DISCLAIMER: Meep...I LOVE YOU GENE RODDENBERY! Unfortunately, he's dead (tear). So he can't let me have part of Star Trek.
This is really just a totally random chapter by a dead mind.
Sorry.
I really am braindead. Not good. And I want to write a FMA fanfic...or a Naruto...or a Juvie Orion...or something...I should have my FMA fanfic, Mint Ice Cream, up tonight...maybe...grrrr... It's RoyEd. Hahaha. More yaoi. I'm obsessed...or dead...or tired. Or obsessively dead-tired. Can you tell I'm braindead? (the appropriate answer would be duh)
Lalalala...Deck the Halls...with boughs of...zzzzz...
Anyway, I'm still randomly dedicating chapters. This one is dedicated to my friend Molly F. She's preppy but cool and definitely a genius.
Booyah. And here we go.
JUST TO SEE YOUR FACE
He was dragged along by a squadron of security guards, distrust in every stare.
Stopping, he was pushed forward roughly by the flank guard.
"Keep moving, Sub-Commander," he ordered, forcing the hybrid to move. "Resistance will be met with equal force."
Thank the gods that they haven't seen my eyes yet, he thought to himself, keeping his head towards the ground. He was tensing for a battle, and in preparation, his eyes were becoming increasingly slitted and cat-like. He could taste the air already, more Caitian than human anyway.
"All that's missing is the tail," he muttered aloud, and upon the realization that he had actually said that...
"What was that?" asked the same security officer.
Shaking his head, he trudged forward. He had one chance to do this; he had to do it right.
Shaking her head, Lak'tran was ready to kill someone.
"At least," she muttered, "I have more patience than Jayvin did. We have to get her back.."
A door chime anounced someone's presence at her doorway. "Come," she called.
"Commander, the away team is nearly ready to leave; there is a delay, however..." the lieutenant trailed off, a bit nervous as to what he was about to say.
"What is it, Lieutenant?" she sighed, by now so frustrated that if this wasn't good news, the young man here would be her first victim.
"Me," said Enaren, dropping down into the room from a roof panel. "I want to go along."
"Tapel. You do realize how much trouble you are already in, do you not?"
"I do understand, Commander. I apologize for any—misunderstandings there may have been. The entirety of the information I downloaded was rewritten and made incorrect for security purposes. I needed it to fool the new Queen into releasing Jayvin," he said, raising an eyebrow at her confused expression.
"I want the data, now, please," she demanded as he handed her a padd.
Raising a black eyebrow, she sighed heavily. "You're free for now, Sub-Commander. What happened to your guards?"
"Erm." He coughed once, placed his hands behind his back, and stared pointedly at the ceiling. "They're taking a nap."
"Dead, or stasis, Mr. Enaren?"
"Stasis, for the most part."
"For the most part, you said?"
"Yes. One actually fainted."
With that, it was all the Commnder could do to keep from laughing.
The Queen knew they were here already, knew that it was only a matter of time before she would need to negotiate. She had already brought Mirake to her side, and was prepared for the little invaders. She had even ordered her drones to stand down.
Overconfident in herself? Perhaps, she allowed. But they would not survive. Deep in the back of her mind, she knew she was malfunctioning in the personality supression area, thus came the air she now held. Not that she—they—cared much.
This edge gave the Collective what it needed to survive and grow, expanding to conquer the unvierse as a whole.
And this was but one step, one that would bring her great pleasure at the same time.
Where am I?
Oh. Yes. She knew exactly where she was. Standing at her monarch's side, she allowed the Queen to present her with an item.
A sword.
Engraved in the hilt was the word 'Miral' in Klingon. Miral meant angel, and she realized this had once been Jayvin Belar's sword. Testing the blade with a quck flourish, she found it sharp, and placed it n a sheath built into her back.
The queen slowly turned her beautiful head toawrds the drone, and what she said was heard by all of the drones in the ship, though it wasn't actually spoken aloud.
It is an inefficient weapon, but it is what you shall use in the war to come.
