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<--- Chapter one

Knew chapter up. our favourite Subway are going through a rough time.

Chapter two: Aftermath

Resistance felt nearly impossible.

/Resistance is Futile/

He was no longer in control of his body, nor was he alone in his own head anymore.

The second those wires touched his neck /injected him with nanoprobes/ he could suddenly hear hundreds, no Millions of voices in his head, and he became acutely aware that he was now nothing more than a puppet on a string.

They had wanted him to do the same to his brother…

/To Assimilate Emmet./

So of course, Ingo resisted, fought back with the little bit of control he still had. One voice in the many that were now in his head, found his resistance amusing. He was pretty sure he was given that little win, instead forced to stare into his brother’s frightened eyes.

/Resistance is Futile/

He was never going to see him again, and if he did, then that once voice would make sure they were reunited in the collective.

Ingo truly hoped, as much as it pained him, that he never saw Emmet again.

He didn’t want his little brother to go through his hell.

Now he walked down the metal hall, /following a drone to the surgery/ with all the other people who had been taken. /83 had been Assimilated from Nimbasa City/. And as another implant pushed its way through the Skin of his face, from the inside, he knew the worst was yet to come.

Would Emmet even be able to recognize him after all this was done?

They were no longer on the planet’s surface, of that he knew, they were on a spaceship of some kind /A Borg Cube/ currently flying through space at an impressive speed /Warp 7/ trying to escape another spaceship that had come upon them during their Assimilation. /The USS Hood, Registration-NCC-42296, Excelsior Class, Captain-Murakami, Operator- Starfleet, Owner the United Federation of Planets/

The Borg had enemies.

Lots of Enemies. Some much more powerful than Starfleet, some that the Borg went out of their way to avoid.

And yet, this Starfleet seemed to be enough of a threat to them, that the cube was unwilling to engage, even as The Hood gave chase. Starfleet seemed to fight tooth and nail when it came to the Borg. Any victory it might have given them, would be a major loss in resources.

Even if they did win, chases were more Starfleet ships would show up.

Not worth it.

How did he know any of this?

He just did.

/the Hivemind/

Ingo found himself hoping that The Hood caught up to them, and Put a /Photon torpedo/ right through their hull.

Anything was better than this.

But no…

The Hood seemed to give up the chase, and the Cube was allowed to go free.

Ingo felt himself lie down on one of the cold metal operating tables, as he stared uselessly up at the ceiling, unable to even flinch away from the tools coming towards him.

/Welcome to the Collective 10 of 83, Resistance is Futile/

—

If you had asked Emmet a few months ago ‘What an Alien Ship looked like?’ he might have laughed and described something like a Pokemon frisbee, before getting back to his more sensible mode of travel. Now here he was a month and a half later lying on they're, no, his couch, using his brother’s coat as a pillow, as he watched footage from the day of the attack; taken from an observatory in Alola.

That square shape that had blotted out the sun, had been a spaceship of some kind.

A cube shaped spaceship. It seemed ridiculous, but that's what it was. And it had parked itself right outside their atmosphere.

It would have been funny, aliens showing up in a just cube. But the horrors of that day still rang clear in everyone's minds.

The death toll had been in the millions that day, with the MIA count growing by the day. There were suspected to be 83 missing in Nimbasa city alone.

His brother was among those 83.

And they hadn’t even just attacked Unova, but the other regions as well. He had called Zisu to inform her what happened, apparently the Borg had targeted Jubilife city and Sunyshore city. Luckily, she and the kids had already hiked up the side of mount Coronet when they attacked.

She had asked about Ingo and all Emmet had been about to tell her was that he'd been taken.

He didn't have the courage to really talk to her, let alone his Nephews. What could he possibly say to them? Your dad was taken instead of me. He just couldn’t bring himself to do that.

He could barely face going to work.

Elesa was still upset with him, upset with herself, upset that the two of them had stayed behind.

