Chapter 9

On Board the Exterminater-class Borg Cube, the Borg Queen watched with interest what was going on outside. She had succeeded in allowing the Federation ship to see them and then silentely move her ships into place. And now Janeway we will see who survives THIS encounter. The Queen had had too many little encounters with Janeway. All of which had resulted in disaster. But this time she had no intention of losing...again. She had planned this assault too well for it to go wrong. She would finally succeed in assimilating the Federation and all the systems that had joined it. She smiled coldly as she listened to the voices of the collective. She could hear every drone in the collective no matter where they were. By the standards of anyother speices that would be a violation of personal space. Of course in Borg society there was no such thing as personal space. They were all part of a hive mind where thaughts were shared by all. Individuality was non existant. Which is why no one was assimilated willingly. One of the drones next her muttered something to her. His voice was sort of garbled but it was understandable.

"We have succeeded in trapping the ship Voyager."

"Thank you six of fifteen. Open a channel so that I may speak to them."

He obeyed without an objections. She liked that. "Channel open." he stated.

Show time.

"Captain we're being hailed." Harry said.

Janeway got up from her chair "Onscreen." The picture started out kind of fuzzy but started to gain focus. Soon they could make out what it was they were seeing. The Borg Queen stood there in all her uglyness with a few drones working on something behind her.

"Hello captain. We meet again."

Janeway just stood there not saying a word. "I'm sure you know that I've trapped your little Federation ship. I was so hoping that you would try to escape."

"We're not that stupid lady." Tom muttered under his breath. But the Queen heard it anyway. "Oh really Paris. Is that why you decided to come here and check out the strange signals we've been sending out?"

Janeway spoke up "We had no intention of coming here until Admiral Karson told us to. Now what do you want?"

The Queen smiled grimly "Your ship and it's crew of course, and soon it will be. As soon as we finish the construction of my new battle station."

"Harry terminate the communication."

"Yes captain" he replied.

The screen changed back to a view of the nebula with the Borg activity in the background. Janeway slumped in her chair and then jumped as a loud horrible noise started blaring over the comm channel.

"Harry whats going on?" She demanded

Harry was working franticly trying to find the source of the problem. Finally he found it...but he didn't like it. "I found the source of the problem. The Borg transmited a subroutine that will only allow us to terminate visual contact. It won't allow me to shut down the sound channel or the reciever."

Great. Not only were they stuck out her but now they also had to endure whatever the Borg Queen decided to transmit over the comm system.

"Chakotay your in command. I'll be in my ready room."

"Yes captain." An unseen voice said.

Janeway stood up and turned to look at Harry. "I take it we're also transmitting consantly too?

"Unfortunately."

She sighed and went into her ready room.