Ranma of BORG
Disclaimer: I dont own any of these characters. Suing me will only make me
more evil. Bwahahahahahahahaha(cough sputter)
Ive changed the timelines a bit to suite my own needs (and because it was
fun) so in Star Trek: Next Generation this takes place after the third movie
'Insurrection', Deep Space 9 after the last episode, Voyager 1 1/2 years
after the conflict between the BORG and species 8472.
Special thanks to my prereaders Jerry and Jay La Valley.
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Please keep in mind that Federation historians didnt know until the
highlight of the BORG Federation war that not all BORG cubes were alike.
For example BORG cubes that have to function while separated from the
collective (i.e. in another universe) were given drones that are very smart
so as to form theyre own collective.
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The organic ship cruised through fluidic space like a fish through water.
Though the organic ship didnt so much resemble a fish as a missile. The
captain of this ship sat in her control chair, counting down the hours until
she could dump the scientist at the research station. She asked te ship for
the time and sighed again as the ship reported that only elleven minutes had
elapsed since the last time she asked. As sleep was about to claim her the
ship reported a unknown ship heading toward them, frowning mentally she
ordered the ship to increase speed. Several minutes later the ship reported
that the unknown had altered course to intercept. Now the captain knew that
the unknown was not some undocumented form of fluidic life, as she called up
long range sensor logs and saw that the unknown only contained 13% organic
matter, the rest being inorganic. Then she saw the 2 other unknowns in
front of her ship. Before trying to repel the first BORG boarding party she
transmitted a distress call. She died fighting.
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BORG research cube to collective, have acquired sample of species 8472 and
have started adding its DNA to infant R1127893-098435-H test's prove that
this species biological structure can be successfully added to our own, will
stay in fluidic space another 48 hours to carry out studies to assimilate
fluidic space.
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Organic fightercraft were dispatched from the research station before the
transport had transmitted its distress call, the research stations sensor
arrays had detected the emergence of intruders into fluidic space. They
knew it was too late upon recieving the distress call but they wanted to
make the intruders *pay*.
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BORG research cube to collective, URGENT, both escort cubes destroyed by
species 8472s armada, half of crew dead, am attempting to open singularity
home.
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The organic fighters stopped persuing the small cube as it disappeared. Now
they had to warn everyone, collect the fleets and prepare to destroy this
new enemy before any more innocent lives were lost. This was all summed up
in one sentence. THEIR UNIVERSE MUST BE PURGED!!!
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The borg research cube and its crew had been severely damaged by species
8472s surprise attack and therefore the singularity they managed to create
did not lead to there own universe but to a universe where chaos is more
evident and in most cases weirder, of course Im speaking of the
Takahashiverse (Twilight zone music starts playing) as the Borg cube emerges
from the singularity its spatial drives explode from the stress of recent
combat compounded by inter-dimensional travel.
Cube Collective: Drive units off line time to repair 2 hours time to impact
with planet 1 hour, all contact with collective lost, transport test subject
to small island and prepare for impact.
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Meanwhile in Nerima a lone sad figure walks down the street talking to
himself.
"What am I gonna do? Without an heir both branches of the School of
Anything Goes Martial Arts will vanish along with (calculating smile) all
the potential profit." Genma then notices a brief flash out of the corner
of his eye, when he turns to see what it is he finds a baby lying on the
ground.
"How'd this child get here? (looks around) where are his parents?
(calculating smile) well it seems that I have an heir after all (looks
closer at the baby) of course after I get this stuff off his face."
Unnoticed by Genma is a shooting star that was a BORG research cube which
later impacts an area 20 miles south of Jusynkyo.
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16 years later
Dream sequence: A long corridor lined with what could be alcoves and in most
of the alcoves are huminoid figures, that is if you define pale face bald
creatures that are covered from head to toe in what appears to be black
plastic that have either one hand or as many as four then yes they are
humanoid.
"Ranma of Borg it is time to come back." A strange voice calls out
seemingly from everywhere.
One of the humanoids disengages themself (herself?) from its alcove as
several more start disengaging themselves as well and head right for the
observer. Beams of laser light start to rake the observer's vision, as the
figures draw closer they raise theyre arms to reveal stange protrusions
along their forearms or in place of hands. As they move closer the observer
can see that parts of theyre bodies have been replaced with strange
mechanical contraptions.
"RESISTANCE_IS_FUTILE_YOU_WILL_BE_ASSIMALATED" The strange voice that at
first sounded comforting and freindly now sounds evil, this general
impression is reinforced as the humaniod figures converge on the observer.
Ranma wakes up kicking and screaming, which is cut-off abruptly as Akane
mallets him into unconsciousness.
"Honestly! cant I get any sleep." Says an exasperated Akane as she puts
away her mallet from whereever she stores it.
