From: tlb2665@usl.edu (Burleigh Thomas L)
Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative
Subject: ST:USS Cavalier, Chapter 12, "Diversion"
Date: 5 Oct 92 14:55:07 GMT
Organization: University of Southwestern Louisiana


(C) Copyright 1992 by Thomas L. Burleigh. The following are the property
of Paramount Pictures, Inc: the characters of William T. Riker, Jean-Luc
Picard, D'Tan, and Spock; the Borg, Romulan, and Vulcan races; the
StarFleet organization; and, the USS Enterprise. This story is an original
work of fiction base on Star Trek: The Next Generation, a registered
trademark of Paramount. All rights reserved.


                                 ST:USS Cavalier
                                   Chapter 12
                                   "Diversion"

   "Well, most of us are human," Riker responded after he quickly recovered
his mother-wit. "And just what, or who, in the hell are YOU?!?"
   This was a rather good question. The attractive lady that had suddenly
materialized in the Cavalier's bridge was scantily dressed in a pink,
loose fitting outfit which was just a set of shorts and a sleeve-less top.
   Around her face and arms were various miniature appliance. There was a
red monocle over her right eye, various wires and braces over her arms and
legs, and metallic-like sandals on her feet.
   "I am Barbara Glenser, Historian Primary of the UniMind," she started.
Her voice was a smooth contrallo - almost sultry. "We pulled your ship over
here because we thought we discovered a new powerful race.  No other
technology has stood up to our Cyborg ships, much less kept them from their
holy task."
   "Holy task?!?!", Riker asked in bewilderment. Anger rising in his voice,
"what kind of task would a genocidal race like your's find HOLY?!"
   Riker was going to take a step forward when he noticed something unusual
on the viewscreen. Someone had typed upon it. It read, "Keep her talking.
Amanda's going to take her out! Thompson."
   (Very clever!) Riker thought to himself. This Borg lady couldn't see the
screen as she was facing Riker by the command chair. (Get lucky Amanda!)
thought Riker as she inched herself foward from behind.
   "In all the races of the Galaxy, there is one primary goal that is
strived for. The achievement of godhood. The merging of all souls into one
grand life-force. This is our Holy Cause - to merge all souls possible into
one life-force. To assimilate as many as possible..."
   Riker saw Dr. T'Por move her right hand into the finger-position for a
mind meld. She quietly shuffled a few more inches closer.
   Riker stood and put his hands behind him; like he was in an enjoyable
debate. "But tell me, how does the destruction of numerous planets and 
races help achieve this?"
   "As we encounter new races and/or planets, we study its potential. A few
assimilate themselves with us freely. However, most have such stubborn
ideas - like induviduality, freedom. These ideals are irrelevant in the
Grand Design. Sure races are an abomination to the Cause. They are
ulimately the Unholy. They deserve thier fates under un hand, enore by our
cyborgs..."
   Riker risked another glance to Dr T'Por. She was just under a foot away
from the woman now. (What's she waiting for?) Riker thought. Then a new 
message appeared on the screen, "When it happens, duck! Thompson."
   "So, you see," Gensler continued, "what we are doing is speeding up the
inevitable. And, in the end, the Federation's resistance is irrelevant."
She paused and assumed a reverent tone, "We do not defy the prophet sent
from the Queue Ones to our forefathers."
   "The Queue Ones?!?" Riker exclaimed in shock.
   Everyone on the bridge (indeed - in the ship, in the Federation) knew of
the galactic menace called Q. The phoentics were too close to be
coincidence.
   T'Por jumped Gensler once she heard the name of Q. She locked her left
hand in a nerve-pinch and set her right hand into a mind-meld. Genlser's
arm shot up and shot a small bolt of electricity - a purely reflex action.
   Riker ducked the shot and watch it hit and dissipate on Thompson's
station. Thompson, after a quick check of his station, tapped his
comm-badge, "Security to the bridge!"
   Riker and Thompson had both of their phaser pulled out and aimed at
Gensler. Two more phasers, those weild by the security team, joined in.
   None were going to shoot however as Dr T'Por was still connected with
Gensler. They both stood there in a silent, yet obvious, battle of minds
and wills. They were both covered with sweat, shaking and slightly swaying
as their contest quietly raged on.
   Until they both let out a short gasp and Gensler threw T'Por to the
floor. She was seething at everyone on the bridge, "You cosmic bastards!
How dare you set the witch on me to rape my mind!"
   The thought of treating with an ANGRY Borg didn't especially thrill
anyone on the bridge. So, in almost perfect unison, the fired their phasers
at her.  
   Unfortunately, the shots bounced of her personal shield.
   "You'll have to do better than that!" she yelled.  "Enough of you!
Prepare to be assimilated!"  She turned her back them and teleported of the
bridge.

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