Two days had passed…

"Captain's Log, Stardate 46589.7. Once again the Enterprise has been assigned to patrol the border defences between the United Federation of Planets, and the Galactic Federation, who, as I believe, will attack us once again in time, as reports had already arrived of their civil threat of a being called 'Dark Megaman' have ended, no doubt meaning their attention will return to us."

"Once we begin the patrol, we will be joining up with the USS Kolto and the USS Steamrunner. Then we are to go to Outpost 72, to 73, to 78, then finally 83. Once that is complete, we head for starbase 12 to relieve ourselves of the duty and allow another group of ships to take over. The time this patrol should take is 9 standard days."

In the voids of space, shooting by stars and solar systems, was the Enterprise D, one of the many Galaxy class vessels of the United Federation of Planets, the flagship vessel of that class, known for being top of the range with all possible upgrades installed.

The United Federation of Planets, is famous for not only having superior technology in medicine, shielding, lasers and warp speed, its also famous for its attempts to stress the points and values of universal liberty, equality, justice, peace and cooperation. It's ships, especially those so well armed, are solely designed for self defence, and not for acts of war. As far as the Galactic Federation stood, these ships are pretty damn useful for holding off the barrage of warships they send.

The UFP has always wondered as to why such a long time ally as the Galactic Federation, formally SCI, would attack them. It soon became clear. Because of their grand commander wanting everyone to obey them. The UFP refused to just roll over and accept the attacks, and took a powerful defensive measure against the GF. The border hasn't changed at all throughout the war, proving the UFP are more then ready to fight.

Upon the Enterprise D, on the bridge, sitting at his chair, was none other then captain Jean-Luc Picard. To his right, his first officer William T. Riker, to his left, Deanna Troi, the counsellor, at the helm, was the android Data and Wesley Crusher, and behind him, at the weapons station, was the Klingon, Worf.

Picard was relaxed right now, simply waiting for them to arrive at Outpost 72, when Data's console begun making a few little beeps, as Data begun to check. "Captain, I'm picking up some unusual readings near Outpost 72."

Picard raised his right eyebrow slightly. "Unusual in what way, Data?"

"It is a mass of energy sir, one that I've never seen before and-…Captain, the sensors have lost the readings of Outpost 72."

Picard looked stunned a little. "Lost?"

"Yes sir. Perhaps the new energy reading is effecting the systems or perhaps it has been destroyed."

Riker frowned and looked at Picard, as he looked at him. "The Galactic Federation…This energy might be a new weapon."

The captain nodded in agreement. "Perhaps. Mister Data, get us out of warp when we are within visual range of the reading."

"Aye sir."

It only took then several minutes to arrive near where the Outpost was, and on screen, on the bridge, they saw a strange…planet shaped object, several thousand kilometres away, slowly moving away, leaving their borders..

Riker, along with most of the bridge crewmen, were looking at the strange object. "What is it, some kind of moon?"

Picard stood up from his chair and looked carefully. "That's certainly no moon…Data, what is that? Any sign of Outpost 72?"

Data begun using the sensors, while Deanna Troi seen disturbed. "Captain, it's alive. That planet is actually alive. I'm sensing a lot of evil and unwelcoming feelings from it…we shouldn't go near it."

Data then turned to his captain, as Picard was about to question Deanna. "Sir, Outpost 72 has been completely destroyed. There are a few bits of debris, but nothing more. The sensors also pick up that the object is made of unknown metals, with signs of energy outputs, large amounts, coming from it. It has no shields, no weapons, and is the size of a giant planet, similar in diameter to that of the sector 001 systems planet Jupiter."

"Jupiter?!" The captain was really stunned now. "Data. Where is that planet machine heading?"

"It appears to be going into Galactic Federation space. If the angle and direction it is heading is correct, I believe it is heading for their planet called Gaia VII."

"Then it's now the GF's problem to take care of." Riker said, as he looked to his captain.

