We are the Borg.
WHO: Seven of Nine (nothing_human), OPEN!
WHAT: Scaring the everloving hell out of the locals and anyone in her path
WHERE: All over!
WHEN: After this
It had been 22 hours, 6 minutes, and 18 seconds since Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct to Unimatrix 01 had ended her regeneration cycle to find herself on a strange and technologically-backward island. It had been 21 hours, 58 minutes, and 6 seconds since her first contact with a sentient life-form over the strange, primitive communications device--with the male individual from Species 5618 who had given his designation as Gabriel and claimed to know her.
Which was impossible.
His words had cut through her rational straight to her fear and panic--she couldn't hear the voices of the others, she was alone with her thoughts, which she hadn't been since the crash on an isolated, wild planet just over a year ago. There had been fellow drones present then. There wasn't now. She was truly alone, and it made her feel strange--heartrate elevated, adrenaline flooding her system just as quickly as her nanoprobes could neutralize it. It was a reaction prompted by fear and anxiety, she knew detachedly, and she had reacted
Then there had been the other male, who had also known her designation--or at least part of it--and had shown...concern, she thought was the correct term. An irrelevant emotional attachment.
And now she was out in the settlement itself, looking for signs of wrecked ships, anything she could use to build a subspace beacon, and finding nothing. This world was completely bare of advanced technology, especially judging from the fearful looks she was getting, which made her only all the more uneasy as well.
These emotions were irrelevant, but somehow Seven of Nine could not dismiss them as easily. She was malfunctioning.
WHAT: Scaring the everloving hell out of the locals and anyone in her path
WHERE: All over!
WHEN: After this
It had been 22 hours, 6 minutes, and 18 seconds since Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct to Unimatrix 01 had ended her regeneration cycle to find herself on a strange and technologically-backward island. It had been 21 hours, 58 minutes, and 6 seconds since her first contact with a sentient life-form over the strange, primitive communications device--with the male individual from Species 5618 who had given his designation as Gabriel and claimed to know her.
Which was impossible.
His words had cut through her rational straight to her fear and panic--she couldn't hear the voices of the others, she was alone with her thoughts, which she hadn't been since the crash on an isolated, wild planet just over a year ago. There had been fellow drones present then. There wasn't now. She was truly alone, and it made her feel strange--heartrate elevated, adrenaline flooding her system just as quickly as her nanoprobes could neutralize it. It was a reaction prompted by fear and anxiety, she knew detachedly, and she had reacted
Then there had been the other male, who had also known her designation--or at least part of it--and had shown...concern, she thought was the correct term. An irrelevant emotional attachment.
And now she was out in the settlement itself, looking for signs of wrecked ships, anything she could use to build a subspace beacon, and finding nothing. This world was completely bare of advanced technology, especially judging from the fearful looks she was getting, which made her only all the more uneasy as well.
These emotions were irrelevant, but somehow Seven of Nine could not dismiss them as easily. She was malfunctioning.