Sunday Bloody Sunday...

Oct 17, 2005 01:54

*Data is shortly relieved from the weapons console and he is equipped with a phaser and a communicator. After one last look at Archer, he ventures off of the bridge and starts down one of the corridors*

*The android's hearing is better than most and he can hear faint noises and scuffles. He trembles, making his way cautiously down the corridor. He knows he can't be assimilated like organic species can...but that thought doesn't comfort him as much as it used to. Especially after last time. The young android winces briefly at this thought and tries to shut it out of his mind for the moment. He has a duty to perform.*

*After checking 3 corridors, and not finding any Borg, he starts to relax...but then freezes like a rabbit as he hears phaser fire not too far away. He feels himself pale. He knows what it means, and he readies his phaser for if...when..*

>.<

*Suddenly Data stops, a horrible realization come over him. Mister Foster. The Borg are infiltrating the ship, and his best friend ever is on board, vulnerable.*

I cannot let anything happen to Mister Foster, he must be safe, I must make sure he is safe..

*Suddenly he grips his phaser tighter and starts running up the corridor he's in, towards the security outpost*

tng, foster, borg, ent, data

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