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Narciso was in his office taking down notes on his datapad regarding his schedule. He paused for a moment, feeling slightly uneasy and looked out of his window, out the ships' port side and onto the stars beyond. It was hard to believe that they were currently fighting against the Borg in the middle of this vast star ocean. But that was a reality he could not ignore. His eyes returned to the screen of the datapad and as his fingers were about to type a chime came from the door. "Come in, it's open." He called out as he placed the datapad onto his desk. as the doors slide open, the ships' captain walked in with a somewhat sour note. "Captain Karalin, what brings you here? Is everything alright?" Narciso questioned as he took note of the look upon his captains' face. The man walked closer and did so somberly, "Counselor it is nothing serious, at least not regarding the ship itself. However you have been called to Vulcan for a sensitive, medical emergency."


Narciso's heart nearly jumped out of his chest, he remembered his grandparents on Vulcan and immediately began to worry. The captain, realizing his error, quickly began to correct himself. "No, no Counselor. Your family is fine. This is involving someone else. Here." He spoke his last word as he lifted up a datapad for Narciso to take. "This should explain everything to you. It is a matter with which you are more than capable of handling. Now, a transport has come for you and shall arrive within two hours. Take that time to brief yourself." The captain turned to leave but stopped at the door. "Counselor, you will be missed. Hurry back to us." Narciso only looked to the captain as he left and then glanced down to the datapad he was given. He was used to such hasty assignments, but that scare he received set his nerves up a notch.


The datapad proved to be an interesting read. The Vulcans weren't known for being... a sharing race when it came to such personal things. Even with a person who was a quarter Vulcan, they tended to only speak of such things should the person experience it. And Narciso, thankfully due to his natural biology, was void of experiencing severe Pon Farr. Though the Phase was another story altogether. "So... S'ynek is the patient... Haven't I heard that name before from Admiral Quinn? Must have been in passing. regardless he must be a fool to allow this Pon Farr cycle to advance so far... Must be interesting circumstances, to say the least." Narciso thought to himself in the silence of his office. He stood and gathered his needed materials before taking leave of the space, turning his head once he reached the door to look back one more time with a smile. "Computer, turn lights off." With a chime, the lights powered off and Narciso left for his quarters.


As the Counselor walked the halls of the Corona, all he passed waved a hello, unbeknownst to them, it was actually a goodbye. Yet Narciso smiled and returned the hellos with a wave. Entering his quarters, one could instantly see all the art within. Vases, paintings, artifact replicas all from the same origin: Betazed. He reached his dresser and pulled all the drawers out, hastily taking his clothes and placing them into a messenger-like bag. He rose the strap and wore it over his shoulder, taking a final look around his home. The items that he used for the decor would be left here, at least for now until his return. Nodding to himself he moved to leave and caught his reflection on a hanging mirror. He stopped and looked, his civilian attire, a deep blue one piece that was tight around his chest and waist, and loose around his legs. He took extra care to look at his scar, the one he was inflicted with during the incident aboard the Adonis. It was short in length, and thin as well, located just to the bottom right side of his lips. It had been much worse before the CMO of the Thunderchild, the ship that rescued the Adonis crew, had patched him up. The small scar for some reason simply refused to disappear. It stood as a mark of the ongoing battle with the Borg, as a memento of how there are things more important than ones' self. Snapping back from his thoughts on his scar, Narciso heard the computer chime and someone request that he come to transporter room one. It would appear that his ship had arrived...