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Early morning Nerima we find Ranma at the breakfast table silently staring
at the table trying to remember all of what happenned in his nightmare,
Genma didn't exactly like Ranma "slacking off" like that but he got very
little sleep because of Ranma's nightmares.
(what do these nightmares mean?) Ranma keeps asking himself this question as
scenes from his dream and snitches of the voice replay through his head.
Akane sets down a large plate of......something one might expect to find
around Chyrnobyl with a wide smile on her face and a curious look around the
room for her recently (and hastily) departed family, then she sets her
sights on Ranma and for a second Ranma see's the Reapers face.
"Here ya go Ranma, eat up I made it especially for you." Akane says, while
totally missing Ranma's look of sheer terror.
"Okay but what is it?" Ranma says as he experimentally pokes the contents
of the plate(did that plate just move?).
"Its miso soup, I made alot of it so eat up."
"Um Akane Im not feeling very hungry now, Ill see you at school." Says
Ranma as he nervously backs away from the thing Akane cooked (Oh My god it
just winkedat me!!!). Now at this point Ranma would be running out of the
house as fast as possible were it not for Akane holding onto his shirt
keeping him in one spot.
Akane starts glaring at Ranma. "OH NO!!! not this time your going to eat
what I cooked and like it." She proceeds to shovel big spoonfulls of.....
stuff formerly known as food into Ranma's mouth, this has the predictable
affect of making Ranma deathly ill. After alternating between several
shades of green and deep blue Ranma escapes to the bathroom.
"BARF" For now with the limitations of text that word will have to convey
Ranma's suffering.
"Uhh what did Akane put in that" Ranma wonders, then thinks its better not
knowing since that information would probably just make him more sick. But
as these thoughts flicker through his brain's synapses he feels a sting at
the base of his neck. "AAAWWW!!" A small metallic looking dragonfly darts
out of the bathroom, its mission fulfilled.
"Ranma!!!(knocks on door) are you okay? Did Akane's food try to eat you
again?" Kasumi enters the bathroom in the hopes of helping Ranma overcome
the efects of Akane's cooking, when she see's Ranma clutch his neck in pain
she start's to worry.
Faintly " Im okay Kasumi, some bug stung me." Well he hoped it was a bug,
the dull throbbing in his neck is getting more painful.
"Ranma you look very pale, are you feeling alright? maybe you should stay
home today." So saying this Kasumi guides Ranma to his room. Totally
missing the dark spots growing on his cheek and neck.
Ranma coughs and shakes his head in agreement as he goes back to his room.
collective: Continue stage 1, begin stage 2.
Some minutes later Kasumi comes into Ranma's room while he is sleeping to
open the window.
"There a bit of fresh air should help."
20 minutes later another robotic dragonfly flies through the window to
deliver another sting to Ranma's neck. This process is repeated every hour
or so unless someone else is in the room.
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Meanwhile inside of Ranma's body, the white blood cells were mad. Unlike
normal blood cells who couldnt feel emotions, Ranma's red/white blood cells
were smart enough to experience 2 emotions, happiness, and anger. When the
body was safe they were happy. But when the body was being invaded by
contaminants that had no business being there they were angry. And right
now they were beyond angry as they found the invaders trying to mimic
*them*. As the last of the BORG nanoprobes were dealt with a few of the
blood cells left to find a T cell and call reinforcements.
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Starship Voyager
"Okay Seven what do you have." Capt. Janeway announces as she steps into
the Astrometrics lab, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"The BORG scout cube destroyed 1 week ago had some incrypted data I was not
able to break until 3 hours ago. From the information content I can
ascertain that the Collective does not have all of the details." Seven of
Nine then begins replaying records of the battle so as to remind the
captain.
"Please get to the point Seven I havent had much sleep tonight." Capt.
Janeway would normally endure Seven's monologue were it not for the lack of
sleep during this week.
"Very well captain. It appears that before the war between the Borg and
species 8472 a research cube traveling in fluidic space found a way to add
the genes of species 8472 to infant borg. Fortunately they were attacked by
8472s armada before they could transmit the result, the escort cubes were
destroyed but the research cube got away, albeit sightly damaged, by using
its spatial drives to go to another universe. It now appears that the
Collective has come into possession of information that will allow it to
retrieve the test infant." The main screen then shows a complex array of
mathematical formulae dealing with elleven dimensional translation and
position.
Gulp. "Weve got to stop them, if they find a way to assimalate species 8472
it wont be long until they come after the Federation. Can you modify the
deflector array to create a spatial singularity to fluidic space?" Capt.
Janeway tries not to think of what the BORG could do if they assimalated
species 8472.
"It will take 3 hours."
"You have 1 1/2 hours get anyone you need to make the modifications." Capt.
Janeway quickly leaves the Astrometrics lab, missing Seven of Nine's
confused expression.
