Guest Poster: Beverly Crusher
I have just volunteered to spend a few days on a Borg Cube as part of a cultural exchange initiated by the Borg Queen. It will be for a few days.
Jean-Luc looks aghast, and pulls me aside.
"Bev!" he exclams, "You can't go on that trip, it's too dangerous."
"Things will be all right." I reply, "As you said in the meeting, I am there to learn as much as I can. It's only for a few days. The Queen has guaranteed note to assimilate. Besides that, we still have Seven here as insurance.
Jean-Luc looks beaten, and sighs.
"Very well, Bev." he says, "Just be careful in there. You never know what might happen."
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A few hours later, the Borg Cube Unimatrix 01 has pulled up at the rendezvous point. I clench Jean-Luc and kiss him.
"See you soon, Bev." he whispers in my ear. At that, I beam out.
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I appear in a greenish tinted room. Suddenly, a lot of movement starts taking place..
The Borg Queen gets assembled from the machine in front. When that has occured, she walks over to me.
"So sorry I wasn't here to meet you personally." she says cheerily, "It seemed to take me ages to get ready today. There didn't seem to be anything to wear in my wardrobe. I had to go and terminate a few drones for not getting me fixed on time."
I wear a slightly fractured smile at this mention.
"Still, us girls have got to stick together, haven't we?" she enthuses, "You're Beverly Crusher, aren't you? I remember you from the Enterprise Christmas Party. I'm glad it's you Locutus has sent over. I'm sure we'll get on well."
"Err....I'm sure we will..err...your highness." I reply.
"Your highness?" she laughs, "Only the drones call me that. You can call me Queenie. All my friends do."
Somewhat amazed at this revelation, I do so, and we begin the tour of the Cube.
"This is the Assimilation Chamber." the Queen shows me enthusiastically, "Do you want to take a closer look?"
"Err..no, I'll pass on that, if you don't mind." I answer nervously, as we go on.
The Queen the shows me the decorating that is currently going on within the Cube, how her drone designers One One and One Two are implememting a feng shui design and relaxation areas for the drones to increase morale.
"Jean-Luc wouldn't believe it if I told him." I say to myself.
Suddenly an ear-splitting alarm goes off.
"What's that?" I shout while the noise is going on.
"It's the alarm." the Queen replies, "We're under attack.
To be continued...
9 comments:
Oh dear that doesn't sound good, let's hope Bev survives, well not just survives kicks some butt too.
After reading about "EATR" the new warcraft robot in development that has the capability to "eat the dead"..."Borgs" are not high on my list of user friendly robots. I'm still waiting patiently for my very own Robomaid, I hope I see it in this lifetime...but alas, I don't think I will.
Bev and Queenie fighting back to back -- they'll take care of whoever it is!
(Maybe it's the furniture store trying to collect on the bills run up by the decorators....)
Belle, a robomaid might well be a Borg!
Curmugeon, it may well be the decorators!
The Borg Queen and mention of a "a slightly fractured smile"! I almost suffered a hernia from laughter after taking a look at Borg Queen's photo, and to think she suggested a "Cultural Exchange"! :D) Poor Bev. What a good sport she is!
This is getting interesting. Bev and the Borg Queen doing battle on the same side. Hope the Captain can help...but then again, I'm sure the ladies can handle things.
Hey, Captain!
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An alarm, of course! What will happen next?
Hee, I love blogs like this. Very creative of you. I'm sure NetChick concurs!
Darn. I was hoping she was the millionth visitor and had one a prize...
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