Borg Queen - The One Who Is Many

[Gnai]

I love spooky things, and writing that makes my skin crawl. @Addison MacKenzie did a stellar job at that, in my opinion, in a very recent sim, playing the part of the decaying Borg Queen to perfection.

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(( Unimatrix Array, Borg Queen’s Cube ))

I am the beginning.

The end.

The one who is many.

I am the Borg.

The one.

This one, now but a shell of her former self. Hanging in Queen’s Alcove that took up one entire wall of the Unimatrix Array, the Queen was now the leader of a withered collective, decimated by a pathogen introduced by Kathryn Janeway decades before. Attempts at assimilating new species proved futile, taking far too long with a nominal success rate. Now, the Queen, withered and malnourished herself, hung from the alcove with so little flesh on her bones that her ribs protruded prominently from her chest and what skin was left on her face was wrinkled and droopy, the matriarch of the Collective forced to consume the flesh and resources of the other drones for her own sustenance.

No, assimilation was no longer the answer.

At least, not in the traditional sense…

Not that it mattered – they had a new plan.

The introduction of their own virus – their new method of assimilation.


Resistance is futile.


Soon, her plan would be complete. Starfleet would convene in Sector 001 to celebrate their Frontier Day and unveil its latest technological achievement: fleet formation mode. The entirety of Starfleet’s control would be relinquished to its computer systems in the name of efficiency. Flesh giving way to machinery.

Just like the Borg.
 

The setting was perfection personified, a breeding ground far greater than anything she could have hoped for: the great majority of Starfleet in one place, without control, ripe for the picking. Her plan: a virus, built through genetic code from Locutus, passed on entirely undetected to the young members of Starfleet through their own transporter systems. Dormant, waiting for just the right time to be activated. This time. Until finally:

Decimation.

Just like the Borg.

Then, opportunity.

To be rebuilt.

To be reborn.

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Her head cocked to the side slowly, moving the way an old, barely mobile person might, cueing a viewscreen to appear. On it, the image of a Luna-class Federation starship.

She blinked; the image changed.

This time, it displayed a live feed of a red-headed Starfleet captain and four others, rifles drawn, making their way into the depths of her ship. Her ship. They were here.

This wasn’t part of the plan – the Badlands were supposed to provide cover until the artifact could be brought to the Delta Quadrant. Then, she could proceed directly to Earth and watch the Federation consume itself, the way she was forced to consume herself now.

Consumption was all around her: deceased drones covered in necrotic tissue, the victims of her cannibalism, unquestionably sacrificed for her survival. While her Cube might otherwise be viewed as a deserted morgue to anyone who didn’t know better, there were still thousands of functioning drones on board at her disposal.

And now, there was a team of Starfleet officers heading directly for the lab that housed the key to her plan.

Absolutely not.

She struggled to lift her head, calling to order the drones in and around the lab, closest to the group of Starfleet officers.

Borg Queen: Intercept them. And assimilate them.

She blinked again, and the image on the viewscreen changed to show the drones from the lab pivoting and heading toward the group of intruders. She wouldn’t let them interfere with her plan.


Resistance is futile.

 

[Talos Dakora]

I was coming here to post this too. 

Sooo good!

[Zephyr]

Wow, phenomenal writing stuffs. Kinda makes me wish I could join you for all the shenanigans on the Artemis, but I can't justify a second character right now.