Narciso entered into the transporter room and found the captain in there awaiting him. "Captain Karalin, I did not expect you to be here to see me off." The captain only smiled and laughted heartily, "Counselor I wouldn't miss this. Besides, it seems we have been called to dive further into the front. They have need of a science ship... Things are going, harshly on the front." Narciso's eyes went slightly wide, "Well how can I possibly leave at a time like this?" The captain placed a hand on Narciso's shoulder and gave him a push onto the transporter pad. "We will be fine. The Corona is a tough ship and can provide all the aid in the world. Our arrival will boost morale for those awaiting us. Lt., Energize." Narciso stumbled onto the transporter pad and turned in time to see the transporter officer power up his station. "Wait-wait, captain-" Before he could finish his sentence he was beamed onto the ship brought here to carry him to Vulcan, the USS Sao Paulo. an Intrepid class starship. As soon as he was aboard, the ship jumped into warp speed towards Vulcan.


Hours later, Narciso was within his temporary quarters and sitting at his desk. Now that he was close enough, he was able to send a communication to Vulcan. He opened his monitor and watched the screen light up, "Contact Vulcan, route me to the home of Chief of Photonic Studies Sentak, emergency medical, thank you." Narciso did not have to wait long, before he knew it the image of a beautiful Vulcan woman appeared on his monitor. She appeared to be later middle age, with light grey hair, tied up in a traditional knot with light green eyes.


"Greetings, I am T'ylen, the wife of Sentak, are you the officer we have been expecting?"


"Ah, T'ylen." Narciso rose his hand in the traditional gesture and bowed his head, a higher form of Vulcan respect his grandfather beat into him. "Live long and prosper Madam T'ylen. Yes I am the medical officer. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I wish it had been under less stressful circumstances. Tell me, how is he faring?"


"Peace and Long Life, Lieutenant Commander Neves-Heliree. My son S'ynek is withstanding the effects of phase one of the Pon Farr. He is currently stable but unconscious."


"I see. The Pon Farr is... a trying ordeal. Tell me, has he spoken about it prior or during his visit?"


"He did not speak of it, he was concerned for his father."


"I see. His father though? Is Sentak alright? I remember meeting him prior, very briefly during a science conference. A brilliant man."


"He is as well as he can be, Doctor. Although the two of them are...somewhat erratic. My son is not a follower of Surek and embraced his emotions as a young man."


"Erratic you say? I see... Not a follower of Surek? Now that is a very rare thing for a Vulcan. Tell me, has he undergone any meditation to supress his emotions at all? Any meditational discipline? If not, I must note down that his emotions are even more dangerous during this Pon Farr cycle."


"My son is fully trained in meditation...and until he came to see his father, he seemed well, if not a bit nervous. You see, this is the first time he has returned to Vulcan since he joined Starfleet."


"I understand, that is good to know. It would have been an extreme situation should he not have learned those disciplines. Now, you said he was well until he saw his father. There was nothing written in the report given to me of any incident regarding Pon Farr prior to this. So I must bare to logic that this was his first episode. Is Sentak at his side? May I speak to him?"

"Yes, allow me to transfer you to his office terminal, I am gratified Starfleet sent a highly knowledgeable officer."


"Please, the honor and privilege is all mine." Narciso waited for a second as his call was transferred over. Soon the image of an elder Vulcan came on his viewscreen. Sentak of Vulcan was a handsome man, tall, with a shock of grey hair over his right temple.


"Doctor Sentak. It is an honor to see you once more sir. I pray you are well." Narciso bowed his head once more, this time to Sentak himself, showing the elder his owed respect. The man was, after all, a highly esteemed scientist.


Sentak did a clear double take, if Narciso had not known he had Bendai Syndrome, such a gesture would be striking. "You... You are the officer Starfleet sent, Doctor Heliree?" A long pause, even more striking. "It is an honor to see you here. Starfleet is not known for sending incapable officers. I am pleased they chose you."


Narciso gave a soft smile, and responded. "Yes Doctor, I was the one sent, and am pleased to have been so. Doctor are you well? You seem somewhat... tired. Is it from aiding your son?"


"I must admit, maintaining a mind meld, even with my son under the effects of phase four telepathic inhibitor is difficult. He is...distraught. I also fear my Bendai Syndrome inhibits my telepathic control."


