The ship had come out of nowhere.
Seems those Borg decided that the third moon of the Egadas system was a good place to hide, too.
Tom's piloting let me get a good shot at it. It exploded nicely, but not before two drones managed to transport aboard.
I killed one, but the other quickly adapted to our phaser frequency. In desperation, Tom grabbed a compression rifle and fired … it was on stun, but that was just enough to knock the drone onto the transporter pad. A quick command and it was beamed into space, followed by the body of its companion.
"Hold still," Tom commanded as he quickly scanned me with a medical tricorder.
"I'm fine."
"I just want to be sure," he said. Satisfied, he grinned at me. I grinned back, and motioned for the tricorder. "Let's make sure you're OK, too".
The preventive measures done, we collapse into each others arms.
"That was not the kind of assimilation I had in mind," I say into his chest, and I can feel him shake with laughter. "Definitely not," he said as he kissed the top of my head.
"Tell you what," I say leaning back to look at him, "let's leave the shields up and run full sensor sweeps. Then perhaps we can get on with … parking."
He grins, but I see a bit of doubt. "Not that I don't want to … but I think we may miss our check-in."
"I think we can use this to our advantage," I say lightly. "I suspect that ship was alone, but we should lay low for a while, just in case. Besides, we get so little time together: I won't let those bastards interrupt that." I raise an eyebrow. "So where were we?"
He leans in, and just before he kisses me, whispers, "Right about here."