> Darkening Star
>  by John41
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> Prologue - The Gift Revealed
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Darkening Star
Prologue
The Gift Revealed


“Captain, somebody’s trying to access the subspace transmitter.”

Captain Kathryn Janeway walked over behind the conn station, peering over her helmsman’s shoulder at the console’s readouts. The transmitter was indeed in use, broadcasting from the Jeffries tube off of main engineering. The captain felt a sinking feeling in her chest as she realized the implications. Seven of Nine, the Borg drone they had recently liberated, was attempting to contact the Collective. 

Janeway mentally berated herself as she returned to her command chair. She had assigned Seven to work in engineering with the hope that she could help them clear the Borg technology that was preventing the starship Voyager from going to warp. Clearly she had given the former drone too much latitude and now her entire crew was at risk.

“Torres to bridge,” the ship’s chief engineer called over the ship’s communications system. “Captain, I don’t know how, but she’s erected some kind of force field around the door. We can’t break through it.”

Janeway looked to her left where Commander Chakotay was at work, bent over the small console between their chairs. “She’s bypassed our security protocols,” he uttered, concern apparent in his voice.

“Disable the transmitter,” Janeway ordered.

Chakotay shook his head. “It’s too late.”

Suddenly, the groaning of bending metal could be heard across the ship and the bridge crew exchanged puzzled glances. 

From his position at the conn station Lieutenant Tom Paris stared wide-eyed at his console. “Captain, the bulkheads on deck eleven, section twelve, are in a state of molecular flux,” he shouted over the noise.

The bridge was jostled by a short series of vibrations, before the screeching noise was silenced. Janeway took a moment to search the terminal she shared with her first officer to try and find their source.

“Tuvok to bridge,” the voice of the ship’s chief security officer permeated the bridge. “Status.”

“There was some kind of explosion in the Jeffries tube just as she was about to initiate her transmission,” Janeway responded looking over the data on the small terminal. “We don’t know what caused it.” A brief moment passed before she heard Tuvok’s reply.

“I believe I may have the answer, captain.”


* * *


Far from Earth, deep in the Delta Quadrant of the galaxy, a vessel traveled through the void between stars. Physically, the ship was simple in design: a perfect sphere. It was an efficient design, with no space was wasted – all was designed to serve its creators. Unlike the vessels of other races, the sphere-ship had no bridge, no living quarters, nor recreational facilities. These things were trivial. Unnecessary. Irrelevant.

Spacecraft designs of many space-faring races, while functional, were also abstractions of those races’ beliefs. In this way, the sphere was no different; it represented the goal of its creators, the singular purpose to which they strived.

Perfection.

A goal as simple as the design of their ship, and like their ship, one they pursued with the utmost efficiency. 

They were the Borg.

To achieve perfection, The Borg sought out technology. The technological advances of other races, be they weapons, engines, ships, cybernetics – all technology that they deemed worthy was taken and added to their own. They made it just as much a part of their ships as they made it a part of themselves. This was a very literal process for the Borg, for they augmented their bodies with technology, enhancing their otherwise limited biological forms, making them stronger, faster, smarter, closer to perfection.

However, technology was not all they sought. The biological distinctiveness of other races was just as important as the technological. Therefore, races with biological traits they deemed worthy were sought out, and the members of those races were assimilated and added to the Borg. Just as their bodies were enhanced with technology, so too were they enhanced biologically, their genetic code improved by the distinctiveness of the races they added to their own. They were, in a sense, evolving towards a state of perfection.

Aboard the sphere there was no debate, no indecision and no uncertainty. There were no individuals; all were one. Their minds were all connected, forming a hive-mind. The Collective. It was a single consciousness made up of the minds of all those assimilated by the Borg. Willingly or not, the knowledge and experience of those they assimilated was made a part of the hive-mind, while their bodies were augmented and made to serve the Collective as drones. The will of the Borg could not be resisted; it was absolute.

They were the Borg, and resistance was futile.

An alarm sounded within the sphere. The ship’s communications array had picked up a transmission. It was only a partial signal, but its meaning was undeniable.

“A Borg proximity signal has been detected,” a loud voice boomed and echoed throughout the sphere. It was the voice of the Borg Collective, a voice made up of the thoughts of billions of minds all speaking as one. “Origin, Unimatirx 291, Grid 096. Alter course to intercept.”

A humming sound resonated through the ship as the sphere’s transwarp coils began to charge. The hull of the sphere began to take on a bright greenish tinge, in stark contrast to the dark grey and black exterior. Once the charging was complete and the ship’s energy output reached its zenith, the Sphere shot forward and disappeared in a flash of green light. Its heading set on a direct course for the starship Voyager.


* * *


“Prepare a shuttle for launch and have Tuvok meet me on deck six.”

“Captain?”

“Kes is leaving us.”

The Turbolift doors hissed shut as Lieutenant Tuvok left the bridge, leaving Commander Chakotay to mull over his captain’s last order. Kes had been a valuable member of Voyager’s crew for almost three years. The thought of losing her as a crewmember, nurse and friend was an unpleasant one. Despite that fact, Chakotay knew her decision to leave was made with Voyager’s best interests in mind. Kes’ rapidly developing psionic abilities were beginning to threaten both the crew and even the ship itself. Just yesterday she had managed to create an energy discharge in the Jeffries tube that had prevented Seven of Nine from completing her message to the Borg Collective. Unfortunately, the resulting blast had severely weakened the ship’s infrastructure across the entire deck.

An explosion rocked the ship, causing some of the officers on the bridge to stumble. Chakotay’s mind was quickly shaken from his reflections back to the situation at hand.

“Janeway to Chakotay,” came the captain’s voice over the ship’s communications system. “Beam us directly to the shuttlebay!”

Chakotay nodded towards the operations station to his left where Ensign Harry Kim was posted. 

Kim’s fingers danced across his console as he attempted to operate the ship’s transporters. A bead of sweat appeared on his brow when the console chirped negatively, denying his request.

“The molecules in Kes’ body are destabilizing,” the young ensign called over the beeping console. “It’s interfering with the transporter.”

“Captain, we can’t get a lock,” Chakotay stated, responding to the captain via the comm.

“Acknowledged,” came the captain’s reply. Chakotay could have sworn he heard her start to say something else but the comm line was closed before he could make it out.

Outside, the hull of Voyager was beginning to buckle. The solid duranium plating began to twist and ripple as if it were liquid. On the bridge, the sound of screeching and bending metal almost drowned out the sound of the Red Alert claxon. The bridge crew looked around anxiously, as if expecting the bulkheads to break apart at any moment. 

“What’s happening?” Chakotay shouted over the roaring alarms and screeching metal. 

From his station at the front of the bridge, the ship’s helmsman answered. “The hull is destabilizing,” Lieutenant Paris called, reading the information displayed on his terminal. “The molecular bonds are breaking down.”

A section of the outer hull came apart in a fiery display, shaking the ship violently. On the bridge, the force of the blast was enough to cause the Master System Display to short out and explode, knocking the crewman working that station backwards and sending them tumbling over the guardrail behind the captain’s chair. Chakotay sprang from his own chair and helped the stunned crewman to her feet. Fortunately she had not been injured. The crewman nodded thanks to the commander and quickly returned to her station. As Chakotay was returning to his chair, a second explosion rattled the ship causing him to stumble forward landing awkwardly in his seat.

“Hull breach on decks three, four and five!” Kim shouted, his hands still working the console.

“Emergency containment fields!” Chakotay ordered.

The creaking and groaning of the hull intensified and Chakotay wondered whether the ship would hold together long enough for the captain and Kes to reach the shuttlebay. As if responding to his unspoken thoughts the captain’s voice sounded over the comm once again.

“Janeway to bridge. Kes is aboard the shuttle. Initiate launch sequence.”

“Acknowledged,” Chakotay replied, tapping a few buttons on the small control terminal set between the captain and first officer’s chairs.

The shuttlebay doors opened at the rear of the ship and a lone Class 2 shuttlecraft flew out, quickly gaining momentum and moving away from Voyager.

“Shuttle distance, one hundred thousand kilometres. Speed, one quarter impulse,” said Paris as he operated his terminal, calling up an image of the shuttle on the bridge’s main view screen.

The turbolift doors hissed open once more. Captain Janeway and Lieutenant Tuvok entered the bridge, the latter taking the tactical station while the former moved to the center of the room, giving the view screen a scrutinizing look.

“Can you hail her?” Janeway asked, her full attention fixed on the image of the fleeing shuttlecraft.

“I’ve been trying,” Kim answered with a hint of frustration in his voice. A faint crackle of static could be heard over the comm system before the shuttle pilot responded to their hails.

“It’s happening. It’s happening to me,” Kes’ soft voice answered. Her tone carried no fear, but an air of excitement and gratitude.

“Her atomic structure is completely destabilizing!” Kim shouted, staring in disbelief at the readouts his instruments were giving him. The image on the main view screen brightened suddenly as the shuttle began to glow and light started streaming out of the tiny craft’s cockpit windows.

“My gift to you,” was the last message Voyager received from Kes before the shuttle was enveloped by, and disappeared in, a massive flash of light. The officers on the bridge were blinded by the intense glow that seemed to permeate the hull and envelop everything in the room. In an instant it was gone, leaving a puzzled crew and no sign of the shuttle.

“What happened? Where’s the shuttle?” Janeway asked, unable to see any trace of the little craft.

“The shuttle is no longer registering on the ship’s sensors,” Tuvok answered. Before he could utter another word, Lieutenant Paris cut him off.

“What is that?!” Paris shouted staring at the main viewer. The rest of the bridge crew turned their attention to the large rectangular screen. Where the shuttle had once been, there was now a swirling mass of light and energy. At its core, the mass was bright yellow with orange highlights running up and down its jagged form. Along its outer edges, long tendrils of energetic orange plasma could be seen arcing and swaying against the black backdrop. It almost looked like a tear in the very fabric of space.

“It’s some kind of subspace anomaly,” Kim called from behind, his attention fixed on his console’s readouts. “I’m picking up high graviton emissions and intermittent tachyon bursts.”

“A wormhole?” Janeway posed, looking back at the young ensign.

“No, it’s more like an interspatial rift. Similar…” Kim’s voice trailed off as he made a sudden realization. “Similar to the singularities used by Species 8472,” he stammered, unable to subdue the anxiety in his voice.

“Tuvok, scan for bio-ships!” the captain snapped, quickly taking a seat in her command chair.

“Back us off, Tom,” Chakotay ordered. “Nice and slow.”

At the conn station, Paris’ attempts to move the ship were met with more negative chirping from his console. “The helm’s not responding.”

“Captain,” Tuvok called from tactical. “Sensors are registering transwarp signatures. A conduit is approaching.”

“Shields to maximum! All hands to battle stations!” the captain commanded, a determined scowl plastered across her face. It seemed as if their Borg guest had indeed been able to get a message through to the Collective. Now they were coming to collect her and, no doubt, assimilate the entire crew in the process.

In a green flash the Borg sphere re-entered normal space, taking up position between Voyager and the strange anomaly. The vessel was massive; easily three times Voyager’s length in diameter. Its dark grey metallic surface was covered in uneven asymmetrical plating, all at right angles to one another. The bridge crew’s undivided attention was now fixed on the sphere hanging in the center of the main view screen.

“We are being hailed,” Tuvok stated.

The captain took a deep breath. “Open a channel.” They all knew what the Collective would say, but Janeway felt keeping them talking might buy her some time to figure a way out of this mess. The comm crackled with static, a sign of a bad connection between two vessels so close together.

“We… …the Borg. You… …assimilated. Resistance is-.” The Borg communication was abruptly silenced.

“Harry?” Chakotay inquired, looking back at the ops station once more.

“There are intense gravimetric distortions coming from the anomaly,” Kim answered. “They’re interfering with all the ship’s systems.”

“Captain!” Paris shouted, drawing all eyes back to the front of the room. On the view screen the Borg sphere could be seen drifting towards the churning mass of yellow and orange. Without warning a tendril of orange plasma arced out from the anomaly and struck the sphere. The energy discharge licked across the surface of the sphere, tearing at the hull and rending entire sections of its plating apart. Small explosions could be seen emanating from within the ship as a second wave of energy ripped across the opposite side of the vessel. Just as the ship’s hull began to buckle and collapse in on itself, the ship was enveloped in the yellow light at the center of the anomaly and in a flash was gone with naught but a few scattered fragments of its hull remaining.

On the bridge the officers watched in silence, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. Anything capable of destroying a Borg ship was something to be respected – and feared. 

Vibrations began to rattle the bridge as Kim’s console began beeping a warning. “The gravimetric distortions are increasing!” he called.

“We’re being pulled in!” Paris yelled, still unable to make any change to the ships course.

Janeway tapped the communications terminal on the arm of her chair. “Bridge to engineering, we need warp power now!”

“The plasma injectors are still blocked. It’s just not happening,” Torres’ voice sounded through the bridge’s speakers. “The impulse engines are running at a hundred and twelve percent of normal, it’s all I’ve got.”

“It’s not enough!” the helmsman cried.

Voyager plummeted towards the swirling mass of energy. As the ship fell closer, an energy discharge struck its side, dancing across the exterior, rending sections of the primary and secondary hulls before passing through the port nacelle. Heavily damaged and venting atmosphere, Voyager passed the mass’ bright yellow threshold, disappearing in a flash of light, along with the anomaly itself, leaving nothing in its wake save a few pieces of debris floating against the blackness of space.
> Chapter I - Convergence
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Darkening Star
Chapter I
Convergence


“Coffee, Black.”

Rarity cringed at the order placed by the mare at the table next to hers. Who in their right mind took their coffee black? The alabaster unicorn sat back in her chair on the café’s patio and nursed her own caffe latte in quiet contemplation. She knew she shouldn’t judge, but the mere thought of drinking that swill on its own made her stomach turn. 

“Geesh, Rarity, take any coffee with your milk?”

Shaken from her thoughts, the white unicorn looked up from the table attempting to find the source of the rough voice that had called to her.  She quickly spotted a smirking Rainbow Dash sauntering over from across the street with Pinkie Pie bounding close behind her. Rarity tried to force a frown at her friend’s jibe, but found she could only manage a smirk of her own. She was just happy to see her friends approaching.

“It’s a latte, Rainbow Dash. Steamed milk with espresso. You should try it sometime.”

The cyan pegasus grimaced. “Espresso? No thanks. Coffee tastes awful no matter what you put in it.”

“I don’t know, Dashie,” Pinkie Pie said, bounding on the spot next to her friend with a goofy grin plastered across her face. “Think of all the pranks we could pull if you didn’t need to nap all the time.”

“Hey, don’t knock napping!” Rainbow Dash responded defensively. “I wouldn’t be half as good at my job without a good snooze once in a while.”

The pink pony giggled at that, while Rarity shook her head and took another sip of her latte. She couldn’t deny Rainbow Dash was good at her job. The skies above Ponyville were almost always on forecast and the regularity of the weather was due in no small part to Rainbow’s work. The cyan pegasus could often be seen early in the morning, clearing the clouds from the sky or setting up the rain showers. Between that and her stunt flying, it was a wonder Rainbow Dash didn’t sleep more than she did.

“Rarity, you excited for our trip to Canterlot tomorrow?” the pink pony posed.

The white unicorn smiled at the mention of their upcoming trip. “I am indeed, Pinkie. I have several new dress designs I’m sure will impress the retailers attending the fashion expo next week.” As she imagined all the potential business she could drum up at the expo, Rarity’s eyes fell on the Rainbow Dash. “It’s a shame you’re not coming with us, Rainbow. I could use somepony to model for me.”

“Ugh, pass,” Rainbow Dash muttered, obviously less enthused with the idea of modeling than the fashionista was. “Besides, the rest of us are going on that camping trip with Twilight.”

“You mean that Canterlot Academy-funded expedition organised by the Faculty of Natural Sciences to conduct a detailed zoological survey of a remote section of the Everfree forest?”

Both Rarity and Rainbow Dash stared blankly at Pinkie Pie, unable to decide whether it was more impressive that she had remembered all of those details or that she had managed to convey them all in a single breath. Shaking it off as just Pinkie being Pinkie, The alabaster unicorn took another sip of her coffee.

“Hardly sounds like something you’d volunteer for, Rainbow,” Rarity pondered aloud, eyeing the remaining liquid at the bottom of her coffee cup.