Narciso's eyes widened slightly but he quickly regained his composure. "Bendai Syndrome Doctor?... I understand. Your son is lucky to have gotten your aid, as it would appear that he is suffering more than the report had hinted towards. A phase four telepathic inhibitor... and he is still having severe symptoms Doctor? I am intrigued and puzzled. Has he been capable of any controlled meditation on his own?"


"I have seen through the meld his meditation, unfortunately we had only started to talk when he experienced his first episode here. He has been hiding his feelings for at least a week prior to arriving on Vulcan."


Narciso paused for a moment. A notification came to him over the ships intercom that the USS Sao Paulo had arrived in Vulcan Space and would be entering orbit around the planet shortly. Narciso looked back to his monitor and back onto the face of Sentak. "That is understandable. As a Vulcan, he would have kept it to himself. Has he been receiving any medication for the chemical imbalances the Pon Farr is causing? His serotonin levels must be in constant flux, not to mention other hormones. It would be no wonder as to why his symptoms are so severe. I shall bring with me the proper equipment to evaluate him." Narciso took up a datapad and hastily typed into his notes regarding this situation. His attention returned to Sentak and the conversation at hand. "Doctor, my transport is entering orbit now. Would it be acceptable for me to beam directly to your home?"


"That would be agreeable, Doctor Heliree. Set your coordinates as instructed by the Academy."


Narciso nodded and smiled softly. "I shall arrive soon Doctor." With a motion of his hand the call was terminated. Narciso stood from his chair but suddenly felt uneasy...


S'ynek sat straight upright, screaming "Father, Father!" The Pon Farr gripped S'ynek and his eyes stared off into space. Images, a soft, handsome face with green eyes...no blue, both. Long flowing, light brown hair draping over his right shoulder covering his right eye, and a scar, very thin and short from some sort of injury. By now tears were flowing freely down S'ynek's face. His father rushed to him trying to reestablish the mind meld, but with a supreme effort, S'ynek looked straight into his father's eyes. "He is here! I feel him...does he feel me!?" Sentak forced his arms onto his son's shoulders, pushing to lay him down. "T'ylen!! T'ylen!!" Sentak shouted for his wife's aid as his son suddenly shoved him with extreme force. Sentak was knocked to the floor, his wife finally entered the room to see her son thrashing about where he lay and her husband on the floor. "Sentak, it is far too much! What do we do for him!?" she rushed to his side, helping him to sit up. Sentak looked at his son, panic flooding over him from his loss of control. S'ynek suddenly shot up, screamed and collapsed, passing out entirely...


Narciso looked to the door, taking a heavy step towards it as the uneasiness grew and grew. A pain emerged in his stomach and he rose a hand onto his abdomen. "I.. Medical..." He suddenly felt dizzy, his vision blurred and became contorted, almost spinning around him. He stumbled to his side, grasping the head of the chair he had been sitting on. "Computer... Med... emergency..." His vision went dark and he felt himself fall forward, his hand catching himself on his desk. "Medical emergency, Heliree's quarters!" Managing to get those final words out, Narciso fell to the side, landing on the floor, a jumble of images flooding his mind.

(to be continued)

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My mind was cluttered. All I could hear was noise. I tried concentrating trying desperately to pick out one recognizable sound. It was not there. My head hurt, instinctively I reached for my temple. It didn't feel like my temple at all...it was....metal! My senses starting returning except for all that damn noise in my head. Then I heard it. We are Borg. You Have been assimilated. Your designation is One of Seven. Your consciousness has been downloaded to the collective....then all went black again....

"He's in shock. We have to get him to sickbay immediately." Colin yelled.

"Calm down Fairchild, we are ready to go. We have to get out of this room. The shielding is blocking communications with the ship. Can we move him yet?"

"Yes I have stabilized for transport, help me pick him up."

