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Star Trek: Into the Void - Season One

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Epilogue

Zia Kehen made it halfway across the chamber before she first noticed the effects of the ultrasonics. It affected her in a different way to the other members of the away team. There was no sense of fear, just an annoying pain that was located at the base of her neck. Suddenly, a gray shape seemed to float past her but she controlled her emotions. Without the influence of the ultrasonics, she ignored what she knew to be an illusion and carried on. Where Commander Masafumi and Lieutenant Tennyson had walked slowly and with trepidation, the Yulani strode forward quickly, eager to reach the other side.


****


Behind her, Masafumi stood in the doorway and watched while she disappeared into the shadows.

“You know that she’ll be okay,” Liz told him from the other side of the doorway.

“Of course,” he said, glad that Hollem was off ministering to sick prisoners.

Tennyson laughed. “She has no idea, you know.”

“About what?,” he asked her, just a little too quickly.

“That you like her in that way. You really should tell her.”

“Everyone wants to run my love life for me,” Yashiro said, turning to face her. “No offense, Lieutenant, but it isn’t your concern.”

Tennyson held up her hands. “Hey, I’m just giving you some friendly advice. I wasn’t trying to get in your face, Commander.”

“I apologize if I snapped,” Masafumi said, turning his gaze back towards the darkness.


****


The pain at the base of her neck was becoming close to intolerable but Kehen had made it to the far wall. Looking back, she could see nothing beyond shadows and darkness. Ahead of her, she saw a doorway that was similar to the one that she had left, minutes before. Walking up to it, she pushed and she wasn’t surprised to find it open. Gingerly, she stepped inside, expecting to find armed guards ready to pounce on her at any minute. Instead, she found an empty room and off to one side was a bank of controls.

As she walked over to the controls, she realized that the pain was subsiding. Obviously, she was away from the influence of the ultrasonic generators. The control console was lit up like a Christmas tree, a concept that Kehen had no knowledge of before she joined Starfleet and attended the Academy. There were over a dozen buttons and levers, plus several instrument panels that she couldn’t make heads or tails out of. Undaunted, she hit buttons randomly until she saw a particular reading that consisted of a red bar that began to lower, gradually and slowly turning yellow.

“Selvie!,” came a voice from behind her.


****


When the lights slowly began to dip, Commander Masafumi instantly knew the reason. “She’s done it! Doctor, Lieutenant, we’re leaving!,” he shouted and seconds later, the other two Starfleet officers were at his side.

“Just because the lights are fading doesn’t mean that the ultrasonics are offline,” Tennyson said. Around them, panic accompanied the dimming lights and most of the prisoners were running towards the courtyard.

“I know. There’s only one way to know for sure.” The Commander darted out from the doorway, anticipating the palpitations that he had experienced earlier. After two meters, he stopped and he felt fine. “Come on! Let’s go!”


****


“Selvie, how did you get past the spirits?,” the hulking guard standing before her asked with his short sword in his hand. He moved forward, his sword darting before him.

“I’ve always had a high tolerance for spirits,” Kehen quipped before she ducked away from his sudden lunge. His sword sparkled when it deflected off of the console.

The Yulani was backed now into a corner of the mall room.

“Stay there, Selvie,” the guard said when he moved over to the console and began to manipulate the controls. Suddenly, the power indicator began to rise up into the red zone again.

“Don’t!,” she cried out and started forward before he brandished his sword at her and she shrunk back.

“Quiet! I don’t know how you made it this far but anyone else who tries will be in for a surprise.” He grinned as the reading rose right back up to the top.

Suddenly, an arm looped around his throat. “The surprise, I fear, is yours,” Masafumi said, locking the guard in the sleeper hold and dragging the hapless guard, his sword fallen out of reach, to the floor.

Kehen reached forward and picked up the weapon. “Commander!,” she cried out. “I thought you would be caught by the ultrasonics.”

“Another few seconds and we would have,” Doctor Hollem said from behind Masafumi. Lieutenant Tennyson was standing beside him. “We just started to feel its effect when we reached the door.”

“Where do we find the Domni?,” Masafumi asked as he loosened his grip, just a little, to allow the guard to speak. He stayed silent and the Commander tightened his grip once more, causing the guard to choke. “Tell me!”

The guard’s eyes were almost popping out of his skull but he began to gesture with his hand and Masafumi loosened his grip again. “Top of the building. Through the Quevon at the end of the corridor.”

“Thank you,” the First Officer said before he pulled tight until the guard lost consciousness.

“Quevon?,” asked Hollem.

“I assume we’ll find out what it is if we follow that corridor,” Tennyson said, indicating the only other exit from the room.

A quick jog down the corridor led the away team to an open lift. “A Quevon, I presume,” Yashiro said before he stepped inside with the others close behind. “No controls,” he added before the lift began to rise automatically.

“Just like the train,” said Hollem.

They passed by ten floors but the lift refused to stop and Masafumi was beginning to get a bad feeling. When it finally did stop, there were four guards waiting for them. With the sword taken away from Lieutenant Kehen, they were ushered into a room alone. The guards remained outside.

The room was large and giant windows showed a panoramic view of the city around them. It was a myriad of buildings. Some of them were like the ones that they had encountered in the village and some of the buildings were totally different.

“Wow,” said Zia.

At the center of the room stood a spherical object. It was five meters wide and it was just as tall, glowing a dull orange.

“Domni, I presume?,” asked Masafumi.

“I am the Domni,” came a voice and the sphere grew brighter when the voice spoke. “You Selvie are persistent. No one has ever left the Ulka alive before.”

“I don’t suppose it’s worth reiterating that we aren’t Selvie,” said Masafumi.

“No,” replied the Domni. “The Chobreq are a merciful race. We would have let you live in the Ulka, but obviously, you are more dangerous than you appear. I am truly sorry.”

“What for?,” asked Tennyson. A moment later and she understood when a high-pitched whistle emanated from all around them. Screaming, the four Starfleet officers fell to the floor, their hands clamped to their ears as blood seeped out between them.

Then, sudden;y, a giant roar and a flash of light overwhelmed the whistling, followed by a deathly silence. Slowly, Masafumi rose to his feet. Every pane of glass in the room had been shattered and the Domni was dark with the top of the sphere missing. Turning around, slowly, he saw the explanation.

A Type-Nine shuttlecraft hovered outside the building. As he looked closer, he saw Lieutenant Commander Adam Huntington sitting in the pilot’s seat. Upon seeing him, the Security Chief gave him a mock salute.

A moment later, there was the whine of a transporter effect when Captain Cardonez materialized next to him.

“Commander, are you all right?”

Masafumi nodded weakly. “Just about, I think. We might need some medical attention though.” He reached down and helped Hollem to his feet. Kehen was already helping Tennyson, allowing the other woman to lean against her.

“We traced the train tracks to here and we managed to track down your lifesigns. It looked like you were in trouble so we decided on the bull in a china shop approach.”

“It probably saved our lives,” said the Bajoran.

“It’s a shame about the Domni,” Masafumi said before he heard something. It was a low whimpering coming from the Domni.

He raised an eyebrow and Cardonez asked,” What’s the Domni, Commander?”

Masafumi walked over to the ruined sphere and looked inside. “Not what we thought that it was,” he answered cryptically.

Cardonez followed him and looked down into the hollow sphere. A frail, old man sat inside, cowering amongst a plethora of instrument panels.

“So the Domni is merely one of the Chobreq,” said Masafumi. “There’s no need to be afraid. We don’t mean you any harm.”

The Domni looked up with fear in his eyes but also something else; sadness. “The Selvie are too strong,” he said. “The Domni cannot protect his people anymore.”

Masafumi sighed. “Domni, I know that the Chobreq were once a powerful and advanced race and that the Selvie took that away from you. However, we’re not the Selviem and I can prove it. If you lower the cloaking shield that hides the surface, we will leave you and never return if you wish.”

“If we wish?,” asked the Domni.

“It’s up to you. We represent the United Federation of Planets, an organization that spans thousands of worlds and hundreds of different species. We believe in space and if you want us to, we will leave you alone but we would also be willing to help you.”

“We do not need help.”

“Don’t you?,” he asked. “We found you, despite your shielding. Others will eventually and they might not be as friendly as we are. Six of us have wreaked havoc on your world and we came in friendship! Imagine a hundred like us, only eager to ravage your world. If you let us, the Federation can help you defend yourselves properly and give you the ability to make use of the different environments that you have. We could help to ensure that the Chobreq are truly protected.”

For a long moment, the Domni merely looked up at Masafumi. When he finally spoke, there was an air of finality in his voice. “I will deactivate the shroud but only long enough for you to leave this place. The Chobreq are still a proud people, no matter what the Selvie did to us. Leave us in peace but do not return.” He reached out and activated a control on his console.

Within seconds, Cardonez’s combadge chirped. “Cardonez here.”

“Captain, you’re alive!,” came Lieutenant Ramblin’s voice which was filled with relief mixed with surprise.

“Yes, Lieutenant, we are. Wait a moment.” She tapped her combadge. “Cardonez to shuttlecraft. Adam, there’s no time to explain but head for orbit. We’ll beam directly to the Testudo.”

“Understood,” came the Security Chief’s reply.

Meanwhile, the Captain had resumed communications with the ship. “Louise, lock onto us, five to beam up, directly to the Bridge. Now.”

Masafumi nodded at the Domni. “If you ever change your mind, it would be an honor to learn more about your culture. As a friend, rather than a prisoner.”

The Domni opened his mouth to reply but Masafumi was gone before he could speak.


****


As they materialized on the Bridge, the away team looked at the planet. It was so different now with conurbations and clear signs of vegetation and water. As they watched, the view suddenly changed. All signs of life were gone and once more, Pollera Four - Circadia - appeared to be nothing more than a lifeless ball of dust.

“Captain, what the hell just happened?,” asked Lieutenant Ramblin.

“Just some people who value their privacy, Lieutenant,” said Commander Masafumi.

“Captain, we should probably get to Sickbay,” said Hollem. “Who knows how much damage has been done to our ears.”

Cardonez nodded. “Go. You’re all off-duty for the next forty-eight hours, irrespective of what the medics turn up.”

The group nodded and headed for the turbolift.

“Captain, Commander Huntington is requesting permission to come aboard,” said Ramblin.

“Permission granted,” the Captain said with a smile that faded somewhat when she looked down. “Lieutenant, why is there a boot print on the side of your console?”


****


As the four away team members exited the turbolift and began the walk to Sickbay, Commander Masafumi saw that the doctor and the chief engineer seemed to be purposefully lagging behind. Some people will never give up, he told himself.

“I still don’t understand,” said Kehen. “How come we were diverted, four hundred kilometers away when we beamed down?”

“Who knows? Perhaps the shield was designed to divert visitors to the nearest habitation,” hypothesized Masafumi. “Lieutenant?”

“What is it, Commander?,” she replied with a smile.

He paused. It wasn’t the right time yet. He would say something but there was plenty of time to do it. “Nothing, Lieutenant. Nothing important.”


The End.
 
Strength through diversity. We keep trying to drive that point home and the xenophobes keep not listening. Very much liking the use of sound as a weapon (which is probably not far off for us technologically.) You've also put your finger on the true threat of AI.

There's an old saying that physics advances one funeral at a time. So does our morality. The true danger of AI is that it is extremely conservative and effectively immortal. It will reflect the morality of whoever programmed it and no matter how progressive that individual is, their biases will eventually be outgrown by an increasingly egalitarian humanity. 150 years ago we were abolishing chattel slavery and just getting around to the idea that Africans were as human as Europeans. It took another 50 years to start applying that idea to women.

An interesting question would be whether AI could be programmed to grow with humanity. But it is entirely possible for us to grow the wrong way (if the - past 6 years have taught us anything...)

Thanks!! rbs
 
Star Trek: Into the Void

Episode Fourteen - ‘Abyss’

By Jack D. Elmlinger



Prologue

Loktera Seven, one of the furthest outposts of the Federation and a planet around the size of Pluto which was characterized by an atmosphere that was mainly composed of sulfur and carbon dioxide. Where windstorms hurled green and red dust around the planetary surface at hundreds of kilometers per second, constantly eroding the iron heavy mountains that rose up from the planet’s dead seas. And yet, despite the fact that few humanoid species could exist unaided on the surface, Loktera Seven was a highly-populated world.

The last Federation census had placed the planet’s population at over six hundred thousand.

The reason?

Dilithium.

