An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter two --->
hey remember when I said I was going write that crossover Fic, where Ingo gets assimilated by the Borg.
well I did it.
first chapter is up. even tossed in a little Dojoshipping for a little extra hurt.
calling all Trekkie Submas Fans, probably not a lot of us. lol. anyway enjoy.
All a-Borg is the Tag I'm gonna be using for this one.
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Chapter one: its a beautiful day outside.
“Ah! What a beautiful day!” Ingo hummed as he stretched his arms over his head as he and Emmet exited Gear Station for their lunch break.
The Sun was shining brightly, and after being down in the artificial lighting for most of the day, he found himself squinting against the harsh light, but its rays were warm on his skin. A light breeze was blowing, keeping it from getting too hot and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
It was a perfect summer's day. And Ingo was so glad that it was his day to choose what they were doing for lunch. Emmet’s idea of another simple packed lunch with Elesa in their office just sounded unappealing on a day like this. So instead, Ingo opted to meet Elsa at a small cafe by the park, where they could all get a bite to eat and enjoy the nice weather before heading back to work.
“Much better than staying inside all day!” Ingo announced, breathing in the fresh air as they walked towards the park. This would have been the perfect day to spend with his kids if they weren’t staying with their mother in Sinnoh for the summer.
“Yes, if you enjoy the sun in your eyes.” Emmet quips, clearly just salty that his brother hadn't gone with his idea, now he'd have to enjoy some time outside with his brother and best friend rather than take three bites of a sandwich, before jumping back on the doubles line.
But before Ingo could even begin to call him out on it, he spotted Elesa waving to them. “Hey guys! Over here!” The gym leader called out to them from in front of the café. “Great call on having lunch outside today, it's gorgeous out.”
“Elesa!” Ingo called back, raising his hand in greeting. “Yes, Emmet and I were just talking about how beautiful it was out today, and what a waste it would be to spend our break inside.” He Verbally jabbed at his brother as he quickened his step to join Elesa.
“I am Emmet, and I hope you overheat in that black jacket of yours.” Emmet snapped as he moved to match his twin's pace.
The three of them quickly ordered their food and found a park bench under a tree to eat and relax.
“So, how are the boys doing over in Sinnoh? You must be going crazy without them around.” Elesa started off with some simple small talk, as she took a bite of her wrap.
“Zisu is taking them camping up on Mount Coronet, then Flint is taking them to a festival in Sunyshore city, so they're pretty excited. Kind of wish she had given me more of a heads up that she wanted them for the whole summer, but it's hard to say no when I get them the rest of the year.” Ingo explained, making a point to take off his heavy jacket and set it down next to him. “I mean, I miss the heck out of them, but they should get to spend time with their mother too.”
“Oh, a festival, eh? Sounds like Flint trying to muscle his way into favorite uncle” the model teased turning to look at Emmet with a coy smile.
Emmet simply snorted. “As if. I am Emmet, and it will take a lot more to beat me.”
“So, Ingo, when are you planning to finally pop the question?”
“Question?”
“You know, Tie the Knot, get down on one knee, when are you finally going to propose to Zisu? I’ve had this idea for an amazing wedding collection, and I just think it would be perfect for your big day.”
“Okay, for starters, if I got down on one knee in front of Zisu, the first thing she’s going to do is laugh cause she knows I can’t get back up. Second of all, do we even need to get married? I mean, would it really change much? I don’t know if it's a train that’s ready to leave the station.”
“Oh Come on Ingo, you already have two kids with the woman, both of whom are seven. She is a battle fanatic, she thinks you're charming, you two get along like you’ve known each for years and she is strong enough to pick you up and throw you over her shoulder with ease. Lock that shit down already.”
“Look, you should probably be talking to her about all this, I mean, there’s a chance she’s not into the idea either. We haven’t really talked much about that kind of stuff, mostly just about the kids, different battles, Pokemon, and maybe going out for a coffee when she flies up to drop the kids off.”
As much fun as it would have been to join Elesa in Tormenting his brother’s fear of rejection, Emmet felt his attention shift away from the conversation as he looked out towards the park.
There were people walking calmly down the path, either taking in the beautiful weather or cutting through on their way somewhere else. A few couples and friend groups lounging on the grass. He even spotted a few trainers here and there playing with their pokemon, it was tempting to maybe get a battle or two in.
It really was the perfect day…
So why did he feel so unsettled?
