Okay everyone.  It has been over six months since I posted a fic to this list, 
and it really sucked.  I hope that some of you take the time to read this 
chapter and send me some C&C.  Please, someone tell me that this is better 
than Warhammer was ;)

BGC Combine




The flashing form of a white hardsuit landed hard on the wet, black concrete.  
Asmall grunt was audible as it stood again.  It's right arm was missing a 
large piece of armor, exposing the forearm and hand of the wearer; the helmet 
was decorated with impressions of large fists.  The suit wobbled as it backed 
into a wall.

"Nene, where did it go?"  She said into her systems.  She got no response.  
With the damage to the hardsuit, the comm system was a likely victim.  Sylia 
began walking slowly toward where the battle last raged; she did not have any 
desire to re-enter combat, but if it was needed; she would.  She spotted a 
flash in front of her, and as she dodged a particle beam grazed her armor, 
causing some of it to melt off.  She tested her flight systems and found them 
inoperable--she would have to fight her way out of this one.  She charged into 
the alley and opened fire with her last remaining autocannon.  She dived into 
another sidestreet just as her ammo was exhausted.  The wall behind her 
ruptured as a large fist pounded through it.  She snapper her left wristblade 
open and drove it into the grasping hand, slicing a large section of it off.  
She then turned and bolted around the small corner, expertly swinging her 
blade.  The glowing armblade penetrated deep into the boomer's armor, causing 
oily fluids to spew from its inner structure.  Sylia drove the blade deeper 
into the boomer as it raised its hands high into the air.  She withdrew just 
as the boomer's arms swept down, with enough force to crush her arm.  Drawing 
into a massive adreneline rush, she swept across the boomers chest cavity with 
her blade, slashing it and causing sparks to fly in all directions.  The 
boomer quickly backhanded her in the head, leaving another large imprint on 
her battered suit.  It turned to the side and performed a sidekick that would 
have gotten it awards in a martial arts tournement; Sylia let out a muffled 
cry as she flew backwards, eventually stopped by a building.  She slid down 
the wall from a height of seven feet, making her imprint visible.  She 
collapsed onto the ground, trying in vain to get air back into her lungs.  Her 
right hand was now bruised down the entire exposed area.  She looked up at the 
boomer--if she was going to die she would see it coming.  The boomer watched 
her for a few short seconds, before raising its undamaged hand.  A blue glow 
began to encompass the muzzle as a charge was built within the weapon.  Sylia 
stayed perfectly still, and simply watched; she had one chance to kill the 
beast and she would have to wait short seconds before attempting it.

  Suddenly the world seemed to explode.  Sylia heard a sharp whine before a 
huge flash of white light blinded her.  Her exposed hand felt like fire, and 
she was knocked back with extreme force, through the wall.

The boomer looked onward to the area where the explosion had occured.  It 
briefly considered more Knight Saber intereference, then dismissed it.  The 
rest of the Knight Sabers were being severely overmatched as well as its own 
opponent.  The boomer froze, as it detected a figure emerging from the blaze 
in front of it  The figure continued to walk forward, until it cleared the 
fire.  The figure seemed like a human; with massive cyberware.  The boomer 
fired a particle beam at it.  The beam lashed through the figure's stomachand 
chest area, but the man stood where it was.  The boomer took aim at the man's 
head.

"You will have no place in the new order.  You will not be assimilated.  We 
are Borg, you will be destroyed."

It was the last thing the boomer heard, seconds after the Borg in front of it 
had spoken, a massive system crash ensued; the boomer collapsed onto the 
pavement.  Behind it stood another of the Borg. It passed the other Borg and 
examined the wreckage of the two lower floors of a building. 

Sylia began to regain conscience; her head rang as she opened her eyes.  she 
was greeted with darkness.  She tried to move the suit but the systems were 
down.  She reached up with her injured hand and pulled off her helmet.  She 
looked up and gasped at what she saw.  She scrambled back, against the suit's 
weight, until she hit a wall.  One of the cyberware enhanced 'corpses' turned 
to her and spoke.

"You will be assimilated; resistance is futile."  Sylia didn't know what the 
term was supposed to mean with her case, but she didn't care. She snapped out 
her armblade and assumed a defensive posture.

"LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEELLLL SHEEEEEEE WILLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!"  
The warcry came from the left.  A blue hardsuit slammed into one of the Borg, 
jumpjets screaming.  The suit bolted upwards beyond Sylia's veiwing range, 
before a mine detonated on the Borg, causing it to explode violently  Several 
shimmers of light manifested themselves behind the now fighting Borg, and 
several people wearing odd uniforms immediatly ran for cover and began firing 
laser weapons at the Borg force.  A firefight ensued.  Sylia took the time to 
stand, just as her suit systems began to come back online.  her vision was 
clouded by a wave of green; she backed off but hit a wall.

"You will be assimilated."  the Borg said, as Sylia was encompassed with a 
green field.  She passed out as she began to rematerialize in a futuristic 
looking room.

Priss knucklebombed a Borg in the back, before kicking it in the head.  It 
collapsed onto the ground, dead.  A man wearing a red and black uniform 
motioned for her to come closer, before ducking behind some cover.  She 
charged into the now half destroyed building and ducked behind the section of 
wall the man was now behind.

