This is my completely rewritten part one of BGC Combine.  I am in desperate 
need of C&C  (I got none from my Alpha test) so somebody please reply if you 
read this!  Also, First Contact (the Trek movie) came out after i finished 
writing part one.  If the FC parts are off, oh well ;)
     Priss throttled her bike, giving her another burst of speed as she soared 
through the highways of MegaTokyo.  She revelled in the speed, and the freedom 
she had since the final defeat of Largo.  After his destruction, the Knight 
Sabers had finally found peace.  Boomer rampages still occured, but the 
ADPolice seemed to finally have a hold on boomer crimes.  She passed several 
cars that appeared to be moving in slow motion, and sped past the area that 
two years ago, she had shot Largo, beginning her attempt  to free Anri.  
Memories flushed through her mind, of her friends, the people she considered 
family, and friends long since lost.  Her leg was still sore from the last 
fight she had been in, although otherwise it was completely healed.  In a few 
days, all of the physical damage from her long and hard battle would be gone. 
She thought of how nearly a year and a half ago, she had been shot on stage, 
ruining her singing ability when she had finally had a chance to make it big.  
Her voice was finally recovered, thanks to new microsurgery techniques that 
she had been pushed into trying.  She though of the many highs and lows of her 
life, before her stomach began to growl.  Priss grinned slightly,  took an 
exit off of the highway and proceeded to find any place that might have a good 
bite to eat...

*** A Place Far, Far Away...

     The bridge of the Defiant rocked violently as the Borg ship sliced into 
it with green cutting rays.  Worf stayed firm in the captains chair as pillers 
of Tri-Titanium collapsed from the ship's structure.  A conduit in the wall 
exploded, sending coolant into the bridge as sparks flew from all directions. 
"Luitenant, status!"  Worf demanded.  A section of the wall exploded, sending 
debris across the bridge.  The luetenant at the conn grasped desperately to 
the panel, which was now barely functioning. "We've lost shields and our 
weapons are gone!" he responded desperately.

     Worf looked forward into the static filled viewscreen as smoke and toxic 
chemicals began filling the bridge. "Perhaps today is a good day to die!"  He 
roared as another green ray of energy slammed into the ship, rocking it 
violently.  An eerie blue haze engulfed him as the ship exploded...

*** Megatokyo 2035 A.D.

     Sylia looked over the data she had recieved from the testing of Priss in 
the holo-sim.  "Well done, Priss." She said casually as she prepared the room 
for Linna's testing.  "Linna, your in next." She stated as her cell-phone 
began to ring. She pulled it from her pocket, and answered it.

     "Hello?"
     "It's me." Fargo's voice was raspy over the phone line.
     "Yes?"  Sylia answered.  When Fargo called it either meant the Knight 
Sabers had a job offer, or Fargo                     had some rather 
expensive, yet useful information that he would sell for the correct price.
     "There is a boomer rampage in one of the larger commercial sections of 
the city,"  He coughed before      continuing.  "One of my clients requested 
that I contact the Knight Sabers and give you the offer."
     "What about a fee?"  Sylia asked.
     "It is a bit above what your used to, but that should be no problem for 
you."
     "Very well,  I need the details of the job."
     "The sight is in downtown MegaTokyo, specifically Amarok Stockbrokers.  
Be careful Sylia, there is a      new type of boomer on the scene, so be 
prepared...."
  
*** 24th Century

     "MAINTAIN FIRE!" Picard thundered as the ship wrenched from continuos 
pounding from the borg.  On the viewscreen yet another Federation ship was 
descimated by the huge, and seemingly indestructible borg ship.  Another 
volley of photon torpedoes slammed into the borg ship, causing only a display 
of pyrotechnics and fireworks as the borg ship ignored the fire.  A voice 
echoed in his head "Locutus..."  he briefly considered what he could do.  The 
borg ship had been damaged quite severely at one point in the battle, before 
it adapted to the Federation's new weapons and proceeded to smash the entire 
battle fleet. "Locutus..."  the voice echoed in his head again.