Loktera Seven wasn’t exactly the biggest source of dilithium in the Alpha Quadrant. Far from it but its mines provided almost three percent of the Federation’s dilithium. In addition, its proximity to Ferengi territory had helped secure one of the first trade agreements between the Ferengi Alliance and the Federation. As such privately-owned mines worked side-by-side with Federation-operated ones. A six-month tour at a Ferengi-owned mine could earn a small fortune in latinum. Of course, the Starfleet engineers did it, purely out of a sense of duty. However, successive base commanders had ensured that they received some gold-pressed latinum so they could enjoy the host of facilities set up on the planet by Ferengi businessmen, eager to separate latinum from its owners.

The largest settlement on the planet was First Town, which was a collection of buildings where none of them were more than two stories high, composed of duranium, battered and pockmarked by the regular assault of sand and wind. In the upper room of such a building, the young woman named Amira purred while she lay beneath a simple white sheet with her head resting against a naked Nausicaan named B’Rem. Normally, she steered clear of Nausicaans. She had done the whole rough sex thing, years before, and she had no real desire to repeat it but B’Rem was quite romantic as his species went. He had won a load at the Dabo tables and decided that she, as his favorite Dabo girl, should share in his good fortune.

A wild night of drinking occurred which was followed by an even wilder night in her room. It had been rough but fun. Now she lay, satiated and content in his arms. She would ache tomorrow but tonight had been worth it, if only for the several bars of gold-pressed latinum that he had slipped her way. Outside, a windstorm wailed but she didn’t care. She felt safe and protected.

There was a knock at the door.

“Go away! We’re busy!,” she shouted, giggling while B’Rem stroked her belly.

The knock was repeated, only louder and more insistent.

“The lady said we’re busy! Krak out!,” B’Rem grunted before asking her,” It’s not a jealous boyfriend, I hope?” His jaw broke into a fair representation of a smile.

“You’re all that I can handle, baby,” she whispered. “It sounds like they’ve given up. It was probably Relek wanting me back on the dabo tables.”

“Screw him. I paid for a night.”

“And you’ll get it. Oh, boy, will you get it,” Amira said before she bobbed her head below the sheet, much to B’Rem’s delight.

The door imploded inwards.

Amira squealed and B’Rem dived out of bed, reaching for his multi-bladed knife before he turned to face whoever or whatever was coming through the door. He hadn’t expected a diminutive Betazoid with a phaser.

“I’m sorry about the door,” the newcomer said while he stepped over the door’s remains.

“I don’t know who you are but you’ve made a big mistake,” the hulking Nausicaan said.

“Oh, please,” said the intruder and promptly shot B’Rem where he stood.

Amira screamed when B’Rem fell to the ground, unmoving. She was shaking now with the sheet pulled up to her chin as if it was affording her some protection. “Take whatever you want,” she mumbled. “Just, please… don’t kill me.”

“I have no intention of killing you, Amira,” the intruder said and sat down on the end of her bed. “Don’t worry about your friend. He’s only stunned. Hopefully, we can conclude our business before he wakes up.”

For the first time since her evening had been turned upside down, she looked… really looked at her attacker. She recognized him, even though he was out of uniform, dressed in dark trousers and jacket. “Valian?,” she whispered in disbelief.

“You remember?,” Kandro replied. “Weird. I’ve probably forgotten the faces of half of my one night stands. Never mind their names.”

“Valian, what are you doing here?”

“Me? I’m just on leave, really. I’m visiting a few friends and knocking down a few doors. You were very hard to find,” he said, emphasizing each word with a wave of his phaser in her face.

“You’ve been looking for me?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. You didn’t make that much of an impression on me. I need information though. It’s the kind of information that only someone with your connections would have.”

“I don’t understand,” she said. “I’m just a dabo girl working in the middle of nowhere.”

“Ah, yes, but a few months ago, you were so much more. A pilgrim seeking accession to a higher plane of existence,” he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

“I left those people behind. It wasn’t right for me.”

Kandro grinned a feral smile that sent a chill down her spine. “Well, I can see that you’ve gone up in the world since then.” He gestured towards the poorly furnished room and the unconscious Nausicaan.

“At least, I’m happy with my place in the universe now, Valian. Are you?,” she asked, defiantly with anger rising in her now.

“Oh, I’ve got an idea about where I finally belong.”

“Not with your Captain anymore?,” she asked him, a smirk on her face. “What’s the matter? Did she turn you down?”

Kandro’s left hand moved with a mind of its own, slapping Amira hard across her face. It stung and it drew tears from her eyes. “I said that I wasn’t going to kill you but any more cheap cracks like that, and I might change my mind.”

Amira looked at the man whose bed that she had once shared. He meant it. He could kill her. It was there in his eyes. Something that hadn’t been there before.

Emptiness…

A void…

A cold, unwavering nothingness.

“What do you want?,” she asked him.

“A simple question. Where are they?”

“Who?”

“Don’t play games. You know who. I’ve heard rumors that there’s been a sighting in Federation space but I can’t get a location. You might not run with the same crowd anymore but I’m willing to bet that you still keep in touch with them. If anyone knows the location, they do. And if they do, then you do. So, tell me where!” He yelled that last part. Spittle landed on her face but she was frozen in place, unable to wipe it away.

“It’s close to the Bernor system,” she said, quietly, her eyes downcast. “I don’t know any more than that.”

“Now, then,” Kandro said, standing up,” see how helpful you can be when you want to be.I don’t even have to pay you.”

“Why do you need to know?,” she asked him, ignoring his hurtful words.

“Can’t you guess?”

She looked up to see the truth in his eyes. “It’s not the answer, Valian. It never was,” she said. “It took me a while to realize that but it’s true.”

“Maybe not for you,” was his reply,” but it’s the only place left for me.” He turned to leave. “Goodbye, Amira. We won’t meet again.” He turned back and smiled at her. His smile scared her more than anything. “That is, if you’re lucky.”

Then he was gone.

Amira merely sat there for the next few minutes with her feelings of safety and assurance long gone now. She was afraid. For herself, certainly, but strangely enough, she was more afraid for Valian Kandro.
 
Warning: Some aspects of this chapter might disturb some readers.


Chapter One

Captain’s Log, Stardate 55109.7;


Where there is still no sign of Lieutenant Kandro, life aboard the Testudo goes on. We have rendezvoused with the USS Polaris to take aboard new crew members and to say farewell to some of our family who are moving on to other postings. We are also set to received a prestigious visitor and for one of my crew, a valued mentor.


Captain Isabel Cardonez stood in Transporter Room Two. Standing next to her and towering over her, slightly, was Doctor Hollem Azahn, the Bajoran Chief Medical Officer. She was eager to meet her incoming visitor who was something of a legendary figure in Starfleet. However, the doctor seemed to be quite reserved, almost nervous.

“Azahn, what’s wrong?,” she asked him. “I thought that you would be pleased to see her.”

“I am, Captain. It’s just… Well, trust me on this. It’s very easy to be overawed in her presence.”

“Captain, the Welington is signaling that their passenger is ready to come aboard,” said the young Vulcan crewman who was manning the console behind them.

Cardonez looked up at Hollem. “Ready?,” she asked him. He nodded and she cast a glance behind her. “Energize.”

A moment later, a blue-colored pillar of energy appeared on the transporter platform that quickly coalesced into the form of a middle-aged woman in Starfleet uniform. She was tall with strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes that sparkled as brightly as her smile.

Cardonez stepped forward to greet her visitor as she stepped down from the platform. “Doctor Crusher, welcome aboard. I’m Captain Cardonez. It’s an honor to meet you,” she said, extending her right hand.

Doctor Beverly Crusher took the proffered hand. “Thank you for having me, Captain. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“I believe you know my companion here,” Cardonez said, stepping aside and letting Hollem step forward.

“Azahn,” she said with some feeling and hugged the startled Bajor.

“Hello, Beverly,” he said when she broke away.

“How are you? You have to fill me in on everything that’s happened since you left the Enterprise.”

“There’s not much to tell, really.”

Beverly gave a small laugh at that. “Nothing much to tell? Azahm, from what little that you put in your letters, it sounds like the Testudo has had the same kind of adventures that I always thought were restricted to ships named Enterprise.”

“We’ve had our share of interesting times,” Cardonez told her,” and I’m sure that the Doctor will fill you in on all of them. If he doesn’t, I will.” She added that sentence with a wink.

Crusher smiled back. “So, what’s my itinerary while I’m here?”

“Well, I thought that I would leave that up to you and Azahn. I would like to give you a tour of the ship first. However, if you – “ Cardonez was cut off when her combadge chirped. “I’m sorry,” she said with slight embarrassment.

“That’s okay. Those damn things never seem to realize when you’re busy.”

Cardonez tapped her combadge. “Yes?”

“Captain, I require your presence in Holodeck One immediately,” came the voice of her Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Commander Adam Huntington.

“It’ll have to wait, Commander. I’m a little indisposed at the moment,” she replied.

“Captain, it’s a very delicate matter and we really need to deal with it urgently. You know that I wouldn’t press it if it was something that could wait.”

Cardonez closed her eyes. Why me?, she asked himself. Because you’re the Captain. That’s why, replied a voice from the back of her head. “I’m sorry, Doctor. I really should handle this. I promise to give you the tour later.”

“That’s okay. I understand. I’ve lost count of the number of times that Jean-Luc has been summoned in the middle of breakfast by some emergency or something.”

“Commander, I’ll be there as soon as possible,” she said before tapping her combadge off. “I’ll leave you with Doctor Hollem. He can show you to your quarters. Once again, welcome aboard, Doctor.”

“Well, then, Azahn,” Crusher said, once the Captain left the Transporter room,” to be honest, I could do with a drink. Does this ship have a lounge of any kind?”

Hollem smiled. “The Backyard. I’ll lead the way and the first round is on me,” he said before heading out of the doors.

“Backyard?,” Crusher asked, following him out into the corridor.


****


It took Cardonez less than a minute to reach the holodeck. Once she was inside, she found Huntington waiting for her. There was no program running and the bright yellow squares on the darkened walls seemed to be more eerie than usual.

“”Okay, Commander, this had better be good.”

Huntington nodded. “Computer, access Lieutenant Bill Reeves’ personal files and run program Beta One.”

“That is a secure program,” came the reply of the ship’s computer. “Please enter authorization to proceed.”

“Bill Reeves?,” asked Cardonez.

“You’ll see. Computer, override security protocol. Authorization Huntington-Zulu-Three.”

“Authorization approved. Standing by to run the program. Do you wish to proceed?”

Huntington glanced at Cardonez. “Run program from time index one-four-zero.”

Suddenly the environment of the room shifted and the Captain wished she was back in that eerie, empty room. This place was obviously the bowels of some castle. The walls were crumbling stone covered in dank moss. The holodeck was meticulous in its recreation, even down to the smell. Torches lined the walls but they only dimly lit the corridor that they were in.

“Where is this place?,” she asked in disgust.

“As near as I can tell, it’s the dungeons of a fortress on Rigel Seven.”

“Okay, so apart from Bill Reeves’ poor taste in interior design, why is this important?”

“This way,” he said, heading towards a nearby flight of stone steps that led down in a spiral for several meters before ending in front of a solid-looking wooden door. “We go in here. I just want to prepare you for this. Remember that it’s only a holographic simulation.”

“Damn it, Adam! Enough with the preamble. I can take it, whatever it is,” she replied, pushing hard past the Security Chief and pulling back the bolt that held the door shut but swinging it open and stepping through. She heard Huntington step in behind her.

The room was dark and she could make out something that looked like a table was propped up against the wall. Lying on the table was the figure of a woman but she couldn’t see her face. She was chained up, spread-eagled on the table and she was naked. As she drew closer, Cardonez began to shake, just a little. Partly, it was fear of what she knew was coming but mostly it was from rage. As the figure became clearer, she saw ugly red welts stand out prominently against her pale skin. She had been whipped repeatedly. Now that she was close enough to see the person’s face and even though she knew who it was going to be, she still gasped when she saw Liz Tennyson’s face, untouched by whip marks. Her head was lolling over to one side and her eyes were closed.

“Holy shit!,” said the Captain.

At the sound of her voice, her eyes opened and the head turned to focus upon her.

“Master, is that you?,” asked the holographic Tennyson and for a moment, she seemed to be confused that it was Isabel looking over her. “Who are you?! Where is the master? He won’t like you trespassing here.”

