on a nice, safe, holodeck.
"We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. We will add your biological and technological distictiveness to our own. Resistance is futile."
All I can think is that I really, really, really think that shore leave was a bad idea.
I am forced onto an assimilation table and strapped to it.
A drone walks right though the force field that covers the entrance to this room. She- I can tell this drone is female- walks to the side of the table.
"Existence as you know it is over." she says, as she thrusts her assimation tubes into my neck. I scream, in both fear and pain. Then I pass out.
~~~END FLASHBACK~~~
Review! This is my first fanfic...It stinks, doesn't it? Let me know if it does...or if it doesnt.
