Sunday, February 10, 2008
The Alpha Borg Queen (Part One)
Guest Poster: The Borg Queen
This Conference of the Borg Queens is bound to cause a few ructions between the representatives. For one, the Alpha Borg Queen is attending.
When this was announced, it sent a few shivers up the spines of the various Cube representatives, including myself. The Alpha Borg Queen is the head of us all. The entire Borg race is governed by what she says.
Naturally, there are certain ones who are always circling around her, trying to get her favour. These 'Yes-Queens', as I call them, want to be selected for succession by her to the Borg Throne when the Alpha Queen decides to retire and enjoy her index-linked Borg pension.
In contrast, there are also the rebels. These are the ones who stand alone and shout, acting like a loose cannon. An example of this is the Troi Borg Queen of Unimatrix Cube 02. She was in a parallel universe that was dominated by the Borg, but came through to this one.
All right, she might well be the pinup girl amongst the male drones. I know all of mine have a picture of her in their alcoves, but I don't like her. She is too wild. What really bugs me is that as soon as a drone is aware that she is the Queen of Cube 02, they want to request a transfer there!
I'm talking with the others by the Refreshment Area, getting a coffee and donut, chatting to the others and having a laugh about some of the races we have assimilated when I notice that familar silver suit in the corner of my eye. She is looking at me.
Troi strides up to me, as if she is modelling on a catwalk.
"Well, 01." she says in a sneering manner, "Do you think you'll still be in charge of that Cube of yours when the Alpha Queen hears about how soft you've been with the humans? All of them deserve to be eliminated."
"You just don't belong, Troi." I reply icily, "You were never one of us, and never will be. You're an outsider, not a true Borg of this universe."
"I'm more of a Borg then you ever are, were." she answers with rising fury, and in a second, the two of us are scrapping on the floor, tearing at each other. Two other Cube Queens separate us.
"01." says the 09 Queen, "It's no time for that, the Alpha Borg Queen is about to enter."
Troi and I get ourselves in order and march off in different directions to our places in the Hall.
A fanfare of trumpets is heard all around and one the stage we see her coming together.
The Alpha Borg Queen always likes to make a flashy entrance.
I'm a little concerned, though. What will she think of any of the allegations that Troi makes? I'd best be on my guard, otherwise I could get relegated to being some drone's implant.
To be continued....