Part 1 - Fires of Revolution

Chapter 21 - Battle at Headquarters

Edward was transferred back to headquarters from the SGC Resurgence. He was exhausted. Why did diplomacy always have to involve so much disagreement? He stepped off the transfer pad and stopped. The Doctor was leaning against the wall next to the door.

"Is something up, Doctor?" He asked him.

"Err...so, so."

Edward narrowed his eyes.

"Am I required to report to the medical room to see one of those kids being put in a coffin?"

"More like taken out of one."

"Stop speaking in riddles and tell me what happened. That's an order."

"Oh, yes sir." The Time Lord replied sarcastically. "Follow me."

He took Edward to the medical room.

"In there." He said, pointing to a door to an operation theatre.

"I don't think I want to go in. Since your mission involved Borg I'm guessing someone was assimilated?"

"Yes. The girl was. The boy then tried to throw himself out of an airlock with grief, only to discover the world between worlds is an ocean of air and that throwing yourself out an airlock won't kill you."

Edward massaged his forehead.

"How's Gwen doing?"

"We recruited an ex-Borg called Seven of Nine to help us sort her out. She's been in there for a couple of hours."

He sighed.

"Where's Miles now?"

"Confined to quarters with a security officer on guard."

"I had better go and see him. I assume he knows she's back?"

"No. We weren't sure if we should."

"It might be an idea to."

Edward turned to leave, but his com badge beeped twice. He tapped it.

"Admiral Melbourne speaking."

"Admiral, this is ops. We have incoming."

"What?"

"A massive Borg fleet is coming out of a golden gate."

"Acknowledged. Station to code red. All personnel report to battle stations."

The lights in headquarters went slightly darker. Red lights began to flash slowly. A klaxon screamed a horrible sound.

"Melbourne to Resurgence, one for transfer."

A moment later, Edward took his seat on the bridge of the SGC Resurgence again.

"And here I was hoping for a holiday." He muttered.

"I think we all were, sir. What are your orders?"

"Defend the station. Pretty obvious, I would have thought."

The Resurgence and the rest of the resistance fleet opened fire on the Borg ships. The Borg returned fire.

"How many of those ships are there?" Asked Edward.

"About five hundred, sir. Four hundred cubes, a hundred spheres and probes. Oh, and we're already losing. The Borg are picking our ships off one at a time."

The Resurgence shook as a piece of debris hurtled into it. Its rotary cannons belched out bullets relentlessly.

"Sir, the Borg have adapted to most of the energy weapons in the fleet."

"Tell those ships to move forwards and cover the ships which use projectile weapons."

"Aye."

Sanctuary II drifted into position in front of the Resurgence. Resurgence continued to unleash its judgement through the gaps between its wings.

"Admiral, we're receiving a call from headquarters. Borg are transporting aboard."

"We can't help there. That's down to station security."

Miles was sitting on the floor of his quarters, his head between his knees, trying to block out the sound of the klaxon. He didn't know what it meant, nor did he care much. Suddenly, he heard a shout from outside the room. Pulling his mask on, he walked to the doors and opened them to discover the security guard outside fighting a Borg drone. The drone had adapted to their weapon. Miles fired a web at the drone and yanked it so that his target clattered to the floor. He smashed his foot into its head. He stared down at the machine's wreckage then turned to the security guard. Miles had a small moment of realisation; he felt like an idiot. If he had succeeded when trying to throw himself out the airlock, this guard would have been assimilated. And they would not be the only one. He sprinted back into his quarters and hastily changed into his suit. Since Gwen was gone, he would avenge her memory. He took a second to look out the window and saw the fleet being butchered by the Borg. So, it would be the end of the resistance. Then it would be the greatest ending in history. He turned and left again. The guard was looking either way down the corridor, waiting for more Borg.

"Come with me. We'll go to the medical room first and work our way out from there. That way we can help the wounded."

The guard nodded. They sprinted down the corridor and into the nearest lift.

"Medical room."

"Sorry, Mr Morales. Your permit has been revoked. Shall I play you a tune to cheer you up?" Replied the elevator.

The guard sighed.

"Computer, medical room." They said.

"Understood."

The elevator whizzed away and soon reached its destination. The floor was filled with fights between guards and Borg. Miles could see the entrance to the medical room down the hall. A fight was going on outside it. He fired webs at the walls beside the two attacking Borg and leapt at them. He sped past the two guards and grabbed the drones' heads. They tumbled backwards, then found themselves being hurled down the corridor and landing with metallic screeches. The two guards finished them off with brute force. Miles opened the door to the medical room. A number of injured people were cowering in a corner as a Borg approached them. He leapt on its back and twisted its neck until there was a sickening crack and the machine collapsed, twitching violently. He entered the operating theatre. Seven of Nine looked up.