“Hey, Twilight asked me and I wasn’t about to let them go alone,” Rainbow replied, waving a hoof dismissively. “I am the Element of Loyalty after all. Who do you think is going to make sure no rogue storms roll in over the campsite?”

“Hmm,” Rarity murmured, “Isn’t there an audit being conducted on the Ponyville weather department next week?”

“W-what?” Rainbow Dash stammered, caught off guard by her friend’s assertion. “That has nothing to do with it!” she affirmed, running a nervous hoof through her multi-coloured mane.

“Of course not,” Rarity replied, her face breaking into a sly smile. “Perish the thought.”

“You’re leaving today aren’t you, Dashie?”

Rainbow Dash’s eyes widened at Pinkie’s question and she quickly looked over towards the Ponyville clock tower. “Uh, yeah, - actually, I should get going. Twilight was kind of expecting me at the library half an hour ago,” she continued, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.

The white unicorn sighed. “We’ll go with you. We should be there to see you all off anyway.” She quickly drained her remaining coffee and rose from her seat, leaving a small pile of coins next to her empty cup. Rarity had left a sizable tip; she was feeling generous today. Well, more generous than the Element of Generosity typically felt. “Shall we?”

The trip to the library was a short, if not uneventful one. The trio witnessed the wall-eyed pegasus mail-mare make a crash landing into somepony’s front door. The ditzy grey mare managed to shake off the impact and deliver the mail to the owner of said house, before repeating the crash at the house next-door. How she managed to never lose a letter and deliver the mail on time without suffering multiple percussive head injuries remained a mystery. 

Rarity looked up and smiled as the trio approached the Ponyville library. At first glance, the building carved out of the trunk of a living tree was completely out of place amid the clusters of thatch-roofed houses. Despite that it, the building’s organic framework gave it an inviting and natural feeling. It was perhaps a testament to the mindset of the residents of Ponyville. While other cities saw nature as an obstacle to be overcome, Ponyville embraced it and incorporated it into their own town planning.

Rainbow Dash gave a few firm knocks on the library door before entering, followed by Rarity and Pinkie Pie. Inside the library’s central chamber they could see three ponies and one baby dragon assembled around a table, looking over a long piece of parchment paper. A certain lavender unicorn turned her attention from the parchment towards the newcomers and greeted them with a wide grin.

“Rainbow, you made it. Finally,” Twilight Sparkle said, her grin never faltering. “It’s a good thing I budgeted some extra time on the schedule. Spike, check Rainbow Dash off the list.”

“Got it,” the small purple dragon answered, quill in hand. He quickly found Rainbow Dash’s name on the long parchment and jotted a small check mark down in the empty box next to it. The two remaining ponies, a behatted orange earth pony and a canary yellow pegasus, left the table and joined them. 

“We were all starting to wonder if you’d show,” Applejack said adjusting her Stetson hat.

“Hey, I said I’d be here didn’t I?” Rainbow replied. “I just got a little distracted. I wouldn’t leave anypony hanging.”

“Um, excuse me, but-.” Fluttershy began in a quiet voice, but was quickly cut off by Applejack.

“A’ course not, RD. The orange pony brought a hoof to her chin and gazed upward as if in deep thought. “Well… except for that one time-.”

“One time, one time!” the cyan pegasus shouted angrily. “And I wouldn’t have slept through it if I hadn’t pulled a double shift the night before because a certain apple farmer said she needed rain.”

“Girls I think-.”

Applejack’s eyes narrowed. “Ah told ya Ah needed that shower two weeks ahead of time. It ain’t mah fault y’all left it to the last minute-.”

“Girls!”

All eyes immediately fell on Fluttershy, who shrank slightly under their collective gazes. The timid yellow pegasus rarely ever rose her voice and the group was taken aback by her outburst.

“Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting,” Fluttershy squeaked, her voice almost a whisper, “but I think there’s somepony at the door.” 

The lavender unicorn shook off the shock of her friend’s outburst and quickly trotted over to the door. Standing just outside the door’s threshold were two ponies; the first, a dull copper coloured earth pony stallion and the second, a figure covered from head to tail in a dark purple cloak.

“Professor Trottson!” Twilight beamed as she ushered her former teacher into the library.

“Twilight my dear, so good to see you again,” The stallion replied.

“Likewise. And thank you again for inviting us to participate in the expedition!”

“Please Twilight,” the professor started, brushing a hoof through his messy brown mane. “Even in my class you demonstrated a remarkable talent for observation and analysis, and, unwittingly or not, you and your friends have more first-hoof experience with the creatures of Everfree than anypony in the past century. Speaking of which, perhaps some introductions are in order?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Twilight apologized hastily, glancing back at her friends. “This is Applejack, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash,” she said, gesturing to each of her friends in turn. “Pinkie Pie and Rarity here had some prior commitments and won’t be able to come with us. Girls, this is Professor Adrian Trottson, the current chair of the Faculty of Natural Sciences at the Canterlot Academy, and Equestria’s foremost expert on zoology. He’s also the author of several books including The Equestrian Bestiary, The-.”

“That’s quite enough, Twilight,” the professor interrupted. “I’m here as your colleague, not a guest lecturer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. Please allow me to introduce you to my wife, Serene,” he continued, motioning towards the cloaked figure next to him.

“Wait, what? Your wife?!” Twilight said flabbergasted, her head rapidly whirling between the professor and his cloaked companion.

The professor looked perplexed. “Did I not tell you she was coming?”

“Your letter said your assistant would be joining us, not your wife!”

“Oh, well yes, I suppose I did say that,” Trottson mumbled, grinning sheepishly. “Though, in my defence, at the time of writing she was my assistant. We were wed just last week. I... uh, guess that detail slipped my mind.”

Twilight just shook her head and sighed. Even as learned as the stallion was, some things seemed to sail right over his head. Perhaps that was part of his charm. He had a certain naivety about him that let him see and approach situations in a different way. It was, no doubt, part of the reason he was so well liked on campus. Twilight held him among her favourite teachers.

“Congratulations!” offered Pinkie Pie, zipping up and rapidly shaking the married couple’s fore-hooves. “Hey, do you know what this calls for?”

“Sorry Pinkie,” Twilight said, “No parties. The train will be arriving soon. We just don’t have enough time for that.” 

“Awww.” Pinkie’s mood crashed at Twilight’s statement; her poufy pink mane visibly deflated. 

Fluttershy moved next to the pink pony and placed a hoof on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Pinkie. It just means you’ll have more time to plan the party for when we get back.” That seemed to bring Pinkie Pie out of her saddened state and within moments she was happily bounding around the library again as if nothing had happened.

The cloaked figure finally moved from her position beside the professor towards a coatrack near the door and began to disrobe. With her cowl and cape removed, the assembled ponies got their first look at the professor’s wife. The pegasus mare had a light greyish-purple coat and a two-toned light lavender mane, but perhaps her most striking feature was the pair of bat-like wings in place of the feathery ones sported by most pegasi.

Rainbow Dash immediate drifted over towards Serene. “Those are awesome! You’re one of Princess Luna’s guards?”

“Yes,” The bat-winged pegasus replied, smiling and bowing her head. “I received The Lunar Princess’ blessing when I was younger and, until recently, have spent my life in Her Royal Highness Princess Luna’s service as a member the Royal Lunar Guard.”

“You’re not a guard pony anymore?”

“I am always at Her Royal Highness Princess Luna’s command,” Serene stated, standing resolute. “However, shortly after The Lunar Princess’ return, I felt the need to broaden my experience. Her Highness graciously gave me leave to explore my own academic pursuits. The Academy was in need of an assistant night librarian. The position offered a new set of challenges along with the opportunity to further my own education.”

“I take it that’s where you met Professor Trottson?” Twilight asked before turning to her former teacher. “Professor, you never did seem to be able to reach the library at a reasonable hour.”

“Um, yes... uh,” the professor stuttered, caught off guard. “Well, you’re one to talk, young lady,” he quickly managed a retort. “I seem to recall running into you on more than a few evenings while you were taking my classes. ‘Just a few more pages,’ you’d always say.”

“Yeah, that sounds familiar,” Spike agreed, earning himself an angry glare from a blushing Twilight.

“You are of course correct, Twilight,” Trottson continued. “I did meet Serene at the library. It did not take long in her company for me to become completely smitten by her.”

“Most ponies are intimidated by those of us who bear The Lunar Princess’ blessing,” Serene said, her smile falling slightly. “But from the moment we met, Adrian has never once treated me as anything less than the most special mare in Equestria.” The bat-winged pegasus’ amber eyes glowed brightly as she beamed at her husband. “He also discovered my crippling weakness for sweets, something he has exploited to great effect,” she added patting her middle with her foreleg.

The lavender unicorn had not noticed until Serene had pointed it out, but the bat-winged pegasus did sport several pronounced curves around her flanks and barrel. In spite of that fact, the muscles of her legs and wings appeared strong and well-toned. Twilight figured Serene could probably still give most guard ponies a run for their money in strength and endurance, if not speed, even with the added girth.

“All is fair in love and war,” The professor remarked, drawing his wife closer and nuzzling her cheek affectionately. “Besides my dear, you look just as lovely now as the day I first laid eyes on you.”

Twilight was a bit stunned by the professor’s overt display of affection. She reasoned it was because she had so seldom seen him outside of a classroom environment. The lavender unicorn noticed her friends’ reactions seemed varied as well. Rarity and Fluttershy looked almost starry-eyed, no doubt finding the whole notion quite romantic, while on the other side of the room Rainbow Dash and Spike were making gagging motions, obviously not impressed with the display. Before Twilight could scold the two troublemakers, Rarity spoke.

“You both have my most heartfelt felicitations. I do have one question though,” Rarity continued, looking a bit uncertain. “And I certainly don’t want to come across as sounding rude for asking, but-.”

“Why are we honeymooning in the Everfree forest?” Serene stated quietly, completing the white unicorn’s sentence.

Rainbow Dash scoffed at that. “Yeah, it’s not exactly a popular holiday destination.”

“As I’m sure Twilight has told you, the expedition was approved rather suddenly,” the professor began, his demeanour completely changing as he entered lecture mode. He adjusted the wide rimmed glasses on his snout before continuing. “I’ve been trying to get authorization for an expedition to the remote parts of the Everfree forest for years, but the academy simply hasn’t been able to come up with the funding until recently.”

“If we had passed up the expedition in favour of our own plans, the funding would have gone elsewhere. We agreed that we simply could not let that happen,” Serene added.

“So, what exactly are we gonna be doing out there?” the orange farm-pony asked, just barely able to get a few words in edgewise.

“We’re hoping to gather more information on the fauna of the Everfree forest,” the professor answered, his voice almost shaking with enthusiasm. “The southernmost region has never been explored and presents us with a rare opportunity to see these creatures in a new environment. We hope to learn more about the more obscure species and perhaps even discover new ones.”

“Given my… unique talents, the professor and I will be mainly observing the nocturnal creatures,” the former guard pony offered. “Miss Sparkle and her team will be in charge of diurnal observations.”

“We’ll be taking the train as far as Dodge Junction, then we’ll be carting our supplies north across the plains, all the way to the southern edge of the Everfree forest.”

“Seems like a bit of a roundabout way to get to Everfree, don’t it?” Applejack asked, scratching her head. “Ah mean, Ponyville is right next to the forest.”

“The Everfree forest is a big place, Applejack,” Twilight answered, revelling in the opportunity to contribute to the lecture. “It would take days to hoof it all the way through to the other side of the forest, especially with all the supplies we’ll be taking with us. It would be just as hard to fly since there are no reliable cloud banks for the pegasi to rest on.”

The professor nodded to Twilight in approval. “A few undergraduate students and a small contingent of guards will be joining us there in a few days. It’s taking them longer to get organized than previously anticipated.”

“Shouldn’t we wait for the guards to be ready before we go into the forest?” inquired the timid yellow pegasus.

“Do not worry, Miss Fluttershy,” Serene said reassuringly. “I may be fat, but I am still a member of the Lunar Guard. I will not let anything happen to you or your friends.” She then took an over exaggerated bow.

That seemed to put the yellow pegasus at ease… for about the two seconds it took her to realize what was implied by the statement. “W-wait! I-I-I d-didn’t mean-,” Fluttershy stammered, but she trailed off when Serene erupted in a fit of giggling.

“You’ll have to forgive Serene,” Professor Trottson said, frowning at his wife. “She was only teasing you, Miss Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy looked over to Serene, who winked and gave her a toothy grin. She shrank a bit upon seeing the bat-winged pegasus’ fangs, but managed a weak smile.

A faint whistling permeated the air of the library. Applejacks ears twitched, swivelling around to catch the sound.

“Sounds like the train’s here.”

“Yes, well we’d best be off,” the professor said, motioning to the door. “All the expedition supplies would have been loaded before the train left Canterlot. We can depart as soon as your own things are stowed aboard.”

“Alright,” Twilight agreed. “Spike, you’re in charge of the library until I get back.”

“Don’t worry, Twilight. You can count on me,” the young dragon replied, giving her a salute.

The group of ponies trotted towards the door. Twilight, Fluttershy and Applejack strapped on their saddlebags - each bulging with supplies - that they had left near the door. Rainbow Dash, who had evidently decided that she did not need to bring anything, quickly flew out of the library ahead of the others. As Rarity was making her way out behind the rest of the group, she noticed Serene carefully donning the cloak she had entered with.

“Darling, it’s far too nice a day out there for you to be bundling yourself up like that,” Rarity said, ambling over towards her.

Serene gave a fleeting smile to the alabaster unicorn before continuing adjusting her cowl. “While The Lunar Princess’ blessing gives me great strength and stamina, it is not without disadvantages. Her Royal Highness Princess Celestia’s sun makes me very… uncomfortable. This cloak protects me from its rays.” She noticed Rarity giving her a sad frown. “Please don’t give me that look, Miss Rarity,” Serene quickly added. “It is a burden that all those who serve the Lunar Princess must bear, but it is one we accept gladly.” With that she quickly exited the library and re-joined the others, followed closely by the white unicorn.

The Ponyville train station was not as large or impressive as the stations of other towns; it was built with only simplicity and functionality in mind. The entire station consisted of a long, raised wooden platform opposite the tracks, with a small building next to it where tickets were sold and train schedules posted. Only a few ponies could be seen getting on and off the train; the Dodge Junction run wasn’t nearly as busy as those to Canterlot or Fillydelphia.

As the group approached the station, a few porters arrived to take the girls’ saddlebags. Professor Trottson began passing out the tickets the Academy had provided to each of his traveling companions. Almost as soon as he was finished, a commotion below the platform drew their attention. A tall figure was approaching. She was a large white pony, standing almost two heads taller than anypony else, who sported both a pair of feathery white wings and a long horn atop her head. She was flanked on either side by two white pegasi clad in ornate gold-plated armour. The Solar Princess had arrived.

“Princess Celestia!” all the members of the group called in unison and then quickly bowed. Upon rising, Twilight trotted over to her mentor.

“Hello, my little ponies,” Celestia greeted them. “Twilight Sparkle, my faithful student, how are you? I was hoping I’d be able to see you off on your first official assignment for the Academy.”

“Thank you Princess. I can’t wait to get there and start taking notes.” The lavender unicorn was almost quivering with excitement.

Celestia chuckled. “Twilight, I sometimes wonder if a quill and parchment, like the professor’s cutie mark, wouldn’t suit you better than that starburst on your flank.” The group joined the princess in laughter, save Twilight who blushed, but managed to keep smiling.

“Professor Trottson, I hear congratulations are in order,” The Solar Princess continued, looking towards the group’s lone stallion. “It seems rather cruel of the Academy to force you to choose between your honeymoon and your expedition. Perhaps you and I can have a word with the board once you return.”

The professor’s eyes widdend at the Princess’ offer and he struggled to keep a smirk from forming on his face. “It would be an honour, Princess,” he replied by bowing, ultimately failing to keep a neutral expression.

“Be sure to take every precaution, professor.” The Solar Princess’ face darkened ever so slightly and her voice took on a more serious tone. “The Everfree forest is a dangerous place.”

“Of course, Princess,” Trottson replied, nodding vigorously.