“Oh, believe me, I know,” Cardonez said through gritted teeth. “He won’t like it one bit when I’m through with him.” She turned her back on the holographic Tennyson. “Computer, end program.” She was relieved when the vision of degradation was gone. Still, the stench of that dungeon lingered in her nostrils. She looked over at Huntington. “How did you find out about this?”

The Security Chief looked embarrassed and his eyes darted to the floor. “I run regular checks on holodeck programs, just in case, anything like this goes on.”

“Is that legal?,” she asked in disbelief.

“There is a security protocol that allows the ship’s Chief of Security to investigate the personal files of crewmembers. It was set up during the war and it never has actually been rescinded. Technically, it’s shady at best but it isn’t actually breaking any rules.”

“I don’t believe this,” said Cardonez, shocked at herself for almost being angrier with Huntington than with Bill Reeves. “You spy on the crew? All of us? Me?”

“I have done it rarely and not with everyone. Just with people who we believe are suspects. Everyone’s holodeck time is measured out. You know that. When the computer sees a person is running the same program on a near daily basis, it raises a flag with me and I look into it. I don’t probe too far. Just a quick look at the program. As you can imagine, that was all that I needed with this one.”

Cardonez stared at him for a moment. They would discuss this matter further but that would come later. Right now, she had to focus on the more immediate concerns. “Are there any other programs?”

Huntington seemed to be relieved. Although, he knew that the subject of his prying eyes wasn’t over. “Three more. They all follow a similar pattern. Lieutenant Tennyson is in a subservient role and Reeves is in the dominant position. Apart from one of them, they all feature violence quite heavily. This one isn’t the worst but I didn’t think that you needed to see the others.”

“I’m the Captain. I’ll decide what I see and what I don’t. Show me. Then we’re paying Mister Reeves a visit.”


****

Beverly Cruiser stood in awe when she looked out of the rear windows of ‘The Backyard’, the Testudo’s lounge. Beyond them, she saw the rear of the ship and how it was illuminated by the glows from the warp nacelles. Beyond the furthest point of the ship, she could see the Norway-class USS Polaris which was idling in the distance.

“Nice view, huh?,” asked Hollem as he walked up next to her with two glasses of a pale pink liquid in his hands.

“I would say that Ten-Forward was nice but the view wasn’t nearly as impressive,” she replied, taking one of the drinks. Taking a ship, her eyes widened as the sweet taste hit her taste buds. “This is lovely. What is it?”

“Eliberry juice. You won’t find it anywhere else. The Captain grew up, drinking it on Taliron Four. Shall we?” He gestured over towards an empty table.

As they sat down, Beverly regarded him with a serious look in her eyes. “So, Azahn, I know that it’s been two years now, but are you any closer to getting over Elan?”

Hollem looked down at his drink. “Yes and no if I’m being honest. Some days, I’m fine but every once in a while…” He left the sentence hanging.

Beverly reached over and took his hand. “I know that I’ve probably told you this before but even after all of these years, there are still days when I wake up, thinking that Jack is still going to be beside me.”

Hollem looked up. “Yeah,” she said with a smile,” you did tell me that… thirty or forty times.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Believe it or not, it always helps to remember.”

“Misery loves company?,” asked Crusher.

“Something like that,” the Bajoran said before asking in a lighter tone,” So, are you getting anywhere with the Captain lately?”

Crusher narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ve told you that Jean-Luc and I are just friends.”

“Still no luck, then?”

“Not a bit,” she said with a grin. “How about you? Have any handsome young Ensigns caught your eye lately?”

“Just one. Unfortunately, circumstances have kept us apart.”

“He’s on another ship?”

“Something like that. He’s actually on the Renegade.”

“You’ve been there?,” she asked and he nodded. “The Enterprise made a visit, five years ago. It’s a terrible tragedy. How many of them are left?”

“Four, at the last count. I met a young man named Robert and… well, we hit it off.”

“Southern accent, wears a Hawaiian shirt, right?,” Beverly asked with a smile.

“That’s him.”

“I know it must be difficult but have you tried to contact him?”

“Yup. IUt’s frustrating, though. As you know, a ship only visits the Renegade every six months. So there I was, writing little letters, here and there, doing the odd video recording and all the time, I felt increasingly foolish. It was made all the most embarrassing, knowing that someone in Starfleet was probably going to reach and watch them all first. It’s bad enough, having someone read my private thoughts but then, if Robert hadn’t been writing to me in return… Well, waiting six months for someone to get back to you is a long time to wait.”

“So, what happened?”

“I decided to hell with it and sent my letters and stuff off. It was better to have a little embarrassment than a whole heap of regret.” Hollem paused and sipped his drink.

“And?,” Crusher asked, clearly on tenterhooks.

Hollen grinned broadly. “A month ago, I got a hundred and twelve letters and fifteen video messages from Starfleet Command. It turns out that Robert started writing to me, just after Testudo left orbit.”

“Just as long as you aren’t setting yourself up for a fall by getting too attached to someone that you can never be with.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve been there, done that,” Hollem replied and when he saw a frown of incomprehension on her face, he added,” It’s a long story but basically when it was time for Testudo to leave orbit, I…”


****


Adam Huntington was a little worried about his Commanding Officer. Since they had left the holodeck, she had said practically nothing except asking for some Security Officers to meet them at the entrance to Main Engineering. She didn’t need to speak for him to know that she was angry. She was probably as angry as he had seen her in the nine months that he had served under her command. He knew that some of that anger was directed at him.

Well, it wouldn’t be the first time that he had pissed a Captain off but he knew that he had done the right thing. At least, they had nipped Reeves’ obsession in the bud before he moved onto a real Tennyson to live out his fantasies.

And he would have.

Huntington was sure of that. He had seen the pattern before and he was just as glad that he had spotted it early this time.

As they swung around the corner and saw the entrance to Main Engineering up ahead, the Captain’s combadge chirped. For a moment, he was sure that she wasn’t going to answer it but she did.

“Cardonez.”

If Commander Masafumi detected more than a hint of anger in her tone, he ignored it and responded professionally. “Captain, we have received a message from the commander of the Federation outpost on Loktera Seven. He wishes to speak to you.”

“Not now, Commander. I’m busy.”

“Captain,” Masafumi persisted,” it is concerning Lieutenant Kandro.”

They had reached the doors to Engineering by now but Huntington suspected that she would have stopped anyways at the mention of Valian Kandro. Testudo’s Operations Officer had been missing for several weeks, following leave on Betazed. Everyone was worried but few of them more than the Captain. She had known him for eight years.

“Yashiro, explain to them that I’ll contact them as soon as I possibly can. I just need to take care of something first.”

“Very well,” replied her First Officer.

Cardonez spun around on her heels. “Where are your men, Commander?”

“They’ll be here, Captain. Don’t worry.”

At that moment, as if they had been waiting for an opportune moment to arrive, two familiar faces came around the corner. The petite Ensign Tilmoore and the hulking Klingon, Crewman Dru’sk made a curious combination but aside from Lieutenant Carson, there were few members of the Testudo’s Security Department that he trusted more.

“Reporting for duty, Commander,” said Pamela Tilmoore. “What’s up?”

“We’re about to place Lieutenant Reeves under arrest,” replied the Captain.

“Huh?,” the Ensign asked in surprise.

Dru’sk merely grunted and nodded knowingly as if it was no real surprise to him.

“You’ll be filled in later. For now, you are to take him into custody. Are there any problems with those orders?,” asked Cardonez.

“No, sir,” both Security guards answered her in harmony.

“Excellent. Let’s go.” She stepped towards the doors to Engineering and they opened, allowing the four of them access. At the sound of the door opening, a few members of the Engineering staff looked up from their work. Those who did instantly knew that something was amiss. The Captain didn’t wander down to the Engine Room with three Security Officers in tow every day.

Bill Reeves stood at a console, checking the last diagnostic on the warp manifolds when Captain Cardonez tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and his eyes widened in surprise at the appearance of the group standing behind him.

“Captain, how can I help you?,” he asked and Isabel winced at the note of distaste in his voice. It was tiny and barely noticeable but it was there, just as it always had been. How any Human in the Twenty-Fourth Century could be so bigoted against someone over his or her gender? It was beyond belief.

The Captain enjoyed her next words far more than she should have. “You can accompany these officers to a holding cell, Lieutenant,” she said, forcing herself to keep the smile from her face.

“I’m sorry,” he replied. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s in relations to certain holodeck programs of yours, Mister Reeves,” she said, enjoying seeing the color drain out of his face.

“Captain, what’s going on?,” asked Lieutenant Liz Tennyson when she suddenly appeared by Reeves’ side.

“Liz, we’re taking Lieutenant Reeves into custody.”

“What for?”

Cardonez felt a pang of regret at the irony of the Chief Engineer defending her officer. She ignored the question. “Ensign, Crewman, escort the Lieutenant to a holding cell. I want a Security Officer with him at all times. Liz, we need to talk.” She took Tennyson by the arm and led her off to one side.

Everyone in Engineering was watching with rapt interest now as Dru’sk and Tilmoore escorted Reeves out of the room. Before he left, he turned around and looked at Huntington. “I haven’t done anything wrong,” he pleaded with the British Security Chief.

“You got caught,” Huntington said without emotion and Reeves turned back and allowed himself to be led away.

Most of the Engineering crew were still watching while Cardonez led Tennyson out of the room as well. Before he turned to leave, Huntington looked back at all of them in turn. “Back to work, everyone,” he said before turning around and following his team and their prisoner out. As the doors slid closed behind him, he could already hear muted conversations coming from inside. The rumor mill aboard the Testudo was going to have a field day, coming up with explanations about what had just happened.
 
Ah, the pornographic capabilities of the holodeck... in this case live role-play S&M porn with no (evident) consequences. There are several main streams of thought - some who believe interactive violence porn (such as video games) increases violent behavior and others who believe it sates the human thirst for violence in a safe environment. My instinct is that everyone is wrong...

Really interesting to see which direction these two stories go. Reeves fantasizing about it and Kandro off doing it for some as-yet unknown purpose.

The franchise wouldn't touch this stuff with a 10' poker, but you're definitely in the grand tradition of Trek, exploring moral and social questions.

Thanks!! rbs
 
This is the first time that I had to make such a warning. I guess I'm grown better as a writer somewhere while trying to stay humble. Anyways, I always appreciate the comments. Keep them going and I'll keep this crazy train known as Cardonez's Circus going, full speed ahead.
 
Chapter Two

It took an hour before Captain Cardonez made it back up to the Bridge. Tennyson had taken the news hard and she had to comfort her as best as she could. She suggested that the Chief Engineer take some time away from work but she had refused. The last thing that she needed at the moment, she insisted, was time to dwell on matters. She felt that work would keep her centered and Cardonez had reluctantly agreed. She had made her agree to make an appointment to see the ship’s counselor within the next twenty-four hours. After eliciting a promise that she would call her at any time if she needed to talk, the Captain had escorted her back to Main Engineering.

The Bridge was quiet. The Testudo was currently studying the Noril Star and most of the scans were being done automatically. Aside from Commander Masafumi in the command chair and Lieutenant Ramblin at Ops, the Bridge was empty.

“Hello, Commander,” Cardonez said, flopping down into her seat, a moment after the First Officer had vacated it.

“Tough day?”

“I’ll say,” she said, nodding. “Now, what’s this about Valian?”

“The station commander on Loktera Seven contacted us and requested to speak to you. I offered to take a message but he was quite insistent that he needed to speak directly to you.”

“Ah, well, my day has already gone to Hell. I can take whatever they throw at me.”

“Captain, what has exactly happened?”

“I’ll tell you after I speak with Loktera,” she said. “Lieutenant Ramblin, hail the Loktera Base for me.”

“Aye, Captain,” Louise Ramblin replied from Ops. “It looks like the base commander was waiting for your call. I have him now.”

“On screen,” said the Captain.

Where the view of the Noril Sun had been, the image of a Starfleet officer was in its place. He was an older man and she assumed that he was well into his sixties. Although his face showed lines of age, his unkempt hair was still a vivid red. “Hello, Captain,” he said, his voice betraying a hint of Irish from his past. “Jayden Kavanaugh, commander of Loktera Seven.”

“Hi, Commander. I heard that you were looking for me?”

“Indeed, Captain. I believe that Lieutenant Kandro is one of yours?”

