Balin Torin - Origin Story - Artemesia

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STAR TREK: Artemesia

"The origin of Balin Torin" 

A character introduction story by Daniel Ratterree


The following story is a re-write of an old character introduction I once did a long time ago for a character in one of Brian's Sim's that I never really had a chance to play, this was by far one of my most entertaining character introductions as it was something I had never done before and it helped me break out of a shell. 

This story is about a Mintaken, set in a time when the Borg are overrunning the known worlds and is how the character came to be what he is and shows his absolute hatred for the Borg.

This story is Rated a very Strong "R for Violence and sexual situations. It was done for artistic and shock value at the time and was the first time I ever included a sexual situation in any post. If your adventurous feel free to read at your own risk. I cannot promise its very good, but I hope you enjoy.  

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Part 1. 

In the Past.....


    Balin ran as fast as he could down a side street, an EMP Gun in his hand radiating heat having recently overheated from constant use. He could hear the mechanical steps of Borg Drones closing in on him, there slight trills as they used built in sensors to home in on his life sign. His people had been resisting these attackers from there very homes for several hours now. The Borg were relentless, and with an entire planet to feed their nearly unstoppable army it was a quickly losing battle. Sweat poured down Balin’s face as he ran up a flight of stairs.

    "Resistance is futile!" a Borg called as it turned the corner below, and was quickly advancing on his position followed by five other’s. "You will be assimilated!" they all called in unison as Balin neared the top of the building. He paused for a moment looking out over the vista of his small town of Prinna, he could see fires raging throughout the city, and heavy fighting among the remaining Mintaken’s desperate to stay alive and the growing Borg army.

    He could hear the Clank of metal feet on the catwalk below, a signal as to how close the enemy truly was. He moved toward the center of the rooftop steeling himself for the battle to come. Turning to meet them as they came over the ledge and out onto the roof. "Resistance is futile!" one of them repeated.

    Sensing that the end was near, he eyed them defiantly and raised the EMP cannon. "You'll never take me alive you mechanical abominations!" the hum of the EMP weapon in his hand powering up brought a grin to his face, it was no longer in overload. "Assimilate my people will you, now you will perish!" he let loose a burst of electromagnetic energy at the Borg playing the stream of energy across them as they advanced. The wave of energy enveloped them causing each to overloaded sending sparks shooting from various pieces of technology on their bodies.

    The last of them fell oddly, dropping a small device, which rolled towards him across the roof and to a stop very near him, his eyes followed the device. "9…… 8..... 7......" numbers ticked off on the device. "6.... 5...."

    Realization dawned on him but it was already too late. He did the only thing he could do, turning away he ran for the edge of the building. But before he could reach the edge, the explosion ripped through the rooftop killing anyone in the building he left behind.

    The force of the blast shot him up into the air, and out over the street. The impact against the building across the street shot white hot pain through his body, then the sudden but distant thud of the ground connecting with his body followed, he could feel the pain but only for a moment as the burns ravaged his body and the nerve endings ceased to exist. His vision was blurred and tinted in red.

    It was almost as if it were an echo, a voice called to him through the haze. "By all that’s holy, are you alright?" The face of an older man appeared above him. "I've got you. Let’s get you out of here." he said, taking him up in his arms. Balin could hear and the sound of grinding as the man lifted him and began to move, he was certain it was his bones. He couldn’t find words, and the world began to fade into darkness.

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Several Years later......... Aboard a Civilian Transport Vessel.
Part 2

    Sitting upright suddenly in his bunk, his forehead met the above bulkhead with a loud clank. "Damn it!" he said wiping the sweat from what was left of his brow. The transports appointments were worse then a military transport, but it was good to be out of that damn freezing tube he thought.

    Stasis was in his opinion as close to death as one could come, aside from his current physical condition. He had left behind his home so many years ago for a chance to avenge the death of his friends and family members all those years ago. It was a long road to recovery to say the least, "Computer, what is the time?" he asked.

    "The current time is Oh, nine hundred, twenty two hours."

    Slipping his legs over the edge of the bunk he gently dropped to the floor, his hydraulic attenuator’s cushioning his fall enough that he went un-noticed by the rest of the cabins sleeping patrons. It might as well have been a large closet that they had stuffed six bunks into, floor to ceiling with just enough room to walk down the middle. He nodded to himself as he hit the button on the side of the wall next to the door which slide open with silent ease. He slowly made his way down to the Mess hall of the small craft arriving to find it nearly vacant. He walked across the room stopping at the replicator and started scrolling through the menu.

    The lone female passenger slowly studied him from across the small room. "Your Balin Torin are you not?" she asked.

    Her words almost made him jump, he hadn’t expected it as most of these people kept to themselves. "Yes." he simply replied.

    She studied him for a long moment. "Not sleeping well?" she asked.

    He punched in his selection and watched as the hot beverage and food appear. "I had a sudden craving for a Terran delicacy and something hot to drink" he said avoiding the real and obvious answer, as he turned about holding a plate full of breakfast foods and a cup of hot tea. "Want some company?”

    "No, I just thought I would make idle conversation from across the room." she said looking back down at her reading material.

    He studied her for a long moment, realizing she was one of the ship’s crew, a Terran female. "I see. Then I shall sit here." He said dropping into a chair at an empty table, watching her for a moment before he started eating.

    "You don’t take sarcasm well do you?" she said her voice sounding much closer.

    As he slowly looked up, he did jump this time. She was now sitting across from him virtually as she had been at the other table, her food in front of her, and a Padd in hand. "Perhaps not!" he said adjusting himself on the seat.

    "Vulcan?" she asked.

    He shook his head. "No, Mintaken!" he said. "A somewhat distant cousin to the Vulcans."

    She nodded, and took a drink from her mug. "Wouldn’t have guessed. Where are you off too?" she asked still deep into reading her Padd.

    He finished a bite of food, and replied quietly. "To find Vengeance!"

    She nodded. "Strong reason as any I guess." she said. "Against who?"

    "Who do you think? I don’t think there are many mechanical races of beings trying to assimilate everyone to make them into one mind." He glanced up at her as he chewed.

    She looked up from her Padd. "You certain have picked a tough opponent. Do you always choose such interesting odds? Or are you just looking for your own death? I’m certainly not suggesting that you should run away, but why go looking?" she asked him taking a bite of a pastry.

