Thursday, April 17, 2008
Seven Of Nine On Death Row (Part Three)
Guest Poster: The Borg Queen
Locutus and I have gone to the Borg Union planet to try and save the life of Seven Of Nine. She has been arrested and accused of murder. She is now on Death Row awaiting termination, which will be very shortly. She killed her hated rival Nine of Ten, a female drone from Unimatrix Cube 15.
Time is running out, and we are facing opposition, as the Union Committee like neither me nor Locutus. The welcome wagon was hardly rolled out for us.
One of Five comes to the cell. He is the Union Commitee leader.
"How was Nine of Ten killed?" asks Locutus.
"It is none of your business, human." he answers, "But in deference to the Queen here, "She was found with blood around her, then taken to the mortuary"
"We wish to see the body." Locutus says.
I do not think One of Five likes taking orders from a human. Nor anybody for that matter.
With a grudging agreement akin to agreeing to have his teeth pulled out, he takes us to the mortuary and opens the casket.
It is empty.
"I do not understand!" exclaims One of Five, "What has happened?"
"Did you check the blood?" asks Locutus "Was it hers?"
"We did not need to." he answers, "Her heart was stopped."
Locutus turns to me, "Could Nine have used some blood that was not hers and stopped her heart for a short time by artificial means, so that people would think she was dead?"
"Of course she could." I answer, "What would it have achieved?"
"All she needed to do was wait until Seven was terminated." he answers, "Then after that she would come back saying that she was just grazed by a cut from Seven and people would believe her."
A figure emerges from the shadows in the back of the mortuary.
"Very good, Locutus." says Nine of Ten, "You would make a fine addition to the Collective."
She lunges forward at Locutus, with her arm outstretched in 'assimilation mode', but I intervene, hitting her firmly, and knocking her to the floor.
It's wise to avoid hitting the implants, as it can give one a lot of pain.
"You shall be taking Seven's place on Death Row, and there won't be anyone to help you." I say with a triumphal smile, winking at Locutus.
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Several hours later, my Cube has reached the Enterprise. We are just about to beam Seven and Locutus back to the ship.
"I am grateful to you for saving me, my Queen." Seven tells me.
"Thank Locutus." I say, "It was his human thinking that found the truth."
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"We are indeed strange bedfellows." he says to me before we depart.
This time, both Seven and myself are confused. I shall have to learn more human phrases.
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12 comments:
Michele sent me - have a great day!
I should find it impossible to be a bedfellow of the Borg Queen -- all that whirring and clicking and so forth.
My own noises are, I'm sure, bad enough.
And then there's the danger of being assimilated in my sleep.
Assimilation, hmmmm. I wonder what would happen if they assimilated a force sensitive.
I wonder if I could arrange to have Darths Sidious and Vader assimilated? I would love to see the outcome.
Love the 'Voice' of this post. Too funny.
Thanks for the encouragement on my blog.
Kudos to you!
I don't understand msamany human phrases myself.
Glad things worked out
it amazes me how we still use those strange phrases even in the future...
be thankful he hasn't used common 20th-21th century slang...
Then things would get confusing because cool means hot
Fat means... something other than obese
well it gets confusing for us as well
Thank goodness Seven is off death row.
Phrases common now will always last.
I kind of missed what has been going on but I am glad to see that Seven of Nine escaped execution. Especially since she did not do it.
Have a great weekend, Jean-Luc.
all's well that ends well
I knew that the Borg Queen and Locutus could save the day for Seven! Great deducting skills as always, Captain!
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