“Oh, Princess Celestia?” Fluttershy murmured, trying to work up the courage to address the princess. “Please thank Princess Luna for the meteor shower two nights ago for us.”

“Oh yeah,” Rainbow Dash added. “That was awesome!”

Twilight gave her friends a puzzled look. “Meteor shower? There wasn’t a meteor shower scheduled this month.”

“I saw it too!” Pinkie shouted standing on her hind legs and waving her fore-hooves in the air. “They were all like whoosh and zoom and whoa-.” The pink pony fell over backwards.

The Solar Princess gave a quiet laugh at the pink pony’s antics before responding. “My sister Luna was at a trade summit in Zebreica this past week. I’m sure she was just showing everypony back home that she was thinking of us.” Before Celestia had a chance to comment further, a loud voice sounded across the station.

“All aboard.”

The assembled ponies said their goodbyes and six of them filed on to the train, leaving Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Celesita and her escorts together on the station platform watching the train depart. Once the train was out of sight The Solar Princess turned to the two remaining ponies.

“Rarity, Pinkie Pie,” Celestia began. “Twilight’s last letter mentioned you will be traveling to Canterlot. Would the two of you like to return with me now and stay as guests at the castle?”

Rarity looked up at the princess in awe. “Why, of course. We’d be honoured, Princess,” she replied excitedly.  “But what about my things? I have several suitcases full of dresses for the fashion expo.”

“Somepony will be sent to retrieve anything you need from Ponyville tomorrow.”

The alabaster unicorn and the pink pony exchanged a glance. The latter wore a grin so large it threatened the limits of what was physically possible. “We couldn’t turn down such a gracious offer,” Rarity answered.

“Woo-hoo, I call shotgun!” Pinkie shouted, zipping over to where the princess’ chariot had been left.

Rarity and Celestia shared puzzled stares, and both pegasus guards raised a single eyebrow, all unable to guess what ‘shotgun’ was. Shaking it off, the guards hitched themselves to the chariot while the princess and the fashionista joined the pink pony in the back. They took to the skies swiftly, leaving Ponyville behind.


	* * *


A hand shot up from the floor and grabbed the railing beside the conn station. Captain Janeway, the owner of said hand, pulled herself up to her feet and surveyed the bridge. It was a disaster. Several consoles were blown out, bundles of cables hung from tears in the ceiling and debris littered the floor. Janeway herself seemed not to have fared much better, sporting a number of cuts and bruises. All around her, the bridge officers were picking themselves up and scrambling back to their stations. 

“Report!” Janeway bellowed.

Harry Kim was the first to answer, having retaken his place at operations. “Main power and sensors are down!”

The Red Alert claxon was still sounding across the bridge. The red glow of damage indicators on the console bathed Harry’s face red. Before he could speak further, the ship was jolted by another series of tremors and the bridge crew struggled to keep their footing. 

“Inertial dampeners are offline,” Kim added, redundantly.

At tactical, Lieutenant Tuvok was looking just as battered as his captain; his left cheek now bore an olive coloured bruise, where his green blood had collected underneath his skin. “Weapons and shields are offline,” the Vulcan called out stoically, in spite of their dire situation.

Chakotay looked over the terminal next to his chair. “Casualty reports are coming in from all over the ship. Nothing serious so far-.”

“Tom!” Janeway shouted, cutting off her first officer. At the conn station next to her, Tom Paris looked up from his console and followed her gaze towards the main view screen. A planet hung in the center of the viewer, and it was rapidly increasing in size. Voyager was on a collision course.

“Helm control is still offline!” Paris cried, slamming his fists on the console.

The captain tapped her communicator. “Janeway to engineering. B’Elanna, we need engines, now!”

“The impulse engines are shot, captain,” came Torres’ frustrated reply, the alarms in engineering coming across the comm along with her voice. “The best I can give you is manoeuvring thrusters.”

“It will have to do,” Janeway said through her teeth, seething at the fact her chief engineer seemed only to have been delivering bad news as of late.

The planet loomed larger on the main viewer. Vibrations began to rattle the ship once again and across the bridge the officers were bracing themselves. Captain Janeway’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the railing beside the conn, desperately trying to remain standing. To her left, Paris fought with the ship’s controls, cursing under his breath.

Voyager plummeted towards the planet. The ship’s unshielded duranium plating began to glow red as flames licked across the bottom of the secondary hull. On the bridge, the officers all watched the image on the view screen being obscured by the inferno outside, unable to hear over the roaring and shaking of the ship. The starship burned across the planet’s sky. Slowly, the forward section started to angle upwards and, finally, Voyager began returning towards the heavens.

“Paris?” Chakotay asked, anxiously awaiting the lieutenant’s report.

“Levelling us off. We’ve achieved a stable orbit,” Paris responded, slumping back in his chair exhausted. The entire bridge released a sigh of relief.

“Nice work, Tom.” Janeway commended, placing a hand on his shoulder. After giving the officers on the bridge a brief moment to catch their breath, she shot back into action and issued her next order. “Now,” the captain continued, still addressing Lieutenant Paris. “I need you in sickbay. We’ve just lost our nurse and they could use a hand down there.”

“Yes ma’am,” Paris answered, rising from his seat and hurrying into the turbolift. 

“Ensign Jenkins, Take the conn,” Janeway ordered. A blond woman quickly took over Paris’ empty station.

At the ops station, Ensign Kim was still struggling to deal with the problems cropping up all over the ship. “Containment fields are offline and emergency bulkheads are not responding on deck six. We’re venting atmosphere,” Kim reported in frustration. 

“Seal that section off and assign damage control teams,” Chakotay replied, still poring over his own terminal that was equally swamped with reports.

“Tuvok, send out an emergency distress call across all subspace channels,” the captain ordered, looking back to the tactical station.

“Aye, captain.”

The comm system snapped to life and Voyager’s chief medical officer’s voice permeated the bridge. “Doctor to Janeway.” 

The captain tapped her communicator once more. “Go ahead, Doctor.”

“The surgery was successful, despite the turbulence,” came his irritated reply. “Please report to Cargo Bay 2.”

“Acknowledged, Doctor.” Janeway confirmed, closing the channel. She began making her way around the bridge towards the turbolift. “I want a deck by deck survey of the damage, and a damage report from each department head by 1600 hours,” The captain commanded, gesturing to each of the bridge officers. “Harry, you’re with me,” she added, pointing a finger at Ensign Kim. The young man quickly left his station and joined her in the lift. Finally, Janeway locked eyes with her first officer. “Commander, you have the bridge,” she added as the turbolift doors hissed shut.


	* * *


Cargo Bay 2 was an uninviting place. Unlike the brightly-lit corridors beyond its doors, Cargo Bay 2 appeared dark and cluttered. Along with the countless racks of supplies, like those that could be found in the holds of any starship, the dim room contained an equally large number of foreign objects. Dark metallic plating was unevenly patched across the floor, large cylindrical tubes were set against the bulkheads; their surfaces glowing green with alien symbols. Flickering green and yellow lights provided the room with what little illumination it had. The whole mess was tied together with long bundles of winding grey cables. The cargo bay bore more resemblance to the interior of a Borg vessel than that of a Federation starship.

While this room had once housed a number of Borg drones, it was now only home to Voyager’s one remaining Borg passenger, Seven of Nine. Said passenger fidgeted slightly as she stood in her alcove. Voyager’s Emergency Medical Hologram stood next to her, prodding the exposed circuitry above her left eye with a medical tool, while humming quietly to himself. The former drone found it quite aggravating.

“Hold still!” The holographic doctor snapped after nearly dropping the small instrument.

“My ocular implant is properly calibrated,” Seven responded, speaking through her teeth. “Your continued tinkering is a waste of time.”

The Doctor frowned, glaring at her. “I’m verifying the integrity of the synthetic optic nerve fibres. The last thing you need is your left eye shutting off.”

“Their integrity has been verified by the fact I can see,” Seven growled, “Double checking them is an exercise in futility.”

The Doctor sighed, taking a step back and replacing the small instrument into his medical kit. “Apparently so is having a pleasant conversation with you,” he muttered under his breath. If the former drone heard him, which she probably did given her cybernetically enhanced senses, she gave no visible indication. The Doctor took a deep breath before continuing his evaluation. 

“I’ve successfully extracted 82% of the Borg hardware. Your remaining bio-implants are stable and seem to be working in tandem with your human immune system. Fashion isn’t my forte, nevertheless; I’ve managed to balance aesthetics and functionality in a pleasing enough manner.” The EMH beamed with pride at his work. His expression deflated quickly upon hearing Seven’s response.

“Aesthetics are irrelevant,” she stated simply.

“Of course they are,” the Doctor responded, rolling his eyes. “In any case, you’ll have to spend a few hours each day regenerating in a Borg alcove until your human metabolism can takeover-.”

“That will have to wait,” A voice called from across the room. Light flooded into the dark cargo bay as Captain Janeway entered, followed closely by Ensigns Kim and Ayala. “Doctor,” Janeway continued, “we need you in sickbay. Lieutenant Paris is already there. We have wounded.”

“Aye, Captain,” the hologram responded, quickly grabbing his medical kit and hurrying out of the cargo bay.

“Seven of Nine,” The captain said, turning her attention to the former drone still standing in her alcove. “We’ll be needing your assistance as well.”

Seven eyed Janeway for a long moment, carefully considering her words before responding. “My last assignment aboard this ship ended in the brig. I would prefer to remain here.”

“Not an option,” Janeway replied, shaking her head. “Voyager has suffered heavy damage and it’s up to each and every member of this crew to pitch in.” When the former drone failed to react and continued to stare blankly at her, Janeway added, “Our survival is your survival.” That statement seemed to make more of an impact, as Seven cocked her head slightly in response.

“I understand.”

“The ship’s sensors are offline. I want you to work with Ensign Kim to repair them.”

Harry Kim looked alarmed at Janeway’s last statement. “Captain, are you sure this is a good idea?” the young ensign  pleaded before being interrupted by Seven of Nine.

“Ensign Kim, the last time I was assigned to you, I struck you at the base of your skull and attempted to contact the Collective. It will not happen again.” The former drone’s declaration did little to ease the young man’s fears, but the captain managed to display a ghost of a smile.

“Good to hear,” Janeway continued. “However, I’m assigning Ensign Ayala here to ensure that it doesn’t. Dismissed.”

Seven stepped out of her alcove and marched towards the doors, flanked on either side by the ensigns dressed in gold tunics. Harry Kim eyed the former drone carefully, never letting himself get too far ahead of her. Ayala similarly kept pace, his phaser trained on Seven the entire time.

“Oh, and Seven,” Janeway called, snapping her fingers upon recalling something nearly forgotten. “You’ll need one of these.” She tossed a small object towards Seven of Nine, who caught it with cat-like reflexes.

Seven turned the small object over in her hand, identifying it as a Starfleet combadge, a small communication device in the shape of the Starfleet insignia. She looked up at the captain, who gave her the most genuine smile she had seen Janeway make since they had met.

“Welcome to Voyager.”


	* * *


Princess Celestia left the girls to settle into their quarters. She would have liked to have spent more time with the Elements of Generosity and Laughter, however; she had a more pressing appointment. The palace guards saluted her as she passed along the halls on her way to the castle courtyard. Her sun was gently setting in the distance when she arrived. The Solar Princess took a moment to watch the western sky as she lowered the golden globe beyond the horizon. The countryside was briefly bathed in an orange glow and the light reflecting off the nearby clouds gave them a light magenta hue. The princess worked hard to create the sunset for her subjects yet rarely found the time to enjoy it herself; it was something she would have to see about changing.

Once the sun had sank beyond the distant hilltops, a cloud bank in the distant sky began to darken, as if on cue. The clouds rumbled and thundered briefly until an object shot out of them, heading directly towards Canterlot castle. The object - a chariot clad in dark ebony trim being pulled by two pegasi of the Royal Lunar Guard - slowed as it passed over the courtyard. The chariot’s lone occupant, a cloaked figure, sprang from the vehicle and gently glided on dark indigo wings down to where Celestia stood. Upon landing, the figure’s cloak quickly evaporated, revealing a stunning dark blue alicorn, her mane a glittering collection of blues and violets, which waved gently behind her, and an ebony tiara perched atop her head.

Celestia shook her head and smiled. Her sister truly did know how to make an entrance.

“Celestia!” the figure called, briskly trotting over to The Solar Princess. Celestia beamed inwardly at the sound of her own name. She seldom ever heard it spoken without the ‘Princess’ label.

“Luna,” Celestia returned, drawing the dark alicorn princess into a tight embrace. “It’s so good to see you.” She gestured towards the castle doors and the pair began walking together in stride.

“How were the trade negotiations in Zebraica?” Celestia posed quietly as they passed the door’s threshold.

“At first I was sceptical, dear sister of mine. But t 'was quite the spectacle, and well worth the time.”

The Solar Princess stopped dead in her tracks at her sister’s statement, a look of shock plastered across her face. Luna returned her stare with a blank expression, which quickly broke into a wide grin accompanied by a fit of giggling. Celestia herself could not help but join in.

“You’re speaking in verse now?” Celestia asked when the laughter had subsided. “And I had just gotten used to the Royal Canterlot Voice.”

“Oh lighten up, sister, ‘tis but us having a bit of fun,” Luna countered as they continued to stroll down the castle halls. “As for the negotiations, our offer was generously met. Our presence there was merely a formality.”

“The nation of Zebraica is one of our closest friends. It’s important that we keep up political ties. Besides,” Celestia added, “they must have been thrilled to play host to an Equestrian princess.”

Luna sighed heavily. “Of that I am sure,” she said, pausing a moment and gazing out a castle window to where her moon was presently rising. “However, we- I think, I have spent enough time away. I would much rather be at home.”

Celestia gently wrapped a wing around her sister, drawing her in closer. While Luna’s speech had become more modern in recent months, she only left the ‘royal we’ out of her most personal statements. “Likewise,” Celestia whispered, before the moment was lost and they continued their stroll. 

They walked in silence for a short stretch approaching Celestia’s private quarters before the Solar Princess spoke. “There is something I have been meaning to ask you about,” she posed gently.

“Oh?”

“When was the last astral-census conducted?”

Luna raised an eyebrow at this statement. The astral-census was carry out periodically by the Royal Astronomical Society to keep track of the smaller celestial bodies and help schedule the passing of comets, meteor showers and the like. Luna herself had presided over the society since her return and, much to the delight of its members, had taken a much more liberal attitude towards the art of the night sky than Celestia had.

“‘T 'was last month,” Luna answered, “Scheduled every quarter. Why?”

The pair entered the chamber and Celestia nodded for the guards to leave them as she responded. “There have been scattered reports from Appleloosa to Cloudsdale of an unscheduled meteor shower two days ago.”

Luna frowned. “Space is vast, sister. Despite our best efforts, even we cannot keep track of every object in the night sky.”

“Of course, Luna, and normally I wouldn’t pay it any mind, but…” Celestia’s voice trailed off.

Luna turned to face her sister who had stopped a few steps back. The smile that had been so prevalent on the Solar Princess’s face had been replaced with an expression of uncertainty. It was an expression Luna almost never saw her make. In an instant Luna was at her sister’s side.

“Celestia, what is it?”

The Solar Princess frowned and glanced back at the door briefly, ensuring they were alone. “Can’t you hear it, Luna?” Celestia answered, her voice almost a whisper. “Deep in the back of your mind?” When she received nothing but a confused look from her sister, Celestia pressed on. “Focus your mind and listen carefully.”

Luna nodded in response, still unsure of her sister’s request. She took a seat across from her sister on one of the many cushions scattered about the lavishly decorated chambers and closed her eyes. The dark alicorn’s horn began to take on a soft midnight blue aura as she filed her thoughts away and embraced the silence of her own mind. Or she would have, had she not been disturbed by a faint sound emanating from a distant corner of her mind. Luna’s brow furrowed in concentration as she focused on the offending noise, bringing it to the forefront of her mind. She could make out a series of faint garbled sounds… a voice speaking words, yet too faint to make out. Luna’s horn began to shine brighter as she zeroed in on the sound. After what seemed like an eternity, at last she could hear the voice clearly.

“This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager to any vessel in range. We have suffered heavy damage and require assistance. Message repeats. This is Captain-.”

Luna’s eye’s shot open, her mouth agape. Her sister gave her a weak smile.

