A Hell of her own Making Pt. 2
Posted on Tue Mar 31st, 2020 @ 11:25pm by Lieutenant Nevada McKay
Mission:
Challenge Missions
Location: Location Unknown.
Timeline: ?????
603 words - 1.2 OF Standard Post Measure
“Any one Request?” Nevada Repeated as she Shifted forwards on her chair, her blue eyes piercing into the amorphous creature Before her.
“Yes Doctor, Anything you can think of that doesn’t alter the fabric of reality,” it said calmly flashing examples of what that might be in her mind.
“I want a borg alcove.” Nevada said with out hesitation. “An Intact, and functional one.” She said firmly. She knew this thing Probably knew why she wanted and needed one bad enough to waste what was essentially a wish on it.
For a moment the Creature remained silent, as if processing her request, before it let out a cruel chuckle, a tone she’d not heard from this incorporeal being. This laugh tugged at her, almost as if tugging at her very soul. Her was covered with goose bumps as she stared at the thing. “You want an Alcove Lesser creature, I’ll give you, your very own alcove…for the rest of eternity,” It laughed cruelly before the lights of Her quarters Flashed bright.
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“Doctor are you still in there?” the Queen said as she circled slowly around Nevada her voice mocking and curious at the same time. “Are you…still awake in there?” She coo’ed as she moved to Nevada’s Ear. Or rather where her ear would have been had it not been replaced with an Auditory sensor array.
Nevada screamed within her thoughts, desperately trying to struggle for control of her limbs, for control of her voice, anything. She’d make a deal with the devil himself again to just blink her damn eye. Instead, the drone consciousness she shared this walking hell with stood stock still, Unblinking as the Borg queen circled around her trailing her metallic hands over Nevada’s body.
“you’ve given me such an Idea Doctor,” she said as she moved in front of Nevada. “You and those…” she smiled and tapped Nevada’s forehead, causing the drone to sway back slightly, the hiss of servo’s in her Cybernetic legs the only indication to Nevada the amount of force that had been used. “Rouge Nanites you made,” the Queen circled leaned forward, her hand gently stroking over Nevada’s sickly pale cheek.
“I Just wish I Could Hear those nervous little thoughts of yours,” the Queen sighed. “you may be one of us physically, but We miss you so much dear,” She added as she stepped back.
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The Light faded and Nevada’s Stomach twisted into a knot. Gone was the organized chaos Of her Quarters, Replaced instead by a Dim green glow, a tight cramped Corridor with a mishmash of technology and pipes. Immediately in front of her however, was the most terrifying object she could imagine at that point. A borg Alcove, and Dormant Drone.
She immediately tapped her Combadge, her eyes refusing to leave the Drone’s vacant eye. “D…d…oct…Mck…kay to Elysium, Emergency Transport …now!” she stammered quietly her body Tensing as she prepared herself to run. The Badge chirped a negative, indicating there was No Federation Transponders in range. This made her gut clench hard. But the fear of being alone would have to wait.
No doubt in Response to the Transmission attempt, the borg vessel Thrummed with energy, the Drone lurching into motion, its vacant augmented face turning to face her. “We are the borg, Surrender yourself for assimilation, resistance is futile.,” the drone said, thousands of voices echoing around its own a heavy synthetic accent layering across them all. It took to clunky robotic steps towards her, its arms outstretched.
