Surviving bitterness.
Arcturis coughed as the ship sparked out electrical fumes from the console as alarms continued to blare around him. He pulled himself into the helm chair and studied the instrumentation of his ship.
His ship.
It wasn't his, it belonged, rightly to his people. Now, he was among the last of his race. Others had survived, 10 maybe 20 thousand.
20 thousand !
His eyes started to water as the tears became uncontrollable. For a good hour, he poured out his grief with no one to consol him.
No one !
Arcturis pulled himself together, really, he didn't have much of a choice as a new idea sprang to mind. Revenge, revenge on the whore who'd done this to him, his people, his little sister, his family and friends. He would be the architect of his peoples revenge.
Janeway, captain of a starship from the other side of the galaxy, would pay a terrible, terrible price for what she'd done. But he would need to study her and her people, he would travel to that part of the galaxy, the part known as the alpha quadrant. Even at maximum slipstream, the travel time would take at least 3 months.
Steeling himself, Arcturis's hands flew over the navigational controls, modifying the slipstream conduit to adjust and take him to the galactic arm of the galaxy where this precious " federation" existed. As soon as that was done, he sat back and started making plans…..
He learnt a lot about the Federation, the prime directive was the most truly interesting aspect of that evil society - of course it was evil, how could anyone from a peaceful society allow the genocide of many a race for their own selfish ambitions ?
The Prime directive stated that no Starfleet officer would interfere in alien affairs nor manipulate events relating to those said alien races.
Hypocrites the lot of them !
" Who are you to make that decision, a stranger to this quadrant ?" Arcturis shouted at Janeway, the bitch didn't seem to be repentant in what she'd done. It was hardly surprising.
" There wasn't time to take a poll, I had to act quickly," Janeway wheedled.
Arcturis wasn't listening by this point, " My people managed to elude the Borg for centuries. Outwitting them, always one step ahead. But in recent years the Borg were able to close in and Species 8472 were our last hope to defeat them."
Hysterically, he shouted, " You took that away from us."
Looking away from the two bitches who'd help ruin his life and destroy his people, Arcturis kept speaking, " The outer colonies were the first to fall, 23 in a matter of hours. Our sentry vessels tossed aside, no defence against the storm and by the time they surrounded our star system, " he took a deep breath, " Hundreds of cubes, " breathing hard, he kept on, " We'd already surrendered to our own terror."
" A few of us managed to survive, 10 - 20 thousand. I was fortunate, I escaped in a vessel. Alone, but alive." tears started welling up again.
Hysterical again, Arcturis pointed at Seven, who'd stayed quiet so far, " I don't blame them, they were just drones, acting with their collective instinct. But you, you had a choice."
That was the difference between Janeway and the Borg, Arcturis decided. They were more than aware of choice. The Collective had chosen to wipe races out.
Janeway on the other hand was pure evil.
Just like her Federation.
