The Assimilation

It was a routine cargo run... we had just gotten back from out weekend breaks. The Cargo was power transducers. We were dilivering them to a Miran Collony in the Dolmine sector. They were very advaced, Far beyond us at least. We had recently made a trade pact with them that would improve our economy, we were in debt sence the war with the Haakonians. We had been en rout for about six hours when we started detecting some odd sensor echos. At first we thought nothing of it, we quickly brushed them off as simple distortion waves from the debris that scattered the sector. We started experiencing distortion waves, throwing our ship arround in it's torrent. Our inertial dampiners went offline and our impulse systems failed. We were as good as dead in the water. Then, just as fast as it came, it stoped. It was like we entered the eye of the storm, everything was calm, but we all had that feeling we weren't out of the trouble just yet.

We were glued to all the portholes on the ship, looking out onto the space we had loved so long before, onto the stars that seemed so familiar. It was then we saw our fate. In a mass of green light, so awesome, it was a wonder at first. It was massive, larger than any of us had ever seen before. We atempted to find out who they were, but they scrambled our scans. Then they hailed our small, insignificant ship. Gladly opening a channel to the alien vessel, we quickly found out that they had no intentions on talking. Our communication channels were flooded with hundreds of voices speaking at once; "We are the Borg, Your technological and biological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded. You will be assimilated... Resistance is futile." We looked at each other, wondering what exactly they ment by... "Assimilated." But we knew one thing, They were going to have to take us by force. The crew faught for their lives, but it was useless. By the time we fired our phasers for the third time, they had us locked in their tractorbeam.

Phaser blast, after phaser blast, they wore away at our shields untill they failed. That is when they started boarding our ship. To see them for the first time was worse than I could have imagined. They looked like they were dead with their pale, grey skin. What little you saw of it. Covered in exoskeleton-like metal, fused with their flesh, arm's, hands, and eyes replaced with claws, data-links, and occular manifestations. They had tubes running in and out of their bodies, small lights flashing, and a dead stare, like they were brainwashed. We broke out the phase-pistols, knocking down two of them, before they became useless. They just came at us like... like the weapons we had were non-existant. One of them grabed the navigator, Sansa, and held him like he was a hostage. Bringing his arm up to his neck, I watched in horror as the monster stabed him with two, projectiles that came out of its arm, Sansa screamed in pain as I stood not 15 feet away, helpless. I watched Sansa fall to the floor in convultions, sweating, cringing in pain. The Borg walked onward, ignoring me, moving towards the corridor that connected the bridge to the engineering section. I ran to my friend who was now quiet. I watched him as he became pale, and cold to the touch. At that time, he looked up at me, and gave me a cold stare, as metal pieces ripped through his skin. All this time, he just stared at me, untill one point his eyes grew large and he tried to say something to me. My eyes were transfixed on his, it was almost as if I could see his will leaving him. "pB-b... be-bu," he began to mutter. "pBe-hei..." I tried to make out what he was saying, but at that time I was ripped back to reality by one of the aliens grabbing my shoulder, bringing me to my feet, and holding me by the neck, while he stabbed me the same way he had done to my friend. I screamed as I fell to the floor, my mind began racing, I couldn't think, everything became so blury. The room started to spin and I felt so very tired. I cringed into the fetal position, and I watched onward as mechanical devices ripped through the skin of my back hand, punching through and rooting itself by digging into my skin. It was then I realized my friend was trying to say "behind you."

After the Borg had gone through the ship, they took us aboard their vessel. To discribe what I saw is very difficult, in that i was bairly conscience at the time. I remember seeing hundreds upon hundreds of vertical beds, where Borg would "sleep" I assumed that they were basically a plug in, where they could recharge their "batteries." They drug me through a corridor that was filled with torturous screams of pain and horror, where I saw many rooms, filled with the rest of the crew. I remember seeing some of them having their arms amputated, and replaced by mechanisms. Some had their legs removed from the sockets and replaced with "more efficient machines." Still, there were others who had their . As for me, it felt as if I was processed worse of all. I was placed on a hot, flat, metal bed, where then I was latched to. They proceeded to inject me with fluids, making me more "receptive" to the pieces of machinery they would give me. I then had my flesh torn open from the waise down my right leg to my ankle. Where they attached mechanical ligaments, and servos directly to the bone. While this was happening, a Borg approached me with a large device that I knew, very well, was for amputations. He stood next to me for a moment, looking at me. To this day I will always remember the look he gave me. It was like he had second thoughts as to rip off my arm. He just stood there for a moment, for what seemed to be a lifetime, then started to saw off my left arm at the shoulder. As I screamed in agony I heard someone in the distance yell for help. And I remember trying to get up, only to be slamed back against the table by one of the "sergions." The Amputation expert continued to take off my left leg, right about the time the one who had worked on my right leg left and came back with a mechanical arm with a pincer-likle claw at the end. He latched it to my arm and began connecting my tendons to my new arm. Suddenly a Borg came from nowhere, and began working on my skull. He took, what looked to be a lazer scalpul, and began removing tissue and replacing them with metal plates. He worked his way around the back of my head and base of my skull, to my right eye. Feeling as if he was gouging my eye out, I attempted to scream, but in some akeward way, I couldn't.

From then on I slipped in and out of conscience. I only recall some vague images of blood, steam, bright yellow lights... The last memory of my assimilation after this point, would have to be when I was connected to the hive for the first time. How I felt bombarded by hundreds of voices at once, them all knowing what I was thinking, all my memories and knowledge. And then, like one single movement, a sence of nothing hit me. Absolutely nothingness, For exactly 1.34 seconds I was erased of all emotions and was in a state of nothingness. Like complete oblivion, it was haunting in that I knew I was awake, but I had no control over what I was doing. This feeling stayed with me for the rest of the durration