“Hear Kathryn Janeway’s message?”

The Lunar Princess stared at Celestia, her mouth desperately trying to form words yet unable to make a sound. Luna’s mind reeled as she tried to explain the strange message. Eventually she was able to utter a response.

“How?”

The Solar Princess shook her head. “I don’t know Luna, and what’s worse, I haven’t been able to come up with any way of responding.”

“We cannot recall any vessels named Voyager,” the Lunar Princess said, after a long moment in thought.

“Indeed,” Celestia replied. “The Royal Equestrian Navy has no ships by that name, at sea or in the air. I’ve also made some discreet inquiries with the griffon and zebra ambassadors. They deny having any ships named Voyager.”

“Then whose ship is it?” Luna wondered aloud.

Celestia shifted slightly before meeting her sister’s gaze. “Kathryn Janeway referred to Voyager as a Starship.”

Luna’s eyes widened when she realized what it was her sister was implying. “Sister, surely you jest,” she said in disbelief.

“A vessel from a distant star, come here to Equestria,” The Solar Princess responded, almost lost in her own thoughts.

“Dost thou not realize what thou sayest?!” Luna bellowed, the Royal Canterlot voice making an appearance after so many months absent from her speech. “The implications, mine sister, canst thou imagine?” 

Luna’s mind raced as she considered the possibilities. Aliens… ALIENS! Here in Equestria. How would their subjects react? Would the idea excite them? Would it terrify them? Would it cause them to panic? What of their neighbours, the other nations of the world? Could a fragile global peace be shattered by the revelation that they were not alone in the universe?

“The implication is that there is a ship out there in need of help,” Celestia responded softly yet firmly.

Luna was about to launch a counter argument before she caught herself. Her sister firmly believed that the measure of a ruler was how they treated others, both domestic and foreign. She knew Celestia would not be swayed from that position unless a clear and present threat had been determined. The Lunar Princess sighed and conceded to her elder sister.

“What should we do?” Luna asked at a much more reasonable volume.

Celestia looked skyward through the glass of her private chamber’s atrium-like ceiling. “Watch the skies, Luna,” she answered softly.

“You believe the meteor shower is somehow connected?” Luna posed, following her sister’s gaze upwards, her eyes surveying the countless stars that now filled the night sky.

“The timing is suspect,” The Solar Princess replied. “Have the Royal Astronomical Society search every corner of the heavens, just to be sure.” Celestia’s gaze shifted back to her sister and her voice took a more serious tone. “Make sure to have them come to us with their findings first. You and I both know how excitable those scholarly types can get when they catch word of a new discovery.”

Luna chuckled as her mind drew an image of greying old mares and stallions in lab coats dancing around like foals on Hearth's Warming Eve. “Very well, sister. I shall speak with the Astronomical Society presently.”

As her sister made to leave, Celestia called out. “Wait, Luna - you’ve only just returned. Please, stay. Talk with me a while,” The Solar Princess pleaded gently.

Luna paused. Since her return, the dark alicorn had been receiving a lot of extra attention from her sister. While at first she had believe her sister simply craved the fellowship of another immortal being, Luna soon realized Celestia’s attention was her way of trying to make amends for banishing the corrupted Lunar Princess so long ago. They both knew Celestia had had no other choice and Luna harboured no ill will towards her sister. In spite of this, Luna could see her sister was still burdened with guilt from the act she had taken over a thousand years prior. 

“Very well,” Luna agreed, returning to her seat next to Celestia. “The Astronomical Society can wait a few hours.” If the mere act of conversing could ease her sisters suffering, who was she to deny her that?

The two monarchs talked well into the night.


	* * *


Captain’s Log, Stardate: 51042.9. It’s been eighteen hours since we encountered the anomaly that brought us here and we are no closer to discovering what it was or where we are now. The damage to Voyager is more extensive than we had previously thought. Nerves are frayed and tension is mounting; however, I’m confident that we can rise to meet any challenges ahead.

Captain Janeway walked across the bridge towards the briefing room where her senior officers were assembling. She stepped over a charred piece of debris, likely the remnants of a blown-out console. The bridge has seen better days. Janeway noted that she hadn’t seen the command center of her ship in such bad shape since they were first pulled into the Delta Quadrant almost three years prior. Members of one of B'Elanna’s engineering teams were busy effecting repairs, clearing debris and replacing damaged components.  

Reaching the far side of the bridge, Janeway entered the room and acknowledged her senior staff. They were all standing and looked as if they had been involved in a heated discussion moments before. The captain’s arrival had signalled a ceasefire. Despite their outward composure as they all stood at attention, Janeway could see that the ship’s current situation weighed heavily on them. Even Tuvok, wearing the same expressionless face he always did, gave off an air of gloom as he met her gaze.

Janeway motioned to the table. “At ease,” she ordered as she made her way past Chakotay and Paris to the head of the table. “Now please, tell me at least one of you has some good news.” The officers began to take their seats. Seven of Nine stood with her back against the wall behind Harry Kim, watched closely by Ensign Ayala, who stood near the door. Kim glanced nervously between Seven and Ayala, obviously still uncomfortable having the former drone standing behind him.

“Well?” Janeway pressed, observing the officers. A few shifted in their seats. Finally the Doctor spoke.

“Things are going reasonably well on the medical front,” the holographic doctor began with a hint of pride in his voice. “Crewman Lang suffered severe plasma burns when a plasma conduit exploded on deck six and there were fourteen other minor injuries, all of which I’ve treated. Lang has been discharged from Sickbay but will need several days to fully recover.”

“Well, that’s something. Thank you, Doctor,” Janeway responded, her face displaying a hint of relief. Her expression darkened once more as she turned to face her first officer. “Chakotay, damage report.” Commander Chakotay frowned as he looked over the PADD in his hand. He took a deep breath and began to list off the damaged systems.

“We’ve sustained damage to almost every deck, including the shuttle bays. Main power is down. The main computer is offline, along with most primary systems.  Security force fields are down on decks three through twelve. Replicators are offline-”

“Commander,” Janeway interrupted, “Perhaps it would be faster if you listed the systems that are working?”

“Deflector control, transporters and long range communications are in working order and we’ve got partial shields, though the ventral emitters are still offline.” 

“Tuvok?” Janeway asked, turning towards her security chief. “Weapons.”

“I’m afraid the news is not good,” the Vulcan began. “The energy discharge from the anomaly fused the forward phaser arrays, and both fore and aft torpedo launchers are offline.” 

Janeway sighed heavily at his statement. “Do we have any weapons at all?” The captain asked holding up her hands, as if willing to accept anything. 

Tuvok shot a glance to Lieutenant Torres before answering the captain.

“During the time since we encountered the anomaly, the one remaining Borg torpedo launcher on the primary hull has regenerated and is fully operational.” 

It was Janeway’s turn to frown. During Voyager’s brief alliance with the Borg, the Collective had made several alterations to the ship in order to better defend against Species 8472. When the alliance had fallen apart, Janeway had ordered the removal of the Borg enhancements, as they were interfering with Voyager’s systems. Over the past two weeks, engineering teams had been stripping the Borg armour and weapons nodes off from the ship’s hull, but it had been a slow process and even now, Voyager’s hull was still spotted with glowing grey and green ‘implants’.

“However,” the Vulcan continued, shaking the captain from her musings, “it was designed to fire bio-molecular warheads, not type VI photon torpedoes. It would take almost as long to repair our own torpedo tubes as it would to modify the Borg weapon to Starfleet standards.”

“Leave it for now. We’ve got more pressing issues.” Janeway nodded towards her chief engineer. “B'Elanna, what’s our engine status?” B'Elanna Torres looked up from the table and met the captain's eyes for the first time since she entered the room.

“We should have the warp core and main power back online within the hour. The impulse manifolds took some damage; it will be at least twelve hours before the sub-light engines are operational.”

“What about warp drive?” the captain pressed. 

Torres bit her lip and sighed heavily. “Three weeks,” she said simply. Silence fell over the briefing room as the assembled officers brooded over the implications of the lieutenant’s statement. Janeway looked on as Tom Paris, his demeanour dripping of exasperation, surveyed the room; at last, the young man rose to his feet and slammed the table.

“Three weeks?! You can’t be serious, B'Elanna!” 

Torres huffed at this statement as she rose and walked to the briefing room’s data terminal. After tapping a few buttons, she brought up an image of the ship’s stern on the monitor.

“The energy discharge passed right through the port nacelle,” Torres began, pointing to the image. “Honestly, I’m surprised it’s still intact. Almost every part of the nacelle is going to have to be repaired or replaced.” She turned and locked eyes with the captain once more. “Captain, that three week estimate assumes I have access to replacement parts. Even if I cannibalize every nonessential system on the ship, we’ll still come up short. I… don’t know if I can fix this, captain.”

Torres lowered her head once more and returned to her seat. Captain Janeway remained silent for a long moment as she tried to digest the information. Finally she turned to face Paris, who had since regained his composure.

“Lieutenant Paris, has there been any response to our distress calls?” the captain’s tone was even and level, though all her officers could tell there was an edge in her voice that hadn’t been there before. Paris sat up a little straighter before responding.

“No ma’am, no comm traffic of any kind, the channels are clear.”

“Then we’ll have to hope we can find the materials we need in this system,” the captain responded. “Harry, what have you got?” 

The young ensign quickly rose from his seat and took the same position Torres had next to the monitor. After tapping a few buttons an image of the planet they were orbiting appeared on the screen.

“Seven and I have managed to restore partial sensors,” Kim began, nodding towards Seven of Nine. For her part, Seven merely glared at him before resuming her cold stare at the bulkhead across the room. Unfazed, the ensign continued. “We are currently orbiting an M Class planet. It has one satellite, a Class D moon. The planet has an oxygen-nitrogen atmosphere, 96% Earth-standard gravity and is capable of supporting plant and animal life. It’s also probably the strangest planet I’ve ever seen.”

“Explain,” Janeway responded, her curiosity piqued. Harry had not yet described anything out of the ordinary.

“The planet isn’t rotating,” the ensign continued enthusiastically. “In fact, its position seems to be fixed in relation to every other object in the system.”

Chakotay hazarded a guess. “Some sort of rogue planetoid?” 

“That’s what I thought at first, too,” Kim responded, pointing a finger at Chakotay. “That is, until Seven located the planet’s sun.” Kim tapped a few more buttons and the monitor display changed to a close-up image of a star. “It’s a G-Type star, probably 4.8 billion years old… and it’s orbiting the planet.”

“That’s impossible,” Torres shouted, staring at Harry.

“Ensign Kim,” Tuvok began, “were you not only able to restore partial sensors? Perhaps you have misinterpreted the sensor data-.”

“Ensign Kim is correct,” a voice came from across the room; Seven of Nine had broken her silence and was glaring daggers at Lieutenant Tuvok. “While we are unable to explain why this phenomenon occurs, as there is no gravity well of sufficient size in the area to account for its movement, there is no mistake; the star is orbiting the planet.” Satisfied that she had made her point, Seven returned her gaze to the bulkhead.

“Leaving that aside for now,” Janeway interjected, trying to reduce the mounting tension in the room as well as return to more pressing matters, “Does the planet have any of the materials we’ll need to manufacture replacement parts?”

“We’ve been able to confirm the existence of duranium, verterium, and cortenum on the planet. I’ve also detected small dilithium deposits on the planet’s moon. If we can find a way to refine these materials onboard the ship, we should be able to synthesize replacement parts.” Everyone at the table seemed to let out a sigh of relief, but Kim held up his hand before anyone could say anything else. “There is, however, one small problem. The planet is inhabited.” Kim then brought up a distorted, greyscale image, displaying clusters of squares and rectangles connected by winding, disjointed lines.

“Harry, I thought you said you fixed the sensors,” Paris prodded. 

Kim just shook his head. “This is the best we can do right now. These here look like railroads,” he said pointing to a section of the monitor, “and this river appears to be blocked by an artificial dam. I’d say were looking at a civilization in the early stages of industrialization.”

“Keep working on the sensors, Mr. Kim,” said Janeway. “I want to know everything there is to know about the planet and its inhabitants. See if you can find any of the ores in isolated or unpopulated regions. If you can’t, we may have to explore other options. We’ve got to make sure we’re not detected by the locals. Send the Doctor any biometric data on the inhabitants once you’ve isolated them.”

“Captain, there is another matter,” Seven interrupted, moving from her position against the wall. 

Ensign Ayala tightened his grip on his phaser as the former drone moved towards the data terminal. Ensign Kim quickly moved out of her way and returned to his seat, knowing full well she would have run him over if he hadn’t. 

Seven continued. “While we were scanning the system, we picked up several tritanium signatures on the planet’s surface.”

“That doesn’t seem consistent with the level of technology you’ve described,” Chakotay stated.

“Correct,” Seven responded without looking away from the monitor, “We traced the signatures to a wooded area on a continent in the northern hemisphere.” 

Seven finished tapping several buttons on the terminal. The monitor now displayed another greyscale image; this one depicted a large circular object surrounded by clumpy, asymmetrical shapes which could only be assumed to be foliage. Janeway immediately recognized what it was she was looking at.

“The sphere,” the captain muttered, her voice almost a whisper. 

Seven glanced briefly at the captain before continuing. “The sphere is a long range tactical vessel. The ship has sustained heavy damage, but appears to be mostly intact. It is currently regenerating.”

Captain Janeway rose from her seat, turning away from her officers and towards the briefing room windows, through which the planet they were discussing could be clearly seen. Without taking her eyes off the planet, the captain spoke.

“Harry, what’s the population of the planet?”

“Based on what I’ve seen, my best guess is several hundred million,” the ensign replied. 

“Seven,” Janeway began, turning back from the window and locking eyes with the former drone. “I want all available tactical information about this vessel. Weapons, defenses, layout, crew compliment – everything.”

Chakotay was surprised at his captain’s sudden interest in the downed Borg vessel. “Captain?”

“We’re going to destroy that ship,” Janeway responded, the smile from earlier returning to her face.

“What?!” Torres shouted, coming across more forcefully than she had intended. “Have you not been listening to what I’ve been saying? This ship is falling apart! We are in no condition to do anything to that sphere!” While the engineer did her best to remain level headed, her Klingon heritage often made it difficult. Thankfully, the captain always seemed to offer her more latitude than protocol demanded.

“I’m well aware of our condition, lieutenant,” Janeway countered, “and I’m not going to let it stop us from helping these people.”

It was Tuvok’s turn to object. “Captain, need I remind you that aiding this society in any way would constitute a direct violation of the Prime Directive?” 

Janeway paused for a moment to consider her response, knowing full well that how she responded to his objections would also be how she would justify the decision to herself.

“The Prime Directive states that no Starfleet officer shall interfere in the natural development of an alien society,” Janeway began, reciting the Directive from memory – It was a tenant that every Starfleet officer had to know and abide by. “That is, unless said society has already been contaminated, in which case, action can be taken to minimize the damage. Now, I don’t know about the rest of you, but that,” Janeway said, pointing at the image of the sphere, “looks like contamination to me. I refuse to believe that being assimilated by the Borg is part of this world’s natural evolutionary process, and I’ll be damned if we stand by and let it happen.” 

Janeway paused again, ensuring her officers were fully aware of her resolve before continuing. “Chakotay, I want you to work with Tuvok and Seven. Come up with an attack plan. We don’t have much time until the sphere completely regenerates. The rest of you get working on those repairs; we’ll need to be in as good of shape as possible before taking on the Collective. You have your orders.” 

The assembled officers slowly rose from their seats and shuffled towards the briefing room exit. Before any of them could make it very far, Seven of Nine spoke.

“Captain Janeway, you are in error,” Seven stated matter-of-factly. The rest of the officers froze, either stunned by her statement or wanting to see the captain’s response. For her part, Janeway raised an eyebrow at the declaration.

“Is that so?” The captain asked, deciding to hear Seven out.

“Engaging the Borg is a tactical error,” Seven continued, “The Borg will not perceive us as a threat so long as we remain in orbit. We should take the necessary resources and leave. Once we restore the sensor logs, we can use the main deflector to recreate the anomaly and return us to our own reality.”

“What if you can’t?” Janeway responded, narrowing her eyes. “What if it takes longer than anticipated? What if the logs are unrecoverable? When the Borg are done with the planet, who do you think they’ll come for next? I won’t be caught playing with the sensors when the Borg arrive in force, not when we can do something right now.”

