Get in... get OUT...

[jonathan_archer]

::beam out from the bridge after exchange agreement with the Borg queen almost instantaneous... had seen Henry fly into a rage, helpless to stop him, hoped it wouldn't negate the agreement, wanted him and Renara safe at all costs::Henry disappeared from viewscreen a split second before blinked and found self in small room, definitely not on the NX

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[_foster_]

::rolls eyes as yet another drone goes a bit haywire right in front of self, jerking, walking in circles, then staggering off::

What... in the sam hell is going on?

::continues wandering down the endless corridors, endless... endless and BORING... all look alike::

Geez... no wonder they're drones... gah, they need to get a life...

::punches one oncoming in the shoulder::

Hey! DATA... where's he? ::is ignored, drone wobbles on past, puts hands on hips:: You guys are just such a big help.

::turns a corner, bumps square into another drone... this one not budging... eyes it carefully::

Okay, big guy. What's your deal?

::nuthin'::

::examines door... reaches out to panel, drone steps in front of it, blocking his access::

::backs up::

Well now.

::gets eye-to-eye with the drone... well, eye to eyepiece, truly disgusting::

Whatcha got in there? An android perhaps? ::reaches forward again, is pushed backward into the opposite wall::

::gets footing, takes a very long moment to look the drone over completely... gets idea::

Yer a crappy poker player.

::crosses the hall, grabbing a tube from its neck and yanking it out hard, at same time jams the swiss army knife it calls a hand into the control panel, producing sparks and a sudden jolt to both of them, throwing Foster to the ground again in a flash of light::

::everything fuzzy, thinks it takes a minute or two to actually regain senses, manages to sit up... drone still prone on the floor... mutters:: Bingo.

::staggers up, checking out the still smoking panel, presses all the buttons and door slide halfway open, another one inside::

::coughs a little, feels all tingly from shock... tries same buttons at this one and it slides right open::

[jonathan_archer]

::fifteen minutes passed, maybe ten... banged on the door again in frustration -- and it OPENED--::

::blinks::

...

Lieutenant??

[_foster_]

...

Sir??

::peers over his shoulder, incredulous::

Beg your pardon, captain, but how in the hell did you get here??

[jonathan_archer]

::... isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth::

::grabs Foster's shoulder, moves past him then turns back::

Are you all right? We knew you were missing but no one knew what happened...

::looks back out into the hallway... drone on the floor... Foster did that?::

[_foster_]

::shrugs, still a little dumbfounded::

As close as I can tell, sir, I hitched a ride with Data when they snatched him... been tryin' to find him ever since...

::gets nervous, captain sticking his head out in the hallway, moves to intercept::

Captain Archer, you really should stay out of sight, they had you locked up here pretty tight.

[jonathan_archer]

Commander Data's been assimmilated. ::holds Foster's eyes a moment:: So have Jenay Paris and Liz's son Rupe.

::glances out again, sees movement in the distance::

I barely got Renara and Henry out of here... I hope...

::looks back at Foster, tics head::

Then the cavalry comes riding in. ::taps his arm:: Good work.

[_foster_]

::feels oddly perturbed at the news about Data...::

They got the kids? ::winces:: Sorry sir, I thought I stopped them... at least with yer son and Ms. Paris...

[jonathan_archer]

::pauses a moment... didn't know Foster had it in him... ::

Thank you. Even if it didn't do it completely... I had to trade myself for them. I can only hope the Queen kept to her end... ::hears noises in corridor:: ... of the bargain...

::squints, sees drones approaching, albeit a little erratically::

Company. ::looks Foster up and down:: Phase pistol?

[_foster_]

::shakes head::

Don't work. May as well toss it at 'em and hope you poke out an eye.

::moves in front of Archer as they both enter the corridor, kicking the downed drone as passes::

Some reason, I'm gettin' pretty good at the eye-poke thing...

[jonathan_archer]

I'll be sure and pass that along to Commander Reed...

::backs up slowly with Foster, the phalanx of drones approaching still intimidating despite being less than coordinated... doesn't understand...::

::turns at another noise behind them... great::

More this way, Lieutenant...

[_foster_]

Looks like yer still pretty important to them... sir...

::can't cover his flank and front... gonna have to pick and choose::

Where's a rock and a stick when you need 'em, eh?

::both groups of drones close in on them... cripes, bunch of choir boys...::

[commanderdata]

*Data pauses for a moment....contemplates his emotion chip wants very badly to keep it off until the fearful sitation has long passed...but remembers something Captain Picard told him once..
"You can't hide from your feelings every time they become unpleasant. If you want to truly understand what it means to be human, you will have to learn to transcend these periods of your life. To find ways to cope, to draw strength from inner resources."

*takes a deep breath...and turns the chip back on. He winces briefly as the fear, anger, sorrow, and panic flood him. He grits his teeth, whimpers a little...but then takes a deep breath and moves on*

*Data rounds a corner to where Archer is supposed to be...and sees Borg congregating in that same area..*

Oh no....

*runs faster up the hall, and then effortlessly starts grabbing Borg and shoving/throwing them aside until he sees..*

Mister Foster! C-Captain! I am here! I am here and I am not assimilated! I am here!

*tears streaming down face, and he trembles violently* I killed her, Captain..I killed the Borg Queen...I did not..did not...Henry...she was going to assimilate Henry and you and...and I had to stop..stop it all... I wanted to save all my friends...

*cries*

[jonathan_archer]

::did double-take at Data's progress down the hall... borg pushed aside easily... not out of commission... or at least not all of them... but... well... then confused at dichotomy of his words and his emotions::

::reaches out, hesitantly... finally lays a hand on his shoulder::

Commander... Mr. Data... you... she's dead? ::glances at the drones still attempting to move forward, could explain their erratic behavior::

::still dangerous::

Commander. You are saving your friends... ::not exactly sure what to do with a crying android:: Commander... we need you. We need you to continue to help us, we're in the belly of the Borg ship and we need to find a way out.

::looks at Foster for... well, for some kind of help::

[commanderdata]

*Data sniffles, and nodnods, quivering still* I-I may be of service, Captain...I believe I can get us to a point where we may be of easy access to potential rescuers..

But we have to save Jenay an-and Rupe! Both of them were taken by the Borg!

[_foster_]

::does a combition eye roll/wince... Data unhurt, well, except for those things... like the drones... cripes::

::tries not to think about it, just too... wierd::

You know where they are?

::keeps an eye on the drones::

[commanderdata]

Most likely in the maturation chambers..and I am able to locate where those are, but they are deeper within the ship..

*whimpers a little, is so scared right now..but has to keep going..*

We have to save them...we cannot leave them...but if the Borg regain coherence....

*lets throught trail off and then looks determined*

We must retrieve them.

*starts up the corridor, seems to know where he's going*