Picard shook his head. "It could be our problem as well. Riker, I want you to contact any and all nearby ships, try to find out if they saw whatever happened to outpost 72. Then contact Starfleet and see if they know anything. Mister Data, keep us in position for now."

"Aye Sir."

Char….a planet of barren wastelands, once a wonderful and beautiful M class planet, filled with green lands, forests, water and life…now…mere lava, red dead lands, dried earth…this was the home to the Zerg.

When they arrived, the planet quickly changed from it's glory days. It's name was given by the GF for the actual state of the planet when they found it…charred, ruined….it was this planet, that the heartless warship was now floating above, under fire from two nearby GF warships. It wasn't long before the heartless vessel was blasted into nothing more then debris and scrap metal…but it's cargo had landed on the planet…

Richard Wily.

He breathed in the hot air…this planet had warmed up very quickly after the Zerg's arrival…it was bearable to human life, but just. The sky was blood red, the clouds, black, the land around him, red, cracked and lifeless….all but Zerg, which he saw nearby…his first stop.

The Zerg were a group race, called broods. The ones Richard was looking at right now had blue markings on their backs, to symbolise their difference from other groups. Unlike their ancestors, these Zerg require old, previously used buildings to live in. They cannot create their own it seems. This group had simply created a nesting ground with rocks and stone to show it's their territory. Food appeared to be no problem, as the Zerg were not afraid to eat other brood Zerg.

Richard also watched how they walked. When moving slowly and relaxed, they appear to be fully able to stand on two feet, and walk like man, but when they appear to be rushing about or getting aggressive, they go down on all fours, using their hands and feet to gain more speed then they would on two.

Then Richard saw what he was after…the Overmind. It was in the center of the group. It was like most of the others, but it had more markings on it's body, from it's head to it's feet, there was lines of blue skin…on it's back, it had two extended limbs, about 3 feet, each appeared to be several bones that were slightly covered in red flesh, with a sharp, bone claw at the end of each…these were Overmind claws, designed to symbolise it's power and skills.

Richard begun to walk over to them.

There reaction was as expected. Several Zerg noticed his presence, and quickly moved in front of the nest, on all fours, getting ready to attack him…but Richard had a smell on him…a unique smell…

Zerg used smell above all senses. It made them know the difference between food and threats, rivals and allies, home and unknown lands.

This new smell made them slowly move back, as Richard got closer…it was a very threatening smell, a warning to them. Their Overmind had now taken notice, and while standing, slowly moved towards Richard…to him, the smell wasn't so bad. It was like a summon to him, a calling.

Richard stopped, as he and the Overmind were now face to face…the smell of dead flesh got up his nose, looking at the thing in disgust a little. It watched him in curiosity…it couldn't make out what he was suppose to be…he was human, but…he had something else…something that made him greater then them…the smell of a greater Overmind.

Richard was waiting for it to welcome him or even say something, but it remained silent…he sighed in annoyance. "Hello? I'm your new master? Unicron sent me?….do you speak?"

Silence…

"Understand galactic?"

Silence again….

"Me, new master. You, obey me. We make heavy chaos and conquer universe. For giant planet called Unicron."

…

"Bah Weep Graaagnah Wheep Ni Ni Bong?"

The Zerg Overmind nodded to acknowledge the greeting.

"Ah, that's a start. Right, I came here to tell you Unicron demands your allegiance."

The Zerg Overmind stayed silent.

"…great, I got idiots for allies…and you're the first Overmind here. I hope I don't have to go through this with all the little fuckers…."

He looks carefully the Overmind, when he hears it speak suddenly. The Zerg language is that of Galactic, but it was at a pitch which only dolphins or bats would be able to match and listen…Richard, who was surprised to suddenly hear him let alone understand, jumped back a little…to a normal person, they would be hearing faint sounds, or a high pitched scream. "I was simply curious to what you are, human, if you are called that."

Another way Zerg had to communicate was through a series of clicks, made by the Overmind claws via two of them gently hitting together, or actual small inner mouth claws to the lower ranks. To them, it was like Morse code.

