Borg War

Locate and assimilate planetary species.

Species fit for assimilation.

I am determined!

Resistance

has been nullified.

Assimilation is complete.

My lord, now approaching asteroid Cro-Lom 792,

exactly where the charts indicated it would be.

Sir, unidentified craft approaching on what appears to be an attack vector.

We are the Borg.

Surrender your vessel to be assimilated.

Resistance is huge.

They are focusing fire on the freighter.

This is Captain Charg of the freighter Blood Money.

We are being attacked.

Damage reports coming in from all decks.

Hold near critical.

Orders, my lord?

Self-destruct.

On my energy turn.

We're on a collision course.

It is a good day to die.

Warring.

You have committed a fatal error.

This is it.

Greetings, son.

Father.

Brother.

Jureth.

Today I am General Magogh, commanding the Starbase Drak'tar.

I would like to think that both of you are my sons.

Find a way to talk with your brother.

Ha!

Has there been any sign of enemy activity in the sector?

Negative.

Borg commanders are even more deliberative than those of the Federation.

The Federation are our best ally, and are the only neighbor

that has learned to treat us with the honor we deserve.

My lord, clearly Jureth is misinformed.

Watch your tongue.

Though the same blood runs through our veins, you are still but a whelp in my eyes.

I trust you are performing your mission well.

Excellent!

The new Unity Space Station is a triumph of Federation science.

Good.

You must continue your mission at Unity Starbase for now.

But you must keep in mind you were born Klingon.

Now let us discuss the special weapons aboard the Drak'tar.

Yes!

Yes!

The Ion Cannon releases a powerful bolt of energy that streaks toward the target.

Upon impact, it does impressive damage.

But we could talk about weapons until my Targ dies of old age.

The best way is to see it in action.

Good!

Engaging tractor beam.

Go on.

Firing at will.

I am most impressed.

Like the poet Kamal of Vokron said, nothing

cuts so fiercely as an over -sharpened blade.

My lord, fleet command sends word that they have lost contact with one of our vessels.

Ha!

What happened?

Reading transmission.

Mayday!

Mayday!

This is Captain Charm of the freighter Bloodmon.

We are being attacked.

They have ended transmission.

We lost an expensive freighter which we can ill afford to replace at this time.

Orders, my lord?

Your orders are to exterminate all pirate activity in the area.

Ha!

More glory for us all.

Strike hard at them in the name of our house.

Ka-plop!

Greetings, my young brother.

The knock-edge is ready and the crew is prepared.

I hope I am not expecting too much in asking you to carry out this minor chore.

Understood.

Warp speed.

Steady as she goes.

Captain, Borg vessel!

Red alert!

Warp signatures detected.

Klingon origin.

Surrender your vessel to be assimilated.

Attack!

They are taking hull damage.

Resistance is here.

Divert power to the forward shields.

Maximum speed.

Prepare to die!ış Mushrooms.

Mushrooms.

Mushrooms.

...

Condition green.

Sir, we are receiving a message from Captain Jareth.

I am patching him through now.

I am eager for you to return from your mission so that we may begin to plan...

You fool!

Your ship will be destroyed!

Massive systems failure!

Stand by!

Resistance has been nullified.

Assimilation drone to target vessel.

They're boarding us!

Buck attack!

We will add your technological distinctiveness to our own.

I have a better idea!

I've got a blade thirsty for your corrupted heart!

...

Prepare to die!

You

patach shall not leave here alive!

Klingon weapon systems assimilated.

All survivors must be eliminated.

...

Continue planetary assimilation to the collective.

...

Planetary assimilation is complete.

...

Proceed to Alpha Quadrant.

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Unity Starbase.

...

Welcome to the operation.

I have disturbing information that I must share with you.

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The Empire needs your services, as strange as it may seem.

We've got over your report on the cowardly attacks.

How may I assist?

Come!

Let us spill their blood in buckets for their unwise transgression.

We must see to it that no one else dies in vain.

Mr. Tuvok?

Aye, sir.

An emergency situation has arisen in the Klingon

border region, so I have new orders for you.

The Borg have come out of their regeneration cycle.

That's what we want you to find out.

Alien Ptah has done this deed under the cover of the Spire Nebula.

Make your best speed to the vicinity of Kitama IV.

You will remain under silent running protocol, and perhaps upon your return,

we will have a better idea of who and what we're dealing with.

Good luck.

Picard out.

Excellent.

We will strike hard against our enemy.

Quite right.

Dismissed.

Steady as she goes.

Impulse engines performing at half power.

Greetings, Captain.

I look forward to the opportunity to work with you again.

Intelligence reports that they may be attempting to hide in the Nebula.

Pay particularly close attention to the asteroids.

Excellent.

We're nearing the edge of the sector, sir.

Satisfactory, Lieutenant.

Course zero-zero-three, mark one-seven.

Acknowledged.

Course laid in, sir.

Warp speed.

We can begin our reconnaissance mission now.

Excellent.

Initiating scan.

Sir, there's no sign of enemy targets.

But I am picking up a background radiation in the

area which is indicative of starship engagement.

Contact ahead, Klingon bird of prey.

Reading massive structural failure and life signs aboard.

Beam them out.

Energize.

Medical emergency.

Borg vessel.

Benakchage.

Are you all right?

Ha!

Things grow ever more disturbing.

Asteroid Cro-Lom 792 is gone.

Looks like the Borg want to play.

Klingon power post located.

Red alert!

Activate weapon systems.

Such a waste.

Let's see what sort of gutless animal dares seek to disrupt the Empire.

Error.

Error.

Vessel call integrity and radio levels.

They have taken multiple internals.

Well fought.

Activate drone shuttle pod bay.

Setting course to orbit target.

Blastoff.