“I can recover the logs,” Seven resisted.

“I appreciate your confidence, Seven, but the decision has been made.”

“The wrong decision.”

The captain locked her eyes with Seven’s. It was clear she was done arguing with the former drone. “Seven of Nine, you will assist Commander Chakotay and Lieutenant Tuvok in the creation of an attack plan or Ensign Ayala will escort you to the cargo bay, where you will remain until the situation has been resolved. Is that understood?”

The former drone continued to stare at the captain. Janeway could see the conflict raging behind Seven’s hardened glare. Everyone in the room watched the two in silence, waiting for one to concede. Finally, one did.

“Yes, Captain.” 

“Dismissed.” 

As if shaken from a trance, the senior officers resumed their course towards the exit, quickly filing out of the room. Alone in the briefing room, Janeway hung her head and sighed.

“Just another day in the captain’s chair.”


	* * *


She drifted through the void of space, above the planet she had once called home. She… she was a she wasn’t she? She had been reduced to a specter, merely a ghost of her former self. She no longer had a body. She existed now as a cloud of energy; simply essence without physical form. ‘It’ would have seemed a more apt description of her current state, although she would never admit it.

How long had she been out here, banished from the world below? She had been exiled once before, but that had been a different affair entirely. She had a body then; her host had shared in her exile, deep within the rocky orb. Even trapped in that celestial prison, she could perceive time; she could hear her host’s breaths and count her heartbeats. For every heartbeat she felt she knew she was one beat closer to freedom. Now she floated without form, high above the planet that never turned, without any means of knowing the passage of time. It was maddening.

She drifted perpetually around the stationary planet, interrupted only by the occasional connection with a passing asteroid that the planet’s gravity had managed to pull into orbit. She could envelop, inhabit and explore them with her essence, yet without a living host she could do nothing with them. Inhabiting these bodies served no purpose, other than to remind her of her previous imprisonment. 

Another such object was approaching her. She recognized immediately that something was different about this one. It was massive, far larger than the pebbles that normally fell into orbit. Its surface was smooth and regular, unlike the pitted and uneven faces of asteroids. But what set it apart from the rest was that it seemed to be radiating energy. She could sense heat and light emanating from the object as it approached.

She reached out with her nebulous form and touched the passing object. As she explored it, she could feel the energy coursing through it, like blood pumping through the countless conduits that permeated the object. But what excited her the most was what she could sense deeper within the object.

Life.

The object contained life. It may very well have been alive itself, in a limited way. Life promised a chance at freedom and a chance to end her exile. She could not allow such an opportunity to pass her by. She latched on to the fleeing object, sinking her formless mass of energy inside of it and allowing herself to drift along with the energy flowing through it. She then began the daunting task of trying to study and understand the object; proceeding with an enthusiasm not seen since her banishment had begun. For if the life within promised freedom, then freedom promised her something she craved more than both.

Revenge.


	* * *


Twilight Sparkle swatted another mosquito with her tail, grumbling slightly. The unicorn had thought about using her magic to create a shield around herself to keep the bloodsucking insects at bay; however, she simply wasn’t able to generate one with a small enough profile to protect her and fit through the dense foliage, let alone her three companions. Unable to come up with a better way of dealing with the insects, she begrudgingly resorted to using her tail like everypony else.

It was little wonder nopony had ever bothered exploring this region. Dangerous creatures and unpredictable weather aside, the whole area was wet, marshy and incredibly difficult to travel through. Twilight and her friends were tired and their bodies caked with mud. In spite of this, Twilight remained resolute. She was determined to give the most detailed report possible. She was doing this for science… and admittedly because she couldn’t stand the thought of failing the professor or her mentor Princess Celestia.

The lavender unicorn looked back, checking on her friends. The insects did not seem to bother Applejack, who marched quietly behind her. There was no doubt the farm-pony had a lot more experience roughing it in the wilderness than the rest of her friends. Applejack had been reluctant to join the expedition given the fact it would keep her away from the farm, but now that she was here, it almost looked like she was enjoying herself.

Fluttershy on the other hoof had been adamant about joining the expedition; the desire of discovering never-before-seen animals being strong enough to move the otherwise timid pegasus to action. Her resolve had wavered once they had reached the edge of the uninviting Everfree Forest and she had resisted even leaving their campsite. Her fear had gradually given way to excitement again, once she was surrounded by her friends. The yellow pegasus’ eyes darted around the forest, no longer fearfully looking for danger, but in the hopes of catching a glimpse of a rare creature.

Twilight was not sure what to make of Rainbow Dash. The normally brash and outspoken pegasus had remained uncharacteristically quiet throughout the entire trip from Ponyville to their campsite and their current excursion deeper into the forest. Twilight had mentioned the need to remain as quiet as possible to avoid scaring away the animals they were there to study. She smiled at the thought that Rainbow might have actually taken her advice. Her thoughts were shattered by a loud groan from behind her.

“This is so boring!”

Twilight rolled her eyes. Complete silence was obviously too much to hope for. Behind her, Applejack was chuckling. The farm-pony quickly responded to Rainbow’s comment.

“Lighten up, Rainbow. A long walk through the woods will do ya some good.”

“We haven’t seen anything since we got here,” The cyan pegasus replied, placing a heavy emphasis on ‘anything’.

Twilight sighed. “We’ve only been here one day,” she deadpanned.

“Yeah, but still,” Rainbow Dash continued. “We should have seen some horrible monster with like eight thousand horns by now!” The cyan pegasus heard Fluttershy giggle a bit at her last statement, before the group fell into silence once more.

The quartet continued their trek through the forest. As they went along, the trees began thinning out slightly, letting more light from Celestia’s sun filter through the canopy of leaves above them. Rainbow looked skywards and noticed, to her displeasure, that the sky was devoid of clouds. On top of having failed to discover any new creatures, there had not been any weather related jobs for her to do since their arrival either. The trees continued to thin out as the landscape became even more swamp-like. The group had to slow their pace a bit to check their footing and ensure they wouldn’t go sinking into the mud. 

“Rainbow Dash is right,” said a meek voice.

The rest of the group looked to Fluttershy, who was slowly making her way through the bog behind Applejack. She avoided eye contact as she pressed on, but kept speaking.

“We should have seen something by now, even if it was just birds or rodents. The forest seems too quiet. Professor Trottson and Serene said they didn’t see anything last night either.”

“Too busy looking at each other,” Rainbow Dash muttered under her breath.

“What was that?” an annoyed Twilight called from the front of the group.

“Nothing,” the cyan pegasus said dismissively. “I’m sure they were just engaging in… research.”

“Research?” Applejack raised an eyebrow. 

Rainbow Dash snickered. “Yeah, uh, in comparative anatomy.”

The farm-pony let out a disgusted sigh, turning back towards the cyan pegasus. “For pony’s sake Rainbow, that’s…” she trailed off when she saw her friend’s face. Rainbow Dash was now seated on her haunches, eyes open wide and mouth hanging ajar as she stared upwards. Applejack saw Fluttershy standing next to her, wearing a similar expression and staring in the same direction. The orange farm-pony followed their gazes, and upon reaching their end, she felt her own jaw drop. “Land sakes…”

The group members found themselves standing at the edge of a clearing in the forest, but it was obvious from the mass destruction before them that the clearing was unnatural. The thinly spread trees ahead had been flattened for hundreds of strides in all directions. Some were burned, while others had been simply knocked over and pressed into the ground. The wet marshy earth had been pushed outwards in a wavy pattern and the ground warped into shallow hills and valleys. It resembled the ripples on a pond’s surface when broken by a skipping stone. But what rested at the center was no stone. 

The object towered above the canopy of the surrounding forest. Irregular dark greyish scales were unevenly arranged over its surface, forming winding angular trenches across its curved exterior. The object could perhaps best be described as a colossal dome. Parts of its metallic shell looked singed and melted, others were unblemished and their smooth surfaces reflected the sunlight. Others still appeared heavily damaged, exhibiting large gashes and tares, where twisted metallic framework and soft green light could be seen emanating from within. It sat at the center of the destruction; a foreign body gouged into the earth.

Rainbow Dash was the first to speak. “What is that?” she asked dumfounded, still seated in the mud. Ahead of her, Twilight reached into her saddlebag and extracted a piece of folded paper with her magic.

“It’s…” Twilight began, unfolding and levitating the large parchment in front of her muzzle, examining it closely. “…Not on the map…” The unicorn frowned. While the region was unexplored, aerial surveys were conducted periodically along the edge of The Everfree Forest to provide data for maps of the Equestrian territories. The pegasus pony she had bought the map from in Dodge Junction had assured her the chart was up to date and accurate to with twenty strides. 

“How could anypony have missed that?!” Rainbow shouted, jumping back up and pointing a hoof at the offending object. “Even if this place is unexplored, you could see that thing for miles from the sky! Somepony would have noticed it.”

“Ah reckon you’re right, Rainbow,” Applejack agreed. “Look at all them downed n’ burned trees,” she continued, moving a foreleg in a sweeping motion across the clearing. “Somethin’ happened here recently.”

It was Rainbow’s turn to frown. “Yeah, okay,” she conceded. “But where did it come from?”

“Didn’t you see a meteor shower a few days back?” Twilight said, finally pealing her eyes away from the object, and the map, turning to face the cyan pegasus.

“Well yeah, but-.”

“Maybe it fell from the sky.”

“What?!” Applejack and Rainbow Dash shouted in unison, staring at Twilight in disbelief.

Twilight pressed on. “The burn marks don’t look much older than that,” she said pointing towards one of the downed trees. Its surface was scorched and yet, despite the wet ground around it, the tree appeared bone dry.

“Wait a second!” Rainbow shouted. “We didn’t see anything like this. Somepony would have seen this come down!”

“Hmm…You’re right,” Twilight admitted. “And an object this size would have left a much larger crater,” she added, after pausing for a moment in thought. “Well what are we waiting for?” The lavender unicorn then asked suddenly, replacing the map and closing her saddlebags.

“Twilight?” the farm-pony asked, confused.

“These questions aren’t going to answer themselves. We need to investigate.” Twilight nodded towards the massive dome.

“Now hold your horses there, sugar cube,” Applejack said. “We don’t know anything about this thing.”

“Exactly!” Twilight said with a widening grin. “Nopony knows anything about this. We’ll be the first ones to examine it.”

Fluttershy, who had since backed away from the edge of the clearing, broke her tentative silence. “Maybe we should go back. Tell the Professor and Serene-.”

“No Way!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “We’ve been trudging through the swamp for hours to get this far. This is the most interesting thing we’ve seen since we got here! I’m not going back without at least taking a look. What if it’s gone when we get back?”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Up and leave, just like that?”

“Hey, nopony saw it get here. Who’s to say we’d see it leave?”

“Can’t we just go back to camp?” Fluttershy silently pleaded.

“Girls!” Twilight shouted, ending her friends' bickering. “We came out here to learn and discover new things,” she continued, sounding resolute. “This may not have been what we were looking for, but that doesn’t make it any less important. We owe it to the Academy to learn as much as possible about it. Even Princess Celestia will want to know about this. Who’s with me?”

“Well, so long as we’re careful-.”

“Alright!” Rainbow shouted loudly, cutting Applejack off.

Fluttershy seemed unconvinced. “I don’t know…”

Twilight focused her attention on Fluttershy. She had backed away even further and her face was almost completely obscured by her pink mane. It was clear the yellow pegasus was not as thrilled with the idea of investigating the strange object as she was. Twilight wasn’t about to force Fluttershy to do anything she did not want to, but by the same token, she was not ready to give up trying to convince her friend just yet.

“Fluttershy, we’ll just look inside and take a few notes,” the lavender unicorn began in a diplomatic tone. “Then we’ll head back and tell the professor and Serene. We can bring them here tomorrow.”

Inwardly, Fluttershy was sceptical, wondering how Twilight defined ‘a few notes;’ however, after receiving reassuring nods from both Applejack and Rainbow Dash, she ultimately agreed.

“Okay, I guess so…”

Twilight gave her a warm smile. “Don’t worry; everything is going to be fine.” She then nodded towards the dome. “Let’s go.”

The quartet then began making their way towards the imposing structure.


	* * *


Captain Janeway stood on Main Engineering’s second level, with the warp core behind her humming softly as it powered the rest of the ship. She leaned against the guard rail and observed the crewmen working below. Crewmen ran from station to station, carrying replacement parts or diagnostic tools with them, making repairs and adjusting controls. The flurry of activity would have appeared chaotic to most, but Janeway recognized her chief engineer B’Elanna Torres at the center of it all, barking orders and directing her team with all the skill of a conductor leading an orchestra. Eventually, the captain stepped away from the railing and turned her attention back to the matter at hand.

To the captain’s right, Lieutenant Tuvok was dispensing equipment to the away team members from a nearby weapons locker. Tuvok handed a Type-3 compression phaser rifle to both the captain and Lieutenant Paris, while Commander Chakotay and Tuvok himself opted to take smaller Type-2 hand phasers. He then passed each of them a tricorder and a wrist-mounted flashlight. Finally, the Vulcan removed a small number of spatial charges, carefully placing them in two carrying cases.

Satisfied they were fully equipped, Janeway gestured towards the engineering lift and the team headed for engineering’s main level for one final mission briefing.

On the engine room’s main floor, Lieutenant Torres was running a diagnostic, her face bathed in the blue glow of the warp core across from the console she was operating. The ship’s instruments were still registering a two percent power drain in the plasma network. She had sent Ensign Vorik to repair the EPS conduits that were bleeding energy. That had been over twenty minutes ago and her patience was running short.

Just as she was about to call him over the comm, the chief engineer looked up in time to see Vorik approaching from one of the Jeffries tube access doors. Before he could react, Torres was marching towards him, ready to grill him with questions.

“Vorik, did you replace those damaged conduits?” Torres shouted, approaching the Ensign. Vorik’s pace slowed as she got closer, and if she had not known better, Torres would have thought the Vulcan ensign was intimidated by her.

“No Lieutenant,” Vorik responded stoically, holding up an open tricorder. “The conduits you told me to replace are undamaged.”

“Let me see that,” Torres said, snatching the small scanning device from the ensign’s hand. Sure enough, the tricorder’s readouts confirmed the conduits’ undamaged state. She let out a frustrated sigh.

“Perhaps there is a problem with the internal sensor,” Vorik offered.

Torres gave the ensign an angry glare. “I’ve checked them. Three times,” she growled through her teeth. She marched back to the console near the warp core; Ensign Vorik was standing at her side a moment later. “Sensors are still picking up power fluctuations.” The engineer stood there, her eyes running back and forth across the readouts, until they picked up something interesting. “Take a look at this,” Torres said, pointing to a section of the screen. “It’s moved. The power drain is now on deck twelve, section forty seven.”

Vorik raised an eyebrow. “Shall I take a look?”

“I don’t care if you have to lock down every EPS conduit on the ship. Find that power drain!”

The ensign nodded and hurried out of the engine room.

“Problems?”

Torres spun around, finding herself face to face with Captain Janeway. Chakotay, Tuvok and Paris were following closely behind her. The engineer regained her composure and answered the captain.

“Since we’ve brought the warp core back online, there have been minor fluctuations in the power network,” Torres reported. “Honestly, I’m not surprised. With the ship this badly damaged, we’re bound to run into a few problems. It shouldn’t affect any primary systems.”

“Good to hear,” Janeway replied. Before she could comment further, the doors to Main Engineering hissed open and Harry Kim and Seven of Nine entered, still being shadowed by Ensign Ayala. The captain waved to them and signalled the rest of the officers to one of the many terminals along the engine room’s walls. With her senior staff assembled, forming a semicircle around her and the terminal, Janeway began the briefing.

“Alright, now that we’re all here, let’s go over this once more. I’ll be leading the away team consisting of Commander Chakotay and Lieutenants Tuvok and Paris.” Janeway motioned to each of the officers in turn. 

Chakotay stepped forward and continued where the captain left off. “Once inside the sphere, we’ll be splitting into two teams,” Chakotay began. “Seven of Nine has identified several potential weaknesses within the sphere and we’ll be taking advantage of them.” He then gestured towards the former drone, beckoning her closer. “Seven?”

