Disclaimer: I don't own Voyager places or people. I don't really want to own the Borg…because then I'd be the Borg queen…but on with the story.
Chapter One: Borha-Garen
Nikaal Dahen was the last on the team to arrive. He dashed in ten minutes after everyone else. He knew his team leader would disapprove. If he were a surgeon, his lateness could cost lives. But he had been delayed.
"You're late, Second Dahen."
"I know. I apologize."
The team leader, Sohari, was an intimidating woman. Of all those in the room, she had the most cybernetic implants. It was rare to see someone with none, but this woman had too many. One entire arm, shoulder, and side of her head were covered in sleek metal annd green lights. Sohari was quite beautiful, but she had too much machinery. And she was a perfectionist, which often made her difficult to work with.
"We need a project name."
"We could use the old language."
That suggestion had come from Third Mitara Kiptu, a young biologist with a cybernetic eye. She was also fascinated with history, so it seemed natural that such an idea would come from her.
"Acceptable. Suggestions?"
"One as many. How about we just translate our slogan?"
"I'll look it up."
Mitara used her implants to locate the translation.
"Borha-Garen. One-many."
"Acceptable. One syllable for quick reference."
"Bren?"
"Borg?"
"Borg sounds good."
"Acceptable. Project Borha-Garen. Forshortening, Borg."