The Overminds claws bent towards each other behind the Overmind's back and created a few gentle clicks together…the Zerg seem to react to it by walking near their Overmind, and standing next to him, all of them looking at Richard.

Richard was a little surprised with his remark about being human. "Yeah, I am a human. I've been sent by Unicron, the planet eater?"

The Overmind seemed to think about this for a moment. "…Heaven's judgement. He requires our service again after so long, since the days of primus…and you carry the smell of a superior Overmind." The Overmind Zerg then bent down onto one knee…and his entire brood followed suit. "We shall obey you and work to whatever desires you have, great one."

Richard smirked. Talk about a walk in the park, all he had to do and walk up to these guys, let them smell him, know his top dog, and plain sailing from there….he was gonna enjoy this, things were quickly looking up. "Well you're the start of what I need…come on, let's round up several more broods. Then, we'll get to work…."

As Richard and his new allies set off from their little nest, he felt a slight pain in his back…he thought it was simply a little nerve twinge, and nothing else, and chose to ignore it.

Inside him though, the lump that Unicron implanted onto his spine, begun to grow small, little veins….

On the other side of the Galactic Federation, was the Galactic Empire, and it's small enemy, the Rebel Alliance.

The Galactic Empire was a powerful force that believed in the way of military power. They match the Galactic Federation in many ways and forms, from weapons to warships. The only special advantage the Empire and it's enemy, the Rebel Alliance had compared to it's rivals was the Force. Jedi Knights and Sith Lords, gifted people with unique energy blades, capable of fighting whole armies with relative ease.

These two sides once were fighting one another, but ever since this war began with the Galactic Federation, they've declared an alliance, to take on the GF from stealing their worlds.

Dagobah, a lone planet within the Galactic Empire/Rebel Alliance sector, a swap like world, with little intelligent life…on the planet, was a certain Jedi Master, by the name of Yoda.

He was, at the moment, idly sitting in his small home, his eyes closed, allowing his mind and body to flow with the force, the life of the world, nay, the universe…and he felt a fearsome disturbance within it…

He felt the presence of Unicron, the fear he brought with him. It was nothing like anything Yoda had encountered before…he had heard tales of Unicron from the days before SCI vanished and was replaced with the GF…but this was completely different. He opened he eyes, worried at what he felt, and knew of what to do.

He stood up, and looked to his fireplace, saying to himself "Pure evil, it is…I must talk with Luke and others, and also the emperor. Dark times ahead, I fear…"

Unicron Hungered.

Planets, so many planets passed by him, but not one appeared to be ripe to him, to satisfy the hunger he had.

Unicron had been asleep for so long, to await this very moment that the being that sent Richard promised would arrive….this was to be his comeback from the utter disgrace against that Primus.

Primus…

That name angered him…a man, who stood up to him, and won. To this day, Unicron has not forgotten him. A mere man…

Unicron thought ahead. The moment he was able to get into Richard's mind, he knew of the current events…and the capital planet of this…Galactic Federation.

That planet, was certainly ripe…if he was to eat it, not only would he enjoy it's taste and fill a longing hole in his stomach, but it would cause chaos to this empire…

Chaos, he would thrive in. In chaos, there is disorder, and in disorder, there is fear…they will know the planet eater, heaven's judgement, as he proudly names himself, and fear him…their weapons won't stop him from continuing his feeding on other worlds…

But it is a while away, that world, ready for him…for now he'll have to make do with small little appetizers like that space station at the border to this empire.

…he slowed his movement. He felt a familiar presence coming to him from where he came, from the other side of that border.

Within the depths of his form, he smiled evilly…he knew them from his previous reign of terror…they gave him respect, they avoided a fight with him, he was a machine that was superior to them…

Two cube shaped vessels shot ahead of him, slowing down and staying there for a moment, before they opened a hailing channel to him, which he remembered so well with his first encounter with them…his energy power is one that was impossible to go unnoticed.