"Listen buddy what the hell is this?"  She said sharply, motioning to the area 
where she was just standing.

"Listen carefully, and answer these questions to the best of your abilities. 
He said seriously.  Priss was about to teach him a few new swearing techniques 
when he placed his hand on her shoulder firmly.  "Please."  He stated it.  
After the blue suit of armor remained still for a few seconds, he proceeded.

"Do you recognize the name Khan?"   The suit paused for a second.

"No."

"When was World War Three?" Priss had had enough. "Okay you jerk I'm sick of 
this bullshit! Now what the hell is going on?"  Her tone was harsh and full of 
hatred.  The man tapped an insignia on his left chest area.  "Riker to Picard. 
 The ship sensors were correct.  This isn't our past, this is an alternate 
timeline.  the borg are beginning to gain footholds already."  The response 
was audible; The whine of laser weapons mixed with the screams of people was 
overpowered only by a driving voice on the other end of the connection.  "Then 
this was a trap! Damnit! We HAVE to get back to our own timeline to stop the 
Borg!"

Commander William Riker responded immediatly and firmly.  "Sir, the Borg are 
here.  We have to stop these or another entire world will be assimilated!"  
Priss backed off a step, and called Linna and Nene through her homing becon.  
"...  How in the hell do they conquer two timelines wi--" The channel suddenly 
stopped transmitting.  The shimmer of transporters engulfed the street in 
front of them.  "Open fire!" Riker thundered as he aimed his phaser and fired 
a beam of destructive energy at one of the borg.  The half machine sparked and 
collapsed back.

Priss leaped around the cover and charged into the horde of machines, she 
ripped into them with pure physical strength.  A borg managed to place its 
hand onto her suit surface while she was engaged with another boomer.  
Electricity pulsed from the borg's hand, and began to weaken the systems on 
the blue suit. Priss screamed a masive warcry as she turned and punched the 
machine's head off.  She was immediatly attacked and overpowered by over 
twenty borg.  Struggling and screaming, she was forced onto the ground in the 
building opposite of the operatives.  Several borg held each of her limbs 
firmly to the ground as another extended a needle from its mechanical arm.  
The borg slowly put the needle up to an area on the blue suits chest.  a small 
laser beam bored into the suit, and opened a small hole.  The borg slowly put 
the needle up to the hole and prepared for insertion.

"PRIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS!!!!"  Linna's voice was extremely loud and determined.  
Priss felt the penetration of the needle into her body as Linna engaged 
several of the borg that had been holding her legs down.  She froze as her 
stomach began to feel icy cool.  Death she did not fear, but somehow she knew 
that was not what awaited her.  A beam of pulsating red energy slammed into 
the borg above her, causing it to collapse.  The needle jabbed farther into 
her body.  She screamed and threw the dead borg from her body.  Another borg 
began to take the dead one's place, but as it released her arm Priss broke 
from the borg's hold.  She bolted back into an upright position and began 
descimating everything in her path.

Linna sliced through several of the Borg.  she noted that if this many boomers 
had attacked her, she would be dead..  She plunged her knucklebomber into a 
borg stomach and detonated it.  What organic material remained in the borg 
exploded out of its back.  She took quick count and was relieved to notice 
that the borg were running low on troops.  The people with the laser weapons 
charged out of their cover and finished off the Borg in a spectacular show of 
pyrotechnics and weapons power.

Priss collapsed, exhausted.  She was among hundreds of dead borg, but she 
could care less.  She breathed heavily for a few seconds.  she looked up and 
saw the commander aiming his weapon directly at her.
"Medscanner!" He commanded to his men. "You in the blue suit, don't move!"  
Priss was pissed beyond her wildest dreams but wisely did not show it.

A man ran up a few feet away from Priss and held an instrument up to her 
stomach area.  "She's clear sir." he reported after a few seconds.  he pulled 
out an instrument which fired a sort of laser at Priss's exoposed area, the 
bleeding stopped, and the wound closed.  The man with the weapon holstered it 
and approached them when a loud *CLANG* caused him to duck and pull out his 
weapon.  He aimed past Priss, who turned as well.  A  borg body flew from the 
alley, and landed in the street.  A red hardsuit emerged, walking confidently 
towards her fellow Knight Sabers.  "That's what you get. Assimilate me?  I 
don't really think so!" She then noticed the people wearing odd clothes 
standing around Priss and Linna. "Uh, who are these people?"  She asked, now 
completely confused.

Priss turned and faced the man who was apperantly their leader. "Yeah, exactly 
who are you anyway?" The man began to speak but was interrupted by Linna 
screaming.  Priss and Nene ran into the building that Linna had decided to 
occupy.

"What Linna?" Priss asked loudly, a slight tinge of fright barely showing in 
her voice.

"Sy-... Sylia's gone..." she pointed at the helmet, which was completely 
crushed.  Priss turned to the man who only a moment ago was aiming a weapon at 
her.  "Okay damnit what the hell happened to her?" she screamed wildly at the 
man, using him as an emotional focus.

The commander began.  "I am Commander William T. Riker of the Starship 
Enterprise.  We need to talk."

END PART ONE

I know this part was a tad short, but I was losing 'emotional focus' near the 
end so I decided to wait until i was ready to write more.  I know I have gone 
severely wrong somewhere in this part, so someone get on my case about it! ;)

Draxon-X