The eager drone nodded, her own slight body quickly adapting to the new procedures flooding her mind and preparing her body. This didn't happen all the time, just when there would be a serious hardship.
Slender arms covered in sleek black armour grew stronger, while her personal forcefields were adapted to allow her sword out of them, rather than keeping them inside.
Seventeenth adjunctant of branch five, you will be the first to die.
Thinking again as the person she once had been, she asked her own questions to the Queen.
My queen, I would gladly die defending you, but why should I be the first?
Because, Mirake, you're the only one they're looking for.
Smiling sweetly, the Queen closed her eyes and listened to the drone's shriek of pain and agony as the nanoprobes inside the teenager began their new task.
"What the hell.." Enaren muttered as he heard a scream. It was not unlike the cry that had come from Lieutenant Marea.
"Borg fighting it out in their own ship. How pleasant," Keanu sarcastically remarked.
"Keanu, kindly shut up. Remember our objective," he chided, at the same time knowing it wouldn't matter. The Queen already knew they were here.
As they finally entered the antechamber, the Queen stood in the center yet again, a drone eagle-spread at her feet, eyes wide open.
"You finally came, Sub-Commander. Of course, I find it quite amazing that these officers would allow a traitor in their midst," she commented, putting emphasis on the word 'traitor'.
"I'm no traitor... I'm here for the same reason they are. What are your terms?" Enaren demanded, though more than a bit edgy due to their last encounter.
"For what? This?" she asked, kicking the lifeless drone at her feet toawrds them.
"That's...that's Jayvin... what did you do to her?" he questioned, seeing her eyes open and her body nonresponsive.
"Oh, she's not gone yet. She still has work to do," the Queen wickedly smiled, and raising a hand, Mirake came back to life, drawing a sword out of her back and holding it in a simple attack position.
"All I ask is that you defeat her in a simple contest; swordsmanship. If you can, she's yours. The first to draw an approximation of blood is the victor. Easy?" she asked with an amused voice. This was when it became interesting.
"Fine. A deal is a deal though. You go back on your word..."
"What's there to stop me? But I will allow you to take her, should you win..."
She had intentionally failed to mention what the nanoprobes were still working at.
Accepting a sword from another drone, Enaren drew it with lightning-fast reflexes. He knew that he couldn't even try to kill the queen, as she would just kill him and his team.
Nodding to Mirake/Jayvin, the Queen initiated the battle.
Mirake slashed forward in a fluid motion; the kind of Borg technology implemented in her assimilation allowed near-normal movement. At the same time, the hybrid blocked the swipe and aimed for the exposed skin on the Borg's upper chest.
Of couse, he missed and instead was blocked by an armoured hand.
Which grabbed his sword, and tossed it easily to the other end of the room, the owner of the hand advancing steadily as Tapel scrabled away. Jumping up and gaining a little leverage, he clung on the the wall nearest him and managed to avoid the furious strikes aimed at his legs and lower back.
Finally, Mirake backed away and allowed him to fall safely to the floor. As soon as he landed, he bounded on all fours over to the sword that had been thrown. Moving back to two legs, he parried every thrust and remembered one thing that Jay had never learned with a sword.
She had never chosen to learn Spanish sword fighting. IT had seemed too graceful and too much like a dance to be effective.
So Spanish it was to be. Gently reaching above him, he twirled away, confusing the drone almost immediately.
The battle had reached its peak and had been going for over twenty minutes.
"He's dancing," commented Keanu to the three other officers.
"Perhaps, but he's doing what he needs to," offered a junior officer, looking around with his disruptor at the ready.
They all turneed and watched in awe, though, as the Sub-Commander suddenly stepped lightly forward and wrapped a hand around the drone's waist. At that, he dipped her backward, touching his sword to one of the few veins in her neck. A bit of blood dsid indeed splash out, and at that, he called towads the queen,
"Yield."
The queen nodded again, raising a hand.
"An excellent performace, Sub-Commander Tapel. Are you familiar with Shakespeare?"
What an odd question, he mused.
"Yes," he said cautiously.
