Five Second Snap Shot

Posted on 31 Aug 2013 @ 5:24pm by Lieutenant Commander Amynta Markos

288 words; about a 1 minute read

The crewmembers from the Venture are in my way. They're crowding the corridor, making it difficult to keep an eye over it all. I don't even know why they're here, why they're not sealed up somewhere. Idiots. Babbling idiots, we're under attack and they're roaming like zombies. I shout at them, I order them. They move.

The ship keeps shaking with the hits. Doesn't take a genius to see where this is heading. I got my rifles...one phaser, one projectile. In the old saying 'I am saving a bullet for myself'. No way in hell I am becoming a Borg if we fail. No way in hell I am letting them see my secrets.

Carus. I wonder what he's up to. Hopefully something a bit more constructive than this. Am I the only one thinking that the moment someone mentioned 'Borg cube', we should have turned around and headed back to the nearest starbase? We're a science ship. We're never going to be able to stand against the Borg. To believe we can defeat them is unrealistic. If we can just hold on, get them back a bit, we can find a way to escape.

I sometimes hate this life. Dangling in the jaws of death once more. Dancing the tango with danger, trying to stay one step ahead. Problem is, the Borg are the very things that chill you. They're dead. They're one mind. They're everything we are programmed to be afraid of. They represent a complete loss of control.

And soul. They've got no souls.

I push myself past the people, trying to get where I need to be. Hoping. But never believing.

I want this dance to go on for a little bit longer.

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