Hargrave and Colin grabbed Jeremy and made for the corridor. Fortunately they had eliminated the three Borg that had beamed in while Jeremy was investigating the dying one in the corner. He had apparently, assimilated Jeremy and then expired. "Wait...the tricorder!" Colin ran back in the room grabbed the tricorder and ran back out. Once in the corridor they were able to contact the ship for transport.

"3 to beam directly to sickbay!"

They put Jeremy in a medical bed and contacted the bridge. We were unable to set up the charges can we destroy the facility from here Chief?

"Aye, these new Torpedos will drill down and take out the entire facility and anything for 200 meter's in diameter. Firing now."

Colin immediately started to work on Jeremy. The ships Doctor came in. Jeremy's skin had already begun to...well to putrify.

"Step aside Colin I will take care of Jeremy."

Colin headed for the door. He saw a force field go up around the Doctor and Jeremy. He knew the Doctor had extensive experience with Borg victims. As he glanced back for the last time he saw more devices tearing through Jeremy's skin.

It was dark, the voices, the noise seemed to be calming down. I could start to make out an order to the madness. I felt something approaching. Well not approaching as I couldn't really see but I felt a presence. Then I saw her. My mind lit up and there she was. Scary, beautiful, wicked and disgusting. She had me now. I sensed her thoughts her desires. She wanted something but I was unsure what. Then it became clear. She was looking for information...Starfleet, Starship, numbers...she wanted command codes. Well I was not about to give that up. She started screaming, or maybe it was whining. I couldn't be sure. I resisted her glare until she called me by name. "You are One of Seven, You are Borg. Your consciousness has been downloaded..."

I cut her off. "I am One of Seven, WE are Borg. Resistance is futile." I couldn't believe I just said that. The noise began again and she departed.

I opened my eyes. The bright lights of sickbay stung my eyes. My head was pounding. I reached for my temple...the device...it was still there...apparently it had not been a bad dream. I tried to get up and found I could not move. Everything went black...

On Earth Spacedock

Admiral Graham Quinn was worried, what was supposed to be a family visit to Vulcan for one of his Ship Captains had gone sideways. Quinn was mindful of the significance of Bendai Syndrome having heard of the case of Ambassador Spock’s father, and now Sentak, the father of one of his more senior task force commanders, Vice-Admiral S’ynek of Vulcan, known as T’oi, was dying of it. Quinn let out a short stream of curses; S’ynek had not made it clear to anyone that he was also in a Pon Farr cycle. An almost unbelievable set of circumstances that no one could have predicted, and information was not in abundant supply, but the Acting Captain of the Carl Sagan, Commander Umax, had made it clear that for some reason, S’ynek was dying from the uncompleted mating cycle. Quinn stared into his large aquarium at a Tiger Fish, not only did the fish have deadly poison spines it was considered a rare delicacy to eat. Incorrect ritual preparation always resulted in death. Like love among Vulcans, he surmised.

“Admiral Quinn? Admiral Brooks for you.”

“Patch him through, Commander.”

Turning to his comm screen, Quinn saw a much harried Chief of Starfleet Medical, Leon Brooks.

“Graham, I have good news and bad news, first the good news I know of one supremely qualified Counselor to handle this crisis. He wrote up a treatise on the Pon Farr in the Starfleet Medical Journal that is required reading for all of my personnel that study Vulcan physiology and Ship’s Counselors. He is also a surgeon, and I would have loved to have him under my command. Which leads me to the bad news…he’s one of yours, Narciso Neves-Heliree. Remember the Adonis?”

“I know him Leo, I remember reading his debriefing on that nasty bit of business. Took command of the ship long enough to evacuate the crew, received injuries…I stole him from you, right?”

“Something I will never forgive you for, Quinn. If you had only taken either S’ynek or Heliree I wouldn’t have the shortage of qualified senior officers to consider my replacement from, but I digress. If you want Heliree for this, and if you have a lick of sense you will, you need to order him to Vulcan. I can only say that he is the only name on the list. If anyone can save S’ynek it’s Heliree.”

