(OOC: As I write this, I’m constantly making changes as the story progresses. So if you read this and the next time you come back and you think “I don’t remember this…”, that’s why. I apologize in advance for the confusion.
As I write this, I’m considering the content in STO to be cannon for story purposes. There are a few exceptions to this. The biggest is the location of the Gamma Orionis / Pella sector block. The new post-DR map shows these sectors to be to the galactic ‘south’ of Sol. I have tried to figure this out, but it makes no sense at all to me. Both the main Borg Unimatrix and the first discovered portal to the Undine’s fluidic space were both discovered in the Delta Quadrant. Therefore, for this story’s purposes, the Gamma Orionis block is deep in the Delta Quadrant, though in a different section than where the Jenolan sphere is/will be.
The points other are more minor, most having to do with small details with tech/history/species in STO that don’t make sense to me. An example is how the Scimitar Dreadnoughts in STO still supposedly have Thaloron weaponry, despite both cannon and STOs storyline disagreeing with this. So again, for this stories purposes, the Thaloron weaponry were unique to the original Scimitar in ST: Nemesis. All remaining Scimitar-class warbirds still in service have what I’m calling a ‘Plasma Cascade’ device, still powerful, but nowhere near as lethal as the Thaloron weapon was.
I hope you enjoy the story. Remember, it’s all a work in progress.)
Prologue
Six months before the invasion of Vega Colony
------------------------------------------------------------ “You must move quickly zt’Jesak. You don’t have much time.”
“Acknowledged mt’Besra.” zt’Jesak responded into his com. The alien shifted four of his six eyes to gaze at his two companions. “How much longer, zt’Matath?” he asked. One of them, zt’Matath, peered at the chrono on one of his four tentacles with a set of his large, dark eyes. “30 sha’con.” zt’Matath replied. “Are you sure they haven’t detected us through the shroud?” he asked. zt’Jesak bobbed his head, glancing around him. “No, so far I see no indication that the drones have detected us.” He looked at the third member of their party. “zt’Cho?”
zt’Cho stood a meter away, his four leg tentacles spread out in a sturdy stance, guarding the corridor. He looked at his scanner with a set of eyes, leaving the other four to continuously sweep the corridor. “No indication of detection.” He confirmed. He shifted his plasma weapon with two more of his tentacles, disarming the safety.
zt’Jesak nodded. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He wished he was breathing in water instead of this methane rich air. Water is so much more pleasant, he thought. He grunted to himself. What a strange thing to think about in a time such as this, he thought. He focused his thought on the present. The three large squid-like aliens stood in front of their main objective….a borg drone. Each of them were invisible to all except each other, their shrouds protecting them from detection. At least for now. zt’Jesak and zt’Matath were both preparing their instruments, while zt’Cho kept watch. The drone, seemingly oblivious to the three intruders, stood still in his alcove, regenerating. zt’Jesek found himself wondering which of the thousands of assimilated species he once belonged to. The thought pained him, causing him to think about his own people, and how precious few of them were left after the Borg had assimilated their home world.
He focused his mind, letting the pain galvanize his thoughts. We cannot fail in this mission, he thought. Far too much is at stake. He glanced again at his two companions. He had never before met such brave Gwentasi before. If they survived this, he would make sure that the Clan Singers would sing about their brave deeds whenever they sang their songs.
“Ready.” Zt’Matah reported. “Remember, we will have no more than 80 sha’con once we start before we are detected. Probably less.” He said. zt’Jesak nodded. “Acknowledged. Proceed as soon as I stun the drone.” he paused, the three comrades sharing a moment of silence. They each nodded. They knew how slim their chances were to get out alive. But they knew how critical this mission was, not just for what was left of their people, but to trillions of other lives as well.
“May the Singers remember our deeds.” Zt’Jesak muttered. He positioned his stun wand just inches away from the drones neck, one of the only exposed skin areas of the drone. He took a long deep breath…
“Now.”
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