The students ran as fast as they could, but it was to no avail. There was nothing to be done. The strange craft had come during the half-time show at the homecoming football game. The homecoming royalty were seated in their thrones at the fifty yard line when the vehicle landed. It was small, about the size of a tool shed. A hatch opened and six Borg emerged. Most of the assembled crowd thought that this was a magnificent part of the show, however. That was the general concensus, at least, until one of the Borg walked up to the homecoming king and injected him with something. They did something similar to the queen. Then, in a brilliant flash of light, more of the aliens appeared in the stands. They started grabbing the students and spectators and injecting them with the same substance they had used on the homecoming court. Now the students of the high school were getting nervous. But, of course, it was far too late. The students who had been injected were already succumbing to the will of the collective and helping to assimilate their classmates. The two police officers that came to each football game as a precautionary measure were easily overcome, since the aliens were shielding themselves from the bullets. The assimilation was almost too easy; as the number of students assimilated rose, so did the number of assimilations, exponentially. Soon most of the 2000 students in attendance had been assimilated. Another 500 were infected with small numbers of nanoprobes purposefully, so they would go home or, in some cases, to hospitals, and spread the nanoprobes further. Slowly, the Earth was losing its humanity to the Borg.
* * *
Meanwhile, the collective had made great progress. They had dismantled their sphere to use for resoures and had now moved out of orbit completely, leaving no evidence that they had ever been in space. Construction of an interplexing beacon in Arizona had been completed, and a signal was sent to the collective. Two important ships had loaded the last bits of the sphere into their holds and were on their way to important destinations. The first used its transwarp drive to rendezvous with the collective in the Delta Quadrant. It would give the Borg of the period an update of sorts. But instead of showing how to use new technologies and construct them, the consciousness of the 24th century Borg would be integrated with that of the 21st century Borg. Then the nanoprobes would take care of the rest of the work, modifying all the ships and drones in the collective to be exactly as the 24th century knew them to be. And then it would bring reinforcements, cubes armed with perfect 24th century weaponry and transwarp drive. Stations would be built, defenses positioned. The Borg would finish with Earth, then colonize the rest of the planets in the Sol system. Then they would move on to the Klingon Empire, the Romulans, the Vulcans, the Andorians, the Zarthans, Bugs, Cepillapoids, Cardassians, Bajorans, Kazon, perhaps even Species 8472. Efforts could be made to assimilate the Q, other dimensions, other realities, then galaxies and universes far beyond the reach of any other species. The entirety of the universe, the very fabric of time and space, could be assimilated. Could be mastered, captured, and tamed.
But first came Earth, the target of the Borg at this time. The collective would arrive with reinforcements in four days; three for the small ship to reach the Delta Quadrant at transwarp and one day to update the collective. Then the Borg would send ships through a transwarp hub, and they would arrive in a matter of moments.
The other ship's destination was much closer. Heavily shielded and armed, it headed towards a well-guarded base in the remote desert of Nevada...
* * *
"Zed! We need out of here NOW!" K yelled into his communicator.
"Emergency?"
"Level 5."
"Okay, have you back in a minute."
K stopped running and called out to J, "Stand still, kid."
"What?" J asked as he stopped. "They're after us!"
No sooner did he speak the words than he saw K explode. He had glown with an unearthly light and then, POOF! He was gone. J look at his own hands, saw them begin to glow, too. Then he felt himself pulled in a direction he didn't know existed. Suddenly, he was back at MIB headquarters, looking very startled.
"Matter transporter." Zed said. "Got it from the Akerians."
"What's the situation?" K asked.
"The aliens have disassembled their ship into a bunch of smaller ships. One flew off into deep space. The rest descended on the Earth, landing near all sorts of targets: Military instillations, civilian areas, remote villages in Africa. There's no rhyme or reason to it."
"Have we got any.." J was interrupted.
"Message incoming!" K said. "From Vandenburg AFB. No visual, but its on everything: Radio, microwave, a few sources I don't even recognize."
"Put it up."
A flat mechanical voice came over the speakers.
"We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile." The message cut out.
"That was broadcast in every langage to every device that could recieve it across the world."
Zed said, "Initiate protocol 7-1-3. We have an invasion on our hands."
* * *
Meanwhile, the collective had made great progress. They had dismantled their sphere to use for resoures and had now moved out of orbit completely, leaving no evidence that they had ever been in space. Construction of an interplexing beacon in Arizona had been completed, and a signal was sent to the collective. Two important ships had loaded the last bits of the sphere into their holds and were on their way to important destinations. The first used its transwarp drive to rendezvous with the collective in the Delta Quadrant. It would give the Borg of the period an update of sorts. But instead of showing how to use new technologies and construct them, the consciousness of the 24th century Borg would be integrated with that of the 21st century Borg. Then the nanoprobes would take care of the rest of the work, modifying all the ships and drones in the collective to be exactly as the 24th century knew them to be. And then it would bring reinforcements, cubes armed with perfect 24th century weaponry and transwarp drive. Stations would be built, defenses positioned. The Borg would finish with Earth, then colonize the rest of the planets in the Sol system. Then they would move on to the Klingon Empire, the Romulans, the Vulcans, the Andorians, the Zarthans, Bugs, Cepillapoids, Cardassians, Bajorans, Kazon, perhaps even Species 8472. Efforts could be made to assimilate the Q, other dimensions, other realities, then galaxies and universes far beyond the reach of any other species. The entirety of the universe, the very fabric of time and space, could be assimilated. Could be mastered, captured, and tamed.
But first came Earth, the target of the Borg at this time. The collective would arrive with reinforcements in four days; three for the small ship to reach the Delta Quadrant at transwarp and one day to update the collective. Then the Borg would send ships through a transwarp hub, and they would arrive in a matter of moments.
The other ship's destination was much closer. Heavily shielded and armed, it headed towards a well-guarded base in the remote desert of Nevada...
* * *
"Zed! We need out of here NOW!" K yelled into his communicator.
"Emergency?"
"Level 5."
"Okay, have you back in a minute."
K stopped running and called out to J, "Stand still, kid."
"What?" J asked as he stopped. "They're after us!"
No sooner did he speak the words than he saw K explode. He had glown with an unearthly light and then, POOF! He was gone. J look at his own hands, saw them begin to glow, too. Then he felt himself pulled in a direction he didn't know existed. Suddenly, he was back at MIB headquarters, looking very startled.
"Matter transporter." Zed said. "Got it from the Akerians."
"What's the situation?" K asked.
"The aliens have disassembled their ship into a bunch of smaller ships. One flew off into deep space. The rest descended on the Earth, landing near all sorts of targets: Military instillations, civilian areas, remote villages in Africa. There's no rhyme or reason to it."
"Have we got any.." J was interrupted.
"Message incoming!" K said. "From Vandenburg AFB. No visual, but its on everything: Radio, microwave, a few sources I don't even recognize."
"Put it up."
A flat mechanical voice came over the speakers.
"We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile." The message cut out.
"That was broadcast in every langage to every device that could recieve it across the world."
Zed said, "Initiate protocol 7-1-3. We have an invasion on our hands."