“He is. Although, we haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Ah, well, I might have an explanation for that,” Kavanaugh said. “He was on Loktera, about a week ago. He came aboard the USS T’Sharr and stayed for a period of twenty-four hours. Then he presented me with authorization to take out a Type-Ten shuttlecraft which he quickly left in. it was only yesterday that we discovered that the orders were fraudulent.”

“You weren’t suspicious about a junior officer requisitioning a shuttle?”

Kavanaugh’s face reddened and it was obvious that he was uncomfortable. “Well, Captain, this is probably a very bigoted thing to say but we deal with a lot of Ferengi down here and we’ve found that we have to be on our toes most of the time or they’ll steal the carpet out from under our boots.” Cardonez couldn’t resist a smile at the analogy while Kavanaugh continued. “The trouble is that we spend so much of our time distrusting the Ferengi that we tend to overcompensate and be far too trusting with anyone who doesn’t have incredibly large ears.” He laughed nervously.

“I understand, Commander,” she said, trying to save him some face. “Do you have any idea where Lieutenant Kandro took the shuttlecraft?”

“Well, we didn’t. After we realized that we’d been had, I did a little digging into exactly what the Lieutenant had been doing on Loktera in the first time. He told us that he was visiting an old friend who worked in one of the Ferengi mines. That was a lie as well. A bit more digging produced an altercation in the quarters of a local Dabo girl.”

“That sounds like our Valian,” Cardonez said with a smile.

“Possibly not,” Kavanaugh said, seriously. “He put a Nausicaan miner in the hospital and he scared the life out of the dabo girl. She refused to even talk about it. Luckily, her boss owes me a favor or two and he managed to convince her that it would be a good idea to tell us everything if she wanted to keep her job.”

“What did she say? I can’t imagine Valian attacking anyone. Least of all, an unarmed woman.”

“Well, I think that it might be best if you talked to her yourself. I have her here.” He turned towards his left. “Amira, come and explain to the Captain what you told me.”

At the mention of Amira’s name, an alarm bell rang in Cardonez’s head. When the raven-haired young woman with the dusky brown skin reluctantly moved into view, the alarm bell increased in volume. “I know you. You’re a member of Aurelia’s group.”

“I was,” Amira said. “After you destroyed the Borg Cube on Malthea, the group splintered. The last that I heard, Aurelia was heading out towards the Delta Quadrant in a Gorn freighter.”

“Still looking to join the Borg Collective,” said Masafumi.

“Yeah,” said Amira with her head hung low. “Just like Valian.”

“What did you say?,” asked Isabel softly.

Amira looked up and she smiled a cold, cruel smile. “What’s the matter, Captain? Didn’t Valian tell you where he was going?”

“Just answer the Captain’s questions,” came the harsh voice of Commander Kavanaugh.

Amira stopped smiling. “Okay, but you have to let me go. That was the deal, right?”

“Amira,” Cardonez said, causing the young woman to look back her way. “Amira,” she repeated gently,” please, tell me. Where has Valian gone?”

For a moment, Amira pouted. Finally she let out a sigh. “He’s gone to the Bernor System.”

“Why?,” asked Masafumi. “What’s there?”

Carbonez felt a chill. She knew what was there and it took Amira verbalizing it to make it real. “A Borg ship,” she said. “There’s a Borg ship in the Bernor System. Can I go now, please?”


****


The small Type-Ten shuttlecraft that had been Valian Kandro’s home for the last week stunk. Well, to be fair, it was him that caused the smell, rather than the craft. He hadn’t shaved or bathed in days. There seemed to be little point anymore and he knew that any discomfort that he was feeling would be over soon. His head was starting to ache and he knew that it was time to take another shot of Pylium.

His last short, he reminded himself with a smile.

Grabbing the hypospray, he quickly injected the drug into his neck. Almost instantaneously, the headache began to face as the drug took hold. For a moment, he examined the now-empty hypo. For so long, Pylium had been a part of his life, helping him deal with the blistering headaches that accompanied his condition.

Silena translated as ‘silence of thought’. A quaint name for one of Betazed’s nastiest congenital conditions. Symptoms began when the subject reached puberty. For the next twenty-five or so years, the recipient would experience telepathic blackouts of increasing magnitude until eventually they lost all of their telepathic ability. It affected one in around one hundred and twenty thousand Betazoids but Kandro was even luckier. A rare variation of Silena had accelerated the condition to the point of total blackout, ten years early.

Now all he had left were the headaches.

He tossed the hypo behind him, not caring where it fell. Pushing a button on the console in front of him, three photographs appeared before him on a monitor screen. His parents, younger, and happier with each other. Captain Cardonez and Liz Tennyson at some party or other aboard the Osprey, both of them smiling broadly at the camera. The third image was a picture of Ensign Linda Grady, smiling Linda; dead Linda. He left the pictures where they were.

Activating the scanners, he found what he was looking for and set a course at full impulse speed towards it.

The Bernor System was devoid of any planets but soon, a spherical object filled the windows. The Borg Sphere was just sitting there and for a moment, he considered the possibility that it was a derelict.

A ghost ship.

His sensors soon dispelled that idea. The ship was inhabited and fully-powered. Slowing the shuttle to a halt, forty thousand kilometers away, he marveled at the intricate latticework of pipes and beams that composed the outer hull.

“Now what?,” he asked out loud. “Am I supposed to knock?”

Suddenly, a voice… no, it was a cacophony of soulless voices that were melded together as one and booming all around him.

“We are the Borg. your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Resistance is futile.”

“Oh, can the speeches. Just do this already,” he said, nervous about what was going to happen. For long terrifying minutes, there was nothing. Then, as he felt himself being transporter to his new life, he cast a last despairing look at the pictures of his old life as tears fell from his eyes.


****


In Testudo’s Conference Lounge, the mood was somber. What there was of the ship’s senior staff were present, along with three additions. Lieutenant Ramblin sat nervously off to one side while Beverly Crusher sat beside Hollem, looking, for all the world, like she had always sat there.

Hollem is right, Cardonez mused. There was an aura about the woman that was strong and comforting.

The final addition was the Ship’s Counselor, Lieutenant Dayle. She sat with her long red hair falling over her left shoulder next to Crusher. It had been weeks but Isabel still felt a pang of loss in the pit of her stomach, looking at her former lover. Dayle was a Lareyan, a species who changed their gender every five years and she had known her when she had been a he. In truth, Cardonez had been willing to give it a go when he became she, surprising herself at the time, but Dayle had not.

“Thank you all for coming. Doctor Crusher, I thought that your experience would be helpful. I’m sorry to intrude on your holiday.”

“That’s all right, Captain,” Crusher replied.

“The reason for this meeting is simple,” said Cardonez. “The USS Nova took this long-range scan, just a couple of hours ago.” With a touch of a button, the wall monitor showed a picture of a darkened Sphere. “This is the Bernor System and this,” she pointed at the Sphere,” is a Borg vessel.”

That image elicited a few gasps from the room.

“Is it an attack?,” asked Huntington.

Masafumi shook his head. “Starfleet doesn’t believe so. The vessel is classified as a Long-Range Tactical Vessel which is smaller than the Borg Cubes that the Federation has encountered so far. According to the latest information from Starfleet, it will probably have a crew complement in excess of eleven thousand drones. It is a powerful ship but it’s hardly what you would send to invade the Federation. Besides, it’s apparently been sitting in the Bernor System for over a month.”

“There’s been a Borg vessel in Federation space for a month and no one has put out an alert?,” asked Crusher.

“Starfleet doesn’t see this ship as a threat,” said Cardonez. “Since the actions of Admiral Janeway, Starfleet is of the opinion that the Collective is heavily fragmented. Analysts postulate that, although a substantial number of Borg vessels are still in existence, they are leaderless and at odds. Potentially, there may be hundreds of smaller Collectives out there and until such time as it becomes apparent that these Collectives are merging, the Borg threat has been rescinded.”

“This Borg ship is, what, confused?,” asked Lieutenant Kehen.

“Indeed,” said Masafumi. “The USS Nova has been studying the vessel for the last month from a safe distance. The Borg know that they’re there but they haven’t made any aggressive moves against them.”

“Well, this is all very interesting but as the Bernor System is over twenty lightyears away, I fail to see what this has to do with the Testudo,” said Huntington.

“Because we’re going to attack that vessel.”

“What?!,” Dayle exclaimed.

“Starfleet has ordered us to attack them?,” asked Kehen, the shock apparent on her face.

“No,” replied Cardonez,” I’m ordering us to attack them.”

“Captain,” asked Huntington,” may we inquire why?”

“You may,” she said, hitting another button and the view changed to a closer image of the Borg Sphere. Highlighted against the backdrop of space was a small Starfleet shuttle. “This is the same image, only magnified. That shuttlecraft has been positively identified as being a Type-Ten that was stolen from the Loktera Seven base, a week ago.”

“I still don’t see it,” said Hollem, “What does this have to do with us again?”

“The shuttle was stolen by Lieutenant Kandro,” Cardonez said and the round of gasps that followed was actually louder than the ones that followed after the revelation of a Borg ship in Federation space.

“Valian?,” Tennyson said and Isabel realized that it was the first time that her Chief Engineer had spoken during the meeting. “Oh, no,” she added with her face pinched and pale as the blood drained from it.

Beverly Crusher turned her head towards the Bajoran Chief Medical Officer. “Is Lieutenant Kandro the young man that you told me about? The one with Silena?”

“Albrem Silena,” he automatically corrected her, blushing when he realized that he had corrected his former Commanding Officer.

“But why would Valian steal a shuttle and fly off to the Borg?,” asked Kehen.

“Oh, I think it’s fairly obvious, really,” said Counselor Dayle. “So obvious that we should have seen it coming, especially after his condition accelerated.”

“I did,” Tennyson said softly, her eyes brimming with tears now. “I just didn’t really believe him.”

“Liz?”

“At least, the Borg are never alone. That’s what he told me once. He resented you for destroying the Borg on Malthea Two because he felt that you had killed what was left of Linda Grady and her memories.”

“Aw, shit,” Ramblin said, and when everyone looked at her, she elaborated. “I’m just remembering something that Linda told me a couple months before her death. After she was rescued, Valian asked her lots of weird questions about what it had been like to be part of the Collective. Linda told him but the way that he asked her really creeped her out.”

Cardonez sighed. The signs had been there, right in front of her and she had ignored them.

“We have an individual from a telepathic culture who suddenly loses his telepathic abilities,” said Dayle. “MIster Kandro was already allowing his condition to affect his personality, engaging in meaningless short-term relationships.” She glanced over at Ramblin. “No offense intended, Lieutenant.”

Ramblin narrowed her eyes on her. “None taken,” she replied coldly.

Dayle continued, unabated. “Longing for emotional attachments to make up for the times when he lost his link to the people around him but terrified of bonding with anyone fully for a fear of losing them as he was losing his telepathy. Add to this, an unhealthy interest in the Borg, a race of people who, as Lieutenant Tennyson said, are never alone. To a person whose life was characterized by the thoughts of others, the Borg might seem like an appealing choice.”

“We’re going to rescue him, right?,” asked Tennyson.

“Damn, right,” said Cardonez.

Huntington shook his head slightly. “Forgive me for stating the obvious, Captain, but this is apparently what Lieutenant Kandro wants. Who are we to tear him away from that?”

“We’re his friends,” said Tennyson. “He might think it’s what he wants but it isn’t, really.”

“I would agree,” said Dayle. “Despite his fascination with the Borg, I think that Mister Kandro is very confused and emotionally unstable at the moment. I don’t think we can trust any decision that he chooses to make.”

Huntington turned towards Masafumi. “Commander, I can’t believe that you’re willing to go along with this. What Lieutenant Dayle says isn’t completely true, is it? Kandro has obviously been giving consideration to the Borg for several months, even before his condition accelerated.”

“I am with the Captain one hundred percent,” said the First Officer.

Huntington turned back towards the Captain. “You’re charging in there, risking all of our lives to save one man who most likely won’t thank you for it.”

“That’s about the size of it, Commander. I’m completely dictatorial about this. Anyone who doesn’t want to come with be beamed down to Taliron Four with supplies and communication equipment. Admiral Gavin had ordered me not to go and I’m disobeying that order. Make no mistake. If we go in, we do so without the hope of backup. The only question remaining is, who’s with me?”

“Me,” Tennyson said without hesitation.

“I’m in,” said Hollem.

“And me,” said Doctor Crusher.

“Doctor, this isn’t your fight,” said Cardonez. “No one would feel any less of you for staying behind.”