    "Because they took my family, my friends, a large chunk of me, and just about everyone on my planet." he said. "Genocide should not go unpunished! Surly you can’t tell me you’re that naive." he said looking at her through his cybernetic eye.

    "No, not at all. I just think you go about your quest in the wrong way, but it is your quest." she said looking back to her Padd.

    He dropped his fork. "How exactly would you go about it then?" he asked her with a bit of anger filtering into his voice.

    "Join the fight instead of take it to them yourself. It’s an expensive venture to say the least, and the military typically has a lot better resources. Unless you’re going to tell me you’ve got the clout hidden somewhere on your person or on this ship and your just slumming it?"

    Nodding. "And you thought I would just fund it with the ice I scraped off my frozen coffin?" he asked her his tone starting to turn to one of annoyance.

    "Well....." she paused and looked up again. "I’m sorry, I misunderstood."

    He grinned at the young woman and continued to eat his food, he was excited at the prospect of getting to their intended destination because that is exactly what he was going to do.

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A few hours after breakfast... "Out of the frying pan and into the fire" 
Part 3

     Balin moved across the civilian transport ships docking gantry and stood for the first time on Starbase 256, cargo handling crew’s where running all about trying to quickly load the passengers that would be heading to Cardassia Prime for Cryo-sleep. He shook his head thankful he wasn’t one of them. He had a little nap in those things for a while once but never again! Even though they say he was never conscious, it sure felt to him like he was, and it sure as hell did seem like an eternity.

    "Balin Torin?" a young Bolian Ensign called out to him from one of the doors across the hanger.

    Slowly he strolled over to the blue faced alien. "Yes!"

    "I was sent to bring you to the command deck." he said. "I’m told you are to report to the station commander immediately."

Balin could sense something in the young officers voice. It was unmistakable fear. "Sure thing, but what about my things?" he asked.

    "They are being taken to your temporary living quarters, we can get you settled later this is entirely more important." he said and started down the gloomy corridor. "A situation has come up, and we are now at battle alert status."

    "Battle Alert Status?" he asked quizzically.

    "Yes, we have reason to believe a Borg vessel, possibly several are on the way here. This vessel recently destroyed the UUSS Centuries and Assimilated planet Dahlia 9. No survivors have yet been reported. One of our ships the USS Ark is investigating. Communications picked up a Borg transmissions, and likewise a transwarp signature have been detected closing on our position." the Bolian said as they stepped into a lift. "Command Deck!"

    "Great, there is no happy medium in this life. From dead boredom to extreme Chaos and action. Life doesn’t get any better than this does it." Balin said in an almost mocking tone. “At least I know I’m in the right place!”

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Aboard Starbase 256, Command Deck. 
Part 4


    Balin walked out onto the bustling command deck of Starbase 256, but he didn’t expect to hear the voice of the Borg blaring over the room’s intercom already, this was not a good sign. "We are the Borg, lower your shields and surrender yourselves too us, you will adapt to service us, we will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own, resistance is futile!"

    "My ass it’s not!" the only man standing at the master situations console at the center of the room called out. He ran a hand back through his disheveled and graying hair. "Range to target?" he called out as Balin approached him.

    One of the women on the command deck called back to him the range to the target as the station shifted slightly as the Borg vessel no doubt was locking onto the station with its shield draining beams. "Fire all weapons, modulate our shields!" he barked.

    "Balin Torin reporting as ordered."

    His deep brown eyes came up to find him standing there. "So you’re Balin.” The man looked him up and down for a moment. “Good to have you here! I want you to join Lieutenant Warren down in the Combat Transporter room on deck twenty one. He's going to be leading several strike teams over to that cube if our defenses fail. You guys will be our last hope at destroying that thing and giving Cardassia a fighting chance to get the rest of their defenses in place.” He looked away briefly and when his eyes came back to meet Balin’s he knew the look. It was a look he had seen before. “We don’t matter, they do. Do you understand?" the man asked gripping the console as the station took a glancing blow from the Borg vessel.

    "Yes sir, absolutely." he said nodding to the man. "You will have nothing less than my best!" Balin said.

    "I know you know that our very lives may depend on it. Go, and good luck." he said then dropped his attention back to the master control board, snapping his head up. "Reroute Auxiliary power to the shields, and broadcast a signal to all the fleet that we have been engaged by the Borg and our defenses won’t hold much longer." he said, and that was the last thing Balin heard as the lift doors snapped shut to eclipse the noise of the command deck.

    "Great! Another potential suicide mission." he said to himself. "Deck Twenty One!" he ordered. The lift quickly descended and a few shudders, and shimmies on the way down as the station began to take a pounding. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Borg would overpower the stations defenses.

    As the doors snapped open to deposit him on deck 20, he found that it was already a mess apparently the subject of a direct hit. He began to jog down the corridor maneuvering through the debris, emergency responders and bodies, he found the transporter room doors ajar and one of the boarding parties waiting inside all up on the Padd.

    "Alright gents, were going to be beaming in together but we will have individual objectives. My team and the majority of us will head in towards the things central plexus and attempt to destroy it. We believe this will cause the most damage and disorientation and potentially give us the upper hand. Williams team will be on demo duty, find whatever you can that looks important and place Det packs on whatever isn’t nailed down. Mr. Torin who.... " he stopped noting him in the doorway. "Will be joining us is to take his team on a search and destroy mission for the cubes weapon systems. Find it, and kill it. The more you kill the more time you buy for the station and perhaps even Cardassia." he said gesturing to the remaining weapons on the cart. "Those are yours Balin.”

    On the cart he knew the look of the Infinity Modulator that had been designed by 7 of 9 herself for the Hazard team aboard the USS Voyager quite some time ago, long before they were destroyed in one of the opening engagements of this conflict. He took no time in stripping down to his undergarments and pulling on the combat suit which was lying across the table. He did his best to ignore the few sharp intakes of breath as the members of the away team were able to see more of him and the damage done to his body, but he didn’t care. He had plenty of time to come to grips with what was done to him to allow him to survive

    He took stock of what he had to work with, a short bladed weapon strapped to his belt, a backpack full of explosives, two type two Phaser’s and his I-Mod. He was now ready to go meet these invaders. “Let’s get to it then!” he said as he took the remaining spot on the transporter pad.

    A loud explosion somewhere in the depths of the station and the sound of power failing could be heard prompting the intercom to come to life with the stations commanders voice, "This is it Mr. Warren, shields are down. Good luck to you all."