"We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your vessel. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futi-"

"The Borg…the ones that wish for perfection. I suggest you do not go ahead of yourselves. For I, am Unicron."

The Borg, a race not known to the Galactic Empire and the Galactic Federation. Their mission is to assimilate and absorb other races into their "collective". They are a known sworn enemy to the United Federation of Planets and it's fellow empires such as the Romulan Star Empire, the Klingon Empire and the Cardassian Union. They hold patches of space, often attempting to attack other borders.

As Unicron guessed, his sudden power surge and return stirred the hive mind. They decided to intercept him and attempt to assimilate…untill they were reminded who he was…a complete machine, one of power that was beyond theirs…one who could be seen as more perfect.

There was silence for a time…Unicron knew they had already checked their data, and knew who he was now. "I may have a use for your kind, Borg…unlike before…"

"….state your proposal."

On a space station above Char, there was chaos, sirens blaring, lights dimmed, alarms going off everywhere…

He was panting, his two friends were following him down one of the body filled steel corridors of fellow troopers, with their blood spilled everywhere, some, their head and helmets were smashed in, others had their limbs torn off or their intestines on the floor.

They kept moving, they tried contacting several other squads in the station, but either they heard horrifying screams on the other end, or static.

He quickly checked his ammo, as they came to the end of the corridor that had a T junction. His gun was still pretty full of energy compared to the amount of Zerg they had killed.

He looked to his friends. One of them was fine, keeping an eye on their rear incase any of the fuckers were in pursuit. The other one…he was hurt, his right arm had been gashed really badly, with the armour of it torn open, and blood leaking out slowly. He was unable to use the arm, complaining it had gone num, and was holding his energy rifle with his left hand for now.

They're aim was to get to weapons locker room. It had a first aid kit there for their friend, and additional weapons and ammo for them to carry in order to have a greater chance to evacuate the station.

All this started the moment they allowed that transport ship from outpost 4 from that hell planet to dock here. The second those doors opened, Zerg flooded out, hundreds of the fuckers. It didn't take them long to overrun the station. Since the Zerg threat was seen as minor for the past 10 years, the amount of troops onboard had been cut down to a mere 400...clearly, as he noticed, this wasn't enough to suppress them.

But that was because it was minor at one point, the Zerg appeared too busy with fighting between themselves on that planet, their days of attacking others had been over…something's stirred them into action.

He soon checked both possible routes…they were thankfully clear, and motioned his friends to follow him, thankfully still knowing his way to the locker room.

"INCOMING!"

He turned, and saw at least ten Zerg running on all fours, up the corridor they came from. He bent down onto one knee, aimed his energy rifle, and opened fire, along with both of his friends, the wounded one having a hard time firing, as the energy rifle really required both hands to hold.

The rain of energy bullets flew at the Zerg, three of them failing to avoid the wave, and were hole ridden soon enough. The others leapt onto the walls and ceiling, being able to latch onto the surfaces, and kept coming.

The bullets soon got another four of the buggers, and as they got very close, another one got his head blasted apart by several energy shots at once. One Zerg leapt at the wounded trooper, who aimed as the Zerg jumped, and was just able to blast a good five holes in it's chest, knocking it away, dead.

The last Zerg was on the ceiling, and dived down at them, the two troopers that were fine quickly pointed their weapons upwards and unleashed as many rounds as they could, pinning the creature on the ceiling, it's guts and blood splashing over them, as they kept firing, untill it was no more then small pieces of flesh raining down on them.

"Fuck yeah! We're kicking ass!" the two troopers gave a high five to one another, while the wounded trooper just stood there, panting, looking down the corridor.

The two looked at him, a little worried. "Hey solider, just try and relax okay? We're close to fresh weapons and medical kits."

The wounded trooper didn't respond…he just fell to his knees, panting even more. It was getting very hard to breathe for him…the pain…there was new pain in his arm…his body…

The other two looked at each other, wondering what would be the best idea. "Listen, he can't go on like this, how about one of us go and get the supplies while the other stays with him? It's only a couple of corridors away from here now."