“Thanks Leo, I owe you a big one.”

Tapping his combadge

“Quinn to Sulu, do you know where Lt. Commander Narciso Neves-Heliree is?”

“Yes sir, he is on the Borg front right where you ordered the USS Corona.”

“I need you to cut orders separating him from his ship for this. I can’t afford to pull the ship from the front so his Captain will have to do without a Counselor for now. In the meantime, send the fastest transwarp capable ship to pick him up and go directly to Vulcan. We don’t have time for the bloody niceties, make sure the ship that goes to get him isn’t commanded by an asshole, send S’ynek’s medical records and the latest report from the CMO on the ground so Heliree gets up to speed fast.”

To be continued

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“I know you must have a million questions right now but, quite frankly, I don’t care. What I do care about are those weapons that you’re all carrying. Each of you is to put your phasers in the good doctor’s office.”

The officers were all looking at the screen in disbelief. Oren-De, however, remained calm. “And if we refuse?”

Maggie smiled. “I flood Sickbay with anesthezine gas. And while it be a lot of fun watching you all drop like flies, I have more important things to do right now.”

Oren-De looked at his staff and nodded. Each of them walked over to Redwing’s office and placed their weapons inside. When the last had been deposited, a force field shimmered into place, sealing them off.

“Thank you so much for your cooperation. We’ll be with you shortly so please, sit tight and enjoy the ride. Bye!”

The other Maggie on the screen gave Oren-De and his officers a sarcastic smile and a mocking wave before she disappeared. One by one, they turned from the screen to look at their Maggie, who was still staring dumbfounded at where her doppelganger had appeared.

“I don’t suppose you have a twin sister we should know about...?” asked Red.

“No, not that I’m aware of,” Maggie responded, still too much in shock to register that had been Red’s attempt at humor.

Oren-De, who had gone back to work on his console, raised an eyebrow at a result on the screen. “Apparently Ms. Matoya is not the only person with a duplicate aboard. The ship’s records show that I was relieved of command twenty-five minutes ago by Commander Sadda and Dr. Redwing, as I am apparently medically unfit for duty.”

War and Red looked at each other in shock, then at Oren-De.

“That requires both of us to give authorization codes by voice,” thought Red aloud. “So there are at least three duplicates of us on board...”

“... or one person who can assume at least three of our identities,” finished War. “But who or what would be capable of that? I suppose the Undine coul--”

“Unfortunately, we don’t have time to debate this,” interjected Oren-De. “We are quickly running out of time to stop this ship. Mr. Shrel, I trust that our... other Maggie... has locked Sickbay’s doors?”

Shrel, who was already at Sickbay’s only exit, nodded as he entered a command into the doorside panel. “Yes, Captain. Probably as soon as the ship alerted her to our beam-in.”

“Then we need another way out. Dr. Redwing, this is your Sickbay. Any ideas of how to escape?”

Red looked around until his eyes landed on one of the walls opposite the doors. “Well, there is a Jeffries tube access panel over there. We should be able to get out that way.”

“Captain, it’s likely that guards are on their way to prevent us from doing exactly that. If we’re gone when they arrive, they will use the ship’s sensors to find and stop us,” said Shrel.

Red snapped his fingers. “Actually, I have an idea for that. While we may be locked out of the bridge’s controls, they likely haven’t locked us out of Sickbay’s,” he said as he walked over to a computer console. He entered a few commands and grinned as the Emergency Medical Hologram suddenly appeared next to him.

“Please state the nature of the medical emergency,” requested the hologram, who currently took the form of a blond-haired human woman.

“How does that help us?” asked Will. “If we’re all gone and she’s here, they’ll know we escaped.

Maggie smiled as she caught on to Red’s plan. “... we won’t all escape. Only one of us will go, and we’ll use the hologram as a stand-in. “

Oren-De nodded. “Excellent idea. Volunteers?”