    Suddenly the tingling sensation of transport caught him off guard and the blue hue of the transporter beam caught him, he watched as the semi-familiar features of the combat transporter room disappeared and the heart wrenching features of a Borg ship appeared, and the tingling sensation faded. The sound of impacts on the Borg ships hull and the occasional shake caused them all to jump.

    "Alright, let’s get to work!" Lieutenant Warren’s voice called from just around the corner from him.

    Balin looked at his team of young officers most of which were very uneasy and were obviously more new to combat than he would like, one of them actually looked as if he was going to be ill. He recognized one as a Science officer. "You, find me the nearest active Borg weapon system and let’s get this done." he said to the man who immediately snatched out his Tricorder. The clanking metal feet of a few Borg drew the rest of his team’s attention. "Hold your fire, they shouldn’t see us as a threat just yet." he said. “But they will soon enough!” he had to resist the urge to start killing them all as he saw them, he had a mission to complete.

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Aboard the Borg Tactical Cube assaulting Starbase 256
Part 5

    The Borg drones were doing anything but ignoring them, one was heading right for one of the younger ensigns in the group. Just as it was about to grab ahold of him, one of the others in his team fired catching it in its chest dropping it to the floor. Balin looked over at the shaking man. "Good job!"

    "Thank you sir." the young man stammered.

    "Listen to me!” he said rather abruptly and loudly pulling their attention. “If you want to get out of this alive you must trust me, watch each other’s back and absolutely do not let them touch you. Anyone gets assimilated vaporize them, it’s a far better fate and you’d be doing them a favor! Let’s not give them anything more than they already have. Alright?"

    A series of confirming nods told him they understood, and the fact that most of them shook off the look of impending death was reassuring to him. Turning to the Science officer once again." Have you got it yet?" he asked

    "Yes sir. It’s that way!" he said pointing the direction the drone had come from.

    "Let’s do it!" Balin said, and started down the designated direction. He could hear weapons fire in the distance obviously one of the other teams ran into trouble. An internal explosion shook the level they were on. it wasn’t close but close enough to rattle there teeth. A Borg drone appeared followed quickly by another, both of them coming right down the narrow passage right toward the team. Balin opened fire catching one in the hip spinning it around. The young ensign following behind him caught it in the middle of the upper back causing it to fall into the Borg Drone following it, capitalizing on the off balance Borg Balin shot and caught the other Borg drone full in the face.

    The team raced on down the corridor falling into similar battles with a few Borg at a time. They arrived at their intended destination, a circular room which had three entry points. The team of six fanned out, three men covering the entrances, while the other three began setting the explosive pack. "How much time?" Balin asked.

    His explosives expert looked up briefly from one of the Det Packs. "Just another minute." he said just as an explosion on an upper level above them shook the place hard, followed by another one down one of the corridors, the explosion ripped through the ceiling casting debris and fire and smoke into the room.

    "Everyone alright?" Balin yelled, pulling himself free from one of the walls he had fallen into.

    All of them responded Ok's as the smoke cleared. "We've got company!" the female Ensign said pointing down the hall she was covering as she proceeded to open fire.

    "Aye, over here as well!" one of the other guy’s called.

    Balin took cover behind an outcropping in the wall, and began to fire over the young woman and mans heads helping to knock down the oncoming Borg drones. "Hurry up with that bomb!" he yelled. The Borg began appearing from transporter beams in the room. The other two remaining officers whom had yet to join the fight backed into walls, and began shooting down the Borg as they appeared.

    "Done! Let’s move!" he yelled over the whine of the I-Mods unloading on the Borg, he too took up his weapon and they all started down one of the corridors dropping drones as they went.

    "How much time?" Balin yelled.

    "Two minutes!" called the explosives experts voice over the drone of weapons fire.

    Just as one of the Ensigns passed him as he stopped to fire at another Borg a green burst of energy came down the corridor at the assault team catching the unfortunate man in the chest dropping him without a beat, it appeared that the Borg had begun shooting back as it appeared that they had decided that they were not going to be able to adapt to the assault teams weapons. "Damn it!" he yelled, and began shooting frantically at anything that moved ahead of them, he was now at a run, his team now of five was right behind him. Several explosions kicked off in other areas of the Borg ship, and then the one they set went off and sent the team and any of the Borg in the area sprawling to the floor. Without skipping a beat he pulled himself up off the floor "Get moving!" he yelled, grabbing his I-Mod from the floor as he rose, firing all at once catching an oncoming Borg moving towards him.

    "SIR!!!!" the woman screamed! As he spun around he could see a drone holding her against the wall, assimilation tubules in her neck filling her body with Nanoprobes. It was too late, he had lost another.

    "No!" one of the others in his team screamed and grabbed the Borg, who suddenly released her and slammed him into the opposite wall, and began assimilating him just the same before the Borg took the I-MOD shot to the side and went down.

    Pulling out his Type II Phaser which had been preset to Disrupt he aimed at the woman who was unaware of what was going on, and fired. He watched her body disappear in a shrill scream that put his teeth on edge. He turned and did the same to her counterpart. "Sorry!" he said under his breath. He surveyed his remaining team members, his demolitions expert was lying dead having fallen on a sharp object which had impaled him through the chest and the remaining Ensign was standing there staring at what had just happened shaking like a leaf, he was terrified but he stood there with his weapon in hand.

    "Orders!" he said bravely, his voice shaking much like his body.

    "Let’s be thorns!" Balin said setting a remote charge in a hidden recess next to them. He turned and started down the corridor setting charges as he went with the intent of causing as much damage as he could before getting killed or assimilated himself.

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Aboard the Borg Tactical Cube, about an hour or so later...
Part 6

    It had been just over an hour when Balin found them a suitable spot to rest. The two men were covered head to toe by lubricant, blood, and burns. They were both spent having traversed three levels of the cube blowing up whatever they came across that looked important. After the last level of destruction they opted to climb down several decks to try and throw off the Borg search parties which were desperately trying to find them.

    The Cube no longer rocked from the impact of exterior weapons fire, and the internal explosions that threatened to knocked them off their feet each time one ripped through the vessel had ceased. The only sound was that of the occasional drone of the cubes remaining weapon firing from time to time.

    After an hour of nonstop fighting they were finally able to sit in the incredibly small space tucked away in one of the bulkheads and eat some of the rations they had stored away in there backpacks. "What’s your name kid?" Balin asked the young man whose hands had yet to stop trembling.

