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"Equip yourselves according to standard anti-Borg protocol! Move it!" barked Shrel to a line of security officers that were hustling into the Transporter Bay and grabbing equipment that had been stockpiled in the room. The Bajoran was already outfitted, including an antiproton rifle that he had slung over his shoulder. Talona, who was the only non-security officer equipped with a similar weapon, noticed that he looked much more energetic.
He lives for the fight, I guess, she thought as she walked next to the transporter pad, positioning herself near a modular console that had been set up there.
War'en, who was standing next to the transporter attendant, looked at Talona with concern. "Talona, I'm still not entirely on board with this idea. Frankly, I have a number of engineers who rate higher in a combat situation than you, especially given... last time."
Talona glanced at her tricorder reflexively, then looked at her console so that she didn't have to look War'en in the eye. "Yes, but how many of them can reliably
hack in a combat situation?"
War'en frowned, but they both knew she was right. However, something about this didn't sit well with him. Given Talona's reaction the last time they had encountered these Borg, he would have expected her to refrain from a ground fight with them. To his surprise though, she had actually requested to go when she had proposed this attack plan. It was a good plan that had the best chance of success, though still slim. As much as War'en disliked the idea, there was no viable alternative.
When the security team, which included Shrel, was assembled on the transporter pad, War'en addressed them.
"On my mark, you will beam down to the planet and engage hostiles. Protect Lieutenant Roberts while she does her part. Once she's done, we will be sending down reinforcements via transporter," he said, motioning to the squads standing around him, most of which were security but included some science and engineering support. "As much as I hate to say this, your priorities are Captain Oren-De and Lieutenant Matoya as it is imperative they are not assimilated by the Collective. Everyone else... is secondary. Understood?"
The group responded with a loud "aye, sir!" War'en nodded then looked at Talona. "Begin, Lieutenant." Talona nodded and began entering commands into the console next to her.
Meanwhile, in the chamber below the surface of Zarath III, Albina was watching her captive Enhasan, who had stopped moving a few minutes ago and gone completely slack. Maggie, who was still retrained on the slab next to him, was practically screaming at him to wake up. His skin had become rather pale and even mottled in some areas, whereas many of the veins in his face where now visible with a sickly gray color. Red, who couldn't see any of this, could still tell from Maggie's reaction what was happening. His medical knowledge of the assimilation process more than made up for the rest. However, it also made him realize how futile trying to awaken Oren-De would be, so instead he tried to chart out in his head, what would need to be done to reverse the process. That, of course, assumed they'd be rescued in time.
Red, it seemed, it wasn't the only one in the room that had such knowledge. Dr. Shion, who stood about ten paces away from Albina, watched Oren-De with a Vulcan stoicism that masked her abandonment of their logic. "Interesting. He is being assimilated at a rate 23% faster than the average humanoid."
"Truly, his kind have been made to serve the Nephilim," said Margulis from his position next to her. Albina, for her part, said nothing and continued to watch Oren-De's progress with a satisfied smile. The smile only increased when a Borg implant suddenly shot through the skin over Oren-De's left forehead, sending a pale liquid that had stopped being blood some time ago splattering on the side of his face. The implant began to slowly expand outward over that side of Oren-De's upper face, including his eye. The sight brought raptured smiles to the faces of the Gnostics.
An alarm suddenly sounded throughout the chamber. Margulis raced to a nearby console and read it over.
"The
Pandora has lowered its shields! They may be beaming down an away team."
Albina smiled but didn't turn from Oren-De. "They are too late. Even if they succeed in reaching us, they will be unable to reclaim their crew."
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ve the planet in
Pandora's Transporter Bay, Talona's hands continued to fly over the console. The room was silent as Talona conducted her work until she finally looked over at War'en.
"I've got it!" she exclaimed before racing from the console and through the security team on the transporter platform to the remaining position in the rear next to Shrel.
War'en nodded with a grin. "Excellent! Energize!" The transporter attendant activated the transporter and the team disappeared in columns of blue light.
At his own console, Margulis was reporting the situation to Albina. "Transporter signal detected. I'm locking onto to the destination... and it's... here!?"