"Then you shall appreciate the irony," the Queen laughed. Mirake freed herself from the hybrid's grasp and walked to the Queen, moving to kiss her.
Kissing her ardently, the teen's back suddenly arched and she fell to the floor slowly.
"Now, take your prize and never dream of coming back again," the Queen ordered, sending a flank of Borg to enforce the order.
"That's it?" Keanu questioned. He had clearly expected a battle.
"Yes. Should you be able to save her from what is ravaging her body, I commend you greatly. Now, leave," she called to the huddled team.
"Enaren to Azrael, six to beam back."
Glaring at the Queen, Enaren disappeared in a shimmer of blue light.
"Quick! I need an IV. You there, bring me a tractor scalpel. Lieutenant, run a level one diagnostic on her technological aspects, and Ensign, run a scan on her organic body. We need to keep her alive," Sub-Commander Marcus Kent yelled.
Enaren watched from the side, where he was sitting. Sickbay beds were incredibly uncomfortable when they restrained your feet, he realized. Then again, it was his fault he was restrained; hovering over nearly-dead patients was generally considered bad.
She would be awake in about an hour, if she woke up at all. Her beautiful face was half-covered with a black metal faceplate, and most of her body was covered with armour. At the top, it was more than a little risque, as the line of armour went a little too low to be considered modest. At least it didn't go down any lower, he speculated. It wasn't like it was showing what it shouldn't.
He marveled at how well the technology interfaced with her body, at the same time. He had to admit to being truly impressed. The Queen had managed to create a being made of both flesh and steel, make her strong, loyal, and still incredibly beautiful. Yet, her eyes...before Jayvin had been assimilated, they had been a striking green..now they were grey edged with a light blue. Her Trill spots looked normal, at least, though they clashed against her incredibly pale skin. Dark against light. Much like what was inside.
So many things to worry about...and so many things to cast aside at the same time...
"Sir? Mr. Tapel?" called Kent.
Shaking himself out of the daze, he looked up.
"She'll be awake in a matter of moments, uinderstand that she will by no means be entirely herself. We can't remove all the nanoprobes, and basically, she's being torn apart from the inside out. We've slowed it a bit, but we can't stop it without her body's cooperation. We can, however, give you a few moments to speak with her. She's fully restrained, though under the circumstances..." he trailed off, leaving Enaren to wonder. Tapel nodded, and the doctor released him, leaving the two leaders to themselves.
"Mmmm..." she groaned, coming to very slowly, trying to reach to rub her eyes while dismally failing. Something was holding them back...
"Commander?"
Oh...a familiar voice...opening her slightly sore eyes, she saw her former second officer. Opening her mouth, she tried to use her voice to speak for the first time in over three days. She realized how short a time she had been a Borg drone..it was hell...but she still was...where was her Queen?
"Tapel...? Where—what happened?" she rasped.
"We got you back," he stated simply. His frank purple eyes gazed into her cool and suddenly vulnerable ones.
"No..but where is my Queen..." she murmured, beginning to regain vocal control.
"She let us have you, Commander. What would you prefer me to call you for now? Jayvin, Mirake, or just Commander?" he asked.
"Mirake...we are...Resistance is...Resistance is futile," she stammereed out, eyes glazing over. Enaren reached out and touched her left hand, the only hand that was bare. She grasped it, needing the confort. "Please...Enaren...let me die..."
"No, Mirake. We went through too much just to let you die. You need to be alive...for me. Please, Jay, I know you're in there somewhere, don't die, please," he spoke haltingly towards the end, still holding her cold hand. "You're dying already; there are still nanoprobes in your system deconstructing your organic elements," he told her, deciding that there was really nothing that lying to her would accomplish.
Looking deeply into her grey eyes, he saw what he hadn't before. One of her grey eyes was scarred, a slight white slash running through it.
"Can you see in this eye, even?" he asked quietly. When she nodded to him, he reached out and calmed her chaotic mind. She was on the point of hysteria.
