A Hell of her own Making Pt. 1
Posted on Thu Mar 19th, 2020 @ 3:14pm by Lieutenant Nevada McKay
Mission:
Challenge Missions
Location: Location Unknown.
Timeline: ?????
873 words - 1.7 OF Standard Post Measure
Everything hurt, this seemed to confuse her, she tried to move her arms to check herself for injury but found they wouldn’t respond. Nevada Panicked and tried to open her eyes, only to find that she couldn’t. there was only pain. Desperately she tried to calm herself, her decades of medical training kicking in as she tried to take inventory of herself, without actually being able to do a self check.
Arms were there, they just ached, legs were there, they just ached, she tried to clench her fists, only for a Numb Response. She tried to focus on this, focus on what was happening, only for it to slowly dawn on her. She was missing her hands, this wasn’t the numbness of Pain or cold, this was the horrific Silence of nerves that were no longer attached.
She desperately tried to squirm, to move, to do anything, only for a nagging voice in the back of her head, a voice that was entirely alien to countermand the orders. Her awareness slowly started to fully return, a conscious light that slowly spread through her mind. And then the horrors Made sense.
Through a single eye she could see dark metals and a sickly green light. Borg, she thought to herself as memories slowly started to return. She tried to close her eyes, to scream out in terror, but her body wouldn’t react. Instead, she stood there, motionless in the alcove. Her hell now fully realized as her mind fully returned to awareness.
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Dr. Nevada McKay stared at the strange being before her, its form seemingly shifting shape and . “So you’re telling me I can Make any wish?” she said with a flat disbelief in her voice. She was a woman of science after all, the idea of a Genie of any kind existing made her skeptical. “And how do I know you’re not some drug induced hallucination?”” she added with a grumble as she strained herself to observe her tricorder with out actually looking at it.
“Its not as simple as that human,” the entity said with a shake of its had, that had briefly assumed a Female Vulcans shape before it faded back into the vague shifting mass. “Its not a wish, but as I said I can grant you a Request, as Payment for the services you’ve provided the future of the galaxy.” Its voice was borderline painful to hear, a cacophony of tones pitches and Accents that was a strain to listen too.
“And what are you?” Nevada asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, the movement letting her shoot a glance down at her tricorder.
“I am an organian, I was sent here to Offer our thanks for the advances your work leads too. Your work leads to the eradication of Disease on a galactic scale in the future,” It said as flashes of Places she couldn’t pin down ran through her mind.. “We are here to Reward you, as you do not live to see the fruits of your labors.” He added as the barrage of images ceased.
“And To reward me…your granting me essentially a wish?” the Human asked as she shifted her attention from the inconclusive scan results. “Won’t this…mess with the timeline?” she asked as she shook her head, She had intentionally neglected to learn about temporal physics as the whole concept of time travel had never interested her.
“No, Your actions have already set events in motion, your existence is now independent of the events that will bring peace to the galaxy,” the Organian said as it flashed images through her head, including one image she Recognized as her Nanoprobe formulas. “There is no harm in offering you a Reward, so long as it doesn’t Violate certain conditions.”
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“Anomalous neurological data, Drone Delta-two-two-six-one-six-one Gamma three,” countless Voices said in unison, an much to Nevada’s horror, hers was one of them.
“I see,” A voice on its own said. “One six one gamma three, Report.”
“Drone is experiencing Anomalous Neurological data, Upper cognitive functions, long term Memory, Short Term memory,” Nevada said, her voice flat, as emotionless and factual as Any vulcan had ever been.
“Cause of the Anomaly?” the Lone voice asked as A Borg Slowly moved to stand in front of Nevada’s gaze. Curiously she Seemed independent, her face portraying emotions that no other borg could.
“Unidentified Nanoprobes Are Active in affected area’s of Drones Brain,” Nevada heard herself say.
The independent Borg before her tilted her head. “Ah…I see,” she said softly as she reached a Metallic hand up to stroke at Nevada’s cheek. “Who were you…” she asked.
“Drone Delta-two-two-six-one-six-one Gamma three was known as McKay, Nevada, Doctor.” Nevada rattled off, her one eye unblinking. “Nanotechnology Specialist, Federation of Planets.”
The Borg in front of her smiled wide. “Hello in there Doctor, If you can Hear me, I suppose this, is your Reward for studying our technology.” The Borg said as it gestured out wide indicating the Corridor, where dozens upon dozens of Alcoves and Drones all stood. "Welcome to your New family, Doctor." she said with a cruel smile.