“I’ll go,” spoke up War. “I’ve been through the Jeffries tubes more times than I care to admit. I can move the fastest through the ship and have the best chance of sabotaging her effectively.”

“Agreed. I leave the best course of action up to you, then. Speed is your top priority.”

War gave an affirmative and quickly moved toward the Jeffries tubes. Red, glancing anxiously at War, typed a few new commands into his console. The EMH disappeared for a brief moment, reappearing looking exactly like War’en.

“Be careful, War,” Red said as War knelt down and removed the panel in front of the tube’s entrance..

War looked up at Red. He quickly stood back up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You too. I’ll be as fast as I can.”

With that, War knelt back down and crawled into the Jeffries tube. Red wasted no time in replacing the panel cover. He stood back up and looked at the EMH.

“You’re covering for Commander Sadda. Act like him, but don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. Just... keep a low profile.”

The EMH gave Red a baffled look. “Act? That isn’t in my protocols. I’m programmed to be a doctor, not a thespian.”

“I don’t care. Mess this up and I’ll have your digital guts for garters,” growled Red. “Unless, of course, you like being stolen.”

“Stolen? Who is steal--”

The doors to Sickbay suddenly opened. Red and Shrel, much to their surprise, were now looking at themselves carrying phaser rifles. The two stepped through the doors, which shut behind them. The two Shrels looked at each other with mutual distrust. The other Red, however, looked at his counterpart and grinned.

“Oh, now this is freaky! Just when you think you’ve seen it all. Alright, all of you, get together over there. Now.”

The officers looked to Oren-De, who simply nodded and moved to where the other Red had ordered. As his officers joined him, the other Shrel kept his weapon pointed at them. However, the holographic War’en and Red were intercepted by Red’s counterpart, who looked at them with an amused grin. As the other Red eyed the two of them, Red did his best to suppress the urge to glance at the hologram. Finally, the other Red smirked and raised a suggestive eyebrow.

“You know... you don’t get an opportunity like this every day. When we get where we’re going, I’ll make a note to have some fun with you two.”

Red looked at his double with disgust. The holographic War’en merely reacted with some confusion, but did as he was told and kept his mouth shut. The other Red grinned in amusement at their reactions.

“Wow, they weren’t kidding. You people really are wound tight on this side. Well, your loss.”

The other Red gave his counterpart a light double-tap on the cheek with his hand before moving over to a nearby console. After placing a padd on the console’s surface, he began entering commands, but had positioned himself so as to block the others from seeing what exactly he was doing. Oren-De eyed the duplicate of his ship’s doctor for a moment, then broke the silence.

“You said, ‘this side’. This side of what?”

The other Shrel pointed his rifle at Oren-De. “Quiet. You will only speak when we ask you a question.”

Oren-De looked at the other Shrel. “You’re a perfect duplicate of Mr. Shrel. The same goes for your Dr. Redwing.”

At this, the other Redwing let out a loud laugh and looked over his shoulder at Oren-De. “Doctor Redwing. That sounds so bizarre. Still...” and at this he looked over at Red, “I bet our grandmother would have liked the sound of it.”

Red raised an eyebrow. “Would have?”

The other Red raised an eyebrow in turn, his cocky demeanor vaporized. “Huh. Mags was right. This place is like a funhouse mirror.”

The console the other Red was working on suddenly beeped. His smirk returned, the other Red picked up his padd and quickly made for the exit to Sickbay. He only stopped next to the other Shrel to issue a curt command.

“Keep them out of trouble. It should be any moment now.”

With that, the other Red left Sickbay, leaving the Pandora’s crew under the gun of Shrel’s doppelganger. Maggie, who was standing with Oren-De at the front of the group, whispered to him.

“Captain... I think I know where they’re from.”

Oren-De nodded. “As do I. However, for now, keep an eye out for an opening. If what their Dr. Redwing said is true, we are running out of t--.”