The captain and first officer retreated to the edge of the semicircle as the former drone took up position at its center. “Borg vessels have a largely decentralized power distribution network,” Seven dictated, her voice a dull monotone. She pressed a few buttons on the terminal, bringing up a schematic diagram of the Borg sphere. “Each distribution node has multiple redundant backups.” This information was well known to the crew; it was one of the reasons Borg vessels were so difficult to disable. “However,” Seven continued, “an explosive charge of sufficient yield placed at this damaged junction should cause a power surge throughout the entire ship.” She indicated the junction by pointing to a section of the monitor.

“Sensors have also picked up fluctuating power readings from the sphere’s central plexus.” Seven pressed on, tapping a few more buttons. The image zoomed in and the monitor displayed the core of the sphere. “The Borg drones are diverting power to repair other sections of the ship. A small group should be able to exploit this gap in security.”

“Tuvok and I will be targeting the power distribution junction,” the captain interjected. “Chakotay and Paris will head for the central plexus.”

“I still don’t understand why we can’t just beam down a couple of torpedoes and be done with it,” Tom Paris chimed in, choosing this moment to interrupt.

“Mr. Paris,” Voyager’s security chief began, turning to face the pilot. “The target locations are too heavily shielded. A photon detonation anywhere else would not cause enough damage unless they were fired directly from our torpedo launchers.” Tuvok’s monotonous droning as he offered his explanation was on par with Seven of Nine’s.

Janeway stepped forward once, more raising a finger and pointing at the screen. “Both charges have to be set at the target areas and detonated simultaneously in order to cause enough secondary explosions to destroy the sphere. B’Elanna,” she added, signalling the chief engineer, “we’ll be counting on you to pull us out of there at a moment’s notice.”

Torres nodded. “We’ll keep an active transporter lock on you.”

“Mr. Kim,” Janeway continued, “you’ll have the bridge while we’re away.” She regarded him with a smirk. “Try not to let it go to your head.”

Harry Kim failed to keep a large grin from appearing on his face. The young ensign was always looking for a chance to sit in the big chair. “Yes, captain,” he replied, beaming.

“Alright, let’s do it.”

The officers left main engineering and entered the corridor. Janeway watched the other members of the away team head off towards the transporter room, while the rest made their way towards the bridge. As she was leaving, Janeway caught Seven’s attention, stopping her just outside the engine room. Ensign Ayala, who still followed the former drone closely, stopped as well, until the captain nodded towards him and waved him off. He reciprocated and resumed his course for the bridge.

“Excellent work, Seven,” the captain congratulated, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I had my doubts at first, afraid you’d try to have us all assimilated, but this,” she continued holding up the PADD containing the mission outline, “has exceeded all my expectations.”

Seven’s expression was difficult to read. She gave the captain a long, scrutinizing look before responding. “I have identified the targets that would give this mission the highest chance of success,” she stated flatly. “That does not change the fact this mission is an unnecessary risk.”

“Seven, we’ve been over this,” Janeway said, her hand falling from Seven’s shoulder. “These people are defenceless. We cannot allow the destruction of this world, not if we can do something to prevent it. Millions of lives are at stake.”

“The welfare of this crew is at stake,” Seven countered. “This plan puts the away team and Voyager at risk. There could be unexpected obstacles that expose you and the ship to The Collective.” The former drone’s eyes narrowed. “Your vision is limited by your own experience. You are failing to draw on the experiences of others. You are one individual-.” 

“Seven, this isn’t a Borg Collective!” Janeway shouted, cutting her off. “This is a starship with a clear chain of command. When the captain makes her decision, the discussion is over.” The captain took a deep breath. She knew this would not quell the former drone’s objections, so she decided to try a different approach. “Out here in the Delta Quadrant, or wherever we happen to find ourselves, we are alone, cut off from Starfleet. With no one else to turn to, we only have the principles of the Federation. They tell me we have to help these people and I stand by them.”

Seven remained unconvinced. “Even when those principles threaten your survival?”

“Especially when survival is at stake,” Janeway responded quietly. “Now get to the bridge. We’ll need your help to guide us through the sphere.”

Seven of Nine stared at Captain Janeway for a long moment, contemplating whether to further challenge her reasoning. Finally, the former drone simply turned and left, marching down the corridor en route to the bridge.

Janeway watched her go and shook her head. The captain made her own way to the transporter room where the rest of her team was waiting patiently on the transporter pad. After handing the PADD she was carrying to the transporter operator, she took her place on the pad.

“Trouble with our Borg?” Chakotay asked, gently voicing his concerns.

Janeway looked to her first officer. When Voyager had been initially stranded in the Delta Quadrant, Janeway and Chakotay had been on opposing sides. Now she could not imagine running the ship without him. As her first officer, Chakotay offered her his advice in command decisions, and she often sought his counsel.

“One step forward, two steps back,” Janeway replied with a sigh. “Just when I think I’m breaking through all that Borg conditioning, she falls back, resisting even harder. I knew it wouldn’t happen overnight, but I’m beginning to wonder if she will ever regain her individuality.”

Chakotay frowned. He spent a moment in thought, before finally speaking. “I don’t know, Captain. Only time will tell.” He shared a brief look with Lieutenant Tuvok before continuing. “That said, I do believe she is sincere about wanting this mission to succeed. Tuvok and I wouldn’t have been able to plan it without her.”

“Indeed,” Tuvok added, nodding forward slightly.

“Well, there’s something we have in common,” Janeway replied with a hint of a smile. “Let’s get to it.”

Captain Janeway unstrapped her phaser rifle and held the weapon high. The rest of the away team followed suit, drawing their weapons and standing ready. The captain turned to the transporter chief, signalling him to begin.

“Energize.”
> Chapter II - The Best Laid Plans of Mares and Men
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Darkening Star
Chapter II
The Best Laid Plans of Mares and Men




“Equestria to Twilight!”

Rainbow Dash’s shouting left Twilight’s ears ringing, nearly causing her to drop the quill and parchment she was holding with her magic. “Huh? What?” The bewildered unicorn turned back towards her friends, their expressions ranging from concerned to annoyed.

“Ugh, haven’t you heard anything we’ve said?” Rainbow Dash groaned.

“Sorry, I was just lost in my own world there,” Twilight said, lowering her head. “I mean just look at all of this!” She added, waving her foreleg in a sweeping motion across the room while sliding the quill and parchment back into her saddlebags.

The group looked around the room they now found themselves in: a dim and dark metal chamber, lit only by ceiling mounted green and yellow lights, their sources obscured by the faint haze that seemed ever-present throughout the dome. Strange glowing cylinders and panels were set into the walls, their surfaces flickering with undecipherable symbols or runes, which, of course, Twilight insisted on stopping at and scribbling the symbols down in her notes. The chamber was attached to a half a dozen winding corridors. It looked exactly like the rooms and corridors they had been passing through for the past half an hour.

“Yes, it’s all quite fascinating!” Rainbow said, doing her best imitation of Professor Trottson’s voice and waving her fore-hooves around emphatically. She regained her composure. “Can we go now?”

“What? Are you pulling my tail?” Twilight asked, in genuine surprise. “After all the fuss you made outside, you want to go back now?”

“Yeah, well, it’s getting hotter in here,” the cyan pegasus replied, running a hoof across her forehead. “The humidity’s killing me.”

Pegasi were far more sensitive to environmental changes than earth ponies or unicorns, but even Twilight could tell it was getting hotter. She could see Rainbow and Fluttershy were sweating profusely and they were no doubt having more trouble moving through the heavy, moisture-filled air than the rest of them. The temperature had been steadily rising as they made their way deeper into the structure, as had the humidity. She guessed the relative humidity was well over 80% and that was only making it feel hotter. 

Fluttershy was leaning against Applejack for support and panting lightly. “I think… we should go…” the yellow pegasus managed between breaths.

Twilight frowned. “But-.”

“Come on, Twilight,” Applejack interrupted. “Don’t ya think we’ve been here long enough? It’s a long way back to camp and it’ll be dark soon.”

“Alright, alright!” Twilight conceded. “We’ll head back…” she began, looking around the small room they had entered at all the corridors winding off of it. “Just as soon as I figure out where we are…”

Fluttershy’s eyes widened. “Y-you’re lost!?” she stammered in alarm, shrinking back.

“I don’t believe this!” Rainbow Dash said, bringing a hoof to her face.

“I was making a map, honest!” Twilight shot back defensively, a little louder than she intended. “I just got turned around in that last junction-.”

“Save it Twilight.” Rainbow said, cutting her friend off. Twilight may have been lost but Rainbow knew where they were. “All we have to do is…” she trailed off when her ears picked up a faint clanging sound. “Wait, what was that?”

“You heard it too?” Twilight asked looking at each of her friends in turn. They all gave her a confirming nod. As she was turning back towards where the sound had come from something caught her eye. “Look!”

At the far end of an adjoining corridor, a dark shadow could be seen moving along the wall, accompanied by the faint clanging of metal against metal they had heard earlier. The shadow shrank in size, presumably as whatever was casting it moved deeper into the structure, and the clanging sound became harder to hear. When the shadow had disappeared completely from view, the clanging was replaced by a faint whirring, and then silence.

The quartet remained still and silent for a long moment afterwards, waiting to see if the shadow or the noise would return. When neither did, Twilight took a tentative step towards the corridor.

“Come on,” Twilight said looking back at her friends. “Let’s take a look.” She began slowly walking down the narrow hallway in search of the shadow caster. Rainbow Dash shared a glance with Applejack. They both shrugged and followed the unicorn’s lead. Fluttershy looked distraught. She did not want to have anything to do with whatever was down that corridor, but she did not want to be left behind either. She sighed and hurried after her friends, following them closely.


* * *


The air inside the Borg sphere shimmered blue as four figures materialized on a catwalk within the vessel. Upon arriving, the Away Team swept their weapons in a defensive arc around their position, just in case they were beaming into an ambush. While subterfuge was not consistent with typical Borg tactics, during their time in the Delta Quadrant the crew of Voyager had learned that it paid to be vigilant. When Captain Janeway deemed they were in no immediate danger, she and the rest of the Away Team spread out, taking stock of their surroundings.

The area they found themselves in, deep inside the sphere, almost resembled a large hollow torus. The sphere’s core stood at the center; its shape similar to that of a challis or hourglass. The expanses between the core and the outermost bulkheads were filled with countless metal walkways like the one they found themselves on, crisscrossing the expanses, tied together by dark metallic scaffolding. As her eyes traced over the seemingly endless framework, Janeway still found it hard to believe they were only seeing a fraction of the vessel’s interior. The captain supressed a shudder; Borg ships made her skin crawl.

“Janeway to Voyager,” the captain called tapping her communicator. “Seven, status?” She waited patiently for a response, knowing it would take the former drone a few moments to tap into the Borg’s sensors. A short while later Seven’s voice crackled over the comm.

“The Borg did not detect the transporter activity.”

Commander Chakotay’s gaze shifted from the imposing structures within the sphere to Janeway. “So far, so good,” he said.

“Remember,” Janeway added, holding up a finger, “we’ll only have ten minutes to get out once the first charge has been set.”

“The rest of the charges will have their timers synchronize once they have been armed,” Tuvok added.

“Understood,” Chakotay confirmed before he and Lieutenant Paris headed off down the metal walkway towards the core of the sphere, en route for the central plexus. Janeway nodded to Tuvok and the pair of officers headed the opposite direction, making their way towards the damaged power junction.

Upon reaching the outer wall of the torus, the open area around the catwalk ended, giving way to a series of narrow claustrophobic corridors. They wound their way through the sphere, crisscrossing at odd angles and forming an unending labyrinth. The Away Team had to check their tricorders constantly to ensure they were heading in the right direction.

“Janeway to Voyager,” the captain called again. “Seven, are there any Borg between us and the junction?” Again, there was a brief pause before Seven replied.

“Two drones, repairing a plasma relay, twenty metres ahead. They do not pose a threat.”

Sure enough, through the hazy atmosphere of the sphere, a pair of figures could be seen ahead of them. Two Borg drones stood facing a damaged section of the corridor wall, their lifeless eyes focused on the plasma relay as they soldered its edges, mending them with their mechanical armatures.

“Keep your weapon lowered. They should ignore us,” Tuvok said.

Janeway and Tuvok carefully made their way around the pair of drones, keeping their weapons lowered and giving the Borg soldiers as wide a berth as the narrow corridor allowed. The drones kept their backs to the Away Team, continuing their repairs to the damaged conduit, seemingly unaware of, or uninterested in the officers.

“There’s the junction,” Janeway said, pointing to a room off of the corridor. The octagonal room was small; less than four metres across at its widest point, with Borg alcoves set into four of its eight walls. Fortunately they were all presently empty. The large rectangular power distribution node stood at the center of the room. Several of the green diamond shapes protruding from its sides were singed and cracked and many of the cables extending from its top to the ceiling were severed and hanging loosely at its sides. There was no doubt this was the damaged node Seven had described.

The captain slung the strap on her rifle over her shoulder, while Tuvok opened the small carrying case containing the spatial charges. He passed one of the fist sized explosives to Janeway, while he himself took the other two. They attached the cylindrical charges to the node’s surface with their magnetic locks, spacing them evenly around it and arming each one in turn. The charges’ casings took on a soft red glow once activated and a faint beeping sound could be heard from each of them, indicating the passing of each second between now and detonation.

“Janeway to Chakotay. Charges set. We’re returning to the transport coordinates.”

“Acknowledged,” Chakotay answered. “We’re approaching the central plexus.”

“Understood. Janeway out.”

The captain allowed herself a slight smile. It felt good when a plan came together. She nodded to Tuvok and they started back down the corridor towards the extraction point.


* * *


The four equines turned down the narrow hallway where the shadow had disappeared. The corridor’s walls were lined with evenly spaced slots composed of dark metal, each one with a flickering green disk set at its top. Most of them were empty, but Twilight caught sight of one, near the end of the corridor, which was not.

“Girls, over here,” Twilight called.

The rest of the group hurried over to where Twilight was standing and quickly caught sight of what she was looking at; the strangest creature they’d ever seen was occupying the slot. The being stood on two legs and was almost completely clad in dark grey metallic armour. It had no visible fur or hair. The creature’s forelimbs rested at its sides as it stood in the slot and Twilight couldn’t help but notice how asymmetrical they were. Its left limb had a five digit grasping hand at its end, while it’s right sported some kind of mechanical pincer, like a vice-grip, and was disproportionately longer than the left. 

The creature’s head was even stranger. It had no muzzle, just a small protruding nose above its mouth. It’s right eye was closed, while it’s left, assuming it had one, was completely obscured by an oddly shaped metal object on his face; it appeared to be imbedded directly into the skin. In fact as Twilight continued her examination of the creature, she found it difficult to tell where the metal components ended and the creature’s flesh began. 

Applejack eyes squinted as she looked over the creature and her face scrunched up into a grimace. “Hansom fellow,” she said sarcastically.

“This is incredible!” Twilight exclaimed.

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “That’s not the word I had in mind.”

Twilight paid no attention to her friends’ jibes; her mind was too busy racing with possibilities and she was almost shaking with excitement. “Think about it. If this whole thing fell from the sky, that would make this creature an extra-equestrial!”

“An alien?” Rainbow said, raising an eyebrow, unable to hide her scepticism. “Like, from outer space?”

Twilight moved closer to the creature and stopped directly in front of it, looking up towards its face. She cleared her throat and put on the biggest smile she could manage before addressing it.

“Hello sir or madam. My name is Twilight Sparkle and, on behalf of Princess Celestia, as her personal student and the bearer of the Element of Magic, I would like to formally welcome you to Equestria.”

The creature remained standing in the slot, eye closed, seemingly unaware of the unicorn’s greetings.

“Ugh, that introduction would put anypony to sleep,” Rainbow Dash groaned. “Here, let me try.” The cyan pegasus flew up into the air, hovering at eye level in front of the strange creature. “Hey, I’m Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in Equestria and all around awesome pegasus,” she finished, striking a pose midair.

Again the creature remained completely motionless; the almost inaudible sound of its breathing being the only indication it was alive at all.

“Hello?” Rainbow pressed, tapping the creature’s chest with her hoof. “Anypony home?”

“Maybe we should let him sleep,” Fluttershy squeaked. “What if he gets angry? Animals in hibernation don’t like it when they’re woken up before spring.”

