Ranma of BORG
Im BAAaaack. And I've got some new tricks to try on the timelines lets see
here....move this one to the left......then zig zag.........now loop it and
uh......oops.....this is the timeline we inhabit (sweatdrop), well it cant
be that bad. Just see what happens a year from now and.....uh oh......the
Teletubies take over the world (grimace). Hmm now that's an odd outcome!
Disclaimer: I never owned any of these characters but that wont stop me
from changing theyre identities and selling them to someone else.
Bwahahahahahahaha (choke, sputter).
Thanks go out to my prereaders Jerry and Jay La Valley.
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She had a son! This thought continued to repeat over and over in Seven of
Nine's thought's. A year and a half ago she thought that unit
R1127893-098435-H had been killed in fluidic space. Though she had never
seen her son she had not stopped keeping tabs on him as he grew in the
artificial wombs, sometimes she would take over duty for that entire section
to make sure that her son got proper nutrition. Contrary to popular thought
Seven of Nine still had emotions when she was only a BORG drone, they just
operated on a instinctual level. Thus the drive to know that her son was
ok. This also resulted in her pure hatred of species 8472, oh sure she
would work with them if the captain told her so. But if given a choice she
would rather jettison herself out the nearest airlock.
"Seven"
But what is he like? Will he hate me?
Seven of Nine started to imagine that her son might look like a younger
version of her father. As to what he would be like psychologically she
couldnt begin to imagine all of the possabilities. She just hoped that her
son would not need to be killed. If that happened she did not know what she
would do. Maybe if I......
"Seven of Nine!" The face of a slightly flustered Capt. Janeway seemed to
materialize in front of Seven of Nine's face, breaking her chain of thought.
"Y..Yes captain?" Seven of Nine desperately tried to hide the blush
creeping upon her face, but to no avail as she saw the rest of the bridge
crew grinning at her. This only made her feel more embarrassed. "Sorry, I
was thinking of ways to improve the search algorithms."
"Sure you were Seven. As I was asking you a few minutes ago, are we ready
to enter fluidic space?" Capt. Janeway tries to hide her smirk. Seeing
Seven of Nine so flustered was a rare occurance, but given the circumstances
Janeway would let Seven go with only minor embarrassement. This time.
After taking a few minutes to look at the displays, and calm herself down.
"Yes captain. Anytime your ready."
Seven of Nine made a mental note to constrict her other thoughts to off duty
hours.
"Excellent" Capt. Janeway took her place in the captains chair. "Engage"
"Ten seconds before deflector array is fully charged" Harry Kim wasnt that
excited, actually he was terrified. It was probably the fact that the last
time he had met species 8472 their biological defenses had almost killed
him.
The oval shaped parabolic dish, otherwise known as the deflector array,
began storing energy to create a singularity leading to what is popularly
termed fluidic space. The reason for using the deflector array is because
its main function is to create a curved forcefield strong enough to protect
the ship from micrometeor collisions. Even with advanced alloys that can
withstand the temperatures of a sun for short intervals of time a collision
with any object be it a atom or a small pebble while traveling faster than
light could impart sufficient kinetic energy to annhilate or tear away the
outer haul. That and the fact that the deflector array is easier to
reconfigure than say the shield generaters.
"Five seconds before spatial tear." Seven of Nine checked her calculations
for the thirtieth time before clenching her fist's and forcing herself to
calm down.
Capt. Janeway pretended to study the memopad in her hands while secretly
watching Seven of Nine. Maybe she should ask some of the other bridge
officers to help Seven through this time by telling her about their
families. It couldnt hurt.
Power was shunted from warp drive to the deflector array. This would make
the singularity more stable. Also because of some quirk in the way fluidic
space formed only impulse drive worked effectively.
"Opening singularity!" Seven of Nine called out before a bright flash
caused everyone to cover their eyes.
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"Major Kira here. Hello Captain Picard, we werent expecting you here for
another 7 hours." Major Kira hoped Captain Picard picked up on her subtle
question. She just hoped it had nothing to do with the Dominion, that war
had been hell for everyone involved.
"I assure you it has nothing to the with the recent ceasation of
hostilities." Capt Picard tried to make his voice sound as relaxed and
unworried as possible. "It concerns the recent BORG activity, or should I
say lack of activity."
No it was worse, why couldnt it be something to do with the Marqui at least
then you knew where you stood. Major Kira's face drained of color she took
a couple of quick breath's to calm herself down. "Are they going to attack
us?" She tried to sound brave, not realising that she had said that in a
choked whisper.
"Not you, but we think they're up to something that could threaten the
entire Federation." Capt. Picard tried very hard to keep the anger out of
his voice as he thought over the last encounter with the BORG. "We need all
the assistance we can get."
