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Borgified like on Star Trek?
“We are the Borg, resistance is futile.”
The ominous sounding statement delivered by the Powerhouse fell onto death ears.
Wrecker having just returned from a mission while been on loan for another crew due to his special skills.
Wrecker’s outlook though, having ever so slightly changed since said mission.
“What are you on about Wrecker?”
Tech was working on some gadget or rather when Wrecker arrived to the barracks, not really paying much attention to the Powerhouse. That is until…
“You will be assimilated. Your uniqueness will be added to serve the collective.”
Wrecker stood there, unmoving. A faint whirring sound following his line. Something which caught the attention of Tech’s. The cybernetic implants now clearly visible when Tech turned to have a look.
“What the…???”
Wrecker made a move towards Tech. Tech standing there, frozen in place as this, this was hardly a joke! Or then, it was a very elaborate one at that!
Just then Hunter, Crosshair and Echo burst into the room.
“Tech! There’s something going on. The regs are turning into…”
“Oh no!”
“… Cyborgs!”
“You were saying?”
Tech had managed to jump away just in the nick of time before Wrecker touched him. Having an inkling it would not have been good to let Wrecker anywhere near him for whatever reason.
“They got Wrecker too!”
“You will all be assimilated. Resistance is futile!”
Wrecker’s continued in a monotonous tone. Moving in slow motion towards the others. Them moving away from him, something seemingly easy even in the small space. Wrecker more like a zombie than human now.
“What do we do???”
“We need to subdue and sedate him.”
Tech was quick on his feet, thinking of a solution already, the Genius he totally was.
Hunter glanced around. Looking for something to hogtie Wrecker with.
“My hammock!” Echo shouted out, having figured it out quicker.
Echo and Crosshair quickly moved to get it while Hunter distracted Wrecker leaving Tech to figure out the sedatives.
It was a blur, them all moving like in a nightmare, but quickly enough just the same. A well, oiled machine they still were even with one man down.
Together the four managed to tackle the turned into Cyborg/Borg Wrecker and wrap him up neatly in the hammock cocoon while Tech was sedating him.
“Phew, that was close!”
“Any idea what is going on?”
“Well I can only deduce from the brief encounter with Wrecker just now, that something must have gone horribly wrong on the mission and this, happening to him.”
“Yeah among the others with him.”
“He kept going on and on about assimilation.”
“Yes and he mentioned something called… the Borg?”
Tech quickly tapped on his data pad again, something having tickled his mind of the word. The Borg.
“Hm.”
“What did you find, Tech?”
“Well, this seems to be a case of the hives.”
“Hives? Not like any hives I’ve seen!”
“It’s a collective, a hive. A Borg collective to be more precise. They’re all Cyborgs.”
“Oh oh!”
“Sounds really serious.”
“Indeed it does.”
“Yeah looks like that too. Cyborgs.”
“Yes. It is indeed a severe case of… a crossover!!!”
Dun dun duuun!!!