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Star Trek Voyager/Doctor Who Crossover – Worst Case Scenario: Chapter 3
By
Celgress
Interstellar Space
"Species 8499, Daleks, have penetrated Delta Quadrant unmatrix zero-one-zero grid twenty-three. Twelve planets destroyed, thirty-eight vessels disabled, four billion Borg eliminated, activating Emergency Protocol 0101. All available resources will be diverted into creation of Apocalypse Weapon. Construction of Apocalypse Weapon will commence immediately in Delta Quadrant matrix three-five-eight-nine-seven grid for-one, Thespian Stellar Nursery. Until successful deployment of Apocalypse Weapon occurs existence of Apocalypse Weapon must remain secret."
"Vessel detected in unimatrix five-nine grid four-three Cube 3788814 alter course to intercept. Vessel identified Federation Starfleet, Intrepid Class, register NCC-74656, designation USS Voyager, one-hundred-forty-eight life forms onboard, prepare for assimilation. We are the Borg. You will be assimilated resistance if futile."
On the bridge of the USS Voyager Captain Kathrine Janeway took a deep breath as the Borg Cube, which dominated the main view screen, caught her ship in the eerie, green light of a tractor beam. Voyager rocked violently within the powerful pull exerted by the beam. It was now or never Janeway told herself.
"Borg vessel this is Captain Kathrine Janeway of the starship USS Voyager. I wish to propose an alliance between our two peoples."
"Your proposal is irrelevant. You and your crew will become one with us."
Janeway nodded at B'Elanna Torres, who was currently manning tactical. B'Elanna began transmitting a video simulation of the EMH's modified Borg nanoprobes attacking the Dalek construct on a microscopic level. "Borg vessel we possess vital tactical information on Species 8499, the Daleks. The data stream you are now receiving is a small sample of the information we have discovered. Disengage your tractor beam, or I will order the information destroyed. You have ten seconds to comply."
Ten seconds went by, the tractor beam remained. Janeway decided to use another line of reasoning on her would be partners. "We know you are in danger of being overwhelmed, totally defeated even. Borg vessel you cannot afford to lose this information…." Without warning the Captain was gone plucked from the bridge in the green shimmer of a Borg transporter.
"Get her back, now!" Chakotay ordered cold panic gripping his heart.
"I cannot retrieve the Captain, sir" Tuvok, who was currently manning Harry's old station, said calmly. "The Cube's subspace field has already adapted to our transporter frequencies."
"B'Elanna is there anything you can do?" Chakotay asked his eyes filled with fear.
"I'm working on it" B'Elanna said, frantically examining her readouts.
"Well work faster. We can't just leave the Captain over there at the mercy of the Collective. Tuvok do you think our weapons could weaken or even disrupt their subspace field long enough for us to retrieve the Captain?"
"Uncertain, though it is possible. I must point out the risks involve outweigh the potential benefits such a course of action may generate. There is little doubt the Borg will perceive such an action as a threat and retaliate with overwhelming force, further considering our current tactical situation caught in in their tractor beam as well as the nature of our opponent. They may even attempt the wholesale seizure and subsequent assimilation of Voyager."
"What do you suggest we do instead Tuvok?" Chakotay asked in frustration.
"We wait." Tuvok replied stoically.
"We wait" Chakotay repeated almost in disbelief.
"Heck of a plan you got there Tuvok" Tom Paris chuckled before a withering gaze from Chakotay silenced him.
Center of Borg Cube
Within the confines of the massive structure Borg drones marched through the maze of corridors in endless lines. Like the endless parade of automatons noise never ceased. The Cube was more like a living, breathing, self-sustaining, self-directing organism than a space going vessel. An uneducated observer could easily think it was grown rather than manufactured. Every part of it and every being abroad served a purpose. All directed by the collective will which bound them together, the Hive Mind. The unifying nature of the Hive Mind was everything here. Even if outsiders could not hear it's song they certainly could see the dance the tune orchestrated.
Leaning over the railing which ran along a long walkway Janeway looked on with awe and more than a little trepidation at the scene before her. Janeway had never in her wildest dreams, or her darkest nightmares, ever thought she'd be alone inside a Borg Cube. The very concept was enough to make her head swim.
"State your demands."
The booming, multilayered voice of the Collective assaulting her senses from everywhere yet at the same time nowhere was enough to snap Janeway out of her repose. "I want a guarantee of safe passage for my crew and vessel through the space you control in return for the information I showed you."
"Unacceptable our space is vast. Your passage would require too much time. Our simulations project our war with Species 8499, Daleks would be lost long before you exit our domain. Species 8499, Daleks are a lethal threat which must be wiped out. If the Daleks are victorious in our current conflict they will overrun the entire Delta Quadrant, then the galaxy. Our survival is your survival, give us the technology."
"If I do that you'll assimilate us" Janeway said shaking her head.
"Give us the technology now, or we will destroy your vessel along with every life form onboard."