    He seemed to be staring intently at his ration bar. "Richard!" he said quietly taking another bite from his wonderfully cardboard tasting bar of nutrients.

    "Richard!" he said softly. "How are you doing?" he asked the young man watching for an indication that he might lose his emotional footing.

    "How am I doing?" he asked looking up at Balin. "I’m terrible. I've never done this before. And.... and I think they are all dead! No one checks in, or calls over the comm channels for help! I think I saw a bunch of Starfleet officers at that last assimilation chamber we passed a few decks down. So I’m not doing well, to say the least."

    Balin nodded. "It was much like this on my world when they came. There was no stopping them then either. We tried and tried, but they were relentless."

    "No doubt!" Richards’s voice began to tremble. "What happened?"

    Balin closed his eyes, and the images that plagued his dreams rushed at him. "My planet, my home, my family and friends were all assimilated by these monsters. And they made me into the man you see today!" he said gesturing with his cybernetic arm.

Richard shook his head. "I don’t want to die Balin!" he said.

    Balin nodded. "I know. But now the fight we fight is a fight for life, and its going to be tough on this thing." he said, as he began rummaging through his backpack. "But I won’t blow smoke up your ass Richard, we probably will. But before we give our last breath they will pay for it. Dearly!"

    They sat and ate in silence for the next few moments, they had both finished at the same time. Balin checked outside of the grating which lead down the small crawl space they had shimmied down from the vertical ladder way they had traversed to get to this level. "Why don’t you get some shut eye if you can? I'll wake you in an hour or two, and then you can keep an eye on things while I try to sleep." he said.

The young man nodded, and laid back on his backpack, the I-Mod cradled across his chest. "I’ll try, but I don’t see that happening." he said, closing his eyes.

    "Were going to need as much strength as we can to finish this." Balin said, he sat there in silence and listened for trouble, waiting for it. Almost daring it to try and come down that small crawlspace. He knew the rest of the teams were dead, and most likely the space station was too. The kid was right, it seemed as if it was the end of the road.

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Aboard the Borg Tactical Cube... about three hours later.
Part 7


     When Balin woke up his whole body was shivering, partly an involuntary function of what was left of his organics. The temperature in the area had dropped considerably, he could now see his breath in the air between him and his companion Richard. Richard too was shivering in the cold, he noticed that Balin was moving and was awake now. "They shut off the heating systems in this area. I think they are trying to draw us out." he said.

    Shivering, Balin pulled himself upright all the way and began checking over his weapons. "Guess that means we had better get moving then." he stopped a moment as something dawned on him. "They aren’t firing anymore" he said.

    "Yeah, it stopped about an hour ago." Richard said also starting to check the charge on his weapons. "It’s not looking good, we need to find a power supply that we can tap into so we can charge up these I-Mod’s."

    "Agreed, I saw a power distribution node one deck up.” He grinned, “I’m glad I didn’t set a charge to It." he said gathering up his things now, shoving them into the pack. "Undoubtedly they are still searching for us, were going to have to be careful." he said.

    Richard gave him a node, and pulled the grating off that lead down the way they had yet to go as of yet. "My Tricorder says there are no Borg within fifty feet of this corridor so it seems like the best route to take."

    Balin nodded, and scooted himself into the narrow passage, he began to inch his way down the cold metal hallway. "I wonder if any of the others are still hiding out." he said. "Would make this a whole lot easier to deal with." he said as he came up to a junction. Moving out into the empty corridor, he could see that the internal lighting had been knocked out but natural light was coming in through an opening down the corridor from them. "We must be near or at the hull of the ship. I see light!" he said moving down the small corridor.

    "Yeah, my last scan before they put up a dispersion signal showed us close. But I didn’t think it was this close."

    Balin turned the corner to find a giant window open to space. Against the blackness of space he could see the Cardassian system sun shining brightly, and the remains of Starbase 256. His heart sunk, he nearly collapsed onto the floor. The station had been cut into pieces. It looked as if a cutting beam had been run the length of the station, and like a cracked egg, all the contents had spilled forth, bodies, hundreds of thousands of bodies littered space around the station, as well as debris. It made him want to break down. There attacks on the cube had been for nothing. They had failed, and all the people had died on that station, and with that all hopes of their rescue or survival.

    "My god!' Balin heard Richards’s deep exhale as he too was hit with the full realization of what they were looking at. "They... all of them... "

    Balin started to pull himself together. "Bastards. They will pay for this!" he said clenching a fist, blood squeezing out around his fingers as his nails drilled into his palm. "At least Cardassia is safe." he said.

    "How do you know that?" Richard ask him stepping up to the glass.

    "Because there is no planetary debris!"

    "But... you’re saying that all that... “The man pointed to the debris field. ”Is from the station!"

    "Yes." Balin said solemnly. "That’s all the station."

    "My god" he gasped again. "What are we going to do? Were trapped here, and everyone’s dead. How are we going to get off this thing?   What are we going to do!" he started to loose it. Tears began to form in the young officers eyes, he was shaking now uncontrollably.
    "What we aren’t going to do is give up." Balin said turning to the young man. "Snap out of it!" with the blur of a hand, he slapped the man in the face across the cheek.

    Richard straightened up ready to retaliate, but he suddenly realized what was happening. "Ok... ok.. What do we do?" he asked, clenching his teeth gripping his I-Mod in a death grip. "How do we survive this?" he asked Balin.

    Balin leaned back against the edge of the window, thinking. "We destroy as much of this thing as we can before they take us. The original plan until something else comes up." he said, taking up his own gun, he choose a corridor, and started down it. "We go after this things heart." he said. "Find the central plexus and blow it!"

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Aboard the Borg tactical Cube....
Part 8   


     The two men made there way silently through the Borg ship now not coming across much opposition. The Borg probably figured them for dead, or were just currently unconcerned about them in favor of repairs to their vessel. The ship had grown cold all over not just in the area they were in, apparently a cause of some of the damage the two of them, or their companions had done. The heat exchangers were clearly damaged.

    As they moved down a single corridor, they came into one of the Borg’s reanimation chambers, the room was two stories tall, and in the center were two flat metal tables both holding Starfleet officers, there cold body’s with the telltale signs of Rigor mortis. The smell was un-nerving. "You ok Rich?" Balin asked his companion as they stood in the doorway to the room watching as five Borg drones worked on the female and male Starfleet officers on the tables.