Crusher smiled at her. “Thank you, Captain, but I know what it’s like to have someone that you care about taken by the Borg. I want to go.”

Isabel smiled. “Thanks, Doctor. Your experience will be invaluable.”

“I don’t know what good I’ll be but I would like to help,” said Dayle.

“You’ll need a good pilot, sir,” Kehen said with a grin.

“Count me in too,” said Ramblin. When everyone looked at her, she was taken aback. “What? How can I make his life hell if he’s off on a Borg ship?”

Cardonez winked at Ramblin before she turned towards Masafumi who said,” My feelings on the Borg have not altered, nor will they ever. We get Mister Kandro back.”

There was only one officer left. Cardonez glanced over at Huntington. For a long time, he was silent.

“You do realize that you’re all insane?,” he finally asked. “Unfortunately, if you’re going to pull this off, you’ll need all of the help that you can get. That means you need me.”

Cardonez grinned. “I know that it only left one question but I’ve just thought of another.” Everyone looked at her expectantly. “How the hell do we pull it off?”


****


Lightyears away, the drone that had once been Valian Kandro was activated in his alcove.

“Three of Fifteen, Sub-Gentrix Seven. Proceed to intersection one-seven-nine-four-five and assist in the repair of the interplexing beacon,” said the symphony of voices in his mind.

Three of Fifteen stepped forward, disconnecting himself from the alcove and proceeded to walk down the long corridor. On his right side was an almost endless parade of identical alcoves. Some of them harbored Borg drones but most of them were empty. On his left side was a sheer drop below where hundreds of drones toiled. Three of Fifteen had no interest in what was around him. His only function at that time was to proceed to the designated location and help repair the interplexing beacon which would allow Sphere Five-Seven-Nine to restore communications with the Collective.


****


“Surprise,” Adam Huntingtin said. “The Borg rely heavily on assimilating and adapting to technology that’s thrown at them. While this makes them almost invincible in the long term, it does mean that you can hurt them in the short term.”

“How does that help us?,” asked Masafumi.

“It helps us if we revise our tactics. We aren’t going to destroy that Sphere, not without a good deal of luck. However, if we can damage it, keep it off balance long enough, he can locate Lieutenant Kandro and get the help out while we can.”

“So we go in and hit them, hard and fast?,” asked Hollem.

“Exactly.”

“There’s one problem with that plan,” said Crusher. “The Borg have already adapted to Federation weaponry.”

“Good point,” said Huntington,” but we use that to our advantage. The Borg will scan us but for the most part, they’ll believe that they know our capabilities. A New Orleans-class frigate, armed with phasers and quantum torpedoes. They’ll know our top speed, our shield strengths, and pretty much everything about us.”

“So we hit them with something unexpected,” Cardonez said, nodding in agreement. “Any ideas?”

“A few. Since we don’t have a lot of time to come up with anything new and innovative, I suggest phase cannons and photonic torpedoes.”

“You are joking,” said the First Officer. “That’s technology from well over a hundred years ago.”

“Exactly, and that means that the Borg will have never encountered it before.”

“Tommy Guns,” Crusher suddenly said, causing everyone to focus on her. “Thompson Submachine Guns. Jean-Luc once used a holographic submachine gun on the Borg. They never encountered anything like it before.”

“Anything else?,” asked the Captain.

“I still have my reprogrammed nanoprobes,” said Hollem. “I could breed them fast and I suppose we could introduce them into the Borg ship somehow. It might slow them down if nothing else.”

“Doctor, didn’t I order those nanoprobes destroyed?”

“Uh… well, yes… yes, you did. And I kept meaning to do it but I always got distracted. They’re still in a test tube in Sickbay.”

“Well, it’s another weapon anyway. We need to head off as soon as possible. We leave in one hour. I’ll talk to the crew and anyone who wants to stay can do so. What I want from each of you is ideas. It’ll take us ninety hours to reach the Bernor System and I want more options than we have now. Yashiro, you assist Adam in replicating the older technology.

“Doctors, what I want from you is a way of identifying Kandro among all of those thousands of drones. If we can’t locate him, we can’t save him. And I want the whole crew trying to come up with viable weapons. I want them researching everything in the Federation Tactical Database about the Borg. We only have to hold our own for a few minutes. Everyone clear? Good. Dismissed.”

As everyone rose to leave the Conference Lounge, Cardonez motioned for Tennyson to remain seated. Once everyone had left the room, she asked,” Are you okay, Liz?”

She took a deep breath. “No, not really. My best friend is in trouble and my Second-in-Command has been raping and beating me in his fantasies. I’m pretty far from all right.”

“I know and I need you to hold things together right now. I need you, your experience, and your expertise. We can save Valian but it’ll take all of us working as a team to do it.”

“I know, sir, and I can hold myself together long enough to save Valian.”

“Good, but that wasn’t the only reason why I asked you to stay behind. I was thinking about what Huntington said about the Borg knowing our specs and our top speed. I want your opinion on the viability of something.” Cardonez outlined her plan and after a few minutes, Tennyson began to nod and smile.
 
Chapter Three

An hour passed by quickly and Captain Cardonez had pulled no punches with her speech to the crew. She owed them complete honesty. She had told them that the odds weren’t good and that they would be disobeying the direct orders of a Starfleet Admiral. She had been surprised when less than thirty crew members had expressed a desire to stay behind.

She had felt very proud.

The Captain and Commander Masafumi walked into Transporter Room One as the last group was preparing to beam down. All of them except one. She stood away from the transporter platform, her arms folded behind her and a scowl on her face.

“I hear that you’re holding us up,” Cardonez said.

“You’re damn right I am,” said Zia Kehen,” because I don’t want to go.”

Cardonez sighed, turning towards the crewman operating the transporter console. “Beam them down.” By the time that she had turned back to face the Yulani woman, the pads were empty. “Zia, this isn’t a debate. I need you to beam down to Taliron Four.”

“Why? I want to help get Valian back.”

“We know,” chipped in Masafumi,” but you’re safer there.”

“We’d all be safer here!”

“Zia, it’s not a request but an order,” said Isabel. “I want you to beam down to the planet… now.”

Kehen was almost tearful now. “Captain, Commander,” she implored them,” don’t leave me behind, please!”

“Zia,” said Masafumi. “You will be safer, remaining here and we won’t want to worry about you when we engage the Borg.”

“I don’t understand,” Zia told them.

Masafumi explained and afterwards, she nodded. “I see. Well, it looks like you’ll be going without me.” She looked Yashiro in the eye and whispered,” Stay safe,” before she turned towards the transporter platform. She didn’t want him to see the tears in her eyes.

“We’ll see you soon, Zia,” said the Commander.”

She nodded. “Energize,” she said with a breaking voice.


****


Several hours later, Liz Tennyson was struggling to maintain a constant flow of antimatter to the warp core. As a result, Testudo was limping along at Warp Factor Two. in frustration, she banged her fist down hard on the table-like Master Systems Display console. The tripolymer console absorbed the blow but her hand hurt now. Rubbing her injured hand, she blinked away the tears that were stinging in her eyes.

Not now, she told herself. Hold on for a while longer. Then we can fall apart.

Despite her assault on the console, no one in Main Engineering made a move towards her. Every one of them concentrated on their tasks, unsure how to react to their Commanding Officer’s current mood.

“I thought that hitting things until they did what you wanted was my trick,” came a voice from behind her that was tinged with humor.

Tennyson actually found herself smiling when Lieutenant Ramblin meandered over to her side. “Shouldn’t you be on the Bridge?,” she asked her with a raised eyebrow.

“The Captain thought that you might need a little bit of help with the engines.”

“Actually, I could. I want to start work on the modification but I can’t until I can get this damned thing running properly. At this rate, it’ll take us months to reach Bernor.”

“Do you want me to handle this while you get a team on the modifications?,” asked Ramblin.

“Thanks, Louise. I would appreciate it.”

“So, will the modifications be done in time?”

“They should be. To be honest, I’ve been tinkering around with the nacelles for months now, trying to get them to work. I think I’ve ironed out all of the kinks out by now.”

“How are you?,” asked Ramblin. “You look like you could do with a rest.”

Tennyson smiled wanly. “I was planning on hitting the next person who asked me that, but I know you too well. You’d just hit me back.” Ramblin laughed at that. “It’s weird. Part of me wants to hide in my cabin, curled up and safe but another part of me wants to stay in the spotlight. I don’t know. Maybe show him that he can’t beat me.”

“Well, I always said that he was trouble.”

“I know, but I felt that I had to try and coexist with him. I knew that he was an asshole but I never thought that he was dangerous.”

“Look, all I know is what’s flying around on the ship’s grapevine. You don’t have to elaborate if you don’t want to but I’m here for you if you want to talk to someone.”

“Thanks, Louise. Maybe when this is over. What’s the rumor mill saying, anyways?”

“Well, the most popular one is that Reeves had a holo-program with you. Some romantic setup in Paris?”

“That was one of them but there were others. My God, Louise, when the Captain told me, it was all that I could do not to break down. I ran to my cabin and I spent about fifteen minutes in the shower. I felt so dirty, so violated.”

Ramblin saw that tears were beginning to form in Tennyson’s eyes and decided that changing the subject might be wise. “Hey, come on, boss, there’s no time for that. Tell me again how this thing works?,” she asked, pointing off to a device attached to the side of the warp core.


****


The Testudo had been in flight for over forty hours before Cardonez began to feel like a fifth wheel. Everyone else had a project or a job to do. Aside from reviewing a few files on hopelessly inadequate anti-Borg weapons, she had nothing. She was also still agitated over the whole Bill Reeves affair. Finally she knew that there was one place that she needed to go to.

The punching bag was flung back to the side as she connected with another kick. As it swung back towards her, she ducked down slightly and began pummeling it with punches. First, a right, then a left, and then a right again. The gloves protected her knuckles but she could still feel every hit. Her uniform jacket and undershirt were resting on an exercise bike, several meters away. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her vest was sodden with sweat from her exertions.

After a flurry of punches, she backed away and placed all of her weight on her right leg before she spun on her heel, striking the punching bag in the side with her left foot.

“Kickboxing?,” came a voice from behind her. “You must be frustrated.”

Isabel reached out with both of her hands and grabbed the bag, stopping it from swinging. “Hi, Dayle,” she replied. “Come for a workout?”

“You know me. I stick to the hill walking on the holodeck. This is far too strenuous.”

“I like it. I’ve taken a lot out on this poor bag.”

“Who’s it doubling for now? The Borg or Bill Reeves?,” asked the Counselor.

Cardonez narrowed her eyes. “Reeves, actually. At least, I understand the Borg. I never thought I would say that.”

Dayle nodded. “It is difficult to reconcile why a man would need to act out those kinds of fantasies. I hear that Lieutenant Reeves asked to remain on Taliron Four but you refused.”

“Correct. I’m not letting him out of my sight.”

“You know that he hasn’t actually done anything wrong,” said Dayle. “He created a fantasy world. He didn’t act on those fantasies in the real world.”

“You’re joking, right? Eventually, he would have.”

“Not necessarily,” the Lareyan told her. “Everyone has a dark side, desires that they can’t express normally. Lieutenant Reeves had trouble with accepting someone younger than him being in a position of authority over him. It could be argued that his program was much like your punching bag. A means to release his tension and frustration.”

Cardonez laughed. “If Bill Reeves had plastered a photo of Liz onto a punching bag, I wouldn’t care. He didn’t, though. He created a holographic representation of her. Then he beat and raped her. Well, now, he’s going to be punished.”

“Isabel, I really think – “

“This discussion is over, Counselor,” she said before she began hitting the punching bag again.

Dayle turned around on her heels to leave. As she passed through the main doors of the gymnasium, she passed by Commander Masafumi who was on his way in with a PADD in his hand. “Commander, I hope that she listens to you more than she does me,” she snapped before storming off down the corridor.

As the doors closed behind him, the Asian smiled. “I think she usually does.”

“Commander?,” Cardonez asked, stopping her punching again.

“I’m sorry. I thought you might want an update on our situation.”

“Go ahead.”

“We’re still maintaining a speed of Warp Nine-Point-Five but Lieutenant Tennyson advises me that we may have to slow down to Warp Eight within the next hour to relieve strain on the warp core.”

“Fine, but get us back up to Warp Nine-Point-Five as soon as possible afterwards. What else?”

“We’ve received fifteen hails from Starfleet in the last three hours. All of them are ordering us to turn around. Needless to say, we’ve ignored them.”