Maybe if they had gone with her Ingo wouldn't have been taken.

She had already lost a lot of friends and coworkers when the Borg struck from orbit. Ingo had been like a brother to her and now he was gone too.

Emmet was upset with himself too, maybe if he had insisted more on having lunch in their office, Ingo would still be here.

Heck, maybe if he had just told Ingo about his bad feelings or pretended to be sick, or something, Ingo wouldn't be among the missing; but here with him, trying to figure what to do.

He continued to watch the screen, watching as the damned cube just hung in the void of space as his mind buzzed with questions.

What even were the Borg?

How were they able to just appear from thin air?

How come the attacks from the Pokémon just stopped working?

What had they done to Ingo?

And where were they taking him?

Then something on the screen caught his eye. Something else pulled up beside the cube…

…another spaceship? But this one was different.

It looked almost like some kind of bird pokemon with its odd shape. It had a large disk shaped head, a wide cone of a body and two stick-like wings sticking out of its back that glowed red and blue.

And if Emmet was right, then the beams of light that shot from its body were attacks of some kind.

That other ship had attacked the Borg Cube. It was so much smaller than the cube, and yet it still went after it like a Pidgeotto going after a Fearow.

He watched the Borg cube fired back, slowly backing away from the planet before taking off completely.

Emmet recalled the name the Borg had uttered before they had all disappeared.

Starfleet.

Was this new ship Starfleet?

If they hadn't shown up when they did, things might have been so much worse.

But If they had shown up sooner, they could have saved so many more. Emmet thought bitterly even though he knew that was unfair.

He just hoped that this Starfleet was able to catch that cube and save those that had been taken and bring them back.

Because unless he managed to get his hands on a spaceship of his own, then he had no way of saving his brother from the Borg.

—

Looker watched the footage from the Alola observatory bitterly.

Part of him wished the video had never gotten out. Just the sheer panic this could cause. but another part of him acknowledged that there was no point in hiding it. The Borg, as they called themselves, had not been subtle, everyone had seen them. So there wasn't much to hide.

The only thing this footage showed anyone was that another force had intervened on their behalf.

Looker shook his head and sighed.

What a mess.

An invasion of hostile aliens.

thousands of trainers were abducted, with no trace as to where they could be or how they could get them back.

And all they had been left with was destruction, death, and countless Pokemon who had been left without partners.

What did these Borg even want?

Were they after the Legendary Pokemon? There was no real connection between those that were taken and any of the Legendary or Mythical Pokemon that called this world home. And it couldn’t be a technology the Borg were after, what could they have that a space faring people like the Borg didn’t. And to Looker’s knowledge there hadn’t been any connection between those who had been taken other than they had lived or worked in Populated areas.

In fact, those that had been taken had been everyone from new trainers to facility heads, there was no rhyme or reason to it.

He leaned back in his chair and snatched his phone off the table, flipping through it to check to see he had any messages from Chief Anabel. She had gone to contact members of Ultra-recon-Squad with a copy of the footage, to see if they had any insight on these Borg or anything on the other ship. Maybe there was a way to reach out.

But sadly there was nothing as of yet.

At this point all he, or anyone, could do was wait and try to clean up the mess that had been left behind.

And that was the worse part.

—

[many lightyears away, in the Sol system, on Earth in San Francisco]

“Now I haven’t seen an android this emotionally bent out of shape since Lt Commander Data lost in a game of Strategema on Board the Enterprise D.” The El-Aurian bartender chuckled as she walked towards the table of cadets, placing a comforting hand on the back single synthetic lifeform among them, who currently had his head pressed firmly against the table. “What happened hun?”

He was a little warm…

“He failed the Kobayashi Maru.” one of the other cadets answered, a young Boilan female with bright blue sky and deep navy stripes across her bald head.

“Oh, I see-”

“For the eighth time.” another cadet added, this one a young Vulcan.