“She’s right,” Applejack agreed. “Ain’t very neighbourly to barge into somepony’s home and shake ’em awake.”

Rainbow Dash sighed and returned to the ground. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe he’ll be awake when we come back.” Rainbow, Fluttershy and Applejack turned to leave.

“Wait,” Twilight said, before the others could make it very far. “Before we go I want to check and see if he has magic.”

“Sure that’s a good idea?” Applejack asked.

“Don’t worry, the scan is passive magic. He won’t feel a thing.” A familiar purple aura appeared around the unicorn’s horn as she cast her spell. The creature’s motionless form took on a similar glow, shimmering and sparkling as Twilight’s magic enveloped it.

Suddenly, a loud shrilling sound began ringing from all around them. The group scanned the room nervously, unable to locate its source. The same whirring sound they had heard earlier caused Twilight to refocus her attention on the strange creature. Steam hissed from the edges of the slot in which it stood, and the glowing disk above it flickered even more rapidly. Small lights scattered haphazardly across the creature’s armour began blinking and its eyepiece lit up, glowing a vivid green. The creature’s right eye opened. 

It was looking directly at Twilight.


* * *


“There’s the access corridor.”

Commander Chakotay and Lieutenant Paris stood at a crossroad deep inside the sphere’s core. The long hallway ahead of them was twice as wide as the sphere’s other corridors and beyond it was the sphere’s central plexus. A dull orange glow could be seen emanating from the end of the corridor.

Before the officers could make it any deeper inside, the high-pitched shrill of a Borg alarm began sounding throughout the sphere and a yellow force field shimmered into existence across the corridor, blocking their path. The two men shared a worried glance. Lieutenant Paris tested the shield’s solidity with the butt of his rifle, to no avail. The force field had ended any chance of continuing forward.

“Chakotay to Janeway,” The commander called, tapping his communicator. “A force field just went up around the central plexus. We can’t get to the target location.”

“I don’t know how, but they must have detected us,” Paris added.

“We’ll have to abort,” The captain replied over the comm, her tone carrying an odd mixture of both irritation and fear. “Return to the beam out site.”

“Understood. Chakotay out.”

The two men hurried down the narrow passages of the sphere back towards the extraction point. Paris turned a corner and nearly ran into Chakotay, who had stopped dead in his tracks. The lieutenant looked over the commander’s shoulder to see what had given him pause. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

The scene playing out at the end of the corridor was surreal. Four brightly coloured quadrupeds were clustered around a Borg alcove; the drone within was coming online and slowly advancing towards them. 

“Are those horses?” Paris wondered aloud.

Paris watched as the quartet backed away from the alcove, chattering to each other and the drone in an expressive manner, almost as if they were trying to speak to it. A faint chirp from his communicator confirmed his suspicions; its built-in translator had identified the sounds as a language and it was beginning to decipher it. Though he could not yet make out what the equines were saying, it was clear the drone was not listening to them. 

The drone had backed the purple equine, who was still pleading with it to no avail, into a corner and stood towering over her. The Borg soldier suddenly reached out with its hand, grabbing the equine by its throat and hoisting it up into the air; the mechanical pincers of the drone’s other arm clamped onto one of the quadruped’s flailing limbs. A red beam of light emanated from the drone’s eyepiece and it began tracing across the equine’s face.

The other quadrupeds began shouting loudly and one spun around and kicked the drone with its hind legs. The drone shrugged off the impact, completely ignoring the others, its attention focused on the small creature in its grasp.

“We’ll have to find another way around,” Paris muttered. He ripped his eyes away from the spectacle and turned to Chakotay, just in time to see the commander raising his hand phaser and pointing it at the Borg drone. “Chakotay, what are you doing!?”

Chakotay’s gaze remained fixed on the offending drone as he carefully aimed his weapon. “The captain said we’re here to save these people, remember?”

He fired.


* * *


Applejack looked around in a daze, unsure of exactly what had just happened. The strange biped had grabbed Twilight, and the farm pony had bucked him almost reflexively, an action she was sorely regretting. The mechanical soldier had barely reacted to her kick. It had felt like she was bucking a solid metal post and her hind legs were aching something fierce. But as she had turned back around there had been a bright flash, and the next thing she knew, the creature had released its grip on the unicorn and was tumbling backwards onto the metal floor, where it remained, motionless.

“Are you alright?”

The voice drew Applejack’s attention down one of the adjoining corridors. Not twenty strides away were two more bipeds, slowly approaching.

“Stay back!” Rainbow Dash shouted, taking up position between Twilight and the newcomers. She maintained an aggressive posture, keeping her body low to the ground and her wing spread out to their fullest extent, trying to make herself look as imposing as possible. This seemed to startle the newcomers and they halted their advance.  Their eyes seemed oddly focused on her wings and their expressions betrayed looks of surprise more than fear. 

“Take it easy,” one said, holding his forelimbs out in what looked like a placating gesture. “We’re not your enemies.”

“I said, back off!” Rainbow repeated taking an aggressive step forward. They were not going to get anywhere near her friends as long as she had something to say about it.

The other creature turned to address the first. “Commander, we don’t have time for this.”

“Listen,” the ‘commander’ continued speaking, waving his companion off. “I don’t know why the Borg have taken an interest in you, but now that they have, they won’t let you go. There could be thousands of drones in here, just like that one,” he pointed to the fallen soldier, “and they won’t stop until they have you. I want to help you but you’re going to have to trust me.”

Applejack, who had been watching the exchange in silence, placed a hoof on her friend’s shoulder. “Ease up there, RD.”

“You can’t be serious!” Rainbow shouted, finally breaking her stare with the tall creatures and looking Applejack in the eye. “You saw what they did to Twilight-.”

“They don’t look anything like that!” Applejack shouted cutting her friend off. 

It was true, while they were all bipeds; the newcomers looked vastly different from the fallen soldier. They wore no armour, just simple black and red clothing. Their bodies were devoid of the strange metallic components that were embedded all over the drone’s form. They even had short, stylised manes atop their heads. But what truly set them apart were their eyes.

Unlike the drone’s cold, lifeless eyes, the eyes of the newcomers were vivid and expressive. Applejack had always been able to tell a lot about ponies by reading their eyes. Whether it was because she held the Element of Honesty or simply due to her own honest nature, she could always tell if somepony was being truthful. As she locked eyes with the one that had spoken to them, it was if she could see right through him, and she saw the truth in his words.

Applejack looked back to Rainbow Dash. “Ah know when somepony’s lying. He ain’t.”

Rainbow Dash let out a frustrated sigh but finally relented, furling her wings back to her sides and stepping back, allowing the newcomers to come closer. She kept her eyes fixed on the commander, who slowly approached Twilight and knelt down beside her.

Applejack’s pulse quickened when she realized she had lost sight of Fluttershy. She spun around searching franticly, until she caught sight of a quivering pink and yellow ball in an adjacent slot. The frightened pegasus had retreated into the alcove and was curled up on the floor, covering her eyes with her fore hooves.

“Come on sugar cube, we’re gettin’ out of here,” Applejack said. Fluttershy remained silent, paralyzed by fear. Applejack shed her saddlebags and in one swift motion managed to haul the quivering pegasus onto her back. Fluttershy’s forelegs wrapped themselves tightly around Applejack’s neck and she buried her face in the farm pony’s mane, her eyes still clenched shut. Relived her timid friend was alright, Applejack turned back to Twilight. 

The commander was still kneeling beside Twilight. “Let me see your neck,” he said, looking over the area where the drone had grabbed her. Rainbow Dash stood next to him, trying to bore a hole through him with her hardened glare. Her whole body twitched as she fought the urge to clobber the newcomer, but remained ready to jump him if he so much as laid a finger on her friend.

Twilight had barely even acknowledged the newcomers; she was still staring at the fallen drone in shock. “I didn’t mean to upset him,” she whispered, making no move to resist the tall creature’s examination. Her expression morphed into a frown. “He wouldn’t listen to me!”

“You can’t reason with the Borg. They-.”

“Bridge to Away Teams,” a faint voice called, cutting short his response. “The Borg are trying to use our comm link to triangulate Voyager’s position in orbit. We’re re-modulating, but you’ve got to hurry!”

“Orbit?” Twilight said, as if she was coming out of a trance. Her eyes widened when she realized just who it was she was talking with. “You’re aliens too!?”

The second creature, who had been standing watch, turned back and glared at his kneeling companion. Twilight got the distinct impression he did not like where her line of questioning was going. The first opened his mouth to speak, but whatever his response was, it was drowned out by a sudden deafening roar. 

The sound seemed to come from all around them, reverberating and echoing down the corridors. As the roar morphed into something intelligible, Twilight realized it was the sound of countless voices all speaking in unison. There was no doubt in her mind they were speaking to her.

“We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.” 

Twilight supressed a shudder; the Borg’s message shook her to her core. Their voice was indifferent; it carried no anger or malicious intent. The message was not to be taken as a threat or an ultimatum, but simply a fact. And it terrified her.

“Commander! We have to go now!” the standing creature shouted in alarm. Everypony present turned towards him and immediately caught sight of what had him panicked. At the end of the dim corridor, the silhouettes of more bipedal creatures could be seen through the gloom, rapidly closing the gap between them; the red beams of light from their eyepieces’ flickering across the walls as they were carried through the structure’s the hazy atmosphere.

“Come on, we’re getting out of here.” The commander said, rising to his feet and beckoning them down the opposite direction. He was followed in short order by the second. “And whatever you do, don’t let them touch you!”

Applejack, looked to Rainbow and Twilight. They all knew their best, and presently only course of action was to follow the newcomers and hope they were true to their word. The alternative was to face the approaching soldiers alone, and that was not an attractive prospect. The four ponies fell in behind the two fleeing ‘aliens.’

Paris shot a glance at Chakotay as they ran. “The captain isn’t going to like this,” he said.

Chakotay kept looking forward. “You leave that to me.”


* * *


Captain Janeway and Lieutenant Tuvok raced across the long catwalk towards the beam out site, the loud clanging of their boots against the metal floor almost drowning out the screeching alarms within the Borg vessel. They had not encountered any drones since the alarms had been activated, which was something Janeway was silently thankful for, as she was certain they now considered the Away Team a threat.

The duo stopped upon reaching the beam out site at the center of the long metal bridge. Janeway paused a moment to catch her breath, while Tuvok kept watch for any approaching threats. The Vulcan flipped open his tricoder and checked the status of the charges they had set. The small device indicated the charges had not yet been discovered and were still counting down to detonation.

Janeway sighed impatiently and was starting to raise a hand to her communicator, when she and Tuvok caught sight of movement at the opposite end of the catwalk. Both officers held their weapons high, aiming down the narrow walkway at the approaching figures. Janeway recognized Commander Chakotay and Lieutenant Paris running towards them, but her grip on her phaser rifle tightened when she saw they were not alone.

The captain’s eyes widened once she realized the officers were not being chased by Borg drones, but instead were being followed closely by four small quadrupeds. They almost looked like small horses. Growing up on her grandfather’s farm in Indiana meant Janeway was well acquainted with horses, but these creatures, standing less than a meter tall, brightly coloured and with disproportionately large heads and eyes, were unlike any equine she had ever seen.

The Starfleet officers slowed to a stop once they reached the extraction point. The two men’s uniforms were drenched in sweat and they leaned against the railings of the metal catwalk desperately trying to catch their breaths. The four legged creatures following them stopped as well, not looking to be in much better shape. Their manes were dishevelled, their coats were dripping with sweat and they were all panting heavily. Two of them promptly collapsed upon reaching them while a behatted third remained standing carrying the fourth on its back.

“Gentlemen, what is this?” Janeway snapped, gesturing at the quadrupeds, making no attempt to mask her irritation. Things seemed to be going from bad to worse and the last thing they needed were more complications.

Lieutenant Paris met the captain’s gaze, still leaning against the metal railing. “You can tell the Doc,” the helmsman wheezed, his sentence punctuated by gasps for breath, “we’ve isolated… the locals,” he finished, wiping his forehead. 

Tuvok’s solemn expression never faltered as his gaze shifted between the newly arrived officers and their four legged companions. 

“Commander, this is a direct violation of Starfleet protocol-.”

“You can lecture us about the Prime Directive once we’re back aboard Voyager,” Chakotay interrupted, cutting the Vulcan off.

Janeway frowned at her first officer. She strongly disagreed with his decision to reveal themselves to the planet’s indigenous life forms, but she granted now was not the time to argue about it. “Away Team to Voyager,” the captain called, tapping her communicator. “Eight to beam up.”

“Eight?” Ensign Kim’s confused reply sounded from their combadges.

“Energize,” the captain confirmed.

On Voyager’s bridge, Harry Kim was seated in the central command chair. He signalled Lieutenant Torres at the operations station to begin the transport. When he received no response, he turned back to face her.

“B’Elanna?”

Torres growled as she slammed her fists on the console. “The Borg are generating some kind of electromagnetic field around their ship. It’s interfering with the transporter.” She looked up from the console. “As long as they’re in there I can’t get a lock on them.”

“Harry, what’s the hold up?” Janeway’s voice called over the bridge speakers.

“Captain, the Borg are scattering the transporter beam,” the ensign reported. “You’ll need to be outside of the sphere before we can get a lock.”

Applejack struggled to remain standing; the mad dash through the narrow corridors and Fluttershy’s weight on her back was starting to wear on her greater earth pony stamina. She watched the tall creatures as they talked back and fourth, barely able to keep up with what they were saying. Most of it made little sense to her, but it didn’t take a clever pony to realize things were not going their way.

The farm pony looked back down to where Twilight and Rainbow Dash were slowly rising. Their breathing was more regular than it had been moments prior and they seemed to be listening to the tall creatures’ exchange as well.

“Twilight,” Applejack called in a shaky voice, grabbing the unicorn’s attention. “Can’t you just teleport us out of here?”

“I don’t know where we are!” the unicorn responded, sounding exhausted and exasperated. “If I teleported now we could end up inside a wall or worse!”

“Tuvok, deactivate the charges,” Janeway ordered, only half aware of the equines’ chattering. With precious few minutes left on the charges countdown timer, it was imperative that the explosives be disabled in order to buy them enough time to find a way out of the sphere. 

The Vulcan security chief nodded and flipped open his tricorder once more, quickly tapping a short series of buttons. The device responded with a negative chirp. Tuvok looked back towards the captain.

“The EM interference is blocking the tricorder’s remote transmitter. I cannot disarm the charges.”

“We’ve got less than five minutes before those charges detonate,” The captain exclaimed in a frustrated tone.

“I thought both charges had to go off to destroy the sphere,” Paris stated, pulling away from the catwalk’s railing.

Janeway shot him a look. “We don’t want to be anywhere near here when every power conduit on this ship overloads.” The captain’s gaze swept across each member of the Away Team, hoping they would have some insight into their current dilemma. All she received in turn were worried looks from her first officer and helmsman, and a stone face from her chief of security. Janeway shook her head. “We need options, people.”

Commander Chakotay’s face lit up and he looked down at the four equines. “How did you get in?”

Twilight cringed when she realized the tall alien was addressing them. The creature’s height definitely made it seem intimidating, but despite the urgency in its voice, there was an air of sincerity about it as well. She shared a look with Applejack and Rainbow Dash, before looking back up towards the towering alien.

“There was a hole in the side of the dome. B-but we’re lost!” Twilight stammered. “I have no idea which way it-.”

“That way,” Rainbow Dash interrupted, still panting and pointing a hoof at a distant section of the wall. Everypony present gave her questioning looks, but she persisted. “I’m positive,” she reassured. The pegasus may have been exhausted, but she still had an impeccable sense of direction.

Lieutenant Tuvok raised his tricorder once more, slowly waving it in the direction the blue equine had pointed to. “Confirmed.” he reported, upon receiving a reading from the small device. “There is a large breach in the hull approximately two hundred meters in that direction.”

“Alright,” Janeway began. “Tuvok, Paris, take point. Commander, watch our backs.” She then looked down at the small quadrupeds. “The rest of you, stay close, keep up and we might make it out alive.”

Twilight was shaken by the alien captain’s command, but she and the other ponies quickly fell in behind ‘Tuvok’ and ‘Paris’, who had already started back down the metal walkway in the direction Rainbow had indicated. Adversity was well known to the unicorn and her friends, but the way their leader had made light of a life and death situation so casually, made Twilight suspect the aliens were all too familiar with them.

