An emotionally traumatic Assimilation for Kris Fianna

[+ Alix Harford]

This 2 Part Borg Assimilation sim is my favorite that I've read so far. Fianna's writer did a wonderful job showing the trauma and emotion of the moment and taking me to the edge of my seat with gut wrenching horrors.

 

Part 1- Assimilation 

(( Sickbay Complex, Deck 12, USS Astraeus ))

 

Kris had left the briefing room with a determined face. Fear was coursing through her veins, but that was being overridden by her confidence in her commanding officers and the sheer weight of the importance of everything. 

 

People were relying on them. So, she'd buckle down and do her part.

 

For the next couple of hours, Kris whirled through Sickbay with a small contingent of nurses, restocking and preparing the ship for whatever they might face. Medicines were replicated, biobeds restocked, trauma kits built and distributed throughout the ship, and finally, as everything was cleaned, she turned to her team.

 

Fianna: Alright. Take a short break while you can. 

 

Having so dismissed the team, she took a moment to turn back to the console before her and begin updating the inventory log and indicate to the Bridge that Sickbay was prepared. 

 

She never got to press send.

A searing pain split her head, and paralysis gripped her body as a noise ripped through her, vibrating within her. She tried to bring a hand to her head to brace, but they didn't answer her. Choking on the very air she was breathing, Kris began to panic.

 

oO What's going on!? I can't do anything! I'm scared, Papa... Oo 

 

Kris stared helplessly at the console as her vision clouded and faded into nothingness, all in a split second. She began to feel a heat flash through her, searing her veins as the feeling of tiny insects crawling everywhere overtook her. Her insides felt contorted and twisted, and had she eaten anything at all, she would have sworn right then that it was coming back up covered in spiders.

 

But nothing did. Her body was completely frozen, and she was alone in her plight.

 

oO Someone help me! Please! Oo

 

And then, the rush of endorphins hit her like a truck. A sense of euphoria like nothing else she'd ever experienced, an accomplishment at having found a purpose.

 

oO Purpose?! Oo

 

A drowsy warmth soon enveloped her. She straightened as all the burning cooled to the same temperature, her vision suddenly clearing and her limbs moving all on their own. Try as she might, nothing she wanted was helping. She struggled as hard as she could, but whatever was happening, had her in its clutches with a grip stronger than anything she'd ever known.

 

Fianna: WE ARE THE BORG. 

 

oO The Borg!? Nonononono I can't be Borg! HELP ME PLE-- Oo

 

Silence.

 

Kris could feel so much. See so much. And, one thing became immediately clear to her.

 

oO Resistance is futile. Oo

 

Fianna: ELIMINATE ALL UNASSIMILATED. SEIZE THE ASTRAEUS.

 

Internally, Kris wanted to cry. To scream, kick, fight, and run as far away from this as she could get.

She would have to settle for a front row seat to the worst horrors of her life as she watched her hands set her phaser to kill, and fire at the panicking crew. She made her way to a weapons locker, retrieving a phaser rifle, before turning it on her crew as the sounds of fighting filled the Sickbay, the screams of her crewmates filling her ears.

 

But Kris' body didn't linger. It proceeded with purpose down the hall to the turbolift.

 

Fianna: DECK 35 - ENGINEERING.

 

Part 2- Directive: Secure Engineering 

(( Main Engineering, Deck 35, USS Astraeus ))

 

(( Warning: Some readers may find the following to be disturbing. Discretion is advised. ))

(( OOC: Naprim and Yelchin are General NPCs - which means that anyone may play them. Feel free to answer their tags! ))

 

Borg-Kris walked into Main Engineering, firing without hesitation at those not assimilated. Pin-point accuracy guided her aim, and it didn't take very long for Borg Reinforcements to arrive with her, entering the doorway.

 

Fianna: ELIMINATE ALL UNASSIMILATED. SECURE ENGINEERING. SEIZE THE ASTRAEUS.

 

Among those assembled in Engineering when Kris arrived were Crewman First Class Tarva Naprim, Crewman Third Class Yelchin, and Lieutenant Commander Wyatt Ral. 

 

Ral / Yelchin / Naprim: Responses

 

Fianna: WE ARE THE BORG - RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

 

Kris, meanwhile, watched horrified from within herself as the blood was spilt, her Oath was violated, and her life continued to be a nightmare. 

oO Please, help me! Someone stop me, I can't do anything! Papa - I'm scared! I -- Do not resist. You will be assimilated. Oo

 

Ral / Yelchin / Naprim: Responses

 

Kris answered them with more fire from her phaser as she continued her killing spree. The Borg-crewmates continued to flank her as she navigated the ship, and made her way towards the main Engineering console... Kris fired at the poor crewman hiding under the desk, before proceeding to ruthlessly step on his windpipe. The cut-off scream from the crewman was enough to send what little of Kris' consciousness remained into a box, hiding from the horrors before her. 

oO I'm so sorry... I can't stop - I can't help them... Papa, Mama... Someone... Save me... Oo

 

Ral / Yelchin / Naprim: Responses