“‘Needless to say’,” she said with a smile. “Any ships on an intercept course with us yet?”

“Two. The Mayweather and the Lirpa. Neither of them are in a position to intercept us before we get to the Bernor System.”

“Good. What about the Nova?”

“We’ve received word from Captain Kallayn. Starfleet has ordered him to keep out of our way and not to interfere with us in any way. That includes helping us out if we get into trouble.”

“Gavin probably thinks that we’ll fight our way past the Nova if we had to.”

“And a science vessel wouldn’t keep us for very long,” Masafumi said. “We would fight our way past the Nova if we had to, wouldn’t we?”

Cardonez looked into her First Officer’s eyes. “It’s not going to come down to that. Anything else?”

“Just this, a possible extra weapon,” he said, handing her the PADD. “I thought that we could, at least, cobble two of them together.”

Cardonez scrolled through the information. After a few seconds, she laughed. “Adaptive torpedoes. I like it. What diabolical genius came up with these?”

“Would you believe it was the Grand Nagus?”

Cardonez laughed again. “Explain to me how they work.”

“It’s a remarkably simple design, really. It just goes to show you can over elaborate, sometimes. Each torpedo is around four times the size of a quantum torpedo and there is no warhead when the weapon is launched. Several replicators exist within the casing and at a predetermined time after launch, the replicators create the warhead. It can be pre-programmed before launch or set to randomly generate. The design specs called for over two hundred differing warheads. The Borg should have no way of knowing what is going to hit them.

“How will you build them?”

“The easiest way. I’ve set aside two shuttles and we’ve already begun ripping the replicators out of empty crew cabins. Extra power generators will be installed and we’ll reinforce the shields.”

She handed the PADD back to him. “Need a hand?,” she asked him.

Masafumi nodded.

Ripping off her gloves, she reached for her uniform. “Good. Any longer in here and I was going to lose the feeling in my hands.”


****


Testudo was less than twelve hours away from the Bernor System and Ensign Kyle Burgess wondered if the prisoner knew that. He had been on shift for four hours and in that time, Bill Reeves hadn’t moved a muscle. He lay on his back inside his cell, his eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. Burgess had tried to engage him in conversation, almost three hours ago but he got no response. He wasn’t even sure that Reeves was even blinking. He bided his time by reading terrifying reports about Borg assimilation techniques but strangely enough, he found Reeves’ inaction to be more disturbing, in spite of the force field between them.


****


Ten hours and fifty minutes away from the Bernor System and Captain Cardonez walked into Sickbay to find a very pleased-looking Crusher and Hollem.

“We did it,” said the Bajoran. “We’ve found the way to locate Valian.”

“Well?,” asked the Captain after both Doctors merely continued to look smug.

“Pylium,” Crusher finally said. “The one thing that no other drone aboard that ship is likely to have floating around in their body. Although the drug loses its potency after around twenty-four hours, it can take more than a year to completely dissolve in the body. Even with the Borg nanoprobes scrubbing his system, there will be a built up trace of Pylium. It’ll most likely be in his liver.”

“Will it be enough?”

“We believe so,” said Hollem. “We’ve already spoken with Lieutenant Ramblin about recalibrating the sensors. We can pick up a Pylium trace, the twelfth of the size that we anticipate being present in Valian.”

“Well done, both of you.”

“It was Azahn’s idea,” Crusher said, smiling at her protege. “It’s always the same. You teach them all that you know. Then they go and outdo you.”

“We’ll beam him directly to Sickbay once we locate him. Are you prepared?”

“Yes. The force fields will activate immediately after he arrives and we’ll have Security Officers stationed inside Sickbay,” said Hollem.

“We’ve both had to remove Borg technology before so we should be able enough to expedite the procedure,” said Crusher. “Though there are no guarantees, Captain.”

“I understand, Doctor. If I don’t get another chance to say it. It’s been an honor serving with you.” Cardonez extended her hand forward.

Crusher took it. “You’ll get another chance to say it, Captain, but thank you.”


****


“How long until we make contact?,” Adam Huntington asked while he labored inside the casing of an antique photonic torpedo.

“One hour and forty-seven minutes,” Yashiro Masafumi replied, his tricorder in hand. “You need to calibrate the targeting sensors by another twelve microns.”

“Thanks. You know, I haven’t felt this nervous since the first time that I saw a recording of the 2018 World Cup Final,” the Security Chief said with a laugh.

“Japan versus England. The famous penalty shootout.”

“That’s the one. How’s that?”

“Better, but another point-seven microns would increase its efficiency even further,” Masafumi replied. “England was fortunate. Beckham was not an astute manager. He played with a weak team.”

“Rubbish,” said Huntington, looking up. “He knew that Japan’s strength was in Myakka and Agama so he played a team to stifle them. Nil-nil after extra time and we had the nerve in the shootout. Ah, I still remember Riggott’s penalty. It was his last kick as a professional footballer. What a way to go out. World champion.”

“I have a holographic recreation. We should watch it. Time has obviously clouded your judgment. Beckham was a lucky manager.”

“All leaders need luck sometimes,” Huntington said, glancing up.


****


The Akira-class starship USS Lirpa hung lazily above Taliron Four. She had let the Mayweather go on ahead while she picked up the Testudo crew members from the planet’s surface. Despite the ship’s Vulcan First Officer trying to stop her, Zia Kehen barged her way into the Captain’s Ready Room.

If Captain Sekara Loi was put out by the interruption, the aging Trill didn’t show it. She was the Loi symbiont’s fourth host and it often comforted her that she would not be the last.

“Ah, Lieutenant Kehen, I presume. You wanted to see me?”

“Damn right. I want to know why you’re hanging around in orbit for three hours after you picked us up. I want to know why you’re not following the Testudo.”

Loi gestured for the Yulani woman to sit down. After a moment’s hesitation, she did. “Lieutenant, my ship’s engines are currently under repair and they will be for another hour. At that point, we will be resuming our course towards the Bernor System. Not that it matters. Testudo is currently,” – she looked at the monitor screen on her desktop – ,” forty minutes away from engaging the Borg.”

“There must be something that you can do?,” Kehen asked, pitifully.

“Lieutenant,” Loi said,” your Captain has ignored the direct orders of a Starfleet Admiral. For better or worse, both she and her ship are on their own.”

Kehen clasped her hands together in her lap and looked down, dejected, alone, and wishing above all else that she had said goodbye properly to her friends and to the man that she thought herself to be in love with.


****


Lieutenant Liz Tennyson had been sitting at the computer console for over fifteen minutes. The information up on the screen had been there for just as long. Although she had read it over and over again, it still didn’t make sense. She knew that it should make sense because it was a breakdown of the Testudo’s matter/antimatter intermix ratio during the last three hours after all but it didn’t. She had been staring at the numbers for so long that they had merged into one large blob. Her vision was unfocused and she could barely keep her eyes open. She had been up for seventeen hours and she had barely eaten all day.

To be fair, she hadn’t slept much before waking. Just a snatched four hours and she had woken up, five or six times during that sleep after bad dreams. She wanted nothing more than to retire to her bed and sleep. For days, if possible. She knew that it wasn’t to be. Testudo was less than fifteen minutes away from its attack on the Borg Sphere.

Fifteen minutes away from rescuing Valian. Her best friend.

Annoying, overconfident, and downright hurtful. He might be all of those things but she loved him to bits and she wasn’t about to hide while the Borg stole him away from her. She blinked and began to try and read the data again. For a few seconds, it began to make sense but then she lost it again.

“Liz?,” said a quiet voice from behind her.

Tennyson turned around in her chair until she was facing the owner of the voice. “Hi, Captain. Come to check on the engines?,” she croaked between dry lips.

The look of concern on Isabel’s face told her that it wasn’t about the engines. “Actually, I’m checking on my Chief Engineer,” she replied. “You look tired, Liz.”

Tennyson knew how she looked. Her last visit to the bathroom had confirmed that. Her eyes were puffy and dark circles beneath them gave her eyes a sunken look. Her skin was pale and unhealthy while her hair was lank and unkempt. “I’m fine,” she lied.

Cardonez grabbed a chair and sat down beside her. “No, you’re not, Liz, and I should have spotted this sooner. I should have made you take a break after the whole thing with Reeves broke out. But I didn’t.”

“You need me. The engines…”

“They’ll be fine without you. I made an error and I’m correcting it now. Go back to your quarters and get some rest.:

“Captain, we’re about to go into combat. I can’t leave Engineering.”

“You can and you will. Damnit, Liz. you don’t look like you could stand up for very long without falling over. I know that you want to help save Valian but you’re in no fit state to be on duty. This is going to be a hell of a fight and I need to know whoever down here will be on top of things. You know that I trust you implicitly. Under normal circumstances, I would never order you from your post but a moment’s hesitation could cost this crew dearly. I’m ordering you to report to Sickbay.”

“No!,” Tennyson said, forcefully. “No,” she repeated, only quieter this time. “I’ll go back to my quarters but I won’t go to Sickbay.”

“Okay, come on. I’ll give you a hand.” Cardonez stood before her, reaching down to take her hand and lift her up to her feet. She slowly led the Chief Engineer towards the doors. Main Engineering was as quiet as the proverbial grave while the two women walked past.

Cardonez stoped before they reached the doors. “Lieutenant Ramblin.”

Ramblin walked over to them. “Captain?”

She wasn’t sure who looked more tired. The Captain’s face seemed to be almost as haunted as Tennyson’s. “Lieutenant, until further notice, you’re in charge of Engineering. You have my full confidence.”

One thing that Louise Ramblin wasn’t was shy and retiring. However, in that moment, it took a Herculean effort to utter a simple,” Sir.”

She watched as Cardonez and Tennyson left the room before she turned around and looked at the expectant faces around her. Main Engineering had never seemed so huge before. “Okay, people! We’re going into battle any time now. I want last minute diagnostics to be run on every major system. Hell, on every minor system as well. Testudo isn’t going into battle half-dressed.”

That did it.

Conversations resumed and people began to move around again. Ramblin wasn’t surprised to discover that her hands were shaking.


****


Three of Fifteen was back at work on the interplexing beacon once more, having stopped only to regenerate. When an image swan through the Collective and the minds of drone aboard, he didn’t show a hint of recognition. The image showed Testudo, heading straight for them.

“Federation Starship, New Orleans-class. Identified as USS Testudo under the command of Captain Isabel Cardonez,” said the voice of the Sphere’s Collective. “Prepare for assimilation.”
 
Chapter Four

“Federation Starship Testudo. We are the Borg. Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Lower your shields and prepare to be assimilated. Resistance is futile.”

Captain Isabel Cardonez actually smiled when the disembodied chorus of voices hailed them. Putting the intercom button on her armrest, she replied. “Attention, Borg vessel! Bite me!”

She pushed the intercom button again and turned towards her First Officer. “Okay, Commander, you’re in charge of the attack.”

“Excuse me?,” asked Masafumi.

Cardonez smiled. “The Borg know everything that Valian knows and he knows how I fight. He doesn’t know how you fight, however. Remember what Adam said. Surprise.”

“We’re in weapons range,” Huntington said while the Testudo flew towards the Sphere.

Masafumi took a deep breath. “Helm, come to course zero-one-five, mark zero-two-four and slow down to one-quarter impulse.”

“That course will take us directly under them,” replied Ensign Carter who was seated at the Helm console.

“Exactly.”

“Weapons are ready to fire,” said Huntington.

“Hold your fire,” Masafum replied. On the main viewscreen, he watched the Sphere soar to almost be overhead of the starship.

“They’re firing,” said the Security Chief before the ship shook. “Shields are down to eighty percent.”

“Come to one-nine-zero, mark zero,” ordered Masafumi.

Testudo had passed underneath the Sphere but now she was turned upward to face it. Undaunted, the Sphere fired again.

“Shields are at sixty percent!,” shouted Huntington.

Masafumi narrowed his eyes. “Fire laser cannons.”

The Borg detected a slight rise in the Testudo’s power output that was consistent with the prefire matrix of a phaser bank. Accordingly, they adjusted their shield harmonics to repel a phaser blast. What they were struck with was a weapon from a bygone age, a laser cannon from the era of Captain Robert April, the first Captain of the original Constitution-class heavy cruiser USS Enterprise, NCC-1701. The Borg shield was able to repel some of the weapons fire but enough of it leaked through to foster a small explosion on the Sphere’s surface.

“Got him!,” shouted Adam. “Minimal damage but we did hit them.”