There wasn't any time to decide between them which one should, as the wounded man began to scream out in pain…as his wounded arm just…exploded. The armour on it, along with the flesh and bones of his hand, just flew off, and in it's place, connected to the socket, was now just the arm bones, covered in little flesh and blue red veins, and replacing his hand, was a huge, curled claw.

Soon, blood red veins begun to appear from the gaps in the remaining armour, covering over some of the trooper…he slowly stood up, and turned around, looking at his companions, who had quickly raised their weapons, shaking slightly, and taking a few steps back…

An ungodly screech suddenly came form him, as the visor shattered, and showed his face, his eyes bright yellow, widened with horror, his skin a dark red colour, with parts of it torn, showing the flesh underneath, his mouth disfigured, with dozens of the same red veins coming out of it..

He was an infected.

He charged at them, and they could've stopped him before anything, if they didn't hesitate…the consequence was that he was able to get close, and as they fired, one of the troopers found himself impaled by the huge claw, tearing through his stomach, the armour, and out of his back, screaming in pain, his visor splattered with his blood.

The other trooper just didn't stop firing, out of complete terror to what his seeing, shouting in anger. The energy bullets rained on the infected, and some even hit his dying friend, actually killing him before the wound did, as one energy bullet tore through the helmet. The infected was hole ridden in his normal arm and torso, before falling to the floor, with his only victim still on his claw.

The trooper looked to the sight before him…he remembered the screams down the com-links before, the cries of friends attacking them, the screams of pain and despair, then eerie silence…was, he alone now?

He looked down the corridor they came from….he heard them, Zerg, unknown numbers, coming this way… he was in the T junction now, and looked at the other two routes…he heard more Zerg from both, he knew the conclusion.

He was trapped.

He checked his rifle, and found he still had some decent ammo left. At least he could try and fight his way out…at least try…he saw the first wave come, and took aim….

Richard stood in the blooded command centre of the station, bodies of scientists and troopers were seen around the circled room, with dozens of computers and a main screen, with several doors leading out into the rest of the station.

Thanks to the Zerg, this place was now his, and he had already bypassed the codes to use the emergency teleport to bring more of the Zerg aboard. Next to him, was the Overmind with the lines of blue skin. It spoke to him. "Our united forces report that the outposts on the planet have already been swarmed over, and the space station is nearly clean of human resistance. We also have support from several more broods on the planet."

"Of course, you Zerg have been made to stay low all this time, the moment a chance to strike comes up, everyone wants to jump on the band wagon." Richard looked around slowly, proud of this achievement. "But this is only the start. We'll soon be leaving this stupid little space station and head to the main capital world of this federation."

The Overmind appeared slightly concerned with this idea. "But all we have is human transport ships. If they find out we are on them before even getting close to land, we will be destroyed."

"I know that. But we will find a way…somehow. Get as many Zerg up on the station as possible, we'll plan to depart soon, hopefully before any GF warships just so happen to come along."

On his flagship, Commander Keaton had just brought it back to orbit Gaia VII after that tedious check with Earth X to make sure things were slowly being restored, standing with him, was Master Chief, and on her hologram panel, Cortana.

"Master Chief, I want you to make sure all border units are returned to where they were, and restart the process of taking over our rivals. Cortana, inform Rufus and Dr Robotnik that I wish to speak to them back in Midgar the moment I teleport down there."

Cortana appeared a little distracted however. "Sir, I've been getting nothing more then radio silence over one of the quarantined planets…"

Keaton looked down at her. "And what one is it?"

"It's Char sir."

Master Chief looked at Keaton. "The Zerg planet. It's been rather quiet down there lately, but maybe all this Dark Megaman business has stirred them."

Keaton shrugged it off. "Then let's un-stir it then. Cortana, inform all nearby GF warships of that sector to head to the planet and prepare to destroy anything that has been overrun. Make sure they block out all codes of the space station emergency teleport so they don't get invaded."

