"Dark Frontier" Line-by-Line

[Leandar]

Seven: Comforting words. Use them next time instead of resistance is futile. You may elicit a few volunteers.

 

[kathrynjaneway]

QUEEN: You cling to sarcasm because you are afraid to see the truth. Species one zero zero two six is already adding to our perfection. You can feel their distinctiveness coursing through us, enhancing us. Stop resisting. Take pleasure in this.

 

[Leandar]

Seven: I will not take pleasure in the destruction of a race!

 

[LeadHead]

Queen: Human Sentiment. Compassion, guilt, empathy. They're irrelevant!

 

[Brian]

SEVEN: Not to me.

 

[kathrynjaneway]

QUEEN: Me? There is no me. There is only us. One mind.

 

[Brian]

SEVEN: My thoughts are my own.

 

[kathrynjaneway]

QUEEN: We've overlooked something. A ship, four life forms. They're trying to escape. How do you suggest we proceed. Destroy the vessel or assimilate it?

 

[LeadHead]

Seven: Neither. There are only 4 life forms and the vessel is heavily damaged. It is an inefficient use of our resources. We should ignore it.

 

[Brian]

QUEEN: In this case our thoughts are not one. If those individuals are allowed to survive, species one zero zero two six will survive and continue to resist us. But that's what you were hoping for, wasn't it. You tried to mask their life signs but I detected them.

 

[LeadHead]

Seven: Release the vessel.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

QUEEN: I'm sorry this lesson has to be so painful for you, but you are a difficult pupil. Abandon your human frailties. They are the cause of your pain.

 

[LeadHead]

Seven: Let them go, please.

Queen signals for the tractor beam to release.

Alien vessel moves away at high speed

I thought compassion was irrelevant.

 

[Brian]

MAGNUS: Field notes, U.S.S. Raven, Stardate 32634.9. The Raven was hit by a subspace particle storm. We took heavy damage and our multi-adaptive shielding went offline for thirteen point two seconds. Unfortunately, it was long enough for the Borg to perceive us as a threat.

 

[LeadHead]

Erin: I've found something. A Nebula.

 

[kathrynjaneway]

MAGNUS: Class?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

ERIN: Mutara. Distance, three light years. I'm setting a course.

 

[kathrynjaneway]

MAGNUS: The particle density's too high. Our hull would breach.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

ERIN: We can reinforce structural integrity.

 

[kathrynjaneway]

MAGNUS: We'll find somewhere else to hide.