     "Adapting..." Picard muttered to himself.
     "Sir?"  Riker asked
     "That's it!"  Picard stood, and quickly ran to the weapons station now 
manned by Worf.  He called up a scan of the borg and pinpointed a single 
location on the lower corner of the massive ship.  He then openened a 
communications frequency to the Federation fleet.
     "This is Captain Jean Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise, in thrity 
seconds, open fire on the following coordinates!"  He quickly transmitted the 
location to be attacked.  He turned to Worf.  "Once we have destroyed that 
section of the ship," he said officially, then paused."Proceed to blow them 
straight to hell."  He ordered, with venom dripping from his voice.  He turned 
and began toward the command chair as the Borg Queen appeared on the 
viewscreen.

     "You can't win, Locutus.  Surrender now and be assimilated."  She said 
confidently.
     "Can't win?  I don't believe so!  I will not surrender!"  His face was a 
mixture of burning anger and newfound confidence.
     "Oh, but Locutus, as you have said several times in the past, resistance 
is futile.  Why fight the inevitable?"
      Picard counted the seconds before the remainder of the Federation battle 
fleet would unleash it's combined firepower on the borg ship.  He stared the 
Borg queen directly in the eye as the time approached zero.  "Resist this."  
He said coldly.  The Borg queen was un-moved.

  The fifteen or so remaining Federation ships opened fire simultaniously with 
phasers and photon torpedoes, the lancing beams on energy converged at one 
point on the borg ship, a spectacular explosion ensued, as a small chunk of 
the huge cube ruptured.

     "The borg subspace field has collapsed."  Data reported.
     "Open fire, all weapons!"  Riker stood as the viewscreen flickered back 
to a visual representation of the Borg ship.  Beams of red energy bored into 
it from all directions, creating looms of fire on the surface of the ship.  
Volleys of photon torpedoes slammed into the still only lightly damaged ship, 
blowing large sections of the ship apart in a spectacular lightshow.  A 
specially modified Nebula class starship assumed a position starboard-aft of 
the Enterprise and began firing torpedoes in rapid succession.  A chain of 
explosions rippled across the borg ship, throwing burning sections of the 
massive hulk into the void of space.  The borg ship tractored a badly damaged 
Excelsior class starship, and began firing.

*** U.S.S.  Victory

     Captain Lewis wiped the blood from his forehead as the borg ship latched 
his ship with a tractor beam. "Luetenant Rikardo, target the source of that 
tractor beam and fire!"  He commanded as the ship master intruder alert 
sounded.

     "Sir, we have nothing left to fire with!  I'm also getting intruder 
alerts on decks 3 through 15!"  The luetenant at the helm announced nervously. 

     Captain Lewis looked at the borg ship through a static filled viewscreen. 
 It was quickly being blown apart by the main fleet elements, but held onto 
it's vice-like tractor lock stubbornly.  Several flashes of green glimmered on 
the bridge.  "Set a course for the borg ship and engage!"  Captain Lewis 
thundered as he stood and unholstered his phaser.  Rikardo quickly tapped in 
several series' of commands before a green burst of energy slammed into him.  
The last thing he did while living was press the engage button.

***  Enterprise

     The viewscreen dimmed slightly as the Victory slammed into the Borg ship, 
destroying a large portion of the massive vessel.  Several lancing cutting 
rays slammed into the Nebula class ship Stardust, slicing holes neatly through 
the ships warp engines.  Several explosions began to engulf the Borg ship as 
it's internal systems began to overload.

     "We've done it!" Picard exclaimed emotionally.  
     "Picking up several 'pods' ejecting from the Borg ship."  Data reported 
as he quickly tapped several commands into the conn.
     "Mr. Worf, destroy those pods!" Riker commanded as he stood up and 
assumed a position next to Picard
     "Sir--I am detecting a subspace distortion directly ahead of us, high 
magnitude, low energy emmisions."  Data reported effeciently.
     "The pods are moving directly for the distortion."  Worf stated seriously 
as he keyed the command to fire more phasers at the Borg pods.
     
     The vortex of swirling green energy ribbons incresed in brightness as 
borg pods began swarming into it  Red beams of destructive phaser energy 
coalesced with the swirling image of chaos, creating a cosmic whirlpool of 
energy.

