Wolf 359.

Benjamin Sisko, former first officer of the Starship Saratoga, watched as his ship, his crippled ship was destroyed by the Borg.

The panorama showed other ships, Klingon, Romulan and federation, engaging the Borg head on and not even scoring a single direct hit large enough to cause a lot of damage.

The Borg ship itself was relatively undamaged, the hull looking like it did when the fleet made it's stand not too long ago.

The dull, leaden grey hull looked unscratched, barely damaged considering the amount of firepower battering it. Whilst Sisko understood the need for survival, for fighting off the Borg from their plans, he couldn't see how it could happen.

Most of Starfleet's most powerful vessels were here, fighting and being torn to pieces by the weapons the Borg ship applied to them.

Sisko looked around the escape pod, seeing the mix of civilian and Starfleet officers. They all looked slightly shell shocked, grimy but alive. Sisko looked at his groggy, bruised son, Jake. The kid looked frightened, shocked and battered. His mother had just died, his whole world would now have to revolve around his Starfleet father. His only parent left.

The commander felt anger. Not just against the Borg, but also at Starfleet.

What the hell made them allow civilians on board their ships ?

It was senseless and moronic, it didn't occur to them that they could be in danger. Now, his wife, his Jennifer and Jake had paid the price - Jennifer was dead, killed by the senseless and monstrous beings that were a combination of flesh and technology.

Jake was now without a mother.

They were on their own.