    "They... they... “ was all he said. Balin could hear the almost horror in his voice, he looked over at him, he was staring into the room looking at a point he couldn’t see.

    "What is it?" Balin asked him, peering around the edge of the opening. He then could see what the man was so shaken about. In a horizontal tank full of blue liquid, floated the dismembered head of Ensign Michelle Martinez, the only woman from there infiltration crew, who they had left behind for dead when she was caught in an explosion, he had vaporized her body, or so he thought. "By the gods!" Balin stammered. "They took her head, but how!" as he spoke, the tank opened, and the head was drawn forth, it slide across the room, and fell into the naked body of the female starfleet officer that was on the metal table at the center of the room. The body had been dismembered and a hookup point of sorts was added to it at the shoulder level.

    "What are they doing?" Richard gulped back as he was fighting back the urge to throw up.

    "I don’t know!" Balin said in a whisper. "I don’t know!"

    The eyes on the head came alive with an animated glaze, the body rose from the table as if a marionette had tugged its very strings. "We are one of three, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero One!" she said to one of the Borg standing by her body running a scanning probe of some kind over her. "What is the status of this vessel!" she said in a forced electronic voice.

The Borg around her all began to speak, "Moderate damage to the outer hull, weapons systems online, Life support system partial failure in heat exchanging system, minor internal damage, two known intruders on board position unknown, status unknown, repairs in progress!" they called out to her.

    "Proceed with repairs, and begin scanning for the intruders." she said, as she started to turn to move towards another part of the assimilation chamber, her naked body lined with goose bumps, as she turned to look at something she very clearly spotted the two of them at the door. "Intruders! You will be assimilated, resistance is futile!" she said, as she turned and started advancing toward them.

Richard stared at her horrified, he raised his weapon and fired, but before the high energy blast could hit her, a force field snapped and crackled to life catching the bolt in mid flight. "No!" he yelled. "Die Bitch" he began shooting wildly, shots began passing through the shield having matched modulation, this sent the Borg woman scrambling for cover, and the other drones began to close on their position.

    "Run Richard, Run!" Balin yelled, as he too opened fire on the advancing Borg, they both took off heading back the way they came, finding another corridor quickly, they began to run down it, dropping Borg drones as they ran.

    As they made there way down the corridor, they suddenly came into a room that stood at least six stories tall, they were on the middle most level, at the center of the room was the thing they had been searching for, the ships central plexus. "You set the charges, put them everywhere, we want to make sure when we pull the trigger this thing defiantly goes bye, bye." The sound of Borg feet on metal grating  caught his attention, Borg drones began to fill the corridor they had just run down.

    Richard handed Balin his I-Mod and began setting charges all over the place, to the tune of the non-stop firing of the I-Mods Balin was using against the advancing Borg. The sound of several force fields coming to life rang out in the room. Richard stopped with a horrified look on his face realizing he was trapped inside the central plexus. "Oh god. No..... Shut them down Balin, you have to shut them down!" he yelled.

    Pulling the Tricorder from his belt, he began trying to scan for the power source, but came up with too many. "I’m sorry Richard, I can’t find it, there are too many."

    "No... I don’t want to die!" he said as tears welled up in the young man’s eyes. "Balin you have to help me."

    "Richard, set the charges to blow remotely on both our signals.”

    Richard stared at him for a long moment his eyes full of tears, and dreaded fear. Knowing that his life was no longer his own. "Ok!" he said, and started to tap in frequency information into the Padd in his hand. "Balin!"

    "Yes Richard?"

    He slowly looked up. "I’m sorry." he said, the tears now falling down his cheeks unable to control them. "Please... if you see my father, tell him I....." the sound of a Borg transporter brought his attention around behind him, the heavy hand and arm of a Borg drone falling on his shoulder. "No!" Richard screamed, as he swung the PADD as hard as he could racking it across the Borg drones face, the Borg collapsed to the floor, but it was a futile attempt. Another drone grabbed him about his neck, and the snapping sensation of the Borg assimilation tubules puncturing his neck and the pain of it all.

    "No!" Balin screamed, and started shooting at the force field like mad trying to get to the young man, the advancing Borg down the hallway growing ever closer.

    Richard could feel the Borg Nanoprobes entering his body and starting the assimilation process. "I won’t be your pawn!" he whispered.     The whine of a Phaser set to its highest setting filled the room, there was a quick flash and the Borg drone and Richards’s body began to vaporize. Balin stood stunned, watching his friend disappear into a pile of ashes on the floor a few feet from him. The smile on Richards face as his body was eaten by the high energy blast was almost horrifying.

    Then the sudden sensation of falling, and the dull thud of the floor meeting him head on, a blackness slowly began to creep into Balin’s eyes, his joints wouldn't work, and nothing would work. He could feel the pin prickling sensation of a high energy burst, he had felt it before, he had been stunned in some way his cybernetics were fused up.

    "We told you, Resistance was futile!" the melodious voice of a woman filled his ears. As his body was turned over, a strange sensation filled his body, an almost attraction towards the woman who stood over him. Her naked body hovering just above him. She was beautiful he thought, but he couldn't shake the thought of why he was thinking such irrelevant things at this time he couldn’t fathom it. Slowly he drifted off into unconsciousness.

[thevidiot]

Aboard the Borg Tactical Cube, an Unknown amount of time later.
Part 9 

    The sounds of the Borg ship came back to him as a dull distant rumbling and the occasional clanking noise as he could hear Borg moving around him, though his eyes wouldn’t work he could feel that something wasn’t right, it was as if body was wasn’t there. "Have a nice nap?" the female Borg’s voice filled his ears enticing him. "You have a remarkable construction. Fascinating indeed." she said.

    "What do you want with me?" he asked, "Assimilate me and get it over with!"

    "Ah, if it were only that simple sometimes." she said, he could feel her hands run down his chest as if a rippling effect of sensations running across his body. "Your unique construction intrigues us, so we wish to study your body and its designs before proceeding with the inevitable." she said.

    He could feel her cold breath close to his face. "I’m glad I could be fascinating to you. Though you might not want to release me!" he said, as he shifted trying to move away from her cold breath which played over his neck, and slowly over his chest.

    "As we have said before, resistance is futile."