"Youll get it." Major Kira looks thoughtful for a moment before continuing.
"In fact I believe the Klingons would want to help you. They have a score
to settle for all of their brothren being defeated dishonourably. And if
you need the Defiants help Im sure we could arrange that." Major Kira's
smile is like that of a shark.
Capt. Picarg acknowledges with his own shark-like smile before continuing.
"Thank you Major, that is most kind of you. We'll contact you again when we
get a reply from Starfleet Command."
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Meanwhile in Nerima night had fallen and Ranma began to dream again. He was
sitting in some sort of chair. He quickly looked around, noticing
everything had a decidedly organic look and feel to it. Like everything was
alive. Now that he thought about it he could feel a vibration coming
through the chair he was sitting on. Before he could jump out of the chair
restraints locked him down as a alien voice spoke in his mind telling him
they were going to be attacked. Moments later the image of a black cube
filled his vision, for some reason this terrified Ranma.
After some unknown time of watching the black cube catch up to this ship he
felt a hard tug as the ship was pulled into one of the larger cubes. After
some time he heard a dull drilling sort of sound eminating from the wall to
his left, now he saw a red rectangular outline begin to form in the wall.
It seemed that the wall was trying to resist whatever was trying to drill
through, but finally it succumb to the enemy. As Ranma saw the figures
slowly walk into the compartment he realized why the dark cube had scared
him so much.
"RESISTANCE_IS_FUTILE_YOU_WILL_BE_ASSIMALATED" The voice seemed to come
from everyone and no one at the same time since none of them moved theyre
lips. The humanoid things started moving toward Ranma.
"YIIIAAAAAHHHHHH!" The strange battle cry stunned the humanoid things as
the pilot (at least that's what Ranma thought it was) started attacking
them. She literally tore into them, ripping them appart. Ranma watched
fascinated as the humanoid things fell to the alien pilot in two's and
three's, but it didnt matter for more of the humanoid things kept coming
through the adhoc door. Too soon the pilot started to show signs of fatigue
and massive damage as the humanoid things tore into her with strange beam
weapons, even if she killed all of these the reinforcements already coming
through the new doorway might overwhelm her with weight of numbers.
Ranma couldnt do anything, he wanted to help the pilot but his fear of those
things stopped him. So he watched in horror as the humanoid things killed
the pilot, then they came for Ranma. He backed up against the wall behind
the chair but they still came, unconsciously (or so he assumed) he started
to try to fend off the things only to find that he was not in his right
body. The skin color was all wrong, and the hands were shaped differently,
in fact the coloration and the hands were just like the pilots. He fainted,
upon coming to he found himself in some sort of restraining device. There
were a few of the humanoid things all around him, they seemed to be
alternating between studying him with the protrusions on their arms and
punching the displays. Ranma tried his hardest to free himself of the
restraints to no avail, so he waited. After several hours one of the
humanoid things approached him, maybe it was time to eat. Wrong, the
humanoid figure raised his left arm and activated the buzz saw attached to
the end. Ranma blacked out as the buzz saw started to tear through his
mid-section.
"AAAAHHHH get away!" Ranma woke up from the nightmare drenched in sweat.
He almost began looking around when he noticed that someone was trying to
calm him down. "Nabiki?"
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During the walk to school Ranma wondered why Nabiki was so freindly with him
last night, freindly as in she didnt charge him. But when he saw the
commotion at school he bagen concentrating on finding the cause for the
disturbance. It only took 3 seconds.
"Hey Kuno where's your boken?"
"Silence faul sorcerer, I Tetewaki Kuno have in thy posession a weapon that
will not only defeat your dark magics but will also make you my slave."
Having said this Kuno starts displaying his gloved hand, all the while
laughing like a maniac.
The glove seemed to be made of black plastic. Their were wires running
along the thingers that terminated at the rounded protrusions above his
knuckles, then from the knuckles to other boxy projections finally ending at
some cylinder shaped containers situated 1 inch from the back of his wrist.
Some parts of the glove emmitted a strange green light that throbed like a
heartbeat. Ranma's sick realisation of what it was only fueled his fear.
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In another dimension. Vagita was mad. After Kakarout had defeated him
Vagita started intensive training at a level few Sayans ever dared try. And
just now while he was on his way to earth this...this...cube! blocks his
path. Well there was a way to take care of that.
"We are... " One voice starts to issue from the communications panel in
Vagita's capsule.
"Dead." Vagita lets loose with a ball of pure chi.
