Here is the just complete part two.  I hope you found part one a good intro 
into what is being set up.  I need C&C as always, and will appreciate any I 
get.  As you may have guessed, Draxon's Review Corner is on hold until I 
finish this fic 
I'm thinking maybe 300-400 Kilobytes should be long enough for the initial 
story I plan to have.  I use a lot of stuff from Star Trek: First Contact 
(which isn't out) so if you read this,  expect maybe one or two spoilers (but 
nothing that wasn't in the TV ad ;)

PART TWO: The Knowing

Priss, Linna, and Nene considered what they had just been told.  After 
fighting and nearly losing against a new type of  'Commando' boomers, they 
fought with what was appearantly aliens from the distant future that were 
obsessed with spreading and 'assimilating' everything in their way.  what was 
more, the man claimed to be a commander on a starship.  After hearing about 
the borg, Priss could accept something like that, what really got her was when 
he said he was from the future in an alternate timeline.

"...So the Federation fleet engaged the Borg ship.  It destroyed nearly all of 
our ships, but when the Enterprise arrived, we managed to defeat it.  The 
Enterprise itself was then being assimilated.  The borg were taking over the 
ship deck by deck.  The borg ship launched several 'pods'.  We tried to 
destroy them but they went into some form of temporal disturbance.  After 
reaching Earth, we found seven billion borg. we then discovered that they had 
travelled through time and conquered Earth in the past.  we went back to the 
disturbance and followed them through.  We did not end up in our own past."

"And now the bastards have Sylia?"  She didn't care about using the name.  She 
was angry and someone from an alternate universe couldn't use a Knight Saber's 
name against them.

"Yes.  They are likely on the Enterprise.  She will be assimilated.  All of 
her skills will become one with the borg collective.  The Enterprise came back 
to stop the Borg invasion of Earth, however it seems that the ship is 
incapable of defending itself right now. Tell me, are these suits of yours 
common?"

Linna tired of worrying silently and decided she needed to say something in 
order to survive.  "We have the most advanced technology on the planet when it 
comes to hardsuits, why do you ask?""

Riker's face visibly darkened.  The 'Knight Sabers' as they called themselves, 
had weaponry that could nearly compete in the 24th century, along with armor 
to match.  

"Whats wrong?"  Nene asked, she was worried about Sylia, but if she could take 
a borg on and win EASILY, she didn't see why he was so worried.

"Because, now they know your weapons back and forth.  they will know your 
weakspots, and they will enhance themselves with your technology--

"We have to get her back."  

Riker nodded.  "That would seem to be the best thing to do, however we can't 
contact the ship now.  We need information."  the sound of a distant explosion 
came and faded.

"Come with us."  Priss said, assuming the leadership position within the 
Knight Sabers.  "You are going to help us get Sylia back, but first we need to 
go back to Sylia's place."

Riker stood. "That would seem  an appropriate action. Me and my team are 
useless until we get orders from the ship."

The unlikely alliance began their journey to Sylia's Lady's 633 building.

***

Hundreds of borg stormed the Radison hotel in downtown MegaTokyo.  the area 
outside was a warzone.  ADPolice was engaged in mortal combat with the borg 
hordes.

"GOD DAMNIT THESE AREN'T BOOMERS GET THE FUCKING ARMY OUT HERE!!" Leon 
screamed into his radio before throwing it to the ground, smashing it.  He 
ducked behind a car, where several of his comrads were fighting from.  Every 
few seconds a new cyberware equipped instrument of death would appear out of 
nowhere and begin fighting ADPolice's continually deteoriating forces.  The 
defensive line had already been broken and innocent people were paying.  Leon 
loaded his anti-boomer gause cannon and quickly took aim.  He fired, the 
magnetically propelled shell slammed into one of uncountable borg, sending it 
flying back even as the shell penetrated its limited armor.  An explosion 
rocked the lines of the ADPolice, killing several of his good men.  He looked 
at what remained of the dead bodies, as his face became a twisted mask of 
confusion and hatred.  His unit was only one of the ADPolice that was being 
asked to fight back the equivilent of a full scale invasion.  He turned to the 
four people still surviving in his unit.  His voice shook with emotion.  "Get 
the hell out of here.  I'll try to hold them here for--"

"Hell no sir!" Ryuoko responded.  "I don't run from boomers, and I sure as 
hell wont run from these bastards."  His face was firm and determined.  Leon 
armed a machinegun that he claimed from a dead troop, and prepared to fight 
his final battle.  he stood.  The things were invading various buildings.  
Each of those buildings had thousands of people in them during any given hour. 
 Just as he prepared to fire several hundred large figures landed among the 
now scattered enemy forces and began fighting hand to hand.

