DISCLAIMER: Meep...I LOVE YOU GENE RODDENBERY! Unfortunately, he's dead (tear). So he can't let me have part of Star Trek.

Ohhh yes. I'm obsessed. Billy-bob Shakespeare is now residing in my mind. Yes, my MIND. I haven't slept in about 50 hours by now, and I'm hallucinating occasionally for some reason, and I'm on so many different medications that I have no idea how I'm in any shape to be at school, and yet my mind is in perfect working shape for writing. What a charm.

And a poem for you to enjoy. No idea as to the title, it's being written right now.

Love, the drug
That drives thine lives
beckons that beast
living inside
Here to call thee
Wretched heart from thy chest
Hearing the thunder
Within thy noble breast
And yet, in thee
Resides a scrap of hope;
The hate of the world
Which do tarnish thy cloak

Wow...that was totally on-the-spot-driven-from-insanity-ye-olde-english. Yeah, alright, I have but one conclusion: Zoloft, Concerta, Melatonin, and other medications by NO means mix. Urgh...note to doctors...my head feels like it's spinning...and it hurts.

Sorry this chapter is a bit shorter than the others; I'm only planning on allowing it to be three pages. As opposed to the six or seven in the last chapter. Six. No, seven. No, wait, it was six. AAAH!

Enjoy. It's a bit...erm...oh, nevermind. Just read the bloody chapter. Hee. XD

This chapter is dedicated to Mr. Dunn again, as well as his beautiful girlfriend, Piper. At least I think that's how her name is spelled. She's gorgeous and funny. I wish them both happiness and love. This chap. Is for them.

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"...OF MY WHOLE COURSE OF LOVE; WHAT DRUGS, WHAT CHARMS..."

-from Othello

The Borg girl's chest rose and fell steadily in rythym with her heart. It had been nearly a week since they had gotten her back. Her red hair was beginning to cover her head again, for her head had been shaved during the assimilation procedures. Her face bore a worried and somewhat troubled expression, as a single tear gently rolled down her cheek and fell to the floor. And then, someone was there to hold her hand, and she woke up again, out of the nightmare and into another one.

"Enaren," she said, gently entwining her hand with his, no desire in the touch, just the need for basic humanoid comfort.

"I'm here, Jay, I'm not going to leave. It's nearly time for breakfast, at any rate," he remarked quietly. Breakfast had become their time to talk, though Jay still had to be restrained. The Borg side of her had a tendancy to still come out, with the technology still embedded within her. He touched a control at the side of the biobed, and it made a seat-like area for her to comfortably eat in.

Walking to the replicator, he glanced at her. Her eyes were closed again, but she was waiting for him, he knew. Dialing a plate of fruit, her new favourite dish, he fed her, again being struck by the simple beauty of his commander. They had both grown fond of each other, though more as friends than lovers. They didn't love each other, and both knew that it would ruin their careers and lives if they ever got 'involved'.

But that had never stopped affection.

"It's this affliction which both ruins and strengthens our lives," Jayvin finally said. She knew what he was thinking, just as much as he knew her thoughts.

It had to stop.

"Commander, are you certain this is what you want?" Marcus Kent asked. "You know that this could very well make you a target for all of the Federation.

"I understand, Kent, but as I understand it, if all of the Borg technology is removed, I'll die. We know that," Jay snapped back, annoyed.

"This will take a few days, sir. The armour will need to be removed as well..." he trailed off, implying what he shouldn't have.

"I know, Marc. I know. Leave what you need to, I trust you with my life. But get this goddamned faceplate off...please...it itches and it's ugly," she pleaded. "You can keep the partial armour on my arm if you need to, but I don't think that will work."

"No it won't, sir. Your Borg arm needs to be completely amputated, we have prosthetic arms to replace it."

Sighing, she made her choice.

"Just get it over with, doc."

The last thing she saw as she was put under was the bright light.

Lak'tran stood in the ready room, not at all pleased. Anni was now hers to care for...and only because the child refused to cling to anyone else but Commander Belar. Not a pleasing outcome.

In the holosuite, a hologram of Lieutenant Commander Marea began to speak.

"Mommy!" a small voice yelled, running to her side. A hologram of Anni clung onto her mother as the Lieutenant's voice began to speak.

"Not now, Anni, run along. I have to do this. Commander Belar can take care of you," she said, bending over and smiling, picking up the little girl, and setting her down to run away. As soon as the hologram 'exited', the view changed from the basic grid background to the sweeping landscape of Earth, near China's outer borders, to be exact.

"If you're hearing this, I'm most likely dead. I probably died defending the ship, or maybe the Commander. Hopefully I died with valour," she said in a clear voice, laughing a little with the thought. "It's funny, how I'm recording this now, and I have no idea what the future'll bring," Marea continued, still smiling thoughtfully. "There's more than enough that can happen, and I hope that I at least died for a good cause. At any rate, for a memorial...I hate memorials. Heh...I guess this is the side of me no one ever sees. I've always been myself on the inside, a leader and person I need to be on the outside. And I've gotta say, I'm proud to be that way, proud to serve you, Commander, if you're here. Proud to be your officer, Jayvin. Thanks for the chance," she said. "End recording."

The hologram winked out, leaving the room to mourn.