“Bridge to Away Team,” Seven of Nine’s voice emanated from the officer’s combadges and filled the air around the group. “Five drones are approaching from a junction to your left, ten meters ahead.”

Not a moment later, two Borg drones rounded a corner down the hall and began a brisk mechanical march towards them. Tuvok and Paris shared a brief glance, nodding to one another, before raising their weapons and targeting the advancing drones. An orange energy bolt shot from Paris’s rifle while a solid orange beam arced from the tip of Tuvok’s hand phaser. Both projectiles met their marks, striking through the drones’ armour in a violent display of sparks.

The drones fell to the ground, their mechanical armatures twitching reflexively even after their bodies had stopped moving. Almost as soon as they had hit the ground, three more drones rounded the same corner, casually stepping over the disabled Borg, paying no attention to their fallen comrades. The two Starfleet officers readied their weapons again, firing at the second wave of soldiers. But as the orange energy bolts collided with the Borg drones, a green shell of energy appeared around their torsos, absorbing the incoming phaser fire. The mechanical soldiers continued their march, unimpeded, forcing the officers back.

“They’ve adapted,” Tuvok observed.

The ponies watched as the aliens fought a losing battle against the advancing soldiers. Their magical weapons now appeared to be completely ineffective and they were rapidly losing ground to the approaching drones. Twilight looked on as one of the drones swung its large mechanical arm like a club, striking at the alien captain, who barely managed to deflect the blow by thrusting her weapon forward with both arms. Twilight could not just stand by and watch; she had to do something.

Offensive spell casting was an art generally frowned upon in the peace loving nation of Equestria. While it was something she had studied, at Princess Celestia’s insistence, while attending the school for gifted unicorns, Twilight had never used it in combat. She and her friends had been in some tough spots before, but the unicorn had somehow always managed to get through them without using those particular skills. Twilight looked from her panting friends to the approaching soldiers as they marched forward, unmoved by her words and unhindered by the aliens’ weapons, and knew there was no other alternative.

The lavender unicorn’s horn took on a purple aura and the air around the mare began to crackle as if it carried a static charge. Her irises disappeared as her eyes began to glow a solid white. Charging complete, Twilight let loose her spell towards the approaching drones.

The deafening bang and blinding flash made Janeway and the other officers flinch as three purple bolts of energy arced from behind them and struck the drones square in their chests. In an instant it was over. One moment the Starfleet officers were fleeing the approaching Borg, and the next, the drones were tumbling backwards, dark blast marks burned across their now singed and sparking body armour.

Ponies and humans alike stared in awe as Twilight’s horn lost its glow and her eyes returned to normal. She slouched, knees shaking and panting heavily, trying her best to remain standing.

“Twilight, are… you… alright?” Applejack asked, still panting.

“Just… a little tired…” The unicorn managed between laboured breaths, returning her friend’s concerned look with a half-lidded expression.

“Bridge to Away Team,” Seven called again. “Six more drones are approaching from behind. Distance thirty metres.”

Chakotay’s body tensed and he looked behind them when he heard the clanging of the pursuing drones’ armoured feet beating against the metallic floor. 

“We have to keep moving,” the commander insisted, ending any thought of resting for even a moment longer.

The group pressed on, running through the dim and hazy corridors. The officers’ combadges crackled to life again and Seven addressed them once more. 

“More drones, approaching from multiple vectors.”

Two mechanical soldiers appeared at the end of the hallway and marched towards them, their large metallic bodies blocking the narrow corridor and any chance of continuing forward. Twilight readied her magic once more and fired another purple wave of energy at the drones. This time; however, they didn’t react. The same green shield that had stopped the aliens’ weapons shimmered into existence, absorbing the purple energy, and vanished a moment later. 

“It can’t be…” Twilight muttered. The drones had just shrugged off one of the most powerful spells she could muster; continuing forward completely unfazed. She stood there gawking in disbelief, until she felt a hand on her back, shaking her back to reality.

“Come on,” Janeway said, with a grim expression, tapping the unicorn on her withers and indicating a corridor to their left. “We’ll have to go around.” The captain was still unsure what bothered her most: the fact that the alien equine held that kind of offensive power, or that the Borg had adapted to it so quickly.

Applejack joints burned as she galloped along behind the rest of the group; the ordeal was testing the limits of her endurance. She turned her head back to check on Fluttershy, when she suddenly felt herself collide with something solid, knocking her on her behind and nearly sending the yellow pegasus sliding off her back. Fluttershy’s grip tightened around her neck as she fought to remain on Applejack’s back and she buried her face deeper into the farm pony’s neck. Applejack tried to shake off the pain and dizziness that accompanied the blow and her head spun around attempting to locate what had stopped her. It did not take her long to spot it.

The was now a semi-transparent wall of yellowish light in front of Applejack, spread across the entire width of the corridor, cutting Applejack, Fluttershy and the alien commander off from the rest of the group.

“Seven,” Janeway called, tapping her communicator. “The Borg have erected a force field. Can you disable it remotely?” There was a momentary delay before Seven responded.

“Yes,” Seven said, her voice uncoloured by the tension of the moment, “but it will take several minutes to bypass the Borg encryption algorithms.”

“We don’t have several minutes,” Paris growled, checking his tricorder. The device registered less than three minutes remaining on the spatial charges’ countdown timer.

Chakotay pulled out his own tricorder and studied the readouts closely. “There’s another hull breach seventy five metres from here. We can make it, but we have to leave now.”

“No way!” Rainbow Dash shouted, her eyes locking with Applejack’s. “We’re not leaving you alone with those things!”

“We don’t have time to argue,” Chakotay countered, his voice carrying an authoritative tone. The drones they had left behind would be catching up with them any second. They had to get moving, and fast.

“Don’t worry RD, Ah’ll take care of ‘Shy.” Applejack said, giving her friend the most reassuring look she could manage. “We’ll all meet up outside.” She wiped the sweat off her brow with a quick sweeping motion of her foreleg, adjusted her Stetson, and looked up to the tall alien commander. “Let’s go.”

Rainbow Dash watched the trio set off running down the narrow hallway, back the way they came, and turned down a second corridor, disappearing from sight. She felt Twilight using her magic to tug at her mane, as she and the others resumed their course for the exit. Rainbow followed suit, glancing back, in the hopes of catching one last glimpse of her friends. She was instead rewarded only with the sight of more mechanical soldiers marching down the corridor after them. The drones passed through the same yellowish shield that had caused the group so much trouble, effortlessly. The cyan pegasus gulped audibly and increased her pace, closing the distance between her and the others.

“This is starting to look familiar,” Twilight called from behind Tom Paris. The unicorn recognized the damaged sections of the corridor’s walls as the ones they had passed on their way in. The air was starting to seem less heavy and she could feel the cool breeze coming from the end of the corridor. “We’re almost there!”

Sure enough, as they turned the next corner they could see sunlight shining in through the large hole at the end of the hall, where the corridor ended prematurely. The jagged edges at its end stood as a testament to the force that had torn it apart. Tuvok was the first to exit, jumping down to the marshy earth, followed closely by Paris, Twilight and Rainbow Dash. 

Captain Janeway was the last to leave. She looked back down the corridor and saw that, despite their best efforts to stay ahead of them, at least a dozen Borg drones were closing from behind. The drones stared blankly past her as they marched mechanically towards the hull breach. 

Janeway jumped out of the Borg vessel and hit the ground running, sprinting over the uneven terrain to catch up with the rest of the group. “Mr. Kim, we’re clear!”

Ensign Kim walked across Voyager’s bridge looking back at the operations station once more. He could see Lieutenant Torres still struggling to operate the transporters. 

“I still can’t isolate their patterns!” the frustrated Klingon engineer shouted.

Kim hurried up around towards the back of the bridge, joining the lieutenant at operations. “Then let’s do a wide beam and just transport everything to the cargo bay,” he suggested, as he began working the console beside her.

Torres looked up from the console, a smile beginning to creep across her face as she considered the ensign’s suggestion. “Good thinking, Starfleet,” she said, as she started putting their plan into action. Why hadn’t she thought of that?

“Captain,” Kim began, tapping his communicator again. “We’re going to use the cargo bay transporters. You’re going to have to stand still and close together while we establish a lock.”

“We can’t stand still, Harry!” Paris shouted as he fired a few shots from his phaser rifle back towards the approaching drones. It did little to slow them down; the orange energy bolts flashed green as they were harmlessly absorbed by the Borg drone’s personal shields. “They’re almost on top of us!”

The group raced across the marshy clearing. While Twilight suspected most ponies could easily outpace the bipeds on flat, open terrain, the uneven ground and the downed trees and debris, meant here, ponies were at a disadvantage to the taller creatures and their longer limbs. 

Distracted by her wandering thoughts, Twilight found herself stumbling over an exposed root and landing face first in 
the mud. Before she realized what was happening, she felt an arm sliding under her barrel; the alien captain was hauling her back on to her hooves and in an instant they were running once again. 

Twilight looked back at their pursuers. Despite never moving faster than a brisk march, they were getting closer, seemingly unhindered by the terrain. She knew they wouldn’t be able to keep ahead of the drones for long, especially once they reached the forest, where the dense foliage would slow them down even more. The disembodied voices coming from the pins on the aliens’ clothing had said they needed to stand still. The gears in Twilight’s mind started turning as she came up with a plan.

“Wait,” Twilight shouted, spinning around to face the approaching soldiers and planting her hooves firmly in the mud. “Let me try something.” Before anyone had a chance to object, the lavender unicorn’s horn took on a purple glow and a large pink bubble formed around the five of them.

The Starfleet officers stopped dead in their tracks, staring in awe at the large shimmering dome that now surrounded them. The Borg drones also slowed their advance. One of them approached the edge of the bubble, testing its solidity with his large mechanical arm, while the others continued their march, circling the pink dome and spacing themselves evenly around it.

Captain Janeway managed to tear her wide eyes away from the spectacle long enough to address her security chief. “Tuvok?” she asked, hoping for some kind of explanation. She watched as the Vulcan withdrew his tricorder once again and began scanning the strange phenomenon.

“It’s registering as an energy field,” Tuvok stated, reading the instrument’s display. “However, the tricorder cannot identify it.”

Twilight strained to maintain the shield around the group, hoping she could keep her concentration long enough for the aliens to do whatever it was they needed to. She watched for several long moments as the soldier prodded the edge of the shield with his arm, causing ripples to form and travel outwards across the surface of the dome. The impacts themselves were not strong and Twilight imagined the soldier could bring a lot more force to bear against the shield. It was almost as if he was testing it…

Without so much as a warning, the drone’s mechanical arm began to penetrate the pink bubble and he pushed his way inside, his body glowing the same green color as before while he passed through Twilight’s shield. The other drones immediately began moving towards the assembled officers and ponies, passing through the shield just as easily as the first one had.

“That’s impossible!” Twilight gasped in disbelief. She dispelled the shield and quickly recast it with a smaller profile, back in front of the approaching drones. They marched through her new shield as if it was not even there. Twilight dispelled the shield again and backed towards the rest of the group. There was nothing else she could do.

“Now, Harry!” Janeway shouted, adjusting her grip on the rifle, ready to use it as a club. They were out of time and if they were not transported immediately, they would have to engage the Borg in hand to hand combat: a contest in which they would be vastly outmatched.

“Initiating transport,” Kim’s voice sounded over the comm.

The drone that had first breached the shield was heading directly for Twilight. Out of desperation she fired another purple wave of magic at the approaching soldier, but it proved to be just as ineffective as before. As the drone was reaching for her, a loud battle cry sounded across the clearing and a blue blur shot through the air, impacting the drone’s head and toppling him over. Rainbow Dash landed next to Twilight.

“Thanks, Rainbow,” Twilight said, giving her friend a confident nod. The expression on her face fell suddenly, when she felt two objects puncture the skin on her neck. The fallen drone’s arm was reaching out towards her and two small tubules had extended from its fingers, imbedding themselves in the unicorn’s hide. Twilight could feel something being injected into her neck, like the poisonous venom from the fangs of a snake, as it began to flow through her bloodstream.

Rainbow Dash looked on in horror and made for her friend, but found she could not move; her entire body was tingling and the world around her was fading away, being replaced by a shimmering blue light, before disappearing completely.


* * *


She continued to drift along with the energy coursing through the conduits of the strange object she had encountered. They travelled the length of the object, reaching its every corner and making thousands of connections within, before circling around and returning to the object’s ever humming and pulsating core. So much power was contained within the object’s heart, and it was perpetually generating more. How could something so completely devoid of magic, save the stars themselves, generate this much energy?

As she travelled through the object, she became more and more aware of the life within. She could sense it faintly; there was life connected directly to the conduits in small amounts, spread throughout the object. She passed one, examining and probing it closely. It almost felt like a living mind, but it was far too small. The synapses were there, but their functions were indecipherable. She realized it had connections reaching far beyond those to the conduits. It was connected to something… else. It was not alive, it was something artificial… and yet she swore she could sense intelligence in it. Yes, there was a rudimentary intelligence there, but no consciousness. How could that be?

She made an attempt to control the life, inhabiting it as she would a living host. For the first time in what felt like forever, she could feel the almost euphoric connection that only life could give. She could also feel a connection to the intelligence and she reached out, trying to make use of it. But long before she could reach it, her host’s life-force was extinguished and the connection was severed.

The small amount of life was simply not enough to sustain her. The set back was irritating, but inconsequential. She would simply have to find a way to inhabit all of it at once. It would just take time, and time was something she had plenty of.


* * *


An energy surge traveled through the monitor displays along the rear of Voyager’s bridge. Harry Kim flinched as the monitor behind the operations station shorted out, and he and Lieutenant Torres were showered with sparks.

“What was that?!” Kim asked, his voice shaking ever so slightly as he regained his composure.

Next to him, Torres was staring wide-eyed at the terminal in front of them. “I don’t believe this!” she shouted. “We’ve just lost over half the gel packs on deck four! The transporters are shot.”

“Did we get the Away Team?” Kim pressed. If the system had failed mid transport… he didn’t want to think about the implications. The young man watched anxiously as Torres checked their status.

“They’re in Cargo Bay 2.” Both officers let out a sigh of relief.

Ensign Kim turned away from the operations station and began planning his next move. While the captain’s team had been safely returned to the ship, Chakotay was still on the planet’s surface and, with the bio-neural gel packs that controlled the transporter’s processors damaged, there was no way to get him back aboard Voyager.

“Seven, hail Commander Chakotay,” Kim ordered, shooting a look at the former drone.

Unfazed by the commotion on the bridge, Seven of Nine had remained standing at the auxiliary tactical station set behind the command chair. Her fingers worked the console with a cold precision. When she received a negative chirp from the console, her response to the commanding ensign was equally cold.

“Communications are offline.”

Ensign Kim frowned. “Then we’d better get to the cargo bay.”


* * *


The sunlight streaming through the small hole grew brighter as Commander Chakotay and the two mares galloped towards it. None of them dared look back at their pursuers, though the sound of their armour clad feet against the metal floor told them they were not far behind.

Upon reaching the corridor’s end, Applejack managed to crouch low enough for Fluttershy to clear the top of the breach as she herself slid through. Chakotay rolled out of his sprint and hit the metal floor, sliding across its smooth surface and through the tear in the hull, before tumbling down the side of the sphere towards the marshy earth below. He landed next to the two ponies, who were already picking themselves up from the fall. 

Applejack and Fluttershy began galloping towards the forest’s edge and Chakotay followed quickly in their wake. The commander looked over his shoulder towards the small hole they had just exited and noted the Borg drones following them were not attempting to crawl through the small hole after them. He just hoped whatever interference the Borg were using to block Voyager’s transporters would keep them from using their own as well.

The trio ran towards the edge of the clearing as quickly as the uneven terrain and debris would allow. As the forest loomed closer, Chakotay realized they might actually make it to the tree-line before-

A sudden chirping from the tricorder at his hip caused his heart to sink. The charges’ timer had completed its countdown. The Sphere’s entire power grid was about to explode.

“Get down!” Chakotay shouted, shoving the startled ponies to the ground before hitting the dirt himself.

There was a deafening bang, an intense heat across his back, a sharp pain, and then nothing.