It had taken the better part of the morning and afternoon, and both Seven and B'Elanna were reaching their tolerance limits, but Seven had finally found a pinhole in the encryption which she used to start breaking down all the security locks on the core and it's files. The data now streaming across the screen was broken and in Borg. B'Elanna couldn't read it at all, and Seven couldn't make sense of it. It was annoying Seven since she hadn't felt this inept at deciphering Borg intentions since her encounter with the Borg Queen. When Seven had been a Borg drone she hadn't been aware of there even being a Borg Queen, so when the woman presented herself to Seven it set the already emotionally overloaded young woman for a loop.

"Seven, don't the Borg keep detailed records of their assimilations?" B'Elanna asked as she looked over the data Seven was translating.

Seven nodded without looking up from her screen. "Each person is cataloged and given a pre-assimilation profile. It is a means of organizing the technology and knowledge that is being added to the collective mind."

"And every Borg ship assimilates at a pretty high rate?"

The baby began to fuss and Seven moved over to the bassinet to tend to her as she spoke. "On average each ship goes though an assimilation at least once a week if not more depending on wither it is a ship, planet, or other source."

"So a ship who hadn't participated in any assimilations would be considered abnormal?" B'Elanna asked as she continued to look over the data on her screen.

Seven's left eyebrow raised as she lifted the baby from the bassinet. She looked at B'Elanna who was looking at her and trying not to smile. The look B'Elanna was giving her was as intriguing as her question. "All Borg ships assimilate. Even the Queen's ship."

B'Elanna looked over the information again and shrugged. "This ship hasn't, or at least there's no record of it."

This made no sense. All Borg ships assimilate. Infants are just drones waiting to happen. A single human infant housed in the center of ship with more protection then a battle cube? Seven looked down at the baby as she wondered what was so special about this one pre-natal drone? Because as much as she wanted to deny it all the evidence was pointing to the ship's sole function being the care of the child. "I am afraid Lieutenant that I am at a loss in this situation."

"Well this has to be a first." B'Elanna chuckled as she looked up at the ex-Borg. "Seven of Nine. Stumped."

Seven didn't reply to B'Elanna's teasing she simply went back to work. She wasn't about to allow the Borg of all people to 'Stump' her.

The Doctor sat at his desk looking over the scans he'd taken of the new baby. He still didn't understand her implants, though he was able to figure out which needed to stay and which could go. The interlink node and the neural transceiver could be removed. Neither of those implants were fully ingrained in her physiology yet, nor did they serve a purpose in regulating her health, so removing them wouldn't harm her. The cortical array and node, and the neuro-processing node were a different story. They were deeply rooted into her physiology. What intrigued him most about these implants were some of the missing functions they appeared to have. The cortical node for instance didn't seem to have the fail-safe mechanism that shut down high brain functions when emotion or simulation reached high levels. She also appeared to have her own unique set of nanoprobes who base purpose at the moment were to act as a type of antibody. The neuro-processing adjunct wasn't an adjunct at all, it was more of a node which he theorized was more about increasing the child's ability to learn and processes data more then to manipulate the brains more basic synaptic functions.

If he didn't know any better he'd think this particular pre-natal drone was going to have the ability to learn and process emotion, but Borgs didn't learn they were uploaded with information through their interlinks and neural transceivers, and they didn't express or process emotions. He was starting to think that perhaps this infant was actually a prototype for a new class of drone. A try at replicating One perhaps?

A steady beeping coming from his computer terminal brought the doctor out of his thoughts. Pulling the unit closer to him he began looking over the newest scan results. He'd preformed a level one medical diagnostic on her so he could examine everything, right down to her muscle mass, metabolism, bone structure, and even the very structure of her DNA. He'd use the information to create a formula that would aide in her development perfectly, but it would also provide a medical blueprint for any further medical needs.

The Doctor read over the material noting pleasantly that she was indeed in perfect health. Although most of the report was pretty standard there was a bit of a surprised waiting for him. Two red flags were attached to her DNA analyses. Flagging a DNA scan normally meant the computer had been able to find matching DNA strains in the Federation medical database. The Doctor knew it would a long shot but he'd included the cross typing because the child deserved to know who she was, to know if she had a name and a family. The Doctor had expected the scan to last for hours if not days since it was pretty much a needle in a haystack search. Opening the file he read over its information. "This is impossible." He ran the search again, and again the same results came up. He ran it again, and for the third time the same results came up. "Well, this is a twist."

The Delta Flyer approached the wreckage of the alien ship very carefully. While Tom docked the best he could with the ship Harry scanned it to make sure it was safe to board. "I think we should wear the suits."

Tom groaned. "I hate the suits."

"I know but the Captain did say to use extreme caution." Harry replied to his best friend while he got up and headed towards the back to but on an environmental suit.