Albina finally looked up from Oren-De and glared at Margulis. "What!?"
The blue glow of transporter light from the platform at the front of the chamber grabbed her attention and she looked at it just in time to see the
Pandora's away team materialize. Shrel wasted no time barking out orders.
"Suppressing and cover fire, now!"
The security team began firing their weapons at the Gnostics, who were caught off-guard and scrambling for their own weapons. Some of them were dropped immediately while others, like Margulis, were able to hide behind cover. Talona meanwhile was scanning the room with her tricorder and crouching low to the ground. Shrel called out to her while firing.
"What's the situation?"
"The controls are on a console just to the left of us. Cover me!"
"You heard her!" Shrel called out to his team. The group moved over to the console that Margulis had vacated and continued to provide cover fire. Strangely, it was only now that the Borg drones that had accompanied Albina had begun returning fire. They had first clunked awkwardly over to cover both Albina, Oren-De, and Maggie. However, Shrel could still make out Maggie yelling at them, but her voice seemed like it was starting to go so he couldn't understand her.
"Those Borg are covering the Captain and Lieutenant Matoya. Engage, but avoid friendly fire! Alternate front and back firing rows every five rounds to keep your shields charged!" The security team complied, shifting ranks with exact precision. Talona, who had hooked her tricorder into the console and was busy working on it, had to admire the discipline Shrel seemed to have drilled into his team.
"There... he is ready to join us," cooed Albina from her spot next to Oren-De. Maggie looked over and saw that he now seemed even paler than before.
No...
Albina leaned in closer to Oren-De's slackened body and whispered to him. "Awaken."
Oren-De's body suddenly moved itself into a straight position and his uncovered eye shot open. The implant over his eye began to glow red in the area that covered his pupil. The Gnostics fawned at the gloriousness of it all, while Maggie howled in protest. Albina reached up and touched a button the side of the Oren-De's slab, which caused the restraints to retract. Oren-De slid down and landed on his feet. As he did so, Maggie saw that the back of Oren-De's hands and neck also had small implants covering them.
At this point, Shrel noticed that the Borg drones blocking his view of Oren-De were beginning to move. When he saw what they were moving away from, his jaw dropped.
"Prophets, no..."
Talona, who had never heard Shrel invoke the Bajoran deities before, looked over her shoulder and gasped at the sight of Oren-De, who could now easily be seen in an assimilated state. The surprise was exactly what Albina had been planning on and took full advantage of the opportunity. The Borg drones opened up with heavy fire, surprising the away team. Shrel grunted as his shields failed to completely shield him and let a beam pass through, charing the side of his right arm. One of Shrel's subordinates stepped in front of him and continued firing.
"Talona, hurry up! We need reinforcements!"
"On... on it. I'm on it!"
Talona went furiously back to work. One of Shrel's officers glanced at him as they continued to exchange fire.
"Sir, what do we do about the captain?"
"Standard procedure. If we can't extract an assimilated Starfleet captain..."
The security officer nodded grimly. "... yes, sir."
Oren-De looked at Albina, who simply looked back at him. Oren-De then looked at the away team. As he did, the recharge alcoves that lined the room suddenly began to dim. Each released its drone into the room. Maggie and Red looked at the sight in horror from their vantage points.
"Talona, what is your status?" asked Shrel, his voice taking on a worried tone.
"Almost... just need one more... and... there! Sending confirmation to Pandora now."
Back on Pandora, Will's voice came over the comm in the Transporter Room. "Bridge to Transporter Room! We've received an o.k. from the away team!"
"Confirmed! ENERGIZE!" War'en practically shouted at the attendant. He looked back at the team on the pad, composed of Klingons and Starfleet officers, and returned Captain Ghol's eager grin with a simple nod before the team disappeared.
The team reappeared on the pad in the Gnostics' chamber and immediately got off, firing at the Borg drones. Several Klingons rushed forward with bat'leths and engaged the drones in melee combat. Several seconds later, another team materialized on the pad, and another. Talona let out a sigh of relief as they arrived and took some of the pressure off of Shrel's team. She looked around the room and was in the process of pulling up her own antiproton rifle when her eyes landed on one of the drones that was advancing on them from the recharge alcoves. It felt like the floor dropped out from beneath her.