“Fire aft torpedoes,” said Masafumi while Testudo slipped underneath the Sphere once more. Three quantum torpedoes launched from behind the ship and impacted harmlessly against the Sphere’s shields.

“No damage,” said Huntington.

“Ensign Carter, bring us about and slow down to one-fifth impulse power. Commander, ready laser cannons and fusion torpedoes for a simultaneous launch along with phasers and forward torpedoes.”

“Ensign Thaelan, any luck with the sensors yet?,” asked Captain Cardonez.

The young Andorian manning the Ops console shook his head, causing his antennae to wobble. “No, sir. There is an electromagnetic field around the Sphere that is preventing accurate scans.”

Suddenly, another burst of fire arched out from the Borg Sphere.

“Evasive pattern Zulu!,” shouted Masafumi.

****
 
****

While the ship around her shook from weapons impact after weapons impact, Liz Tennyson squeezed her eyes shut and hugged her pillow, feeling like a child in a thunderstorm. She had finally stopped crying, moments before the first shockwave struck and now she was merely terrified.

This isn’t like me, she thought.

She was a strong person. She shouldn’t let this affect her and she knew it.

But it did affect her.

Next to her pillow was a phaser. If things went badly, she would take her own life before she would end up a drone.


****


“Shields are at forty percent,” said Huntington while the Testudo twisted out of the way of another bolt of green energy.

“Fire all weapons!,” said Masafumi, his voice tinged with a calmness that he wasn’t feeling.

Testudo dipped below another Borg attack before popping up again and releasing a volley of everything that they had at the Borg vessel.

The Borg weren’t fazed by the attack. Sentient species resorted to such tactics in their unenlightened fear of perfection. Their shields were adjusted to repel phaser fire and quantum torpedoes. Now they were adjusted to repel the primitive laser weapons as well. Among the cluster of weapons, however, there were three fusion torpedoes. The first of them struck the shield and exploded, destabilizing the Borg defense just long enough for the third torpedo to burst through and impact upon the surface.

“Direct hit,” Huntingtin said as an explosion flared on the Sphere’s surface.

A small cheer erupted from several people on the Bridge at this small victory. It was short-lived when the Borg retaliated almost instantly. Five bolts of green energy thrust forward and struck the Testudo, burning brightly against their shields. The New Orleans-class ship rocked violently with each impact and on the Bridge, several of the rear Science Stations that were unmanned, exploded, showering Commander Huntington’s back in sparks and fragments from their surface. The lights flickered slightly before dying momentarily before they came back into action.

“Report!,” barked Cardonez.

“Shields are at fifteen percent,” reported Devonshire.

“Power loss on all decks,” said Thaelan. “There are reports of casualties on all decks as well.”


****


Louise Ramblin threw aside the empty fire extinguisher. Luckily, the contents had been just enough to put out the plasma fire. All around her, Engineering was filled with smoke and flashing lights. People ran backwards and forwards in a constant effort to keep the ship running.

As another blast struck the ship, she was knocked to the deck.

“Warning,” came from the drone-like voice of the ship’s computer,” System overload in three minutes.”

“That’s all we need,” Ramblin said, struggling to her feet before she tapped her combadge. “Engineering to Bridge. Captain, whatever you’re planning, it had better be soon. “We’ve lost power to over half of the ship and we’ll lose warp capability in three minutes.”


****


On the Bridge, Captain Cardonez bowed her head. “Understood. Bridge out.” She lifted her face up. “Ensign, any joy?”

“No, sir. The electromagnetic field is still blocking my scans.”

She hesitated for a moment. “Mister Carter, lay in an evasive course. Any heading. Warp Nine.”

“Wait!,” Masafumi said, darting towards the forward Science Station.

“Yashiro, it’s too late. We don’t have a choice. I’ve risked the crew about as much as I dare.”

“Ten seconds,” he said. “Commander Huntington, launch adaptive torpedo one.”

“Torpedo away,” announced the Security Chief. Another blast struck the ship, only this time, it was softer. A different form of attack. “They’ve locked a tractor beam on us and they’re draining our shields.”

“Carter, get us out of here. Warp Nine!,” yelled the Captain but it was too late.

All around them came a groaning sound while the ship’s structural integrity field was being stretched to the limit. “We’re at Warp Nine and the Borg tractor beam is still holding us.”

“Cut warp,” ordered Cardonez.

“The adaptive torpedo is going live,” said Huntington. “What did you use?”

“A Minosian Electromagnetic Pulse Burster,” the First Officer replied to the question.

“It worked!,” shouted Thaelan. “The electromagnetic field is disrupted. Beginning scan.”

Cardonez tapped her combadge. “Cardonez to Engineering. Louise, are we ready to go with our little surprise?”

Belowdecks, Ramblin swept smoke out of her face while she examined the device. ”It’s as ready as we’ll ever be. We only have two minutes though.”

“Understood. Standby,” said Cardonez. “Ensign, anything?”

“Still scanning, sir. There are over eleven thousand and four hundred Borg over there.”

“Scan faster.”

“It could be too late,” said Huntington. “They’re firing.”

Another bolt struck the ship and this time when the lights died, they didn’t come back. Instead, the dim crimson emergency lights took their place.

“Shields are down. We have incoming transporter signals!”

Cardonez activated a shipwide channel with her combadge. “This is the Captain speaking. All hands standby to repel boarders!”

Suddenly there was a flare of green across the Bridge.
 
****


“I don’t care!,” shouted Lieutenant Ramblin. “Lose grid seven if you must but we need to maintain Life-Support and Warp Drive.”

Three Borg drones materialized less than five meters away from her.

“Oh, shit!,” she yelled.


****


Ensign Kyle Burgess had been thrown from his seat by the last attack. He had laid down on the deck in total darkness, his phaser clutched tightly in his hand. When the Captain’s voice echoed through the room over the shipwide intercom system, all of the things that he had read about the Borg came flooding back to him in one huge tsunami of terror. When the emergency lights kicked back on, he realized that the Borg were the least of his worries.

Bill Reeves was standing over him with a wild look in his eyes.

Burgess tried to bring his phaser to bear on him but Reeves had the advantage and sent a fist to strike Burgess in the face. Soon the world around him was plunged into darkness.


****


Isabel Cardonez was the first person to react to the two drones that had appeared. She leaped forward from her seat, grabbing her phaser and firing quickly at the nearest drone. Invisible shielding instantaneously formed between the phaser beam and the drone.

“Damn it!,” she cried out and started to charge at the drone before it could attack Thaelan. For his part, the young Andorian was sticking to his task in trying to locate Kandro.

Suddenly, a single thunderclap rang out and the Borg fell backwards to the deck, a smoking hole in his head. The second drone immediately turned towards the source of the attack but a further three shots rang out, each of them striking him in the chest and knocking him down across the body of his comrade.

For a moment, Isabel stood motionless. Her ears were still ringing from the series of explosions when she turned towards the rear of the Bridge. Huntington stood behind the Tactical Console with an ancient firearm gripped in his hand, smoke wafting from its barrel.

“What the hell is that?,” she asked him.

Huntington raised his eyebrows in surprise that he had managed to take down both of the drones. Checking the writing engraved on the side of the weapon, he replied,” Walther PPK. A projectile weapon from the twentieth century. I got to thinking after Doctor Crusher mentioned Thompson submachine guns. It’s an effective little devil. I’ll give it that.”

Cardonez shook her head, a grin on her face.

“I’ve got him!,” yelled Thaelan. “A definite Pylium trace.”

“Beam him to Sickbay. Mister Carter, prepare to go to warp.”

“Captain, the Borg tractor beam is too strong,” reported Carter. “We don’t have the power to break free.”

“Ensign,” said Masafumi who was back in his seat at the First Officer’s station,” don’t you know that the Captain never goes into a hostile situation without a backup plan?” Then he smiled.


****


With a scant second of warning, Doctor Hollem Azahn and Doctor Beverly Crusher stood by while the transporter beam lit up Sickbay, depositing a confused drone in their midst. For a moment, the Bajoran thought that there had been a mistake and that they had plucked the wrong drone from the Sphere. Then he recognized his shipmate and swallowed hard.

Both of Valian Kandro’s eyes had been augmented or replaced with large ocular implants that extended several centimeters from his face. His left arm ended at the elbow and a thin whip-like attachment hung from the stub. He wore a tight black outfit and his skin was mottled and white. A vein in his neck twitched while nanoprobes swam through his system.

After a moment’s hesitation, Three of Fifteen knew that he had been captured and he resolved to attack those who were around him. He raised his left arm and sparks arced around the tip of the whip-like attachment. However, he was restrained by a pair of two dark strong arms that linked around his body and pinned his arm to his body.

As Dru’sk struggled to hold the drone still, Ensign Tilmoore added her slight weight to the contest.

“Any time now, Doctors!,” she shouted at the point where she felt her grip weaken.

Hollem dashed forward. With a hypospray in his hand, he injected a tranquilizer shot into Kandro’s neck. As the Borg drone went limp, he tumbled to the deck, taking the Klingon crewman and the slender Tilmoore down with him.

“Quickly! Get him onto a biobed!,” Crusher said. “We don’t have long before the nanoprobes in his system adapt to the tranquilizer.”


****


Louise Ramblin felt beads of sweat trickle from the back of her hair when the Borg drone stood almost nose-to-nose with her, a curious expression on his face. She knew why he was confused. Around her upper arm was a bracelet. Its intricate circuitry was copied from a similar device taken from the Borg enclave on Malthea Two. Originally, the bracelet had allowed Pakled traders the ability to come and go from a crashed Borg ship when they pleased its inhabitants in exchange for fresh victims for a confused and damaged Collective.

The Borg drone in front of her was now in the middle of a logical dilemma. According to his scans, the figure in front of him was a drone assigned to Cube Thirty-Four. However, the Collective had lost contact with Cube Thirty-Four, one hundred and sixty-six years, fifteen days and forty-two minutes ago. While the Collective pondered this, it halted its invasion process of Testudo. Clearly there were Borg already aboard the Starfleet vessel.

On the Bridge, Captain Cardonez had retaken her place in the command chair. Moments earlier, Doctor Hollem had informed her that they had Kandro.

“Okay, everyone. It’s time to leave. Mister Carter, Warp Nine, any course heading.”

As the Ensign complied, the ship began to strain against the tractor beam again. “It’s no good.”

“Increase speed,” ordered Cardonez.

“Warp Nine-Point-Two… Nine-Point-Three… Nine-Point Five… We’re at maximum speed, Captain.”

“Tractor beam is holding,” said Huntington.

Cardonez hit her combadge. “Now, Louise, now!”

Decks below the Bridge, Ramblin slowly moved away from the drone and towards the item that was attached to the Warp Core. When the computer droned - “System overload in forty seconds.” - she ran. Punched a control on the side of the device, she waited and nothing happened.

On the Bridge, Cardonez knew that she was running out of options. “Commander, get ready to fire off that last adaptive torpedo, random setting.”

In Engineering, Ramblin was in shock. She checked and rechecked every dial and every reading but to no avail. It should have worked. Stepping back, she seethed,” Jury-rigged piece of crap,” and clenched her fist. “Pile of junk!,” she shouted before she punched the side of the glowing half-sphere. Suddenly a light on the control panel went from red to green.

She laughed. “Yes!”


****


“What the hell?!,” Carter said in disbelief. “Our speed is increasing to Warp Nine-Point-Six… Nine-Point-Seven-Five… Nine-Point-Eight!”

At Warp Nine-Point-Eight-Five, the Testudo had enough power to overwhelm the tractor beam and she shot away from the Sphere as though she had been fired from a catapult. The ship was shaking underneath the strain but the speed was still increased.

“Warp Nine-Point-Nine-Nine,” said Carter.

“The Structural Integrity Field is close to failing,” reported Thaelan.

“Hold her together for a while longer!,” shouted Cardonez. “I want as much distance between us and them as possible.”

“They aren’t pursuing us,” said Masafumi.


****


Thousands of kilometers behind them, the Collective mind of the Sphere made the decision not to follow the Testudo. While the assimilation of whatever enabled a New Orleans-class frigate to achieve such high velocities would have normally been a priority and the Collective aboard Sphere Five-Seven-Nine was now cautious. Testudo had proven itself difficult to assimilate. It had shown weapons and engine capabilities that were at odds with Borg experiences. In addition, there was the presence of drones from a Cube that had been lost over a century and a half before. All of these random factors suggested that there was a remote possibility that Sphere Five-Seven-Nine could be destroyed. Since they had no link to the Collective now, it was imperative that Sphere Five-Seven-Nine remain active until it could share this new knowledge with the rest of the Borg Collective.