"You are such a Captain's Boy." Tom teased the younger man while making his final safety checked before joining him in the back. "Do you think we'll be able to find anything helpful?"

Harry just shrugged. "I don't know, something, anything. It's all to weird even for us. Knocked out alien ship, knocked out Borg super ship, the only survivor of either ship is a kid more Human then Borg floating around in green Borg goo."

Tom laughed as he sealed up his suit. "Ya know we really need to stop boarding Borg ships that have been set adrift before we become Voyager Home for Wayward Borg Children."

Harry just rolled his eyes as he sealed off his own suit.

The two men gathered their gear and beamed over to the derelict ship. It was dark and lifeless like the Borg ship, and there were signs of a battle everywhere the two men went. It was more then clear that the Borg had boarded the ship, but why where there still bodies littering the corridors? Borg didn't normally leave leftovers. As they worked their way in a general direction that they hoped would lead to the bridge, engineering, or better yet the computer core they took readings from the bodies around them, as well as general scientific scans.

"Hey check it out." Harry said as he pointed his wrist lamp at a set of open doors. "I wonder what's in there?"

Tom got a familiar look in his eyes and a small smile that often reminded his crewmates of a little boy's just before he did something he really shouldn't. "Only one way to find out."

The two of them walked closer to the open doors and shined their lights in before entering. The sight they found before them made both men gasp. There were Borg bodies, and various body parts such as arms, legs, torsos, implants, all over the place. They were in piles on the floor, in crates, on the walls, in bins, and on tables. There were even several hanging from the ceiling.

"It looks like something from an old horror movie." Tom said as he ran his light over the bits and pieces of Borg.

Harry walked over to a near by table and poked at a mechanical arm with the corner of his tool kit. "What do you think they were doing with all this?"

Tom opened his tricorder and started scanning some of the parts. "My guess would be they were looking for a way to destroy the Borg and these poor saps helped in their own way."

"But how could they get so many, volunteers, without them sending subspace messages to the hive?" Harry asked as he scanned a hanging torso.

Tom shrugged which looked awkward since he was wearing an evo suit. He understood the evil that was the Borg, he even took it kind of personal because of Seven and Icheb, but this was just somehow wrong to him. It was barbaric. "Only one way to find out. Lets find the bridge and see if we can't access their computer."

Harry nodded and quickly followed Tom out of the room and down the hall. The door to the bridge was open only enough for Tom to get his fingers into the slit. He managed to get the doors open enough for him and Harry to get in. There were more bodies but these didn't look like they'd been attacked. They were just sitting, or had fallen from where they were standing, dead.

"Lets get that data and get the hell out of here." Tom said as he took in the equally creepy scene.

Harry smirked. "What's the matter Tom scared the boogie man's going to jump out and bite you?"

Tom glared at his friend as they worked. "This coming from the kid who said a Borg cube reminded him of a haunted house and left a trail of playing cards to keep himself from freaking out."

"You weren't exactly mister calm, cool, and collected over there either." Harry reminded him.

"Yeah well you weren't one being held in an assimilation chamber." Tom held back a shiver. They worked for a few moments before Tom decided he needed something to take the creepy edge off. "Ya know everyone's wrong, there is something a hell of lot more scary then the Borg."

Harry looked up and smiled when his dark eyes meet Tom's light ones. Both men replied, "The Captain."

"When she's in a bad mood or pissed off." Tom added.

Harry laughed. "And when she hasn't had any coffee."

With the tension a little less heavy, it didn't take Harry long to gain access to the ship's computer. He had to admit that the program that had been added to bounce back hacking attempts was impressive, but hardly full proof.

"This is really wired." Tom said from his position near the command chair.

Harry looked up from the data module that was collecting the files he was after. "What about this isn't wired?"

"Well, these people's deaths wouldn't qualify." Tom looked up from the scans he was doing of the dead crewmen and over at Harry. "They were poisoned."

"Poisoned?"

"Yes Captain." Tom said from the pilot's seat of the Delta Flyer. "I scanned at least five of the bodies on that bridge and it all showed the same levels of some kind of poisoned gas."

Captain Janeway sat in her chair on the bridge of Voyager with an eyebrow raised. "Report back to the ship, Tom. I want the Doctor to check you and Harry out before I even consider thinking of sending you back to investigate with his help."

"Aye Captain. Paris out."

"It's not like the Borg to poison people." Chakotay said after the view screen went back to its view of the stars.

Janeway shook her head. "No it isn't, but after what Harry said about what they'd found, it sounds like it was the other way around."

"Do we know anything about the dead Borg on the sphere?"

"I'm about to find out." Janeway said as she stood up and headed for the turbo lift. "You have the bridge Commander."