Once free, she subdued the other freed drones with her, and re assimilated them.
Seven was assimilated as a child and spent most of her life up to that point as a borg drone, once she was freed, she lacked the necessary skills and experience to integrate with the rest of the crew or go off on her own. Janeway became her de facto guardian.
Once free, she subdued the other freed drones with her, and re assimilated them.
They/she did break the terms of her being on Voyager, tried to take over the ship and have all its people assimilated against the agreement, her being imprisoned for that unless she helps the crew seems a foreseeable, understandable, reasonable consequence to the action.
SEVEN: All remaining bioships in the Delta Quadrant are returning to their realm. The Borg have prevailed.
JANEWAY: With a little help from us. Now it's time you fulfilled your end of the agreement. Tell the Collective we expect safe passage from here on out. We'll give you a shuttlecraft. You can head for the nearest Borg ship.
SEVEN: Unacceptable. This alliance is terminated. Your ship and its crew will adapt to service us.
(Seven goes towards Paris. He fires a hand phaser at her, but the beam bounces off her shields.)
SEVEN: Resistance is futile.
Seven was six when she was assimilated, and stated to Janeway that she'd been a drone for 18 years. So, she was 24 when she joined VoyagerWhen Seven joined Voyager, she was maybe 18 or 20 yo in age and physical appearance
Seven was six when she was assimilated, and stated to Janeway that she'd been a drone for 18 years. So, she was 24 when she joined Voyager
Seems they would have let her go, had the Borg acted "honourably" after 8472 had been driven back to fluidic space:
Its been a while, but Janeway betrayed the Borg first.
(The Borg have been busy building regeneration alcoves and other equipment.)
SEVEN: Where is your Captain? I must speak with her.
CHAKOTAY: In our medical bay, recovering. You'll be dealing with me now.
SEVEN: Circumstances have changed.
CHAKOTAY: I'd say so.
SEVEN: The loss of our vessel requires that we modify our agreement.
CHAKOTAY: I've been giving that some thought. I'm willing to let you stay on board. We'll continue to work with you on the weapon. Once we're safely out of Borg territory we'll give you the nanoprobes, shake hands and part company.
SEVEN: Insufficient. Our latest tactical projections indicate that the war will be lost by then. The nearest Borg vessel is forty light years away. You will reverse course and take us to it.
CHAKOTAY: Even at maximum warp, that's a five day journey in the wrong direction. We're supposed to be heading out of Borg space, not deeper into it.
SEVEN: There is no alternative.
CHAKOTAY: Look, I'll honour the original agreement, but I'm not turning this ship around. It's too dangerous.
SEVEN: Denying our request is also dangerous.
CHAKOTAY: I'll think about it.
SEVEN: Think quickly.
[Briefing room]
CHAKOTAY: A five day trip back into the heart of Borg territory. It's too risky. With those drones and the nanoprobes on board, we might as well have a bull's-eye painted on our hull. We're a prime target for Species 8472. We'd never survive another attack.
NEELIX: What is the alternative?
CHAKOTAY: I'm going to end this alliance here and now. We're going to drop the Borg off on the next uninhabited planet, give them the nanoprobes and take our chances alone. They can wait for a Borg ship to pick them up and finish the weapon. I'm in command now and I have to do what I think is best for this crew. Tom, I want you to scan for the nearest uninhabited planet and set a course.
PARIS: Aye, sir.
TUVOK: I must caution you, Commander. The Borg may not go quietly.
CHAKOTAY: We'll see. Bring that female drone to the Ready room. Dismissed.
[Ready room]
CHAKOTAY: Once we've beamed you to the surface, we'll send down the nanoprobes and all our research.
SEVEN: Unacceptable. We don't have time for
CHAKOTAY: This isn't open for discussion. I'm not turning this ship around. You're getting what you wanted. I suggest we part ways amicably.
SEVEN: There is another option. We could assimilate your vessel.
CHAKOTAY: If a single drone steps one millimetre out of that Cargo Bay, I'll decompress the entire deck. You won't pose much of a threat floating in space.
SEVEN: When your Captain first approached us, we suspected that an agreement with humans would prove impossible to maintain. You are erratic, conflicted, disorganised. Every decision is debated, every action questioned. Every individual entitled to their own small opinion. You lack harmony, cohesion, greatness. It will be your undoing.
CHAKOTAY: Escort our guest back to the Cargo Bay.
[Sickbay]
(Chakotay briefs his comatose Captain.)
CHAKOTAY: Well, I've made my decision. If it were only a matter of going against the orders of my superior officer. You're more than just my Captain. You're my friend. I hope you'll understand.
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