    His eyes suddenly came to life, as if suddenly reattached, as they came into focus, he could see she was standing nearby, but not as close as he would have liked, as the cold breath was just that of another Borg drone, a male of all things, connecting and disconnecting various diagnostic equipment to parts of his cybernetics. "Because, I’m thinking you will regret it!" he said.

    "Ah, I don’t suppose your referring to the explosives you planted at our central plexus." she asked, an eyebrow rising. She was now dressed in black leather form fitting body suit. "You have no detonator, so they are of little consequences to us." she said.

    "Ah, but you do forget I am Cybernetic, how do you know I don’t have a detonator hidden in my pants somewhere?" he asked his lips curling up in a smile. "Would be rather devastating don’t you think?" with a simple command pathway execution, he could see his Tricorder across the room on a table, come to life, as it began to play its emergency transmission, something he had pre-recorded into it, in order to let any nearby starships that he had a way to disable the Borg’s ability to respond as a collective.

    She looked at him quizzically. "Nice way to try and... what’s the word... Cliff? No. Bluff yes. Bluff your way out of this situation. We are not as incompetent as you might like to think." she said. "We will continue this conversation later." she said, and with the flick of her wrist everything again went dark, and his hearing slowly faded out into the void of nothingness as he once again fell into unconsciousness.

[thevidiot]

This is a warning, the following post contain material not suitable for children, and anyone who might find sexual situations offensive. I encourage you to stop reading at this point and skip the following post.


Please forgive me if it is not that great, it was my one and only attempt at this sort of thing. And even in re-write I'm not sure if it sounds right, but how does one fully express such things? LOL

[thevidiot]

Location: Mintaka III, Borg Tactical Cube
Part 10

    The soft scent of perfume spilled into Balin’s senses, but only for a moment. He couldn’t see, it was as if everything was still blurry from having just woken up, his eyes did not seem to want to come into focus. Slowly things began to take shape, sounds began to flood into his ears, more specifically the sound of a fire burning and the smell of it began filling his nose. His vision began to become clear, it was his home, more to the point it was his living room back on Mintaka III.

    It was like a dream come true, as if the last few years never came to pass. But something was odd about this, and he knew it, couldn’t place it, but he couldn’t help but be wrapped up in it. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting jogging shorts, and a tank top standing in front of the fire holding two flutes of saurian brandy.

    A pair of hands slowly snaked there way up behind him running from the small of his back and around his waist. The warmth of a body pressed up against his back feeling very familiar. "One of those for me sweetheart!" the familiar and melodious voice of his wife, of which he had heard a million times before but not like this time, it was as if he had not heard it in a long time, it called to him with a playful bite at his ear.

    "Of course, the question is what are you going to do to earn it!" he said playfully, slowly turning around.

The flames from the fire were the dominating lighting in the dark room, casting shadows of seduction across his wife’s scantly clad body. The thin cloth she wore betrayed her naked body by hiding it not, he knew her intentions well before seeing her. Her hands snaked up around his neck as she pulled him in close to her kissing at the nape of his neck, working her way up to his ear. Her voice came low to him. "That was just the beginning." she ran her hands down the front of his chest, down to his already swelling pants, caressing the swollen area sending a shiver through Balin’s body. Her hands carried the sensation up his chest raising goose bumps as they went.

    Balin leaned in, kissing her deeply on the lips, they felt oddly cold to him but familiar, slowly tracing a trail of small pecking kisses over her check, and down her neck, they fell lightly on her exposed breasts. He could sense her body yearning for him, she jumped as he nipped at her swollen hard nipple.

    Her hands gathered about his chin and she pulled his face up to hers, kissing him deeply pushing him forcefully back onto the fur covered couch. "No Brandy then?" He said with a grin, as she straddled him hard on the couch.

    She gently and swiftly plucked the two glasses from his hands, and threw one to the fire, the shattered class causing the fire to spark a bit, and sending a new sweet smell wafting into the room. She drank the other and likewise tossed the glass toward the fire without a care. "What do you think!" her hands expertly guiding his penis from beneath his clothing, she moved forward and mounted him in a quick motion not giving him a chance to think about it. Instinct beginning to take over, his hands moved to her thighs, and her ass, caressing her body as he relieved her of what little she wore.

    She bit at his nipples beneath his tank top, pulling aside the cloth she latched onto it sending a shooting sensation through his body again, the rise and fall of her body against his starting to become a slow but methodical rhythm. There breathing began to become more labored, and steady as she began picking up the pace, Balin moved his hands over her body caressing every inch, and every part of her body as she moved with him, they started to become one in rhythm, the pace began to get faster and faster with every breath, and every beat. His hands falling to her hips now as he helped steady her as they continued, knowing the climactic end was nearing. He could feel his body beginning to tense, and he could feel hers, and see the pleasure on her face, the world exploded around him, snapped, frizzled, his body lite up on fire, but not from orgasm, from temperament.

    The living room he knew was gone, and was replaced by the familiar walls of his Borg captures torcher chamber, and that of the Borg female on top of him, rising and falling. He could feel the extreme sensation of orgasm coursing through his body leaving him helpless to stop her from doing her evil to him.

    He could feel his anger rising but hormones and lust were overriding his judgment, he had no control as he was still secured down to the exam table they had him on previously. No other Borg were present it was just the two of them locked in a sexual battle, the fire in his body began to fade, and she fell from him to the floor her body still tensed.

    There was a long silence, and Balin knew his body was drained, in more ways then one. He laid there his natural body dripping with sweat, and his cybernetic body still in a detached state and uncontrollable. He licked his lips which felt dry and chapped. "Why!" he stammered.

    The Borg woman was still laying on the floor, curled in a ball. "A test!" she said coldly.

    "You.... you will die for this!" he spat.

    She collected herself, "And this test isn’t over." she said as she crawled towards him, pulling herself up by the metal bed. Her fingers tracing a line between the cybernetics on his head and chest. She grinned and disappeared from sight, as he was hit by another sensation which overwhelmed him, he couldn’t see where she was, but knew that she wasn’t through with him. What strings was she pulling now, he drifted off into unconsciousness

[thevidiot]

The Borg Tactical Cube, some time later... 
Part 11

    The room was darker then usual when Balin started to come too, most of the machines in the room were off and Four Borg stood around him as if standing guard. Something felt different, something about his cybernetics wasn’t right, beyond the fact that most of them had been disabled. He didn’t have that usual detached feeling from his limbs, as a matter of fact they felt rather good. He couldn’t reach his diagnostic pad on his left arm but he knew the results would tell him he that he had control back, but something wasn’t right about his cybernetic implants. His entire right arm was encased in some sort of metal box which a very low subsonic hum was coming from it, almost like a replicator in constant function.

