USS Velocity A
Chi Herculis Sector
Vegan System
Stardate: 86087.86
The ship plummeted, jolted and reverberated from the bolts and beams from the massive geometric figures towering ominously above them. The Borg meant business. He knew his place was on the bridge and rushed down the crowded, red-lit corridor and into the turbolift. Everyone was rushing to stations to combat the scourge that resonated a fear that had long slumbered in the collective memory of the Federation.
Beamer knew his family was depending on him to protect them. His brother was depending on him. He tried to reassure himself that they'd make it to Tom Suller's small shuttle, but his mind quickly countered with scenarios of them not making it. Focus on the job, he repeated in his mind, focus on the job.
"Lt." came the commanding voice of Captain Johnson
"Yes sir?"
"I need you to take a team to the Khitomer and help them get their deflectors back online. Report to Transporter room 3 with 3 other crewmen."
"Aye sir." He motioned for 3 Lieutenants and an ensign to follow him.
As they arrived on the deck, everyone was scrambling in all 360 degrees for their stations through a torrent of coolant and a rainfall of sparks. They rushed down the deck with a sense of dire urgency and the immediate need for extreme expediency. They all made it to the pad and the comm activated.
"Chief, when we lower the shields, beam them over." The captain said faux-calmly
"Aye sir."
The shields lowered and a shimmer of light washed over the away team. Everyone on the bridge rushed to get the shields up, but the Borg were too fast and efficient for them. Massive jolts catapulted everyone out of their seat.
"REPORT!" The captain bellowed as the tactical officer climbed back to his seat
"Shields offline!" A look of horror then acceptance morphed over the blonde haired young man. "They're targeting the bridge."
"Hard to p-"
A lighting strike struck the saucer section, cutting a swath straight through it. No one was left alive to turn to port.