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STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
J. M. Dillard
Based on Star Trek: The Next Generation
created by Gene Roddenberry.
In two leaping steps, Worf reached the communications console and worked the controls. "The Borg have piggybacked a signal onto the lieutenant's comm," he shouted over the whine "I cannot terminate theâ€¦ Incoming!"
The bridge rocked as the Enterprise was hit by a tremendous blow. The few officers still on their feet fell to the ground. Nave and T'Lana had both been thrown from their chairs.
"Shields are down," LaForge reported as he pulled himself back up to the console.
"Lieutenant Nave, take us out of weapons range!" Picard ordered as a second burst hit the ship.
The lieutenant struggled back to the conn, squinting in pain as the piercing sound grew impossibly louder. With a few commands, she brought the ship around and punched in a course that would take them as far away from the Borg ship as they could allow. As they sped away, the noise finally stopped.
"I've cut the connection to Lieutenant Battaglia's combadge," Worf reported.
"We've got shields," LaForge reported.
Picard looked to his two officers. They had been through this beforeâ€”and much worseâ€”yet he knew the looks of shock on their faces as they continued to work at their stations only mirrored his own. The Borg never lashed out so quickly, unless they were in attack mode. "I want a fullâ€”"
"The Cube beamed something into sickbay while the shields were down," Worf said. "Readings are unclear."
Picard was immobilized for a fraction of a second. Though the rest of the bridge crew would have hardly noticed, to the captain, it felt like an eternity. The Borg were after Beverly. Somehow, they had sensed the connection and read his thoughts. They were hitting him personally, going for blood.
"Security to sickbay," Picard commanded.
Worf and Picard both went for the turbolift, when Beverly's voice filled the air "Sickbay to the bridge." There was something hollow about her voice. Calm, yet emotionless. The tone stopped Picard.
"The Borg," she said, halting.
"We're on our way," Picard said with a glance to Worf. He knew they both shouldn't leave the bridge, but damned if he was going to stay behind.
"No," she said "It's not drones. It's the away team. The Borg have returned their bodies... or, rather... what remained."
Picard felt a flush of relief. The Borg hadn't noticed the connection and sent a personal attack. They had merely sent the bodies to the last logical location on the ship.
He had failed them. He had done the one thing he had sworn he would never do: lose even one more of his crew to the Borg. With his eyes focused on the bridge crew, his mind finished Battaglia's last utterance: They now attack on sight.
He had assumed that the Borg would react to the away team as they always had to humans who posed no direct threatâ€”that they would ignore them. He had assumedâ€¦ and been wrong. How had he not known? He had been correct on everything else; he had known about the existence of the unborn Queen, the location of the Borg cubeâ€¦
But he had not known about the Borg's new tactic of attacking all intruders. Or their murderous intentions. His imperfect connection to the hive mind was a defect, a flaw, that had to be corrected, and swiftly.
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