    "Ah, Awake finally!" a voice echoed through the room. The lights slowly came up, and the four Borg drones came alive, two of them departing as if on cue, the other two turning to him and starting to work on the box around his right arm.

    He felt a chill go through his body at the sound of her voice, he wanted nothing more in the world than too kill that woman. She had violated his past, his body, and not to mention killed thousands, including his friends and family. He just stared out at the green hue of a Borg console across the room.

    "Ah, you feel that you've been hurt do you?" she said softly, her visage coming into view standing between him and the console. "I don’t blame you. You are very resistant to our forms of assimilation, but we are making progress." she said gesturing to his right arm. "We don’t have to start with your organics, as that is the easiest part, it’s the cybernetics, and the coding that runs them that we must conquer."

    Looking at his right arm, it wasn’t the cybernetic hand and forearm that it used to be. It looked more normal than his original but he could tell it was made of a metal he couldn’t identify, it was even tinted to color of his flesh and was nearly perfect. "What have you done to me!" he said looking up at her, pure hatred in his eyes.

    She started slowly walking towards him, in any other situation it might have been seductive, but as he couldn’t get past the hatred pouring through him it didn’t affect him on any emotional level but perhaps to stoke the fire more. "We have improved upon you!" she gestured with her hand.

    He felt a twinge of realization as something had changed about his body, it was his arm. He flexed the hand which responded with feeling, it was astonishing to feel it again and not the way a processor conveyed the signals to his brain.

    "Think of a tool!" she said, "Think of it,” she paused a moment. “A tool you want to use, that you use regularly. That you need right now!" she said.

    "What?" he looked from his arm to her.

    "It’s that simple, just think about it, and the fact that you want to use it!" she said.

    He looked back down at his arm again thinking of a spanner, and how he wanted to use a it to hit her over the head with until her brains spilled out onto the decking. He felt a tingle on his forearm, and an appendage started to come forth from under the skin out of a compartment, and it was a spanner. It adjusted its open end several times as if sizing up a bolt.

    He looked up at her blinking and thinking that it should be backwards. It responded by developing a swivel and began to swivel only to be stopped by the metal clamp restraints holding him down.

    "You did that easier then I expected." she said now standing just in front of him.

    The spanner disappeared and a small version of a human hand appeared, giving the woman the bird. "To show my thanks!" he said.

    "How imperfect of you. You have yet to be joined to the collective, once you are you will understand all we are trying to accomplish." she said turning to walk away.

    Just as she turned away a Plasma cutting torch began to form from the space in his forearm. As it snapped to life emitting a near foot long stream of extremely hot gasses the Borg woman stopped her progress crossing the room, the plasma torch swiveled slicing through the metal brace holding him down with ease. As the Borg woman began to turn, he cut the other holding restraint holding his other arm catching himself across the bicep burning the flesh, it was a small price to pay.

    "NO!" she yelled.

    He quickly did away with his lower restraints they fell away with a clatter to the floor.

    "Stop him!" she yelled to the Borg drones standing nearby.

    As the two Borg approached him, the plasma torches fire died, and a foot long spike popped free of his palm, his hand falling naturally around it.

    The two advancing Borg raised there hands in a guard position as they approached, "Resistance is futile" they both spoke at the same time.

    "Resist this!" Balin yelled, before the nearest Borg could raise its hands further in defense he plunged the foot long spike into the Borg’s throat. Blue green blood emanated from its mouth and around the now open wound.

    The other Borg’s heavy arm landed crossed Balin’s chest, sending him back freeing the Borg drone from the spike, and releasing it to its fate. Balin took four or five steps backwards to get his feet under him, by then the other drone was upon him, grabbing for his neck. Balin knew it was trying to subdue him with Borg Nanoprobes for proper assimilation when Balin caught him with his free arm, the other one rammed the foot long spike into the Borg’s gut impaling him. The Borg still fought with him apparently only partially effected by the wound, however the plasma torch that was still attached to his arm coming to life signaled the end of the Borg melting through the Borg’s fleshy hip.

The Borg female stood nearby watching. "You don’t know the life your denying yourself.” She paused holding her hands up as if signaling him to wait, or stop. “A life of perfection." she said.

    Balin pulled himself free of the now dispatched Borg drone, his naked body sweating, steaming in the still cold environment. "I would rather die then live a perfect life!" he said starting to walk towards her slowly.

She held out a hand, "You can kill me, but you won’t harm the collective by doing so. So your act of vengeance will have no effect upon this collective." she said.

    He stopped a few feet in front of her both of his previously used weapons disappearing allowing his hand and forearm to return to normal. "No? What about real satisfaction, something you have no concept of!" he lashed out with a punch that send the Borg woman staggering backwards across the deck. She found purchase with the floor but only for a moment as she started to stand back up to defend herself she caught a powerful roundhouse kick to the chest sending her sprawling back to the floor.

    She scrambled to get her footing but went sprawling back to the floor from another heavy blow. HIs foot landed square on her chest slamming her back down hard, a knee as he came down on top of her as he knelt on her chest. He grabbed her hair, and unleashed a fury of blows, punch after punch almost in a primal rage. Punching her several more times letting out a bellowing scream at the top of his lungs, he slammed her head back against the deck plating.     His fist was covered in mix of red, blue and green blood.

    Backing away from the still body of the Borg woman, he dropped to the floor next to the examination table, all he could do was cry, a deep sobbing cry.

    "You still don’t understand do you!" the woman’s voice echoed through the room displaced from the body. "We are more than just the sum of our parts." she said.

    His lips curled into a snarl, "Not for long!" he said. Slowly got to his feet, and dropped down looking into the eyes of the woman Borg who he hated so much. "At least not for this body!" he said, a quick turn of her neck and the right pressure sent the sound of bones breaking in the things neck echoing through the room. He knew she wasn’t entirely gone but made him feel better. Taking a calming breath he looked around the room trying to find his cloths, they were no were in sight. It was going to be very cold for a while, he would only hope he was up to it.

    Moving away from the room as fast as he could he knew where he was trying to get too? A transmitter! Climbing up a few levels unmolested and was able to find one rather easy, accessing it was likewise easy. He figured the Borg were probably confused with the recent loss of their leader, and repairs to the ship. Or at last he hoped they were more concerned with repairs than him as he really wasn’t much of a threat in his current state.