At first he thought that maybe it was just his fries. Maybe they were just too greasy? Maybe they had too much salt? But as he ignored his food, the feeling only seemed to grow, and yet nothing seemed amiss.
With a sigh, he simply shook his head and returned to his food. Maybe Ingo was right, maybe he had been down in the subway tunnels too long, not that he would ever admit it.
So, just closed his eyes, listened to the sounds of his family chatting and the flying types singing.
That’s when he noticed it…
Despite the chatter happening next to him, it was far too quiet.
The flying types that should have been in the trees were completely silent. He couldn’t even hear the sounds from the pokemon that were with their trainers.
It was just so… wrong.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he heard someone call out from a distance.
“Why’s it suddenly dark?” someone else called out.
Emmet opened his eyes, and immediately noticed that bright sunlight that had nearly blinded him earlier, had dimmed considerably, and yet there still wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. So what was going on?
“I don’t remember seeing anything about a solar eclipse today.” Elesa stated as she started to stand up from the bench to see what was happening, and the twins were quick to join her.
All around them, people pointed to the sky, aiming they’re phones towards it as if to get a better look, and once he saw it, Emmet couldn’t blame them.
“What in Arcuses name is THAT!?”
There in the sky, completely blocking out the sun, was a large square shaped object.
It honestly looked a bit silly, looking at it. Like someone had taken a pair of scissors and cut the sun out of the sky, leaving behind a square shaped hole. It just hung there, not seeming to move as everyone in Nimbasa city, maybe even all of Unova, Stared up at it.
“Is that…Some kind of Pokemon?” Ingo questioned as he looked up at the sky like everyone else, titling his head slightly as if that would let him see it better.
“Not one I have ever seen.” Emmet commenting, shaking his head. “It is strange, verrrrry Strange.”
“Maybe it’s an Ultra Beast, like from Alola?” Elesa added, taking a step forward.
There was a green glint from the shape, very small, barely noticeable, but before Emmet could even draw attention to it, Three large balls of energy suddenly came into view.
One struck the Farris wheel over by Elesa’s gym, destroying the wheel and the buildings around it, causing Elesa to scream out in Horror. The Second struck the small stadium, and the final few off towards Castelia. And as each one found its target the ground shook.
“It’s Attacking!?” Ingo shouted over the screams that started erupting, “We need to get Everyone to Safely!”
Emmet nodded but before he could even move the air seemed to shimmer with a greenish tint, and bodies started to form from thin air.
They looked oddly…Human?
Humans with metal, wires, tubes, and devices seemingly grafted to their bodies, Emmet could even see one who’s entire low face had been replaced with tubes and metal. Their skin looked sickly pale covered in sweat and not a hair on their heads.
And there were hundreds of them, from what he could see.
Ingo and Emmet shared a quick look between them.
Was this some kind of new gang like team plasma?
“WE ARE THE BORG!” they all spoke at once, in complete unison. Their voices came from all around and Emmet quickly realized there were far more than he originally thought. “Lower your weapons and surrender yourselves. Existence, as you know it, is over. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your Culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is Futile!”
At that moment, all the ‘Borg’ started to move at once, marching forward at a calm pace towards the nearest person.
At first, the only movement made was a simple backstep to try and put a bit of distance.
Some people tossed out pokemon, but the Borg did not reply in kind.
Some people tried to talk to them, but the Borg did not respond.
One person even ran up to one and punched them in the head, a brave or stupid move, Emmet was unsure. But it did get a reaction, as the Borg swung around with a hand that looked like it belonged on the end of a crane and knocked the poor foolish soul to the ground, before kneeling over them.
At that moment all Hell broke loose, as panic started to arise and people started to try and flee.
Once more, the twins shared a look, the plan had not changed, they needed to get people to safety.
“Elesa!” Ingo called over the crowd with ease, snapping their friend out of her stupor. “Guide as many people to Gear Station as you can, We will cover your retreat!”
“What?! Are you guys crazy?! I’m not leaving you to fight alone!” She cried back, tears still running down her face causing her makeup to run.
“Someone strong needs to lead them there, the Borg, or whatever they seem to be swarming the city.” Ingo added.
“I am Emmet, and we will be fine. We will meet you verrrry soon.” Emmet Urged her on, moving to stand next to his brother as he pulled Eelektross’s Pokeball from his belt.
For a moment, Elesa looked like she was going to argue, before pulling a pokeball from her coat and starting ordering people to follow her. “You two better be there” Emmet heard her mutter before she took off down the street.