"Michael..."
She disconnected her tricorder from the console and looked directly at her assimilated husband. She reached into her utility belt and switched out the tricorder's connection cord for another one.
I just have to plug this in and upload the program... and then I'll have him back...
Talona took a step forward... then stopped. Her gaze found itself moving towards Oren-De. She clutched the tricorder tightly in her hands as indecision weighed heavily upon her. Finally, she let out a breath, took another, and steeled herself.
"Shrel, cover me."
"Huh? We already are. Wait, Talona! What are you-- COVER HER!"
The security team shot around Talona as she sprinted toward Oren-De. Albina saw her coming, but her limited control of her drones wasn't fast enough to get them to move back into position in time. Talona leaped forward and slammed into Oren-De, causing them both to hit the metal slab. Talona reached up and grabbed Oren-De by the hair so that she could yank his head forward. As she brought the cord up, Albina grabbed her arm and used her superior strength to force it back down. Talona struggled against her but to no avail.
"Resistance is futile," said Albina with her poisonous grin.
Shrel pointed his rifle and fired. The antiproton blast struck Albina in the side, sending her tumbling to the ground. Talona smirked and raised the cord to the implant in Oren-De's neck. "Come on, Captain," she muttered as she plugged it in and initiated the upload on her tricorder.
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ediately Oren-De began spasming against the metal slab. Talona backed away, right up into a drone that was behind her. She turned to look at it, but the drone ignored her and focused on the away team. Talona looked back at Albina, who was getting back to her feet with an angry look on her face.
"You! What have you done!?"
Talona said nothing and continued to back away, past the drone. Albina advanced, then looked at Oren-De. She became incensed and raised her wrist to try and inject more nanites into Oren-De, but was stopped when Talona raised her rifle and fired a shot at Albina, striking her in the chest. The Borg flew back onto her back and lay there motionless. The drones around Talona suddenly stopped firing and just stood there, allowing Shrel and his team to pick them off easily. As the drones fell around her, Talona looked around. Her gaze once again landed on her assimilated husband.
"Talona, get me out of here!" came Maggie's voice. Talona looked at her and nodded, but was distracted when the Michael drone suddenly began spasming and collapsed to the ground. Talona gasped as she realized that the cure she had uploaded to Oren-De was spreading.
They haven't adapted yet... maybe..."MICHAEL!" yelled Talona as she rushed forward to him. Maggie watched Talona with a shocked expression until she realized she was still restrained. "Will someone
please get me out of this thing!?"
Suddenly, a number of the Borg drones and Gnostics began vanishing in blue columns of light. Shrel looked around in surprise and saw Margulis standing on the other side of the room at a console. He flashed an angry glare at the Bajoran as he, Dr. Shion, and Albina also finally dematerialized.
Up above the planet, War'en was back in the command chair. Will's console beeping an alarm. "Sir! A ship is decloaking dead ahead!"
"FIRE! Do not let them beam anything off that planet!"
In the distance, the assimilated
USS Iowa decloaked. The
Pandora fired all weapons at it, and the
Iowa took several significant hits. However, after it made one pass by the planet, the
Iowa went to warp. War'en cursed from his vantage point on the bridge and looked at his Ops officer.
"Status report!"
"Working on it, sir. It's difficult to communicate with the away team down there, even with that bypass that was set up!"
Agonizing seconds passed the ensign spoke again, her voice relieved. "The away team reports that everyone is fine, though a number of Gnostics and Borg were able to beam out on the
Iowa. They report they have a number of assimilated that were left behind. Including..." The ensign's voice suddenly became much graver. "...the Captain, sir."
War'en's eyes widened, but he quickly regained his composure. "Teleport him to the Medical Bay immediately. Alert Commander Tabashi to begin as soon as the Captain arrives," he ordered as he stood up. Will looked over at War'en as he headed toward the turbolift. "Sir, where are you going?"
"Medical. You have the bridge, Mr. Lacera." The doors shut behind War'en, leaving the bridge in anxious silence.