Cortana spoke up. "Sir, what if the people on the station need to be got out of there?"

"Our priority with contained planets is to make sure it stays contained. We can easily make a new station and replace the lives we lose."

"Understood, sir…."

Chad was in an annoyed mood.

He was sitting in the bar as the time hit 6pm, and was actually at the bar side itself. Anna was due to see him today. Right now, he was sitting with Zhang Liao, Jak and Daxter and Samus Aran…who was asleep on the side right now from her normal large amount of booze, her helmet on the floor, where she knocked it off before going to sleep.

Ridley had just served Chad a pint of Dr Pepper, no ice. Anna had given him cash before he came here, to 'make sure he lives long enough for her to arrive.'. Ridley looked at him carefully afterwards. "…You ain't normal Chad. Something on your mind?"

Daxter, the annoying orange ottsel, which was a mix between an otter and a weasel, quickly butted in, looking at the space dragon "Ain't you heard? Those mad docs let Darkmega back in here! Chad's been telling everyone about it!"

"Well he didn't tell me."

Chad murmured "Dr Light and Dr Wily are fixing Darkmega in the labs Ridley."

Ridley frowned at him. "Yes, thank you Chad. Little late and all don't ya think?"

Jak took a sip of his pint of beer. "I damn hope we won't have to go through that whole process again like we did on Earth X. Man that wasn't fun.."

Daxter sat on the bar side, looking at Jak. "I totally agree with ya there Jak. I swear I was nearly crushed by those huge robot guys when we were leaving that base…and I know we only got away with making this place thanks to that Yuan Shao guy. If he weren't around we'd be stuffed in prison like that Keaton guy would've wanted!"

"He seemed to have a personnel problem against us, like we're his worst nightmare or something…"

Zhang Liao was looking into his teal coloured cocktail drink when he spoke. "We are a band of people that are recognized on many worlds. That kind've support could lead to an uprising if we ever felt like it. And my lord has an army back home on Earth V, much like Shu does, Wu, and the other kingdom leaders there. If we needed an actual army, we could make one. That makes us a dangerous enemy. Don't you agree Chad?"

Chad nodded idly, not really listening in right now. His thoughts drifted to Darkmega, Richard…and Unicron..

Ridley looked over at Samus's empty pint glass, and moved it away from her as she slept. "I'm still surprised the docs would go this far. I mean a lot of their ideas sucked, but Darkmega took the cake. Why remake it?"

Chad knew, but he wasn't in the right mood to answer that question, instead, he just heard them continue their own little debate and ideas about why the docs done this. Daxters ideas slowly went out of hand, as he begun to say that they planned to create a clone army of Darkmega's, force the heroes into slavery, and then take over the universe…this was replied with a powerful slap to the back of his head by Jak.

That's when Anna walked in, coming over to the barside, and sat down next to Chad, next to Zhang Liao. Ridley gave her a smile. "Evening Anna, What's it to be today?"

"Surprise me Ridley."

Ridley looked a little concerned at her, as Daxter had begun to have a go at Jak for the blow to the head…only to get one again. "You sure? Last time you let me, I gave you the 'Zoomer choo choo' cocktail, and you vomited like no tomorrow."

"That's because it was made from REAL Zoomers blood off this planet Ridley! that's disgusting!"

"Well you didn't mind it untill you finished it and asked what it was. You was fine with the vodka and gall berries, but the second I said Zoomer blood…bam, another clean up job for me."

"Ugh, just, get me something that doesn't include blood off something…"

Ridley thought about this for a moment, then moved away from where Anna and Chad were, getting her god knows what. Anna then looked at Chad and smiled. "Hey Chad. Sorry for being a little slow. I decided to go and see Dr Wily and Dr Light quickly."

Chad nodded. "And? Are they listening to sanity?"

Anna sighed. "No, of course not. As far as their concerned, Darkmega won't do any harm again, even after I pleaded with them to just terminate the bastard. They think it's completely fine and dandy."

