The First Battle with the Borg

[Kirok]

The Queen grabbed the bag from the free Borg.  She could defeat the humanoid like he was a bug.  However, the issue was the "gift".  As opened the bag and noticed a "Torpedo" and then it hit her.  She was the one trapped right now.

She was disconnected from the Borg there was no way she could warm, make preparation.

She yelled "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Her priority now was to try and get back in the collective to give the collective the information needed.  Her only hope of survival was to connect to them.   For the first time, there was panic in her eyes and she was overwhelmed. She tried to go to the nearest console in an attempt to warm the Cube

[Throne Room]

While the Queen's back to him, EQ took advantage of the situation.  He walked up behind her and reached around and grabbed the left upper and right lower strapped of the backpack.  He pulled them back and clipped them together around a pipe on the vinculum - attempting to pull the Queen away from the console in the process.

[Kinley Garrison]

James remained standing as he dropped the bag.  The Bag Contained the explosive bomb needed.  He heard her and there was some relief. "C'mon, let's go"  James said

He wanted to move.  It's seem that he was slowly regaining.  "You need to keep fighting it"  he tried to grab her and walk her out of the Throne room.

He smiled and said "Nice Techno look"  he attempted to make a joke.

[Cube]

She grinned slightly at the joke the captain had made before another wave of voices nearly overwhelmed her.
Assimilate. Destroy.
Fighting to regain control, she forced herself to disregard the voices.
Judging by the Queen's response at what was in the bag EQ had left, there was likely a bomb or something else unpleasant in there.
"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get outta here."  She said, still trying to stem the onslaught of information flowing into her mind.

[T'Ra Jones]

[Bridge]

Ian had just felt the vibration of the deck plates change pitch that let him know that the Valour was now warp capable again, when an odd voice spoke his name causing him to start and cant his head as he half recognized the voice, but didn't quite at the same time.

"I dinnae know who this is, but ya have got about ten minutes ta evacuate or it will be too late."

Ian then nodded to the Admiral and accelerated the ship to maximum speed, which was currently warp 9.2.

"At our current rate of overtake Sir, we will catch the Cube in twelve minutes."

[Bridge]

T'Ra simply nodded, appreciative of the more precise figure. But ten minutes was just as good a time frame as any. She certainly had no intention of remaining on the ship even to minute eleven if she could avoid it. But there was only so much she could control about the situation, for the universe did not take commands from a redshirt.

She monitored the constant outflow of crew as they abandoned ship, calculating that the last of them would be gone with three minutes to spare, leaving just those of them present on the bridge still offering up their last prayers in hopes of survival. "How far would you trust the autopilot of this ship?" she asked Galloway. "Or at what point would you consider the momentum enough to complete the task?"

[Ian Galloway]

[Bridge]

T'Ra simply nodded, appreciative of the more precise figure. But ten minutes was just as good a time frame as any. She certainly had no intention of remaining on the ship even to minute eleven if she could avoid it. But there was only so much she could control about the situation, for the universe did not take commands from a redshirt.

She monitored the constant outflow of crew as they abandoned ship, calculating that the last of them would be gone with three minutes to spare, leaving just those of them present on the bridge still offering up their last prayers in hopes of survival. "How far would you trust the autopilot of this ship?" she asked Galloway. "Or at what point would you consider the momentum enough to complete the task?"

[Bridge]

Once the Valour was at warp, Ian began programming the launch sequence for the shuttle McNair, when he was finished, he nodded with satisfaction and turned to face the Admiral.

"Sir, I do not trust autopilot ta do what must be done in the slightest fer the sort of delicate maneuvers I envision. Once we have caught up, we will need ta use the main deflector dish ta send out a concentrated burst of anti-protons. It will nae do any damage, but it will force them out of warp, when that happens, I plan ta drop us out suicidally close ta them, just 40,000 kilometers, far too close fer them ta have time ta react. At that point, I will ballistically launch the powered down shuttle McNair. Once the shuttle is in place, we activate the self-destruct sequence with no but a one minute delay. I will drive the Valour into that crater we made so that they cannot fire on us or bring tractor ta bear. Then I will tractor the Cube innards ta hold us in place while we beam ta the shuttle. As soon as we're aboard the McNair, we'll go ta warp and let the Boogits try and survive that much anti-matter detonatin' inside their gizzard. The explosion will be more'n enough ta core out that Cube and bring the mission ta a most satisfactory conclusion."