Moments later the BORG scout cube was annhilated. The BORG shield breifly
flared as it tried to adapt to the ki blast, but the charge of the blast
short circuited and in most cases fried the shield generaters. 1.75 seconds
later the ki blast tore into composite armor, circuitry and drones. 0.25
seconds after that it finally detonated one of the cube's antimatter
reserves. The BORG sheild could withstand kinetic and energy based
weaponry, but since the BORG have never faught a foe that uses ki based
weaponry they were caught off guard.
Elleven dimensions down, nine to go.
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Federation space, or more exactly the space around DS9.
Since the war between the Federation and the Dominion a large military force
has been kept at Deep Space 9 in case of any outbreaks of violence from the
Cardassions, Breen, or the remaining Dominion jimhadar forces and to curtail
any pirate activity.
Another reason for the Enterprise to be at DS9 is one of the trophies
acquired after wars end. When the crew of DS9 laid a mine field over the
wormhole entrance the Dominion forces in conjunction with Cardasia sought to
create a wormhole gate leading to the gamma quadrant. The first one was
destroyed but the second one was captured by Klingon forces before it could
be activated. This gate, according to Q, could be reprogrammed to take
whatever forces Captain Picard could muster and stop the BORG. No matter
what dimension they had to travel to.
Now all they had to do was wait for Starfleet's reply.
"Captain, I am recieveing a reply from starfleet command. It is on a secure
channel."
"Ill take it in my ready room." Several minutes later Capt. Picard is
sitting at his desk reading the message.
'Recruite anyone you need to stop the BORG. How is up to your discretion.'
At first Capt. Picard couldnt believe his eyes, they actually trusted him?
Even after he and his crew had gone back in time to stop the BORG from
assimalating pre-warp Earth there had still been resentment toward's him.
Something didnt feel right. "Alright Q what did you do to them?"
Q suddenly appears out of nowhere with what people who dont know him would
call a hurt expression. "Whatever do you mean, I thought you would be over
joyed to get a immediate reply. But if it makes you feel any better I didnt
alter their minds or anything I just appealed to their sense of security."
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Deep inside the moon, at a base whose existence has been secret for more
than 300 years. The director of section 31, James T. Kirk, smiled as he
thought of the events already in motion. His smile grew wider as he thought
of the delicious irony. Soon the BORG will be no more, or at the least they
wont harm the Federation for a great while.
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"We are in fluidic space." Seven checked her console for several moments
before continuing. "Im reading 3 organic fighter craft."
"Shields up! Open a channel to those ships."
"Channel open."
"This is the starship Voyager, we have no hostile intent toward you. We
have come to help you." Capt. Janeway tried in her best diplomatic voice,
hoping they would communicate vocally instead of telepathically. It was
unnerving.
"I said and quote me if you want to 'Dont call us well call you' what part
of that didnt you understand?" The voice sounds amused and at the same time
annoyed.
"Grounds keeper Willy?" Now this was a surprise.
"Call me Tamat for now Captain Janeway, what's the problem?"
"Some time ago before your war with the BORG a few BORG cubes came into
fluidic space and captured a organic ship is that correct?"
Tamat is silent for a time and when he replies it is with a sad voice. "Yes
that is correct, I had family on that ship."
"Im sorry. But we have come into possession of data that indicates the BORG
have found a way to add your genetic material to their children, there is
also evidence that the test subject from one of those cubes may still be
alive. But I suggest we get under way, Ill transmit the coordinates we are
to proceed to."
"For your own sake Janeway this information better be right. Ill transport
over first before we get under way." The tone of Tamat's voice is enough to
inspire thoughts of what will happen if this is for nothing.
"There may be difficulty in that, our warp drive doesnt work here."
In reply the organic ships attach themselves to the Voyager in what seems
like a random order. A few moments later the starship Voyager and its
organic escort enter a transwarp conduite.
Later everyone is assembled in the ready room. One somewhat new face is the
representative of species 8472 who has taken on the form of grounds keeper
Willy, he looks very pissed off.
"You had better have a damn good reason for this intrusion."
"I assure you Tamat this mission is very important. Seven if you please?"
Capt. Janeway directs everyone's attention to Seven of Nine.
Seven of Nine suppreses a shudder as Tamat fixes his gaze on her. "One week
ago we destroyed a BORG scout cube. One of the data nodes abaord the cube
held encrypted data that I broke 5 hours ago. The information indicates
that the BORG research group that originally penetrated your space found a
way to incorporate your genetic material into BORG infants."
"I remember that's how the war got started, unfortunately our fighter craft
arrived at the scene after the BORG had acquired their 'sample'." Tamat
frowned as he remembered another bit of information. "The smaller cube of
that group survived?"
"I disagree. If the smaller cube escaped then it could have effected
repairs within a minimum of one year, depending upon the extent of the
damage." Tuvok looked at Tamat questionally.
