And Shadow It was the ship. It had only one purpose. The Borg cube lashed out with a tractor beam, ensnaring the hapless Cromwell. Gesserit's fingers ripped across the console firing two short phaser bursts, which reflected off the cube. The reflected shots missed Cromwell by a hair.
Resistance is futile.
Prepare to repel invaders. Laurel cowered near the bar, the place was in uproar as people ran for the doors. That was when a squad of five Borgs beamed in. The Ten Forward hostess, a petite young woman named Misery Chastaine, emerged from behind the bar holding a huge phaser rifle and promptly blasted the nearest Borg. It fell over.