The holodeck door whoosed open to reveal a uniformed female, tall and slender, with hair so short one could see her scalp through the short strands of reddish hair. Dark Trill spots lined the sides of her body, and the left arm of the uniform hung empty. Cold grey eyes scanned the grieving faces, and a thin black piece of metal lay embedded in her skin on the side of her pale neck.

It was Jayvin.

"Commander! It's good to have you back," a voice called.

"Yeah, Commander, sir, it's great to see you!" yelled another.

People crowded the hallway. Many had heard the rumours that she had been captured, and now, she ignored them, a disruptor at her side.

This had gone too far, that people were forsaking their jobs to simply celebrate. They had duties.

Locking the turbolift, she prepared to make an all-ship announcement.

"Attention all crewmembers, this is Commander Belar." Pausing for breath, she steeled her resolve and harshened her tone. "For those of you who chose celebration over duty—I'm sure that was only a select few of you—I am incredibly dissappointed. Is this really the best you can do? I was unavailable for a little over two weeks. Two weeks! And in this short time, you came to believe this is a soft Federation starship, where such a display would be celebrated happily and drinks would be passed out. All of you who were at these celebrations...your transponders have been tagged. I expect each and every one of you to report yourselves for irresponsible actions by 0800 hours. Thank you. Belar out."

Sighing, she realized how hard she was going to have to be.

"I'm so tired of her attitude."

"She treats us as well as dirt."

"Something really needs to be done."

"Agreed. But what if the rumours are true? I mean, she was assimilated by the Borg. How do we know that she's not still a Borg?"

"She wouldn't be like this if she was a Borg, Sean. But she's got a stronger body than most humanoids now. And she's stronger, being part Vulcan and all."

"I'm part Romulan, if that counts. Sean's a Trill and Joann's half Klingon. We have her, strength-wise."

"Think about it... Now's the best time to strike. She doesn't have both arms at her disposal. We have six arms, three people. And more probably willing to help."

"Yeah, so she's missing an arm. But she has a sword."

"We have phasers, disruptors, bat'leths, and Orpheus. We don't need swords."

"But what if she finds out?"

"She won't."

"Next time we meet will be tonight. Make sure to cut the power to her quarters. Bring all of the weapons you think you'll need."

Smiling, the Junior Lieutenant followed Commander Belar like a trained dog, giggling occasionally and staying close to her leader. She knew what the Commander wanted, and had offered it without hesitation. Maybe she could earn a promotion like this, hopefully she could at least get the rank of lieutenant tonight.

Entering Jayvin's personal quarters, the twenty-or-so year old lieutenant immediately fell to the task of bringing the commander the one thing she needed both the least and the most—comfort in the form of forbidden pleasure.

Eventually, the young and troubled commander gave in to the only thing keeping her sane, and one of the few secrets she wanted to keep; her lust and love for those not only of the opposite gender, but for the female population as well.

"Let's go."

"She's probably sleeping..."

"It doesn't matter. Whether she is or not, she has already dishonoured her ship and her crew. She does not deserve Sto'vo'kor."

"Nevertheless, it's got to be done. Meet in Sean's quarters when we're done. Use the Jeffries Tubes."

With that, the merry little group of traitors dispatched themselves to the grim task of killing.

A gentle scratching noise alerted Jayvin to the presence of an intruder. The lights in her quarters were completely off, but that only made her sense of noise become more alert. Over her partner's moans, she rose silently out of bed, not even explaining an absence. Quickly pulling Miral from its sheath, she armed herself with a sword in one hand, a pocket phaser in the other.

A single man dropped to the ground silently from the ceiling. She moved towards him, eyes adjusted to the darkness. As he homed in on her in the dark, she realized with a start that he had night-vision lenses on. He had to, to have that kind of aim and precision. She dashed forward, careful of her steps, as another man dropped from the other side of the room.

This man used a bat'leth. She met him with equal force, driving her katana into the cold steel, and with a more experienced style, ducked a disruptor beam set to kill and allowed it to fly into the first.

A female entered from the side, jumping silently down to the floor. The smell of charred flesh permeated Jayvin's senses, spurring her to another kill. Slashing the throat of the other male out, she eagerly licked the blood off of her lips, grey eyes beginning to darken. The female attacker stood alone, a traditional Klingon dagger in one hand, a wickedly curved sword in the other. Crouching, the commander blocked the first thrust of the sword, still completely unclothed.

Caution was a forgotten word, the two leaping around, one dancing, the other clumsy but still strong. Jayvin threw her sword at her attacker, missed, and was left defenseless. Running to one side of her quarters, she stood, pleading for mercy, and then...

Drip. Drip. Drip. The drip of blood trickled down the Klingon attacker's chest, a katana between Jayvin's knees having driven it there.

The lights turned on, and the female lieutenant shrieked.

"What the hell just happened! What..." she cried, panic in her eyes.

Pulling her clothes on, Jayvin responded the only way she knew how to.

"Put your clothes on. I've got to get to the bridge; these people were officers," she said, hastening out the door and leaving the older adult behind to get dressed. Without that promotion.

There.

Four pages. Cuatro paginas. Me gusta!

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TRANSLATION: The eleventh chapter is being written. It'll be published soon, please review this chapter for now!

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