Drone 10 of 12, Secondary Adjunct of Unimatrix 4255 activate.
The Borg drone awoke and left his regeneration unit.
Drone 10 of 12, Secondary Adjunct of Unimatrix 4255 readjust shield harmonics.
The Collective did not have to tell him why to do this or even how to change them. All information was instantly shared with every member. Right now the ship was
about to encounter another ship and they were about to assimilate.
The Collective had been engaged in many more assimilation missions then in the last few years. Ever since it's loss of the Transwarp Hub ten years ago at the hand's of the Federation Starship Voyager the Collective had been bidding it's time and rebuilding the Hub. Captain Janeway had done much damage to the Borg, but finally it was the Borg's time again.
The Federation had figured they had destroyed the Queen, but she was more resilient then they could comprehend. She was onboard the cube that was destroyed at Wolf 359, Picard and Data, the android, on the Enterprise-E both thought they had destroyed her- but she lived on to deal with Voyager and the annoying Captain Janeway.
All assimilation was kept in the Delta Quadrant because the Queen knew that if the human species got word of new Borg activity they would immediately go after the Collective with all of the Alpha Quadrant at their side. No, it was much better to work in the Delta Quadrant in those parts untainted by Voyager.
Drone 10 went about his business neither looking at or talking to anyone around him. That just was not need if you were Borg. He reached the shield matrix and began to make his adaptation for the current species. They were species 7495, technologically deficient, they only achieved warp drive recently, but their biology made them good assimilation candidates. Drone 10 quickly finished his work.
All biological assimilators prepare for new drones.
At that order over three dozen drones activated and made their way to the assimilation chamber. The Borg only had three types of drones minus the Queen. There were medical/biological assimilation, tactical/assimilation starters, and engineering/technological assimilation drone. Each drone was designed to fit one of these categories during assimilation. Drone 10 was one of the tactical drones. It was his job to board ships, attack, defend, and shoot anyone he touched full of nanoprobes to begin the assimilation process. In an emergency situation it was possible for the nanoprobes to go against the drone's default setting and completely assimilate someone.
Tactical drones prepare for boarding of alien vessel.
This was it time for Drone 10 to do what he was designed to do.
Things were not going well for the crew of the Rajantan warp vessel. After a year in space they had explored much of the space surrounding their star system and encountered many interesting sites. Including a nebula that would render all technology useless. Luckily, they discovered it with probes and never actually flew into it. Today they were cataloging rocks from a moon orbiting a planet near their home world. It was boring and everyone on the ship wished they would meet someone. This was very worrisome to everyone aboard. The only reason their planet's space program existed in the first place was they convinced the leaders of their planet that they would be able to find other forms of life out here amongst the stars. The captain never let onto the crew just how bad things really were. The truth was, if they did not find so much as a microbe within the next month the entire space agency would be completely shutdown. There was just no way this could happen. They would become the laughing stocks of their entire planet.
"Operations," he said meaning the male of their species who was manning the sensor array. It was actually very difficult to tell a male Rajantan from a female. The only true way to tell the difference was the males gave off a slightly stronger odor then the females. Mating was even more complicated and caused more embarrassing moments then the whole history of Earth could produce.
"Yes, Captain?"
"Anything yet?"
"Still nothing, Captain." The captain slunk back in his chair. "Sir, I am reading metallic mass."
"Yes?" the captain said excited.
"And, Captain, it seems to be in the form of a perfect cube."
"Odd. On screen."
The metallic cube came into view. Obviously, it was not natural. Clearly, someone had made this. Finally, they would prove to everyone back home that they were
right.
"Quick, try to open communications."
"They are already opening communications, Captain."
Wow! What am I going to say! This is our first contact with aliens! He tried to calm himself down. He began to open his mouth to speak when he saw strange looking men with machines in their bodies appear on the screen. It was odd, but he just chalked it up to being a part of their species.
"Greetings, on half of the Rajanta Republic I would like to..."
"We are the Borg! Resistence is futile! We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us."
"Sorry" was the first and only word or question to come to his mind.
The Borg did not answer. The captain was worried and afraid.
"Captain, should we arm weapons?" asked Tactical Officer.
"No, take no provocative action."