"You are not permitted in this room." She said.

"In case you haven't noticed, HQ is swarming with Borg."

"In case you haven't noticed, you are the only one in this room who is not part Borg."

Miles looked at the Borg body on the operating table and shrugged, thinking it was most likely a random drone that had been defeated and Seven was using to find a way to destroy them easier.

"Let us know if the Borg get in."

"Their resistance will be futile."

He left again and looked around at the few security guards who were keeping an eye on the entrance to the medical room from the corridor.

"Come on, soldiers. We have an army of Borg to crush."

The battle outside headquarters was not going well at all.

"SGC Chamberlain has been destroyed, Admiral."

Edward groaned.

"Has anyone got any bright ideas? We've destroyed a few spheres and probes and a single cube."

Nobody on the bridge responded.

"Well then. Perhaps today is as good day as any to die."

"Admiral, there's a number of temporal warps opening behind us."

"No doubt the Borg flanking us."

"No, sir. They aren't Borg."

Edward turned his head to look at his ops officer.

"Then who are they? Who's side are they on?"

"Sir! They're Quintari!"

"My god...they came."

Outside the Resurgence, an enormous swirl of colours appeared. From it came a colossal hexagon with its flat side facing the battle. Either side of it, swarms of ships emerged of varying shapes and sizes. The largest one was extremely long, but not as large as the hexagon, getting to its widest point around two thirds from the bow. All of them appeared to be constructed of various flat shapes such as cuboids. The largest ship held back from the main battle. All along its length, small cubes detached themselves and rocketed towards the Borg ships. The surviving resistance ships scattered, making way for the Quintari vessels. The small cubes that had detached began to strike the Borg ships, exploding with immense force on impact. The colossal hexagon surged forwards and slammed into the closest Borg ships with little care. They crumbled leaving barely a mark on its flat surface. The largest ship shifted into a position where its bow was pointing at the Borg unimatrix which had joined the fight later than the rest of the Borg fleet. A hole in its bow began to glow blue and an enormous glass ball hurtled from it. The glass ball contained a luminous blue substance. The unimatrix began to turn sluggishly, but the glass ball smashed on its hull near its centre. An explosion shook every ship in the world between worlds to their cores.

For the next few minutes, thousands of explosions shattered the remnants of the Borg front. The Quintari vessels pulled back behind the hexagon, grabbing resistance vessels and pulling them behind it as well. When the light show had cleared, nothing remained but a debris field. The Resurgence poked itself around the side of the hexagonal shield. Edward gazed upon the carnage through the view screen.

"We won."

"I think the Quintari won, sir. Now that they're here, nothing can stop the resistance."

"I'm not sure. We shall see."

"Receiving a request for communication from the lead Quintari ship."

"Patch it through."

The view screen shifted to the side and a grey creature appeared. It had six legs, or perhaps they were all arms? Either way, it didn't have any of the other type of limb. Edward knelt down, recognising the Quintari immediately. The rest of the bridge crew bowed their heads.

"Arise, son of Earth. We may speak as friends."

Edward stood up.

"I cannot thank you enough for your help, High Aether."

"It is a simple matter. You showed my people that without our support, the Conall's wrath shall spread throughout the multiverse and consume every living thing. Him and the Borg, that is."

"He will not stand a chance, your majesty."

"Perhaps not, or perhaps he shall. Conall is powerful. He is yet to reveal his true strength. Either way, this war...our war is far from over."

"I agree, your majesty. He is resilient."

"May we board the station, son of Earth?"

"It's ridden with Borg."

"No worries. I shall dispatch my finest warriors to assist yours."

"I will never be able to repay this debt."

"Consider us equal for now, for you have brought this threat into perspective."

Miles and his growing team of guards, plus a few other notable people, had just finished clearing out three decks above and below the medical room. He, Captain America and Romanov exited the elevator onto the next floor. Borg drones walked briskly towards them. Suddenly, with a crack, two grey creatures, each with six arms or legs, appeared. Miles wasn't sure whether they were arms or legs. The creatures stood on their hind limbs. They thrust their top pair forwards and they grew infinitely long, piercing the drones through the chest. A few seconds later the limbs retracted again and the drones clattered to the ground. Similar reports began to flow in on the guards' com badges from all the other decks of the station. Who were these people?

A few hours later, news spread throughout the headquarters of an important visitor. Nobody knew who, just that they were important. Miles stared out the window at the new ship arrivals, wondering who they were and where they came from.

Crossovers in this Chapter

- Doctor Who
- Star Trek
- Avengers