[Dylan Torngate]

[Cube]

She grinned slightly at the joke the captain had made before another wave of voices nearly overwhelmed her.
Assimilate. Destroy.
Fighting to regain control, she forced herself to disregard the voices.
Judging by the Queen's response at what was in the bag EQ had left, there was likely a bomb or something else unpleasant in there.
"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get outta here."  She said, still trying to stem the onslaught of information flowing into her mind.

[Lab]

Alex's brain switched as a new sensory input on the Borg network was connected. He clenched his fists momentarily, as if bracing, thinking that the Collective was attempting to reconnect him and recontrol him. He relaxed when no such attack came. He detected... an anomaly. Another oddity like himself, both foreign and familiar to the Borg. He sent out a series of coded queries to the entity, sending standard starfleet codes that, at least in his day, were used to identify a friendly entity. Who knew if the codes had sense changed, but they would be very hard to decipher if it was not familiar. Now he could only wait and see, the computers working in him to isolate the anomaly.

[Kinley Garrison]

[Lab]

Alex's brain switched as a new sensory input on the Borg network was connected. He clenched his fists momentarily, as if bracing, thinking that the Collective was attempting to reconnect him and recontrol him. He relaxed when no such attack came. He detected... an anomaly. Another oddity like himself, both foreign and familiar to the Borg. He sent out a series of coded queries to the entity, sending standard starfleet codes that, at least in his day, were used to identify a friendly entity. Who knew if the codes had sense changed, but they would be very hard to decipher if it was not familiar. Now he could only wait and see, the computers working in him to isolate the anomaly.

[Cube]
Trying to not listen to millions of voices all at once was near to overwhelming to Kinley. It was like trying to stop a waterfall. But for a second, she heard a voice out of the collective that seemed... different. Straining to filter it out with her implants, she caught the sound of... were those Starfleet codes? They didn't sound like anything she had really learned of in the academy, but there was something familiar about it. Repeating back the codes in response, she hoped that whoever sent this understood her.

[Dylan Torngate]

[Cube]
Trying to not listen to millions of voices all at once was near to overwhelming to Kinley. It was like trying to stop a waterfall. But for a second, she heard a voice out of the collective that seemed... different. Straining to filter it out with her implants, she caught the sound of... were those Starfleet codes? They didn't sound like anything she had really learned of in the academy, but there was something familiar about it. Repeating back the codes in response, she hoped that whoever sent this understood her.

[Cube]

Alex frowned inwardly as he got the coded message in return- and not the proper response. Either his hunch was right, or he'd just met a repeating malfunctioning node. He tried something else, in plain text, coded with a simple alphanumeric cypher that could be broken in moments.

57137, the message read. That would be interpreted, if the receiving node was indeed what he thought, as the prefix code of the Valour. That code was only known by people on the ship, and even if the Borg had assimilated it, they had no way to exploit it without any other info. Regardless, after that he sent another query, this one more blunt.

Fortune Favors...

If the correct response was given, he'd begin talking more clearly, but for now he had to be sure.

[Kinley Garrison]

[Cube]

Alex frowned inwardly as he got the coded message in return- and not the proper response. Either his hunch was right, or he'd just met a repeating malfunctioning node. He tried something else, in plain text, coded with a simple alphanumeric cypher that could be broken in moments.

57137, the message read. That would be interpreted, if the receiving node was indeed what he thought, as the prefix code of the Valour. That code was only known by people on the ship, and even if the Borg had assimilated it, they had no way to exploit it without any other info. Regardless, after that he sent another query, this one more blunt.

Fortune Favors...

If the correct response was given, he'd begin talking more clearly, but for now he had to be sure.

[Cube]
Another message from this mysterious source: 57137.   She recognized the number. Whoever this mysterious person was, they came from the Valor!  She picked up another message from this crew mate of hers. It was a test.
"Fortune favors..."
Smiling, she responded;   "The bold.."
It was getting tough to focus on this one conversation, but she had to try and keep this link active.