Under normal circumstances, the use of Pokemon against humans was frowned upon, as Pokemon could easily cause lasting damage to a person. But when people like team Rocket and Team Plasma attack cities it was at times the only way to protect civilians. And this was no exception.
“Eelektross! Use Thunder Wave!”
“Chandelure! Use Psychic! Try to keep them away from gates!”
“Galvantula! Electroweb!”
“Excadrill! Dig pit holes under their feet. Keep them from moving!”
At first it was working. They were able to gain some ground and push the horde back. Some trainers even joined their efforts and sent out their own pokemon to fight back as they slowly made their way out of the park.
Borg were falling,left, right and center. either paralyzed or completely unmoving to the ground, possibly dying from the assault of all different types. Others were trapped by the very ground under their feet, completely imobile. Some even hung in the air by forces beyond their control.
It was almost ridiculously easy. They weren’t even fighting back. They didn’t send out pokemon of their own to defend themselves, they probably didn’t have any.
But the Borg kept coming, felting over their fallen with little care.
Suddenly, Pokemon attacks were doing less and less damage. Taking two or three hits just to take down a single Borg.
Every Borg that fell from a ranged attack, was soon replaced with one who didn’t even flinch.
If one fell through a hole in the ground and got stuck, the next one was more careful, or was able to pull themselves free.
And Psychic moves started to have less and less effect.
Soon, the moved without any setbacks from any Pokemon.
Worst of all, their numbers didn’t seem to be falling, instead they seemed to be…growing?
The faces of fellow trainers slowly started to disappear from view. At first, Emmet had hoped that they had taken the chance to escape while they could, but their Pokemon were left behind, alone and confused as to where their trainer went.
That’s when he noticed some of the Borg weren’t as armored as the others, and had little to no mechanical attachments. They had hair, and clothes, yet their skin was mottle and black veins could be seen.
And their faces…
Emmet could have sworn he’d seen a few of those faces on the Battle Subway. But that couldn’t be…could it?
Were they turning people?
A hand Suddenly grabbed hold of him, forcing his back to bend backwards as he stared up at the Borg that had ensnared him. It was the face of the trainer who had stood next to him not five minutes ago.
The Borg raised their other hand and Emmet watched in horror as two wire like tendrils broke through the skin and snaked towards his own next.
“EMMET!” Ingo cried as he slammed his body into the side of the Borg, knocking them off their feet and forcing them to release the younger twin.
Quickly, Emmet scrambled away, getting back to his feet before he could be grabbed again.
But as before, the Borg seemed to learn, and Emmet could only watch as he brother was held still by two sets of hands, as a third came towards his neck.
It Happened in seconds, yet to Emmet, it felt like a lifetime.
He watched in horror as wires came out of one the Borg’s arms and sunk deep into Ingo’s neck, and his brother’s body went slack, the colour completely drained from his skin, and black veins crawled their way up his Skin.
The Borg released his brother, and when Ingo looked back at him it was with a cold dead stare as he joined in their march.
“Ingo.” Emmet muttered as his brother started to walk towards him at a steady pace, his skin becoming paler and more sickly with every step. “Ingo, Please.”
But there was no response, his brother just continued forward.
“Ingo, I don’t know what they did to you, but I’m sure it can be undone, please just fight it.” Emmet begged, trying to keep out of reach, now completely aware of the danger that was not in front of him.
Even if that danger now had the face of his brother.
Ingo suddenly grabbed his arm, and pulled him close with surprising strength.
“I am Emmet. Ingo, I know you’re still in there, please.” At this distance Emmet could almost see something moving under his brother’s skin, puppeting him around, changing him. Yet he could also feel the hesitation with Ingo’s movements.
Ingo wasn’t reaching towards his neck, just merely holding him in place and staring at him; tears building up in his eyes and dripping down his face without a single blink or twitch of his face. Emmet got the feeling he couldn’t even begin to understand the horror his brother was feeling right now.
“Ingo.”
“StarFleet” The Borg all spoke at once, Ingo’s voice joining their unity. “Initiate tactical retreat”
The hand holding onto his arm released without warning, and Emmet stumbled back, watching as the air started to shimmer once more with that greenish tint around all of the Borg, brother now included with the mix, as they all started to dematerialize into thin air; leaving only bodies and destruction behind.
Emmet stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the exact spot Ingo had been standing moments before. His hands shook from what he just saw, only to be nearly blinded by the sun as the square shaped object disappeared from the sky.
“Ingo?”