"Enaren, I can help you with the probes..." she trailed off and jerked slightly, muscles spasming as alarms began to ring. Her vitals were shaky, unstable, and her heart rate was beating too fast to pump any amount of blood anywhere. Her mouth opened and her back arched again in pain, her eyes shut firmly this time. As the doctors rushed in, Kent grabbed the shocked hybrid by the arm.
"What the fuck just happened!" he demanded, more than a little bit angry.
"She—she said she could help with the nanoprobes," he answered honestly. As he said that, she slumped back to the biobed, a slack posture finally allowing her to rest.
The only time Enaren had seen a posture like that was on Trill, during the Risan terrorist attack.
He had only seen it in the bodies of the dead.
"Sir! Sub-Commander! Mr. Tapel! Please, wake up, sir!" A lieutenant was shaking him awake, and he didn't like it at all. In response, he muttered out something that sounded strangely like 'but the scorpions are gonna eat Betazed...' The lieutenant responded to that by shaking him...again. "CMO Kent said that you want to hear this, sir. It's about the Commander," he said, hoping that the name would provoke a reaction. Which it did.
"How is she?" he asked, suddenly awake and alert.
"The nanoprobes in her system deactivated about ten minutes ago, sir. She should be awake again in a few minutes," he told Enaren, who promptly straightened the uniform he had been sleeping in and practically sprinted into the main infirmary room.
"Good morning, Mr. Tapel," Marcus Kent said, greeting him with a plate of French toast and various fruits. He forced it into Enaren's hands. "Jayvin may be able to walk later today, but it is entirely up to her, as is the choice to remove the Borg technology. If we do it without consent, she can easily kill herself, even in stasis." With that grave announcement, he turned to the Azrael's first officer and put a hand on his shoulder. "We've only removed the cerebral and cortex Borg technology. She is able to think for herself now, and should remember most of her life beforehand as well as her ordeal," he said, leaving the room with a simple "Enjoy your time."
As if on cue, exactly thirty seconds later Jayvin's eyes fluttered open.
"Enaren?"
"I'm here, Commander," he responded. "Good morning."
"Morning...makes sense. I'm hungry.." she remarked.
"Here. Open your mouth, then." Popping a chocolate-tipped strawberry into her mouth, he smiled as she wrapped her delicate lips around the plump red fruit, taking a bit of it into her mouth, accidentially licking his fingers while doing so.
"Oh! I—I'm sorry, Enaren..." she said quickly.
"It's alright, so long as you keep eating. Like I said before, we've gone through too much to have you die on us," he said, picking out a choice fruit again, another Terran fruit. "You like strawberries raspberries, and blackberries, I know...what about oranges?" When he nodded, he carefully hand-fed her a small piece of it. Eventually, he realized just how much he enjoyed taking care of her, and having her apologizing one second, while eating out of his hand the next. She was just like a small child again, only in an adult's body.
He reached out towards her neck with the intention of tickling her and was reward by a high-pitched squeak as she moved away.
Eventually, as she became exhausted from the morning, she fell back to sleep, whispering to Enaren as she did...
YAY!
Cute ending!
Awwww...I promise this isn't going to go into a weird fetish or anything. Maybe a little bondage later, but I seriously doubt it. Just because...well..I'm special. And I want readers.
Anyway, what'll happen to the little girl, Anni? What events will transpire at Marea's funeral? Can Jayvin regain command of her vessel as a part-Borg teenager?
Dunno...and we'll have more Picard later, as well as a nice little encounted with a certain species we'd all love to know more about... the Trill! I promise you...you'll like it...read...and review...50th reviewr becomes a god/goddess...please?
With sugar and a cherry on top?
Oh, and sorry for the stupidity of this chapter...I was out until about 2:30 am last night/this morning due to prom. I had an insane amount of fun, though, went dancing with my boyfriend, rode in a huge SUV limo with another couple and went to get cake at about midnight...made out with my boyfriend all the way back... (sighs, smiles dreamily) Ah, what fun...oh. Waitaminnitareyoutalkingtome?
Ooops.
Oh, and if you've never seen a drunk guy, you would have thought that last night was freakin' HILARIOUS.
Anyway, I'll update soon.
I swear.
-Anij Jinn