*** MegaTokyo 2035 AD

     Largo's crumpled and mangled form slowly crawled from the MegaTokyo 
fusion powerplant.  Half of the form's head had been sliced off earlier, with 
various holes and explosive damage littering the image of a crawling corpse.

System Report
Visual Input: DESTROYED
Contact Input: 76% Damage, Repair Time 100 Hours Pending Repairs of Primary 
Systems
Audio Input: 46% Damage, Repair Time 22 Hours, Partial Input Available
Human Desguise Systems:  Inactive; 59% Damage Repair Time 43 Hours 
Combat Readiness:  Level  9
Myomer Muscular Systems 78% Damage Repair Time 163 Hours
CPU & Primary Storage Systems: 12%

     "Damn... Knight... Sabers..." Largo muttered as he struggled to continue 
moving.  He knew that he was still in the vicinity of the power plant, and he 
needed to gain distance before diverting power to his repair systems.

    "You will be assimilated.  Resistance is FUTILE."  The voice was 
mechanical, and coming from somewhere near Largo.
     "Boomer..."  Largo smiled inwardly.  "Touch me, join with the voice..."  
That was the last he said before his systems shut down.

***  2035 A.D. Downtown MegaTokyo

     Sylia dodged desperately as a large, sleekly designed green boomer 
desolated the pavement with a hammer-strike where she had been less than a 
second ago.  the boomer quickly looked directly at her, and activated a 
forehead mounted particle cannon.  The blast caught Sylia square in her chest, 
destroying armor and knocking her back several feet.  She quickly scrambled to 
avoid any follow up strike the boomer may have had planned, and was rewarded.  
One second after dodging, a three feet wide heat cannon bored through several 
feet of concrete on the Amorak MegaTokyo firm.  The suit announced it's 
activation of the 'Struggle Combat Mode' as she turned and unleashed her 
counter attack.  Autocannon fire sprayed across the boomer's armor, blasting 
off bits of the boomer's thick armor.  A massive force slammed into her from 
behind, sending her forward into the first boomer.  She extended her armblades 
as she slammed into the massive machine of death.

     Linna landed between Sylia and one of the boomers just as it prepared to 
charge.  A blast of energy grazed her armor from her right, where Priss was 
now engaged in mortal combat with one of the stubborn machines.  She charged 
and activated her nano-molecular ribbons, and with a single graceful sweep of 
the head, sent them into the boomer, she swept her head back, and deactivating 
the ribbons.  She quickly leaped back to allow the boomer a blast radius, when 
it charged and and struck her in the head, knocking her into Sylia.

     Priss delivered several railgun bolts into the stomach area of the green 
boomer.  the bolts pierced the boomer, and crackled as the boomers power flow 
conducted through them.  The boomer retreated several steps as it pulled the 
rails out of its highly damaged power systems.  Priss charged and delivered a 
knucklebomber shot to its stomach, blowing off it's remaining armor and 
destroying portions of the boomers internal structure.  The boomer knocked her 
into the pavement with a well timed blow to the back area as it collapsed back 
several more steps.  The blue hardsuit quickly leaped back to it's feet.  The 
visor was crushed and partially ripped off of the helmet structure, and the 
armor showed obvious signs of abuse.  The boomer switched to reserve power as 
it charged again.

     Nene backed off as she continued her delaying action.  The boomer she was 
fighting was far beyond her combat ability and it didn't seem to have 
reservations about showing it.  "Sylia, I need some help here..." she said 
nervously as she narrowly avoided a point blank blast of energy.  "Hold on..." 
 Sylia grunted between breaths.  "Thirty seconds..."

     Linna recovered her senses as she opened her eyes.  She quickly stood, 
and saw herself in the middle of a resturaunt filled with frightened people.  
She turned to the newly formed hole in the wall when she was greeted by a very 
large, very damaged green combat boomer.  It's left arm was completely gone, 
and its chest and head areas showed heavy damage.  Linna charged, before 
side-slipping beside the boomer.  She assumed a defensive posture in the 
middle of the street and waited for her opponent to attack.