[Dylan Torngate]

[Cube]
Another message from this mysterious source: 57137.   She recognized the number. Whoever this mysterious person was, they came from the Valor!  She picked up another message from this crew mate of hers. It was a test.
"Fortune favors..."
Smiling, she responded;   "The bold.."
It was getting tough to focus on this one conversation, but she had to try and keep this link active.

[Lab]

As both challenges were met with the proper responses, he relaxed considerably. His little IFF tests told him enough, and that was good. "Who is this, that has stumbled into the honeypot?" he asked, not identifying himself, lest this was still a trap. He could not tell that this was the previous One, nor would he know either way.

The conversation would be displayed by T'Prina. Everything he was and thought was filtered through there- privacy was a thing of the past. "And from your location, you are in the place that is about to be destroyed."

[Kinley Garrison]

[Lab]

As both challenges were met with the proper responses, he relaxed considerably. His little IFF tests told him enough, and that was good. "Who is this, that has stumbled into the honeypot?" he asked, not identifying himself, lest this was still a trap. He could not tell that this was the previous One, nor would he know either way.

The conversation would be displayed by T'Prina. Everything he was and thought was filtered through there- privacy was a thing of the past. "And from your location, you are in the place that is about to be destroyed."

[Cube]
The background noise of the Borg  were getting louder, but she was getting better at filtering through the constant noise. Using her influence with the Collective, she attempted to block the conversation by diverting the Collective's attention, but among the Borg, privacy was next to nonexistent.    "It's me, Garrison. Well, at least mostly. I'm still trying to pick up the pieces."  She wanted to ask  her mysterious "pen pal's" name, but for now, didn't. The new information that came to her was rather alarming. "That doesn't sound good. How long do you think we have? "
Turning to Captain Hawke, she said with a note of urgency. " "Captain, we need to get out of this cube NOW. ""

[Dylan Torngate]

[Cube]
The background noise of the Borg  were getting louder, but she was getting better at filtering through the constant noise. Using her influence with the Collective, she attempted to block the conversation by diverting the Collective's attention, but among the Borg, privacy was next to nonexistent.    "It's me, Garrison. Well, at least mostly. I'm still trying to pick up the pieces."  She wanted to ask  her mysterious "pen pal's" name, but for now, didn't. The new information that came to her was rather alarming. "That doesn't sound good. How long do you think we have? "
Turning to Captain Hawke, she said with a note of urgency. " "Captain, we need to get out of this cube NOW. ""

[Lab]

"Garrison. So they got you too." he said. He didn't identify himself but a few aspects could give a hint as to who he was. First off he was obviously someone familiar with the Valour, and someone who had been assimilated. That narrowed down the group a bit, but not enough. Secondly, he'd used an unfamiliar starfleet code, so that also limited the group to people before her time or well after it.

"I can't be sure, but let's say that it's a... bold plan." he said, invoking the motto of the Valour. Hopefully she'd pick up on the message. The Valour is about to ram you, the message was. He couldn't risk saying it straightaway, lest the Collective picked up on that. Alex continued to download information on the Borg, if nothing else then he achieved solace himself, before he went up in a fiery explosion of Borg and Photons. "How much damage do you think antimatter will do to a cube?"

[Kirok]

[Cube]
The background noise of the Borg  were getting louder, but she was getting better at filtering through the constant noise. Using her influence with the Collective, she attempted to block the conversation by diverting the Collective's attention, but among the Borg, privacy was next to nonexistent.    "It's me, Garrison. Well, at least mostly. I'm still trying to pick up the pieces."  She wanted to ask  her mysterious "pen pal's" name, but for now, didn't. The new information that came to her was rather alarming. "That doesn't sound good. How long do you think we have? "
Turning to Captain Hawke, she said with a note of urgency. " "Captain, we need to get out of this cube NOW. ""

[Throne Room]

"I agree, Captain Hawke" EQ said.  "And tell the rest of our group to evacuate as well.  These bombs will go off soon" he added.

[Jettis Jyur]

(Corridor)

Leo hurriedly placed the torpedoes where they needed to be. He turned down another corridor. When he saw the menace approaching.

"Oi, you lug," he cried out, "I, too, am a large, semi-muscular man."

He turned to call for Jettis.

"Hey, Jettis, don't fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character. I'm gonna need your help over here."

With that, he pulled out his phaser rifle and postured to fire.