As such, Sphere Five-Seven-Nine remained where it was, refocusing all of its energy on repairing a link to a Collective that no longer existed.


****


As Testudo shuddered and shook, Liz Tennyson felt hope in her for the first time in days. The Captain’s idea had worked and although she wasn’t with her engines, she knew that all of her hard work had been worth it. The reflective energy pulse chamber that she had constructed hadn’t been made as well as the one that they had found on the Yulani warp ship six months ago. That device had been the life work of Praktor Yannis Lekon, the Yulani Zefram Cochrane. It channeled power into a chamber lined with kamerite crystals. Once sufficient power levels had built up, it was injected that energy into modified nacelles that thrust a ship to extremely high warp velocities. Captain Cardonez had compared it to something called ‘nitro’ and although it was a crude analogy, Tennyson had found it to be useful when explaining the chamber to non-engineering types.

The only real problem with the device was that such high velocities had a detrimental effect on Yulani physiology, dislocating the consciousness from the body. It was permanent in the case of Lekon and very nearly so in the case of Lieutenant Kehen.

Suddenly her door chimes rang and her sense of hope faded away. She grabbed for her phaser and stood up. Then she realized how foolish that she was being. The Borg didn’t usually knock. IT was probably Doctor Hollem or Counselor Dayle.

Smiling, she tossed her phaser back onto the bed and walked over to the door. As soon as she did, she felt the shaking begin to fade as Testudo dropped out of warp. That was probably a good sign that indicated that they had escaped from the Borg.

That smile died on her face when she opened the door to greet the person on the other side of the door. She barren;y had time to register that it was Bill Reeves before he came at her. He swung a fist that hit her hard against the chin and knocked her backwards. As she tumbled to the deck, she tasted blood in her mouth. Desperately, she scrambled back and reached for her combadge but Reeves was faster.

“Bitch!,” he screamed as he fell on top of her, knocking the wind from her lungs. He grasped her combadge, ripping it from her chest and throwing it across the room.

Tennyson tried to fight back but his heavy frame pinned her completely to the deck. “Bill… stop…,” she managed to gasp before he slapped her hard across the face before he brought his hand back up for another slap. Lifting himself off of her, Tennyson took in a huge lung full of air and tried to get her bearings. He grabbed her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. Her head hurt and along with the blood in her mouth, she was certain that she had swallowed a tooth.

“You ruined everything! Everything!,” he muttered, his voice hoarse and raspy.

“Bill,” she muttered,” please stop this.”

“Don’t call me Bill!,” he screamed in her face and she involuntarily shrunk back as he spat in her face. Without warning, he gripped her throat tightly. Tennyson’s eyes bulged when her air supply was cut off again. She began to twist wildly in his grip, both of her hands tearing at his wrists but to no avail. Rage had made him stronger.

Then she was free and sweet air flooded into her nostrils. It took a minute to realize that he had almost thrown her backwards and in that minute, her back struck the glass-topped coffee table that sat as a centerpiece of her quarters. A present from her mother upon her graduation from Starfleet Academy, that table had survived intact throughout her Starfleet career. It shattered when Tennyson fell back through it. As her back hit the deck, her head jerked up and then back again, hitting the deck with a sickening crack.

Now Liz existed in a dream-like state. She felt Reeves sit down astride her and heard the fabric of her uniform tear. She felt her uniform jacket being removed but it was like it was happening to someone else, not her. Slowly Liz Tennyson’s mind shrank away from the horror of what was happening to her, retreating to a safer place.


****


“We’re at a standstill, Captain,” reported Ensign Carter.

“Engineering is reporting fluctuating power levels,” said Thaelan,” but they’re on top of repairs. Lieutenant Ramblin advises that we’ll have warp power in less than fifteen minutes.``

“I have reports of Borg drones still aboard but they’re few in number,” said Huntington. “I have all of my Security personnel hunting them down as we speak. If we can, we’ll take them in one piece.”

Cardonez let out a sigh. “Casualty reports?”

“Amazingly minor,” said Commander Masafumi. “A few broken bones and burns. We were lucky.”

“Yeah. We were very lucky.”

An intercom signal interrupted them. “This… this is Burgess… in the Brig.”

“Kyle, what’s wrong?,” asked Huntington.

“It’s Reeves,” came the response. “During the attack, the force field came down and he escaped.”

Cardonez stood up sharply. A sixth sense forced its way through her mind. “Liz,” she simply said before she turned and darted for the turbolift. “Adam, you’re with me. Yashiro, you have the Bridge.”

Moments after the turbolift door opened, Captain Cardonez and Lieutenant Commander Huntington were running as fast as they could through the corridor. They each held a phaser at the ready but they said nothing. She silently prayed that her instincts were wrong. When they reached Tennyson’s cabin, they discovered that she had been right.

It took a moment for the Security Chief to open the door but now they were surveying the carnage that had once been the Chief Engineer’s quarters. Glass covered the deck and the remains of a coffee table were strewn about. Torn fragments of a uniform had been scattered to one side. The only sound was that of ragged breathing and in the dim lights, it took a moment to locate the source.

“Oh, Dios,” Cardonez said, tears stinging her eyes when she looked down.

Tennyson was sitting up against the wall, her naked form covered in scratches and bruises. Her modesty was maintained by a sheet that she had somehow drawn over herself. Her eyes were glassy and Isabel wasn’t even sure if she was conscious. She began to kneel beside her friend but she stopped herself.

“Where would you go if you were him?,” she asked coldly.

“I would want to get off of the ship as quickly as I could,” said Huntington.

“The Shuttle Bay,” Cardonez said before she turned away from Liz. “Look after her. Get Hollem up here now.”

Huntington had seen the look in her eyes before she felt it. A look of pure rage. “Captain, you can’t take him alone. He’s dangerous.”

“So am I,” she said as she kept walking. “I’m ordering you to look after Liz until help arrives.”

Then she was gone.

For a moment, Huntington considered following her but one look at the damaged form of Tennyson stopped him. A memory of something similar and a sense of guilt overwhelmed him. He hit his combadge and requested medical assistance. Then he searched the room and found a blanket which he gently covered Tennyson with. He expected her to flinch when he grew close to her but she didn’t. Wherever she was, it wasn’t in this room anymore.


****


Bill Reeves was sweating profusely and he was out of breath. The runabout Snohomish was prepped for launch and all that he had to do now was open the Shuttle Bay doors. Standing by the console, he watched while the large door lifted open, leaving only a force field between the hangar deck and the cold vacuum of space. The door had almost lifted completely when the door to the outer corridor opened.

Caught off-guard, Reeves reached for his phaser but he was too slow. A single phaser beam shot out and clipped the console. “Throw the weapon away,” Cardonez said, standing in the doorway.

For a moment, Reeves considered gambling on bringing his weapon to bear but a quick look at his Captain’s face dispelled that. Her eyes were almost ablaze with rage. He smiled inwardly and tossed his weapon to the deck, knowing what would happen to him but he also knew it wouldn’t be that bad. Federation penal colonies weren’t exactly like old-style prisons and the main focus of his incarceration would be on treating him for some imagined flaw rather than punishing him. He lifted his hands in surrender.

Cardonez walked over to the fallen phaser and kicked it clear across the Hangar Bay. slowly, she circled until she was between Reeves and the runabout. There was the faint glimmer of a smile on his florid face and it inflamed her even more. She had once told someone that they had only seen the fiery Hispanic side of her temper. No one had ever gotten her so mad that her Romulan blood had taken over.

Until now.

Reeves blinked his eyes in confusion as Isabel threw her own phaser across the deck. “What are you doing?,” he asked her.

“You don’t like women much, do you, Bill? Can I call you Bill? What was I saying? Of course, I can,” she said. “I was giving you a chance. More of a chance than you gave Liz.”

“I don’t understand.”

Cardonez smiled and it was a smile devoid of humor. “I’m giving you a chance to get away. Take the runabout and gp. Testudo can’t stop you. We’ve taken such a beating in the last hour that the sensors probably won’t even notice when you leave.”

“You’re… you’re letting me go?”

“Uh-huh,” Cardonez said. “You just have to get past me. That shouldn’t be too hard, should it? Not for a big strong man like you.” There was a challenge in her voice.

Reeves licked his lips. “It’s a trick. You have another weapon or something!”

Cardonez shook her head. “Oh, Bill, I expected better. I am just a woman after all. Why do you have such a problem with women?,” she asked him, narrowing her eyes questioningly. “Was it your mother? Your ex-wife? It must have been something.”

“Shut up.”

“No. Was it an aunt? Your grandmother? Or maybe a sister…”

That was as far as she got because at that moment, Reeves charged her. “Shut up!,” she screamed again.

Isabel didn’t move. She stood her ground and let him ram into her, knocking both of them to the deck. Reeves wrapped his strong hands around her throat and, like much earlier, he felt a surge of power. He didn’t know why he had hesitated. Cardonez was just a woman, weak and cruel like all of the others. In his haste to attack, he had forgotten one salient point. While he was quite strong for a Human, the Captain was half-Romulan.

Cardonez barely noticed the lack of air. She had one focus and one aim now. Gripping Reeves’ wrists, she began to squeeze harder and harder until suddenly the bones in his wrists cracked. To say that Reeves screamed like a girl wouldn’t do justice to the wail of agony that echoed through the hangar. Releasing his grip, he rolled off her and knelt over in supplication, staring in horror at his hands that he could no longer move.

Cardonez got up. Rubbing her neck, she took deep breaths, only now realizing how close she had been to unconsciousness. Grabbing Reeves by the front of his uniform jacket, she hauled him to his feet. He was crying now with tears running in rivulets down his face.

“Does it hurt?,” she asked him with a concerned look on her face.

“Ye… ye… yes,” he stuttered.

Cardonez nodded, again seemingly in concern. “Good,” she snapped and punched him hard in the stomach.

Reeves collapsed to his knees once again as the air was driven out of him. She didn’t bother with picking him up. Instead she aimed a vicious kick at his head, knocking him onto his side where he curled up into a fetal position. His eyes were wide in horror as Cardonez prowled across him like a lioness circling her prey. Suddenly she lashed out with a quick kick that broke on his ribs with a satisfying crack.

If she hadn’t been so intoxicated with anger, Isabel would have been appalled at what she was doing but her mind was driven. Picking him up once more, she swung him against the side of the runabout where he stood, half-conscious and unsteady. She cocked her head first, one way, and then another, considering her options. Then with practiced ease, she performed a roundhouse kick to his head. As he fell down to the deck, he was now completely unconscious but Cardonez didn’t really care. Picking him up again, she grabbed the back of his head and rammed it, facefirst into the side of the runabout. His nose splintered and a torrent of blood sprayed the side of the Starfleet vessel.

“What’s the matter?,” she asked his lifeless face. “Too much woman for you?”

Reeves didn’t respond because he couldn’t. His breathing was shallow and she knew, with certainty, that he was close to death. One more hit would probably do it.

Then she paused for a second. Which became two seconds. The anger was still within her but the beating of Reeves had expended much of it. Now she looked at his bloodied face and felt a pang of horror at what she had done and what she had been about to do. She had never seen that side of her before and it scared her.

“You’re not worth it,” she said and let Reeves fall to the deck.

“Captain?,” came the voice of Adam Huntington from behind her.

“I’m okay. It’s over.”

Huntington walked over to her side and looked down at what was left of Reeves. Even the most unobservant of people would be able to tell that this had been an unfair fight, a merciless beating, and he considered the price that his Captain would have to pay. Then he remembered the crumpled face of Liz Tennyson, impossibly small in his arms while he kept her warm with the blanket that he had wrapped around her.

“Captain, I would like to apologize,” he said.

“What for?,” she asked him but she never got an answer. He pulled the first punch but it was still enough to break her nose. His second hit was to the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious while a third hit caught her above the right eye. When she fell to the deck, he made no attempt to stop her and her face struck the side of the runabout on the way down.

Kneeling beside her, he checked to see that she was okay. The damage was superficial but gaudy. Blood covered her lower face and her eye was already swelling up.

Huntington stood up and finally answered her question. “For saving your career,” he said, simply before he tapped his combadge. “Huntington to Sickbay! Medical emergency in the Shuttle Bay.”
 
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