Lamar Darius' Personal Log 004

Posted on 27 Sep 2013 @ 12:47pm by Chief Warrant Officer 3 Lamar Darius

589 words; about a 3 minute read

Personal Log, Stardate...whatever it is

When I was a kid, I used to read a bunch of 20th century books about the 'end of days' and the 'apocalypse'...some of them were cool, and I always wondered what it'd be like to life back in that time when Humans weren't so enlightened. When Philly was still that true City of Brotherly Love. I gotta admit, it was fun reading those stories because it was like we used to have some huge perpetual fear of our impending destruction...but I guess the writers at the time were right. WWIII happened not long after and it almost destroyed Earth...but afterwards it gave everyone a bit of hope and a chance to rebuild and search deep in ourselves so we could look forward to bigger and better things, like warp drive and stellar exploration.

Little did we know there was a race out there worse than us. I'd heard stories about the Borg from a few of my Marine buddies when I was back in the 82nd. They didn't have any real combat experience against them, so the stories were just that -- stories. We all heard about the Battle of Wolf 359 and Sector 001, but that seemed like so long ago that I really couldn't relate to it. But...now...

*clears throat*

Our ship just engaged a couple Borg cubes. And a probe. We tried to fight them off -- I was in a shuttle with Lieutenant Ral trying to provide cover -- but they overran us like we were some type of ant colony trying to escape a little kid's foot. They've destroyed about half of Galileo in the firefight, then boarded us and started assimilating and abducting the crew. I saw it with my own eyes.

*long pause*

I guess I'm lucky to be alive, all things considered. A lot of us didn't survive the battle and I could have been killed in that shuttle or back on Galileo during the invasion. My DH, Lieutenant Mialin, was hurt so I tried to take her to sickbay but we crossed paths with a few drones. A couple phaser rifles and photon grenades cleared a path but I guess we were just lucky their personal shields hadn't adapted yet. Right place at the right time. Fate, you know? At least...that's what I tell myself.

I've been in combat before...a bunch of times....but nothing like this. There was that element of fear, that mindset that however many of them we kill, they'll keep coming and we won't be able to fight them off. And if we lost the fight, our lives would be worse than death...we'd be drones. Forever. We were taught in the Corps to 'take the fight out of the enemy', and one famous Earth general said it best: "Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting."

Well, that's what the Borg did to us even before we engaged them. I saw the looks in our crew's faces when the Borg first arrived. It was fear, shock, intimidation...all the mental things which happen to a unit when they're about to be overrun. I can't say I blame anyone but I never really fully understood that feeling until now. The Borg are not what Starfleet makes them out to be; they are worse. They're terrible, horrific, deadly... They're the 24th century incarnation of the apocalypse.

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