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The information expressed here has been translated from the BORG Collective,
please keep in mind that the translation techniques used are still
imperfect. It should also be noted that 3 temporal agents of the future
Federation lost theyre lives to smuggle this data out.
BORG Collective: New search patterns have proven 80% effective despite the
interference of species 8472. The search pattern has narrowed down the list
of candidate escape universes to 20 universes. Intensify the search, add 20
scout cubes to the task force. Sources indicate that species 8472 is
preparing for another incursion to our universe. Recent skirmishes have
shown that species 8472 have become immune to our nanoprobes. Subject
R1127893-098435-H must be found at all cost. You Will Comply.
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Meanwhile inside Federation space
Captains Log: (stardate) The Enterprises test run is going smoothly, the new
crewmates are fitting in well though it will be several more weeks until the
ship and crew will be deemed fit for active duty. On a side note Starfleet
sensor platforms and picket ships have picked up increased BORG activity,
what worries me is that the sensor readings show all BORG cubes and such
other vehicles to be 'withdrawing' instead of massing for an attack.
Whatever it is they are up to my gut feeling tell's me that it isnt good for
the Federation or anybody else.
"You don't know how right you are Mon Capi Tain." Says a smug Q as he steps
through a wall.
"Q!, what the hell are you doing here?" Capt. Picard stands up trying to
ready himself for whatever devious tricks Q is about to pull.
"Aw captain cant I just visit my good freind Picard without him being
suspicious of me?" Q says with a hurt expression on his face.
"Everytime you come here you cause trouble like the time when you introduced
the Federation to the BORG, who later assimalated me in a plan to
assimalate the entire Federation. Then when you were stripped of your
power's you came here for asylum, consequentially drawing all of your
enemies into attacking my ship. Whenever you came here you have caused
incalcuable damage both psychological and physical, and you dare to presume
Im your *freind*!!!!" Capt. Picard shouts the last word as he tries to
intimidate Q into leaving. Surprisingly enough it works.
Taken back by Picard's anger "Well if that's how you feel I guess you dont
want to know what the BORG are up to." Q starts to phase through the wall
where he came from.
Grounds his teeth in frustration. Out of all the times Q could have been
serious he chooses now. "STOP!! fine talk, just make it quick."
1 hour later Captain Picard is at the bridge.
"Data plot a course for DS9, Engineering?" Capt. Picard says as he exits
from the turbolift with an expression few have seen since that one encounter
with the BORG.
"Geordi here." His voice comes from nowhere.
"Can we travel at warp 9?" This question sounds more like an order.
"We can but Id advise against it, the plasma conduits arent correctly
aligned yet." Geordi says, trying to figure out why the captain is so
upset.
"Objection noted you have 5 minutes to prepare." Capt. Picard sounds like
he is already trying to figure out what to do next.
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Down in Engineering.
Gulp. "Okay everyone, I want everything double checked. Rilley your in
charge of watching the plasma conduits, if anything goes wrong let me know."
Geordi gets underway trying not to look as worried as he appears.
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"Open a channel to Starfleet Command."
"Ready sir."
"This is Captain Jean Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise we have come
into possession of information vital to the survival of the Federation.
Attached to this transmission is a recording with the being known as Q. I
advise you to make your decision quick, time is of the essence." Capt.
Picard signals for the young ensign to send the message.
"Transmission sent sir." The young ensign at her duty station called back.
"Helm warp factor 9, engage." Capt. Picard sits down in his seat, trying to
ignore his gut feeling that he may be too late.
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1 hour later. The starship Voyager is holding steady at a red giant as the
modifications are made to the deflector array. Seven of Nine steps into the
breifing room and sits down in her assigned seat along with everyone else.
"Excellent Mr paris. Now Seven how are the modifications going?" Capt.
Janeway doesnt look any better, in fact she looks a bit worse. Seven on the
other hand appears to be a bit nervous as she wrings her hands in nervous
anticipation behind her back.
"Modifications to the deflector array have been completed we can leave as
soon as Harry Kim readjust's the sheilds for fluidic space."
"Good. But next time Seven try not to step on B'Elanne's toe's so much
okay. Now Tuvok your prognosis?" Capt. Janeway grimaces from her little
*talk* with B'Elanna.
"Given the matter of urgency surrounding this mission we should ask species
8472 for any assistance they can render since it is in theyre best interest
to keep the BORG away from the test subject."
"Is that why were in orbit around this star?" Capt. Janeway glances at the
electronic notepad on her desk, she is going through all of the information
that Seven of Nine provided for her regarding the test subject.
"Indeed. This is where the newest sighting of organic ships occured. It is
logical to assume that species 8472 would also want to find the test subject
and keep him out of the BORG's hands.
"No, we should find the test subject without the help of species 8472. They
might try to use him to complete there plans for the extermination of all
life in this universe." Seven of Nine begins to question her own emotions .