    He quickly called up a federation comm frequency, and activated it. "Anyone! This is Balin Torin aboard a Borg Tactical Cube near Cardassia Prime. The station and ships here have been destroyed, not sure as too the status of the planet. I am in a position to disable this cube, if anyone is in range this Borg tactical cube is ripe for the pickings and I could use a ride myself! Anyone out there?" He put the message on repeat, and slumped back against a wall, and waited.

[thevidiot]

Aboard the Borg Tactical Cube. In hiding... 
Part 12

    The cold was eating at him constantly, tearing at his very being. His stomach reminded him that on top of being exhausted he had not eaten in who knows how long. This certainly wasn’t making for a good week for him. First that boring trip on the transport, then getting thrown into this. To top off this crap sandwich throw in what the bitch Borg did to him, violating him to his very core. It wasn’t enough that they intended on taking his body but they had to violate his mind too.

    Balin curled up on the floor of the Transmitter room, pushing himself under an outcropping where he could feel some warmth from power conduits or some other device. It didn’t help much, but the cold was getting worse and it would appear that the Borg were either doing it to conserve power, or they still had yet to replace the heat exchangers in this section of the Borg cube. His thoughts drifted to the explosive devices back at the Borg central plexus, and he so desperately want to set them off, but he knew that he had to bide his time for help to arrive.

    His eyes popped open to the sound of metal feet clanking away on the metal floor as a few Borg drones walked into the room. He could see there feet and legs from his position under the console, they paced the room several times looking around checking things, most likely looking for him. Perhaps he wasn’t such a big priority or they probably would have found him by now. He waited, and watched them and felt more tired as he lay there in the cold. Something in the back of his mind told him that his internal batteries were running low, and having trouble getting the charge up.

    "This new arm must use more power then normal!" he thought to himself as he lay there, “No wonder I feel drained it probably costs me dearly in energy. I'll have to find a way to extend my power supply or lower the amount of power this thing uses. Or limit myself to its use.” He shook his head lost in his own thoughts, only briefly coming back to the Borg in the room when one of them stood very near to him.

    "Well if they are going to find me they will find me." he thought to himself, he let his eyes close slowly and he drifted off to sleep, the cold didn’t help matters much but he was so exhausted it didn’t take much to get him there perhaps this time he wouldn’t wake back up.

[thevidiot]

Aboard the Borg Tactical Cube.... The End.
Part 13 - Lucky 13?


    Balin watched as for the third time in an hour yet another of the Borg Drones walked through the area searching for something. He knew that some time before he woke up the ship became more active, the gentile distant vibration that was now a very close one and was more teeth rattling then anything.

    The ship had to be moving.

    The feet out ahead of him disappeared once again leaving him in the near silence of the Transmitter room. Slowly crawling out of the small space he stretched allowing his body to uncurl from itself, he found the cold intense on his flesh, his skin prickling up all over.

    The lights blinked on the Transmitter, but there was no sign of an acknowledgement to his message, which was now gone. Wiped clean of the Borg transmitter. Dropping his hands to the ice cold console he started to try and access the transmitter again.

    An alarm started to go off, as a security subroutine became active. "Damn it!" he yelled snapping off the small panel’s cover. Balin began to play through the bundles of optical cabling in the console, finding what he was certain was the only active one. Grabbing ahold tightly he freed it from the system with a quick yank. This caused the rest of the bundling to come alive, as well as the Comm unit itself. He began to shake again from fatigue and cold. He started to realign the transmitter, and make it ready for another comm signal to be sent out or received.


[Meanwhile, back on the USS Ark, inside Priests Gorn Police Cruiser}



    Priest walks toward the bridge which was now buzzing with activity. “Make your self comfortable Sir I will be right back with you.” looking down at the a screen full of Gorn writing.

    "Anyone! This is Balin Torin aboard a Borg Tactical Cube near Cardassia Prime. The station and ships here have been destroyed, not sure as too the status of the planet. I am in a position of being able to disable this cube, if anyone is in range this Borg tactical cube is ripe for the pickings, and I could use a ride myself! Anyone out there?" the message abruptly cuts off after that.

    “Well now that name sounds familiar.” Priest said speaking in his native Gorn tongue. “Computer run a search for Balin Torin….”

    Seconds later the computer beeps with the responses. “Ah so you were a Merc…. Shame to let some one who survived that mess go to waist.” Speaking in Gorn again “Computer open an all frequencies, general channel usual bouncing please.” a beep indicating for him to go ahead.

    “BT this is the man who can save your soul on Sundays, I’m on a strait and narrow, with hopes and dreams. Were going to the Line of blood! Care to come back to our hopes and dreams?” closing the channel.



[Back Aboard the Borg Tactical Cube]


    A Red light began to flash on the Transmitter console, Balin knew that signal even if it was in Borg it meant that something was happening with the transmitter. Suddenly as if on cue, over a billion loud speakers throughout the ship, a reptilian voice blared out. “BT this is the man who can save your soul on Sundays, I’m on a strait and narrow, with hopes and dreams. We’re going to the Line of blood! Care to come back to our hopes and dreams?”

    The voice rang through his mind like a hammer to a bell. "Priest?"



[USS Ark, Priests Gorn Police Cruiser]



    "Priest?" Balin’s distorted voice filtered in over the police cruisers comm system, it sounded weak, but almost excited. "I thought you were dead?"

    "Nope just a Vagrant these days, so care to come to my party?"

    "Any party is better than this popsicle stand! I would love to blow it! “

    "Good see you in 2 beers, the door will be open so just invite yourself in"

    "Two beers might be more then enough, can you make it less?" a loud humming noise and vibration can be heard in the background.

    "Will do"

    As if a freight train were coming right out of the comm channel a commotion so loud it almost overwhelms the speakers on the Police cruisers. "HOLY SHI......." explosions and flying debris can be heard, then the comm signal dies, and the speakers shut off with an audible pop.

    A smile forms on Priests facial features as he can only imagine what a battle must be ensuing aboard the Borg cube as his friend has probably just been found.

[thevidiot]

    This was fun to go back and revisit. It was a fun spot of writing that got great shock value back in the day. I'm glad I wrote it and perhaps will have something again like it one day. LOL 

I hope you enjoyed this revision if you've not read it and decided it was worth the time.