“Hey!” the other Shrel interrupted. “Keep quiet. This is set to kill. Next person to talk... gets vapori--”

Suddenly, the Pandora bucked wildly. Everyone in Sickbay was thrown to the ground and into walls and beds as the inertial dampeners failed to compensate for the ship’s violent motions. The other Shrel was lifted off his feet and slammed into the doors of Sickbay.

When it finally stopped, Shrel and Oren-De were the first back to their feet. Seeing where their guard had landed, the two rushed him. However, the other Shrel caught their movement and quickly jumped back to his feet. He angrily pointed the gun toward Oren-De and walked toward him.

“Dumb move. Time to pay.”

The other Shrel’s finger began to squeeze the trigger when he suddenly jerked. His eyes rolled up toward the back of his head and his hands went limp. He and the phaser rifle fell to the ground in a heap, leaving the holographic War’en behind him, his right hand still next to where the other Shrel’s neck had been. Holo War lowered his hand and looked at the crew with an air of nonchalance.

“I’m programmed with the entirety of the Starfleet Medical database, which includes Vulcan techniques for the pacification of hostile patients as well as the details of Bajoran physiology. And Mr. Shrel here was proving to be most hostile.”

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As we approached Drayden I called for long range scans. Specifically I was looking for signs of other ships or any type of life. "One life sign,Sir, very faint". This is odd, there should have been something.

"Sir...Starfleet on coded channel."

"Put it through to my ready room."

I entered my ready room...My Ready Room. While I liked the sound of that I couldn't help but feel heavy and my thoughts switched to the captains last moments...

"Jeremy?"

"Admiral." This was the commandant of Starfleet academy. I was very close to him throughout my studies and wanted very much to make him proud of my accomplishments.

"I am sorry to have heard of the events with Captain Richards, he will be sorely missed Commander. How's the Crew holding up?"

"Well they seem to be doing okay but Colin can sense their despair both with the Captains loss and the mission, sir. Wait....Commander? I don't deserve that rank...yet."

"Well you didn't deserve the loss of your Captain. Or the instant responsibility of 149 other lives but there you are. Jeremy this mission is vital to Starfleet. You must go down to the planet surface. There is some intelligence there that Starfleet cannot let fall to the enemy, if it hasn't already...I am sending you coordinates for a cave located in the northern hemisphere. Find a computer console and download the contents, set charges and get out of there. Here is the encryption file you need for the download. The New Hampshire is on her way. When she arrives beam over to her and meet with Captain Arun. Give him the data. Beam back and return immediately to port."

"Aye Sir. Our initial scans show only one life sign and it is very faint. We are approaching the planet now. Frost Out."

Exiting to the bridge I started barking orders. "Number One you have the bridge. Colin you're with me. Lt. Hargrave go and get three phaser rifles and meet us in transporter room 1. Helm maintain standard orbit."

Colin and I entered the turbo lift. "deck 6".

We entered transporter room 1. I handed the coordinates to the ensign on duty. "Attempt to maintain transporter locks on the away team. Energize."

We found ourselves in a cave. Well not a cave really it was more like the hallway of a starship. I brought out my tricorder and started scanning. I found our faint life sign. It is not so faint and it is Borg.

"Frost to Anderson...silence..."

We started to make our way down the corridor. There was a sudden and abrupt shaking. "It seems this area is not very stable". We continued along the passage until we came across an opening. It was a large room full of various cargo containers and one solitary computer console. Colin was scanning as I set my tricorder on the console. "Sir, 3 Borg are headed this way." I quickly scouted the area. I saw a thin red laser line over in the corner. "Cover the entrance and try to get communications with the ship". I walked over to the corner and saw an injured Borg. This was not one of the planets inhabitants, that was clear. I raised my weapon but stopped short of firing. It had a strange look on its face. Not the typical I am going to assimilate you look. Sparks were flying out of its chest cavity. This one was about to die. I turned to look for Colin and felt a pain in my neck then I blacked out...