Now that actually made Guinan raise a brow. “Oh, I see.” she tried to keep a straight face as she looked back down at the android. “Honey, you know that’s excessive, right? That test is designed to be unbeatable. The last person who did beat it, cheated his ass off.”

“I just don’t understand how that’s possible, you should be able to either pass or fail a test. How can it be a test if all you can do is fail?” The synthetic cadet finally pulled himself away from the table, light of the bar catching the small dots of gold in his otherwise white skin, though his mismatched eyes remained locked onto the table.

Guinan had often wondered if that had been by design or if all they had was a signal yellow and blue eye left when they made him.

“The logic of the Kobayashi Maru is to test how cadets react to a No-Win scenario. It is not meant to be passed by normal means. And to continue to take the test is both illogical and extremely foolish.” the Vulcan explained in the most blunt way possible, looking mildly unpressed at her synthetic classmate as if she had expected better…then again, maybe she did.

“Tv’ell, you and I both know there is no such thing as a No-win scenario. Even if there is only 1 percent then that is ‘technically’ by definition, still a chance for victory.” the Android argued, his attention full on the Vulcan now, his face pulled into a snarl. “And if we’re going to start talking about illogical choices, then how about your completely illogical decision not to retake your linguistics test, despite us all knowing you were not at your best that day.”

“Okay! Since that’s settled, what can I get you guys?” Guinan cut in, not willing to let an emotional android and a totally-not-emotional Vulcan argue over who was the most logical in her bar, no matter how funny it would be.

“A simple iced herbal tea.” Tv’ell answered, settling back down in her seat like she had not just been ready to throw hands with an android.

“Oh, I’ll have a shot of sythale please.” the Boilan smiled happily in her seat.

“Romulan Ale!” the single human of the group finally spoke up, looking a little too pleased with herself as she looked Guinan right in the eyes.

“So, Ice herbal tea, Sythale, and water.” Guinan repeated, rolling her eyes at the human cadet as she wrote down everyone’s order. “Got it.” she finally looked back at the Android who had yet to order anything. “What about you, Zed?” Such a simple name, all because he had a make over his blue eye that looked like Z. “What are you having hun?”

“Oh, nothing for me, Miss Guinan, I’m just going to use this time and…study” Zed replied, reaching down towards his bag and grabbing his PADD.

“Nonsense. I got just the thing” Guian grinned before leaving the group of cadets to return to the bar.

The moment she was gone, the human spoke up once more. “Look, Zed, I’m totally not agreeing with Tv’ell, but if you keep trying to take this test then you’re going to drive yourself crazy.” she grinned over at her roommate and leaned back in her chair. “And chances are even if you find a win they’ll patch it out of the test. Just let the instructors have their win and move on. Besides, don’t you have other things you could be doing?”

“You’re right, Eleas, you’re Right.” Zed finally relented, setting his PADD on the table. “Everytime I even think about that test, I just feel my positronic matrix going into overdrive.” In fact he was feeling a little hot under the collar now, the summer heat was probably messing with his cooling systems, maybe he should have ordered cold water.

“Oh, say it again~”

“Well, if something breaks, let me know. I know and the rest of our engineering class have been dying to take a look inside of that head of yours.”

Rather than comment on the morbidity of Zersa biting at the bit to look inside his head, Zed instead hand a through his hair, pulling a few brown strands back into place, and started searching his PADD for something he was either running behind on, or could get a jump start on. “I’m not even technically on a Command track, I’m Operations and Engineering, so I don’t even know why I’m bothering with it to be honest.”

“Cause your Mister extra credit. That’s why.” Eleas muttered. “What about Advanced Phaser training? Have you taken that yet?”

“Mmh, not yet. I’ll admit, I’ve been putting it off.” Zed hummed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, even if he wasn’t actually physically uncomfortable. “I don’t really want to risk pushing those buttons just yet. People might freak out a bit if they see a Synth with a Phaser.”

“Oh, right, didn’t think of that.”