"The pilots of the organic fighter's reported extensive damage to the
smaller cube before it escaped. How much I really cant tell, but Im sure
that the cube lost about one fifth of its mass."
"To get back on topic, the information in that scout cube indicates that the
smaller cube was heavily damaged. It also pointed out that more than half
the crew of that cube were dead before they escaped."
"Than in all likelihood only their test subject survived." Tamat says this
as if it put a bad taste in hs mouth.
Seven of Nine tried to stop herself from hitting Tamat. "Regardless of who
survived we should check this out."
Tamat turns his head to look at Capt. Janeway. "So where do I come into all
this madness?"
"We need your help to find this test subject and protection from the BORG."
"I dont know Captain. This is very shaky ground your treading. If anyone
else gets wind of this before we find him it will be a bloodbath. I dont
think I have to remind you how much my people hate the BORG. Then imagine
how they will all act when they learn of this test subject."
"Then you wont help us?" Seven of Nine tries to hide the pain from her
voice.
"Now hold on just a second, I didnt say I wasnt going to help you. I just
said that this situation is very tricky." Tamat collect's his thoughts for
several seconds before continuing. "I'll help you, on the condition that
you let me see this test subject. Agreed?" He looks around the conference
table.
"Agreed." Capt. Janeway replies.
"Then if you'll excuse me I have to organize the forces under my command."
Without further adou Tamat disappears in a transporter beam.
"I hope you know what your getting us into?" Chakohtey asks.
"So do I." Capt. Janeway replies in her most somber voice before ending
this meeting.
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Ranma tried to run but he couldnt. Whether it was the fear of that object
or something else he didnt know, all he knew was that he couldn't move his
legs.
Some of the surviving nanoprobes that had initially infected Ranma came out
of hiding. During this time they had been hiding in Ranma's brain to evade
detection, waiting for a chance to complete theyre mission. They sensed a
BORG assimalation glove nearby. They transmitted a signal to the glove,
causing it to activate. Then they came out of hiding and paralyzed Ranma
motor control center. The timing would be very tricky, already the blood
cells nearby were beginning to attack them
Kuno lunged forward to deliver a vicious uppercut to Ranma's jaw as a small
part of his mind noted that Ranma had not tried to dodge. Then as his fist
met Ranma's jaw it happened. A surge of electricity went through Kuno,
instantly knocking him out. When he fell he knocked Ranma over. The brief
contact between them imparted sufficient charge to temporarily disable the
nanoprobes in Ranma'a motor control center.
But it was too late as the glove began to remove itself from Kuno's hand.
Ranma began to crawl away from the glove as it tried to remove itself from
Kuno's hand and at the same time head toward him.
"Stay away from me!" Still uncoordinated from having his muscles lock up
Ranma can only crawl away from the glove. All the while reliving the
experience in his first dream, this only makes him more terrified.
The glove finished removing itself from Kuno's hand and started to dart
toward Ranma.
Everyone watched the strange scene before them. Still trying to convince
themselves that they were not dreaming. It wasnt so much the glove that
moved by itself. It was Ranma actually showing fear, never had they seen
him so afraid. Never had the fear of another person made them afraid. They
began moving back, just in case the glove decided to come after them.
Ranma looked around as everyone started to move away from him and the
strange glove. He panicked and asked them to help him. Their only response
was to move away faster. Then the glove was upon him.
The glove seemed to flow around Ranma's left hand and solidify into the
glove shape. It then sprouted several wires which promptly buried
themselves in Ranma's wrist and forearm. The small cylinders that Ranma had
noticed earlier were now shrinking.
This caused Ranma to scream out in pain as he felt the inside of his left
arm catch on fire. He tried to pull the glove off but only managed to cut
his right hand on some of the pointy corners. In a fit of desperation he
pleaded with some of his fellow class mates to help him but none of them
made a move to do so. Finally he just ran, having exhausted all rational
possabilities. Then he ran into the pool.
The change, if anything. Seemed to make the pain worse as the fire which
had started in his now her left arm spread to the rest of her body. It was
like nothing Ranma had ever experienced before. Her body felt like it was
being torn up on the inside and incinerated at the same time. She cried out
more, but no one made a move to help her. Finally the welcome sensation of
unconsciousnss claimed Ranma.
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Authors Raving's: Well I hope you enjoyed reading this story. Im not going
to pretend that this story is perfect, there are spelling errors or
grammatical errors. Right now I'm not going to pay attention to those at
the moment. As always C&C Q&C and even $ are appreciated. Flames will be
sent to someone else. And
tactical nukes will be disarmed. ja ne
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