Ridley then returned to where they were and passed Anna a Cocktail glass, filled with blue liquid in the bottom half, and purple glowing liquid on the top half. She looked at it carefully, then looked at Ridley. "It's perfectly blood free Anna. It's a new mix I like to call "Blue Blurr.", It'll be 800 Gil."

Anna passed him the money, and took a sip of her drink…it was powerfully strong tasting of alcohol, with a hint of, as far as she could tell, blackberries. Chad took a sip of his Dr Pepper. "We can't do anything Anna, not right now…"

"-Yeah well bring it Jak, I'll give you a one two, a left and a-"Daxter was going to Jak, before Jak just smacked him off the side of the bar, onto the floor. "-….owww…"

Jak turned back to his drink after looking down at his friend and smirking. "Sucks to be your size Daxter."

Meanwhile, on the Space station controlled by the Zerg, there had been some major setbacks to their plans.

Seems like not all the troopers were removed, as some had decided to play hero and not only tamper with the goddamn energy core of the station and disabling the emergency teleport, but also some had decided to self destruct every single transport ship, destroying half the hangers, and stopping them from leaving the space station altogether.

The Zerg around Richard had no idea what to do, as he was demanding them to fix the emergency teleport, but so far the reports from the energy core room was that they were doing far more harm then good, as they had shut the core down on three separate occasions.

Richard was tapping his foot, looking at the Zerg Overmind before him. "So your saying that we've now lost power to deflector shields because one of the minions decided to smash one of the control panels to try and fix the problem?"

The Overmind nodded. Richard just rolled his eyes and looked away. "Well at least things can't get any worse then this. I'm sure ol' Uni will come and hitch us a ride or something."

That's when a warning signal was set off, meaning vessels were approaching. Richard quickly went over to one of the nearby computers and typed on it, trying to find out what was coming their way.

In space, slowly homing in on the Space Station, was several Borg Cubes…

A mere hour later, three GF warships had come out of light speed, and begun to approach the planet Char. One the bridge of one vessel, a female captain was asking for scans of the planet. "Anything to report?"

One of her crewman, checking his computer, responded. "The Space Station is still intact, all humanoid life but one is left on it. The planet has all Zerg. It's been a complete wipe out."

The captain nodded. This was expected. "Very well. Begin destruction of outposts on the planet, then proceed to the Station, inform our allies to do-"

"Captain!" one of her other crewman had quickly turned to look at her from the other side of the bridge. "Two unknown ships are coming towards us! From the direction of Char!"

"Everyone battle stations! Raise deflector shields and jam all teleport signals! power up weapons and prepare fighters for take off!"

All around her was the response of "AYE AYE!"

As most of the bridge crew were moving around and sending messages to the rest of the people around the ship, the captain moved towards the station where crewman that warned her of the ships was. "How long untill they enter targeting range?"

"No more then a few minutes…they're coming into visual now."

She looked…and saw two cubes coming to them…not all GF officers knew of the Borg…but she did…and she was horrified, as they had sent them an audio message, to all three ships, in that lifeless, machine voice…

"We are the Borg, You will be Assimilated. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Resistance is futile."

1. The United Federation of Planets is pretty much what it was before the loss of the Enterprise D.

2. In this Verse, The Star Wars timeline is set just after The Empire Strikes Back. Luke and Vader had their little quarrel including the hand slicing and such, but now the Empire's focus is against the GF, as is the Rebel Alliance, pretty much trying to get the GF to piss off and let them finish their fight. Yoda is still rather young in this verse, about 600 years old, whereas in the original verse, he was 900 something, so yeah, he'll live much longer.

3. The different Zerg came into mind back then because I felt that I couldn't use the normal Zerg…later on I do when I noticed how silly that was, but since this new breed had become quite vital, especially later, I had to keep them in.

4. Light speed is about the same as Warp 3 to UFP standards…explaining why the GF are so slow and suck so bad for reinforcements.

-Dragonridley.