     "AAAAAAHHH!" Nene screamed as she soared through the air.  She landed 
next to Sylia with the loud crash of metal on concrete.  Sylia turned quickly 
to see yet another boomer approaching her position in a haughty manner.  
"Priss, Linna.  Close in on my position immediatly."  She assumed a defensive 
posture directly to the right of Nene's crumpled form.  "Nene, can you stand?" 
 She asked as she lashed out with autocannon fire.

     "OOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE SSSSSMMMAAASSSHHH!!!!!!"  

     The thundering voice came from above, Sylia quickly glanced to asses a 
newly possible threat when the ground next to her crumpled.  she turned, and 
gasped when she saw a nine foot harsuited figure standing directly next to 
her.  Several more figures leaped into the battlefield.  The boomers assessed 
their new targets.
 
     "Sorry if I scared you." The very large figure stated as it charged the 
boomer to Sylia's rear.  Four hardsuits of medium sizes were engaging and 
destroying the one she had fought with.  Sylia knelt down next to Nene, when 
she first became aware of her quiet sobbing.

     "Are you okay?"  She asked quietly as particle beams scorched the air 
above her.
     "I... I think it's...just popped... not sure..."  She lifted her leg as 
confirmation.  Sylia stood as Linna and Priss arrived.

     "Sylia, exactly who are these people?"  Priss pointed at the hardsuited 
group that was now splitting up and searching various nearby areas.
     "I have no idea.  We need to get Nene back to the infirmiry.  She was hit 
quite hard in the head with possible neck injuries."
     Nene stood, and ceased all signs of crying.  "Can we get out of here?"  
She asked quietly,  "I need some asperin ow ow ow..."

     "Sure. Okay everyone, lets get out of here."  

     "You will be assimilated."  The group turned to see what was appearently 
a heavily cybered, very pale human.
  
     "And just who would you be?"  Sylia asked, puzzled and slightly 
frustrated.

     "I am C-127 of Borg. Reisitance is futile, you will be assimilated."  The 
borg charged forward, raising it's right arm.  Arcs of electricity began to 
emanate from it as it closed in on Linna's position.

     "No you don't buddy."  Priss said matter-of-factly as she stepped between 
Linna and the borg.  Sylia promptly opened fire with both of her autocannons, 
which ripped through the borg.  It collapsed to the ground.

     "Okay, lets go, now!"  She activated her flight systems, and bolted.  She 
was quickly followed by the remainder of the Knight Sabers.

     The nine foot tall hardsuited figure looked around a corner.  "There is 
absolutely nothing left.  This sucks. I was wanting to smash some boomers!"  
He turned, and saw a horde of... somethings.

     "You will be assimilated!"  The borg began charging

     "OOOOGGGRRREEEEEEE BLAST!!!!"  Weapon arrays snapped into position on his 
shoulders, while plates of armor folded on his wrists, revealing more 
weaponry.  He took aim and fired with all weapons, screaming missiles coupled 
with the roar of particle pulses filled the air.  The shots tore into the borg 
ranks.  He charged through what remained of the borg horde, fighting his way 
to the main highway.  He looked to his left to see a massive firefight 
underway between the rest of Artimis Omega and the borg.

     "Okay...." he said as a compartment on his back opened.  "I think I need 
to teach them the art of the staff."  He reached back and pulled a metal staff 
from the compartment.  He flicked the bow forward.  It began to glow an eerie 
violet color.  He then proceeded to run into the now heavy fighting.


***

"...We repeat, some form of organized force... downtown MegaTokyo!  Weapons 
becomming less and less effective! We're being blown all to hell down here!  
We need K-12's here now!!"  The assembled Knight Sabers listened intently to 
the broadcast over AD Police lines.  "This is dispatch to all deployed units.  
We have military assistance secured if nessecary.  They stand ready with 
airstrikes and combat boomers."

   "WELL THEN GET THEM THE HELL O---!!!!!"	The transmission was cut off in a 
mix of screams and explosions.

     Sylia calmly pulled her cell-phone out of her front pocket, and quickly 
dialed a number...

     "It's me..."

Chapter One Deemed Complete