Five Days Earlier:
Dre Almas was not a morning person. Not at all. Living in the barracks at the Temporal Integrity Monitoring Station was enough to mess with any being's sleep schedule. But, Dre had never been one to wake up easily, and at thirty five years old, she knew she never would be.
As usual, Dre was the last one to filter into the briefing room. But not only was everyone else there and ready for assignments, they were all dressed in tactical gear and waiting impatiently for her.
"What?" she asked
Her partner, Voran, nodded his head to the viewing window. Dre's and five other sets of eyes followed outside to see planet Earth teaming with black and silver spacecraft, not a speck of blue or green to be found. Earth was a Borg planet.
"Oh, man. Not again." Groaned Dre.
Their supervisor, a short Cardassian with no sense of humor whatsoever, stood up and motioned everyone else to sit down. The dour woman motioned for a holographic timeline to appear in the middle of the table. "We are at -6 hours. The violation occurred in 2378 and originated on Earth."
Everyone glanced towards Dre and Voran. Human violators were investigated by human, or a close as to human as people got in 2698.
"Considering the, ah, magnitude of the consequences." Madam Supervisor glanced out the window. "You are authorized to use whatever means necessary to restore the time line.
Dre and Voran stood up and bowed slightly in unison. "Understood." Said Voran in his deep, powerful voice.
"And Commander Voran?" she called after them as they walked out the door.
"Yes?"
"Make it quick. We have twelve hours left before this facility ceases to exist."
"Don't we always?" shot back Dre with a smug look.
Her cheeky response was not met with a reply.