"Noted, but we dont even know where to begin searching as you pointed out
the information we have is sketchy at best and without the help of species
8472 to search or fight off the BORG we may never recover the test subject."
"Are you sure we should recover him. For all we know he may try to
assimalate us on the spot, and with some genetic enhancements courtesy of
species 8472 wed be powerless to stop him." Lt. Paris starts to scowl as he
remembers the last time Voyager went up against the BORG. He shivers as he
imagines a BORG with the biological defenses of species 8472.
Stern voice "We dont even know what he's like. If we dont find him well
never know if the BORG did. Furthermore he is a human being, like you Mr.
Paris his past isnt so good but Im willing to give him a chance to prove his
innocence. Is that clear?" This is not so much a question as a challenge
as she rakes her senior staff with her cold hard eyes, a few have the
decency to cringe.
"Yes Mam!" Including Tom Paris.
"Good. Are there any more questions?" She says this in a calm and
controlled voice as she lets everyone know that they have nothing to fear.
"Yes, what are we going to do once we find him?" Chakotay proceeds to
scroll throught some o the information that Seven uploaded into his memo
pad, trying to find a way to detect a un-assimalated BORG
"I dont know yet. We could take him with us or we could turn him over to
species 8472, ....but if there is no other choice then well terminate him."
Capt. Janeway looks down for a few moments, collecting herself.
Everyone leaves the briefing room, albeit a little shooken up. The Captain
and Seven of Nine enter the turbolift.
"Engineering. "
"Turbolift stop. Captain?" Seven of Nine stares directly at Capt. Janeway.
"Yes, what's troubling you?"
"It concerns your decision to destroy the infant." At this point Seven
looks slightly flustered as she tries to keep her resolve firm.
"I havent decided to destroy him yet, as I said well determine the
appropriate course of action based on his reaction to the past and or if he
is already a part of the collective. For all we know he could be the reason
the BORG have almost found him." Janeway tries not to think of killing a
innocent being by concentrating on why Seven is asking her these questions.
"That is hardly likely Captain. The maximum universal limit to the BORG
subspace link is 2 universes no more."
"Seven Ive answered your question now answer mine. Why do you want to
recover the test subject. We could have told species 8472 what the BORG
know and leave them be."
Seven cant meet the captains eyes as she tries to sort out the feelings she
has felt more and more since discovering the continued existance of infant
R1127893-098435-H. Its almost like the feelings she had begun to develope
for the BORG drone One before he died. Finally she decides to take a risk.
"Infant R1127893-098435-H is my son."
"I see why you care for him, but why didn't you tell everyone at the
breifing?" Capt. Janeway is shocked at the intensity of Seven's gaze.
"I dont know. All of these feelings are still new to me, I...I..didnt know
how everyone would react."
"There's nothing to worry about Seven, well get him back. (crack's a smile)
Just as long as you understand that Im not changing diapers, agreed?"
"Thankyou captain, Turbolift proceed." Releif washes over Seven of Nine as
she begins to wonder what her son is like and if he will accept her.
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collective: Subject R1127893-098435-H a.k.a. Ranma has proven most resistant
to the nanoprobes, assimalation is at 25%. Cause of failure of assimilation
must stem from the genetics of species 8472, therefore to assimilate we must
use nanoprobes tailored to species 8472s genetic structure. Assistance is
needed, resources are nearly depleted. Repair and activate subspace
transponder. WE_ARE_BORG_
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Meanwhile in Nerima Ranma returned to school the next day, his father would
not let him sleep. Hopefully while in school he'll be able to get some
decent rest.
"Ranma!" Miss Hinako appears to have other plans concerning Ranma.
Ranma's head is still down on his desk, though it looks like he isnt
experiencing pleasant dreams. "AAAHH! get away." The rest of Ranma's
screaming is cut off as Miss Hinako drains his life force.
"Now Ranma." Says the husky voice of Miss Hinako's adult form. "<Answer
the question.>"
"<What was the question again>" It takes a couple of moments for Ranma to
realize that he just spoke flawless English never mind that he had
understood the english Miss. Hinoka had been spouting.
This fact isnt lost on the rest of the class, or Miss. Hinako as she gets
angry.
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In another part of Nerima a transaction is taking place.
"Ah excellent choice sir, is most unusual item. It is rumored that with
that glove any person you defeat will become your slave." The store owner
looks more closely at the customer, deciding how much money he can get from
the fool. "50,000 yen"
"Ill take it!" Cries the insane kendoist as he starts laughing.
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Authors rantings
If you havent watched Voyager you probably dont know about species 8472,
they are quadrapeds (4 legs), theyre technology is totally based on
organics, they communicate telepathically, and they really hate the BORG for
invading theyre universe.
C&C Q&C and even $ are appreciated. Flames will be sent to someone else.
And tactical nukes will be disarmed. ja ne
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