OOC note: This takes place before the disconnect of the Queen.

The Death of Borg saw the feeble human with a phaser.  With little thought he began charging at the human.  Using his claws he tried to impale the human near his stomach.

The creature move with almost lighting fast speed.  It was enhanced with more speed and strength than a regular gorn.  The corridor was simple.  He could see that they were attempting to do something, but he did not care.  The Borg and the Queen's plans were flawless.

"You...weak....you are like parasites...need to terminate your life"  The Borg Gorn said

[Corridor, before the Queen is disconnected]

Jettis was mildly awed by the inside of the Borg cube. It was so... cold. It send shivers through him. It was barren, lifeless, because that's exactly what it was. People didn't live inside the ship - machines operated inside the ship. There was no personal touch, no decorations, just cold, clear efficiency. The Borg had no need for comfort.

Pulling himself from his thoughts, he focused fully on the task at hand, even though he had been running on autopilot before, quickening his step through the Corridor. He wasn't interested in being here any longer than necessary.

He was B-lining it for the nearest spot where they were supposed to place the bombs, when he heard Leonard call out to him. Twisting around, this time his actions were faster than his mind, as he ripped his phaser out of its holster, raising his arm and aiming.

He wasn't too far away from Scott, but far enough that he could fire at the Borg from a different angle. So he trusted Scott to go for the obvious kill-shot, and instead leveled his rifle with the Borg's attachments. Namely the lines that connected to his eyepiece, that would be at least one thing to their advantage, if Scott failed to hit his target, and they were going to have to go hand-to-hand.

With that shot fired off, he dropped his stance and looked for something spare lying around to fight with. But it was impossible to find - the ship was so immaculate, the word "spare parts" was probably foreign to the borg. Everything was in use. So he supposed, if the borg wanted to come after him, he would sprint for it, to place his bombs. Coming up with an idea of destroying the threat could be done while running. He was here to get his job done, not necessarily to survive it.

Trying to make eye contact with Leonard, he nodded slightly, bracing himself to run - either towards, or away from the borg.

[Kinley Garrison]

[Lab]

"Garrison. So they got you too." he said. He didn't identify himself but a few aspects could give a hint as to who he was. First off he was obviously someone familiar with the Valour, and someone who had been assimilated. That narrowed down the group a bit, but not enough. Secondly, he'd used an unfamiliar starfleet code, so that also limited the group to people before her time or well after it.

"I can't be sure, but let's say that it's a... bold plan." he said, invoking the motto of the Valour. Hopefully she'd pick up on the message. The Valour is about to ram you, the message was. He couldn't risk saying it straightaway, lest the Collective picked up on that. Alex continued to download information on the Borg, if nothing else then he achieved solace himself, before he went up in a fiery explosion of Borg and Photons. "How much damage do you think antimatter will do to a cube?"

[Cube]
Kinley  had done enough data puzzles in order to realize that whoever she was talking to was intentionally speaking cryptically. She thought about his remarks for a second, then it hit her. It was the plan she and the captain had formulated earlier. They were actually going through with it! Urgently speaking to her new friend, she whispered; "Understood. Where are you? Can you get us outta here? " She heard an overwhelming resurgence of Borg threatening to break the link. "Hurry. I can't keep this link up."

[Dylan Torngate]

[Cube]
Kinley  had done enough data puzzles in order to realize that whoever she was talking to was intentionally speaking cryptically. She thought about his remarks for a second, then it hit her. It was the plan she and the captain had formulated earlier. They were actually going through with it! Urgently speaking to her new friend, she whispered; "Understood. Where are you? Can you get us outta here? " She heard an overwhelming resurgence of Borg threatening to break the link. "Hurry. I can't keep this link up."

[Lab]

He heard her reaction and sighed in the voidspace. "Well seeing as I'm tied down to a table with a crazy Vulcan deciding to dissect me or save me, my options are rather limited." he said, knowing she understood the message. If all else failed he'd done his best to save them. A certain more... human tone had come back into his voice, but the noise of the collective threatened the link. He had time to send one last message to his new friend. "I'm an engineer, I'll figure it out. Alex out." he said, as he finally terminated the link himself. His eyes snapped open and he looked to T'Prina. "I believe it is time to leave."