Janeway gasped in shock at the barbarity of the Borg's latest threat. If she didn't so desperately need safe passage through their space she might have terminated negotiations. "I do not personally have the information you desire. The information is locked in a secure part of my ship. My crew is under strict orders to destroy the data if you make any provocative moves against them, or if I do not contact them within the next ten minutes." Janeway hoped the Borg couldn't tell the last bit was a lie.
"Very well state your demands, in full detail. We will then grant or deny your request."
Bridge of the USS Voyager
"How much longer are we going to wait?" Paris asked the air.
"As long as it takes Mr. Paris" Chakotay snapped back in annoyance.
"We are being hailed by the Borg Cube, sir" Tuvok said.
On the main view screen an image of Captain Janeway within the Cube appeared. "Commander I have reached an agreement with the Collective. We will give them the modified nanoprobes so they can combat the Daleks. In return they will grant us safe passage through their space."
Breathing a sigh of relief Chakotay said. "Tell our new friends they can disengage their tractor beam. We do not need a leash."
"I'll see what I can do" Janeway replied.
"Captain How long until you return to Voyager?" Tuvok asked.
"I don't, at least not in the short term" Janeway said. "It is part of the deal. I work here."
"Captain I must protest, for security reasons" Tuvok said.
"I must protest as well" Chakotay said. "Is your presence on the Cube truly necessary?"
"The agreement is I work here until the crisis is resolved. We are going to make this work. Tuvok I want you to join me here at once, Janeway out." At the termination of the link the bridge crew exchanged worried glances.
Main Chamber of Dalek Mothership
The new Supreme Council of the Daleks convened in the massive chamber over two dozen black capped, specialized imperial guards surrounded the council members at a respectable distance. The six Daleks were each slightly larger than a standard Dalek. Their primary colors were white, black, red, blue, green & yellow.
In the center of the room, on a slightly raised platform, stood a Dalek of a unique design unlike any other of it's kind. The casing was the standard copper color of most Daleks and had a plunger stick as well as an extermination weapon however that was where the similarities ended. The top half of the Dalek was dominated by a massive spherical shape half the size of the entire creature. Atop the sphere was the standard Dalek eye stock and light bulb like devices although there were six of these, two in front by the eye stock, two along the sides and two on the back of the doom, instead of the usual two. This entity was the leader, their current emperor.
"Report!" The Emperor commanded.
The White Dalek came forward. "Supreme One Borg resistance has proven ineffective against us. We have determined the inhabitants of the galaxy in this new dimension pose no threat to us. Operation Re-Genesis can proceed as planned."
"What is the current timetable for Operation Re-Genesis?" The Emperor asked.
The White Dalek withdrew as the Black Dalek came forward. "Operation Re-Genesis will formally commence in five hundred mega-rels."
"Why the delay?" The Emperor demanded.
"We had difficulty locating a subspace rift with the correct properties. The situation however has been resolved. Now all that remains is securing the subspace rift and surrounding area" the Black Dalek said before withdrawing.
"Excellent, we have waited long for our renewal. Soon we, Daleks shall once more be the masters of a universe!" The Emperor screeched.
"Daleks shall once more be the masters of a universe! Daleks shall once more be the masters of a universe! Daleks shall once more be the masters of a universe!" the Supreme Council shrieked in unison mimicking their lord.
Borg Cube
"You can't do this!" Janeway yelled as she and Tuvok were each held down by a pair of Borg Drones. Janeway could hardly believe what was happening. Everything had been going great, or so she'd thought. Tuvok had been beamed over from Voyager and the Collective had even provided the two Starfleet officers with their own work area near the center of the Cube when disaster had struck. For some unknown reason the Hive Mind had unexpectedly concluded Janeway & Tuvok required neural interface devices implanted into their spines so as to better communicate with the horde.
"Please don't. We work better with our individuality intact" Janeway argued as one of the drones holding her started to implant the neural interface.
"Irrelevant your primitive mode of communication must be bypassed if we are to work together efficiently."
"Wait, what if you picked a single Borg with which we could interact. A representative if you will" Jane offered.
"Elaborate."
"A speaker, you've done in before when you transformed Jean-Luc Picard into Locutus" Janeway explained noting that the drone previously inserting the neural interface had ceased doing so.
"Are either of you volunteering for such a role?"
"Not us" Janeway quickly correct. "Use a pre-existing drone as your spokesperson."
"Understood"
Janeway and Tuvok were immediately released by the drones after being pulled to their feet. In a nearby alcove a young, female drone, whose left eye had been replaced by a long optical probe, activated. Emerging from the alcove the drone strolled over to where the bewildered Janeway and Tuvok stood.
"I am Seven of Nine Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix 01. You may call me Seven of Nine. I speak for the Borg."
"A pleasure to meet you Seven of Nine" Janeway said extending her hand in friendship.
Ignoring the gesture Seven of Nine said. "Do not engage this unit in irrelevant conversation. We have no time nor interest in such an activity."
"Charming" Tuvok said as Seven of Nine shouldered passed him while gesturing for the Starfleet officers to follow her.
Janeway shook her head ruefully muttering. "At least things can't get much worse." She'd soon learn in such dire situations you shouldn't tempt fate.
To Be Continued