Was this what warp drive was going to get for them? Enemies? If only Captain knew that if the Borg had their way whole world of Rajantan would be assimilated by the end of the day. Before Captain could think of any defensive actions to take two Borg Drones were in the middle of his bridge.
"Get them!" Captain ordered vaguely.
The Rajantan crew did not know what to do. War and fighting just was not a part of who they were. In the whole history of their world there had not been even a single war. Two security officers ran toward the drones with an attempt to knock the drones over. This landed them on the floor instead.
Drone 10 knew what he had to do once he knocked one of the crew to the floor. He quickly lowered his hand to the alien's throat and injected nanoprobes into it to begin the assimilation process. His counterpart did the same.
Drone 10 of 12 Secondary Adjunct of Unimatrix 4255 begin technology assimilation.
He walked to the closest console to him, which happened to be the engineering station. He began injecting the nanoprobes. Once the resistence on board the more specialized drones would beam in and take over the job. 10's counterpart began assimilating the rest of the crew.
The Captain looked around his bridge and saw the chaos. His crew were being attacked and his bridge was beginning to show strange green symbols on every screen. He had no choice. For the first time in his life he had to attempt something daring. The two aliens were busy at their work. If he could get to the helm maybe he could fly the ship into the nebula, which was a few thousand meters in front of them. It would render everything on the ship useless and he would have to make an emergency landing on their world, but hopefully it would stop these aliens.
He started toward the helm. The aliens were ignoring him. He listened to the screams of the rest of his crew. Though it pained him throughly he said and did nothing so hat he would not draw attention to himself. The alien at the engineering station had moved on to sensor. The captain was moving slowly. Getting closer and closer he made his way to helm station. Finally, taking a deep breath he sat in the chair. Then he hit the first coordinate.
Alert! Alert! Drone 10 of 12 Secondary Adjunct of Unimatrix 4255, cease assimilation activities and intercept member of Species 7245.
Drone 10 moved as quickly as his Borg legs would allow him, but he was too late. He injected the nanoprobes into the Species 7245 member then the helm console to help him stop the ship. The ship took off toward the nebula fast. The cube gave chase and followed the ship. Soon, both ships entered the nebula.
The Borg Cube attempted to lock a tractor beam. Nothing was happening the tractor beam failed. Both ships began to be affected by the nebula. For, the Rajantan's first the power began blinking in and out, causing many different problems all at once. Computer consoles all over the ship. The engines hailed causing it to slow but momentum kept it hurtling through the nebula. The Borg Cube followed behind still at it's original speed and smashed into the Rajantan vessel. Drone 10 was knocked from the helm and back toward a turbolift. The Collective instructed him to enter the turbolift and seal the door behind him.
His cube was in bad shape. Regeneration units were exploding with drones still in them. The survivors were attempting repairs, but with technologies failing all around them this proved impossible. Things were so bad on the ship that the nebula managed to get the Queen's attention. She watched what was going on in the cube, and knew that was all she could do for now. This nebula threatened perfection. The Borg must find a way to adapt to or eliminate this threat.
The Rajantan vessel and the Borg Cube continued to deteriorate as they both made there way, now by momentum, toward the end of the nebula. Once the ships reached the end fo the nebula they faced a new danger. They were picked up by the planet's gravitational field.
Inside the turbolift Drone 10 might have been afraid if he hand any feelings of his own. All he was doing now was moving to different positions in the turbolift as the Collective issued orders to protect him. The shields of both vessels had failed and they were being pulled toward the planet. The ships took a hard fiery hit when they began to enter the atmosphere.
That hit knocked Drone 10 off balance and his head smashed into the back of the turbolift, and there was a shower of sparks from his neck. He then fell onto the floor unconscious. He did not regain conscious for hours.
Attempting connection to Collective... Connection to Collective unavailable. Activating emergency protocols... Listing protocols.
1. Reestablish contact with Collective
2. Assimilate surrounding population
3. Regeneration required
Drone 10 activated his arm tool unit and used the buzz saw cutter to make his way out of the turbolift. Once he was out he started scanning; no life form readings. He made his way out of the ship continuing to scan every body he came across. Unfortunately, still no survivors.
Emergency Protocols... Search vessel for any sign of life or useful technology. It took hours to search the wreckage even with his advanced Borg technology, but in the end there was nothing. Drone 10's Emergency Protocol Computer came across the only conclusion.
Drone 10 was completely alone.