“A logical conclusion, the Synthetics attack on Mar, could still be fresh in the minds of many that go to the academy. Even though it has since been proven to have been the fault of the romulans.” Tv’ell spoke up, their earlier disagreement seemed to have been forgotten. “Though it is a fear our classmates and colleagues will need to get over, as once you are Aboard a starship, you will in fact be issued a phaser.”

“Are we all forgetting that if Zed does go crazy and tries to kill everyone, it’s going to be with a Sword.” Zersa announced, speaking louder than maybe she should have been, as now everyone in the bar was looking at their table. “I mean Come on, he’s a sword guy.”

It was at this moment that Guinan made her reappearance with drinks in hand, passing them out to each cadet. “Alright, I got Ice Herbal tea for the lovely Vulcan. A shot of Synthale for our Boilan friend. Ice water for the human who thinks she’s a smartass. And for our resident Android…” she set down a tall glass of green-ish gray liquid, with a straw sticking out it. “I call it ‘The No-win-scenario’ enjoy.”

Zed's head tilted slightly, in a way that betrayed his android nature. a habit people weren’t sure if it was hard coded into him or if it was just something he picked up from his guardian. “Curious.” carefully he reached out and took hold of the glass, it was cold to the touch, then he brought it closer so he could actually taste it.

He detected a mix of Mint ice cream with shots of coffee and earl gray tea flavoring, all blended together into a liquid form. Guinan had even used real ice cream too, not the stuff the replactors spat out.

“You like it?” El-Aurian asked with that all knowing look of hers. Zed nodded, he wasn’t sure if this was something a human or another organic lifeform would enjoy, but he found the sensation enjoyable; it also helped that it was cooling his systems down considerably. “Thought, you might. Now you finish that or I’ll have Data on speed dial, letting him know you're not taking care of yourself.”

With that threat clearly hanging in the air, the Android gave El-Aurian a salute “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Once more, Guinan wandered away from their table and back towards the bar.

“Zed, does your dad know the owner here or something?”

“Of course his dad knows her, they served on the Enterprise D together.”

“Guinan did not serve aboard the Enterprise D. She ran a bar that was located on the ship”

“Okay but they were still on the same ship together.”

“Zed’s Dad was on the Enterprise?”

“Yeah! Lt Commander Data, duh!”

“Data is Zed’s Dad?!”

“Actually Zed was created on Coppelius by the synthetics that live there, all of which were made from one of Lt Commander Data’s positronic Neurons. Technically, Data is more akin to Zed’sgrandfather.”

“Okay but-”

With a slight twitch of his head, Zed turned his audio sensors off, allowing him to completely tune his friends out in exchange for focusing on his PADD and his chosen subject.

A Study of the Borg.

There was so much about them that the federation still didn’t know or understand. At every point they were thought to have been beaten, the Borg would return, again and again. Assimilating entire worlds without even a thought.

And worse, trying to rescue those that had been taken was still a high risk low reward mission, most were lucky if they could get one out, anymore then that and you risked putting more people at risk.

And even then the lucky ones had to live with the mental and physical scars left behind. It only got worse the longer they were connected.

But there had to be a way.

Data had told him about the time the Enterprise D managed to save Admiral Picard from the Borg. how he had managed to isolate his captain's personality from the collective with his own positronic net. His Uncle Geordi La Forge had even told him about the Borg named Hugh, a borg who had managed to reclaim his sense of individuality.

There was even Captain Seven of the Enterprise G, she was a liberated Borg, and living proof that the Assimilated could be saved. Even if they weren’t able to remove the implants, they could still be freed from the collective.

But no ships were willing to get close enough or spend enough time around a Borg to do any real testing, and Zed couldn’t really blame them. Not even Android’s were completely immune from assimilation. Resistance maybe, but not immune.

There had to be a way but, Zed couldn’t even begin to think about how to go about it. And chances were, he’d never get the chance to try, after all, what captain would be willing to allow a Synth to try and save a bunch of Borg.

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