"Boomers."  He said grimly. "Just this one time, I hope they blow the hell out 
of something."  He looked up as several GENOM choppers hovered over the area.  
As he began focusing his attention on the GENOM choppers, several USSD troop 
transports arrived in his area, releasing everything from powerarmored troops, 
to battlemovers and combat boomers.  the battle raged once again.  He only 
took a few seconds to rest before rising over his cover and opening fire.  
Nothing was going to destroy or take over a city he spent most of his time 
trying to protect. Nothing.

***

"Data, return control of the ship!" Picard thundered to the now assimilated 
android.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that. There is a new order now. The order of the 
borg. Resistance is FUTILE."

A storm of federation security gaurds flooded the engineering room.  Data 
looked at them, with fire in his eyes. "I admire your tenacity, captain, or 
should I say Locutus.  But be warned; the borg will have this ship or they 
will destroy it.  your choice."  He smiled, and slapped a patch that resided 
on his left shoulder.  He immediatly dissolved in a flash of green.  Picard 
shuddered, and turned to what remained of his miltary force.  "I want control 
of this ship back!" With that he stormed past them and began on his way to the 
bridge.

***

Hours Later; 6:42 P.M.  

"... The forces call themselves the 'borg'.  Megatokyo and all of Japan are 
being swarmed by the horde of nightmares.  The military says that, thanks to 
thier timely alliance with Genom, the borg are losing, but are advising 
civilians to stay in their houses.  If you are attacked, resist with deadly 
force if nessacary; there is nowhere to run-- wait a minute! we have a Knight 
Saber live at Channel 10 studios!"  The camera swirved around and aimed at a 
white hardsuit.

Priss bolted to her feet.  "Okay, this is where we act! We know where she is. 
Lets go get her!"

"Wait!" Riker commanded from a position in front of the TV display.  "Wait 
thirty seconds.  We need to see why she is at a TV studio."  He  had a good 
idea himself, but kept that information to himself.

The white hardsuit aproached the TV reporter, and faced the camera.  
Instantly, its right arm snapped up and slammed into the mans head.  He fell 
down, either unconscience or dead.  Nene gasped at the display, her fears 
growing greater by the minute.  The right arm then pointed at the camera, and 
fired a lancing green shot that seemed to miss.  The cameraman falling in 
front of the camera confirmed it.

"I am Alleria, of borg."  the hardsuited figure pulled off it's helmet, 
revealing a face that was more machine than human.  Sylia's modest skin was 
several shades paler.  Her right eye glowed red, and her left one was totally 
void of emotion or feeling.  "Resistance is futile!"  The camera flew to the 
side, and the sounds of combat could be heard, before the screen went blank.  
Nene began sobbing quietly.  Riker looked at her gently, but did not try to 
comfort her.  All he knew was that he was stuck in the past in an alternate 
timeline, and had no idea of how to proceed."

"Nene, Linna..."  Priss said quietly but firmly, "Get suited up. Were going 
out again."

Nene wiped the tears from her eyes, and simply proceeded to go to the hardsuit 
bay.  Linna did much the same, except her face burned with a desire for 
revenge, something she had not felt in years.  Priss waited until the other 
Knight Sabers were out of the room before giving Riker a look that was both 
questioning and demanding.  He stood, and placed his hand on her shoulder.  He 
nodded slowly.  Priss had all the information she needed.  She exited the room 
and proceeded to the hardsuit bay.  There was a war and now it had been raised 
to a higher level.

End Part 2

Part Three  -- The Wrath of the Gods.

This part will be under construction as soon as i leave my mailing program.