He Came From Outer Space 2/6
Title: Resistance
Author: diabolicalfiend and betaed by transgenic_girl
Characters/Pairing: The gang and Lieutenant Hawk
Rating: G
Summary: He wakes.
Warning: Mental breakdown. After series/Star Trek: First Contact
Disclaimer: Don't own Tin Man/Star Trek
Word Count: 1208
“I don’t understand,” DG argued again, even while doing as requested by Cain and begged by Raw. “All he’s done is get hurt and you want to lock him up?”
“Wants it,” Raw repeated, anxious for DG to complete her work.
“He wants it?” DG asked again.
Raw nodded. “Terrified. Of what he does. In pain. Great pain. Great suffering. Is screaming.”
“Ok, it’s up,” DG stepped back. Raw nodded gratefully, but didn’t seem able to relax, probably still reading the patient. “But I don’t get it. You’re not even touching him. He’s unconscious. How do you know?”
“Powerful emotion. Beyond what Raw knows. Beyond what all know. Raw never sense pain like this.”
“I wonder who he is,” DG whispered.
Apparently, he was anxious to introduce himself as he jerked again. His eyes opened, as distinctive as Cain’s own. But he stared blankly up. After a few seconds he sat up, keeping his back stiff. He moved his head, his eyes landing on each person in the room in turn, but not actually looking at anyone. It was eerie as all hell.
“Why is he doing that?” DG asked, a tremor in her voice.
“Isn’t doing that,” Raw replied. “Something else. Emotionless.”
“What do you mean?”
“Man scared. Won’t come out. Possessed maybe.”
“Possessed?” Cain repeated.
By this time, the man had gotten awkwardly out of bed. He honed in on Cain, staring at him, but not acknowledging that he was there. “Species: human,” he said.
“Uh… yeah,” Cain replied.
“You will be assimilated.”
“Ok… uh… what does that mean?”
“You will be Borg.”
“Is that… is that what you are?” Glitch asked. “Borg?”
“We are Borg,” he replied. “You will be assimilated.” He stepped forward into the magic shield. It sent him reeling back. He registered no pain. “Resistance is futile.” He tried again. Then he stepped forward but remained within the shield.
“My name is DG. I’m a princess.” The Borg ignored her. “What’s your name?”
“This drone was not assigned a designation. You will be assimilated.”
“Why were you ‘not assigned a designation’?”
“This drone was assimilated but was not assigned a unimatrix.”
“What was your name before you were assimilated?”
“Names are irrelevant.”
“But if you don’t have a designation, then you have to have a name.”
The Borg stopped his examination of the shield. “This drone’s name was… Lieutenant Séan Thomas Hawk.”
That was a damned human sounding name. “Hi, Séan, I’m Wyatt. This is Ambrose and that’s Raw.”
Séan stepped, well, ‘stomped’ is probably a better word over as close as he could to the Viewer. “Identify species.”
“He’s a Viewer,” Cain told him.
“Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own.” Raw backed away. “Resistance is futile.”
“Who’s ‘we’?” Jeb asked.
Séan stared at him. “We are Borg.”
“But there’s only one of you.”
“We are Borg.”
“You’re alone.”
“Alone.” Cain nearly jumped at the sudden emotion that was in that single word. There was something alive in there. The Borg was that guy’s Tin Suit. “One voice among many. Alone.”
“Séan. We’re here to help you,” Cain tried to talk to him.
“We are Borg,” he repeated, though this time, one of his eyes was watering.
“My sister was possessed by a witch,” DG told him. “She was trapped inside her own body, unable to move, unable to breath on her own. She hurt a lot of people but that was the Witch, it wasn’t her.”
The Borg stepped away from the shield and faced the wall. DG looked to Raw, who nodded. He suddenly doubled over and was gasping. He grabbed at the nearby bed, his fingers clenching them into his hands. And he let out this plaintive cry that was agony to hear. “Oh, God!” he was sobbing. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God…”
In a fit of compassion that nearly gave Cain a heart attack, DG brushed aside the shield and went to Séan’s side. She hugged him. “It’s ok, we’ll get through this, and you’re not alone…” Cain went to the other side, half to get an early warning if the Borg decided to show.
Séan calmed himself, pushing his tears out of his face with his sleeve, his hand catching on the implants. He wanted to pull them out of his face but Cain stilled his hand. Séan growled. “They’re welded onto your face pretty bad,” Cain warned.
Séan gave a humourless laugh. “They’ve not been welded, they grew.”
“Grew?” Ambrose asked.
“Borg nanoprobes. They act as viruses, attacking the bloodstream, taking over the function of your red blood cells. They replicate too fast for your body to combat it and the next thing you know… you look like this. Linked to the hive mind and killing your friends, people you respect, you love… or worse… doing this to them and the cycle begins again.”
“That’s why you kept saying ‘we’.”
“Voices all at once saying the same thing. Hundreds of them.” He was silent. How the hell did the captain survive that? “No wonder I’ve a damned headache.” It was weak, even his tone, but he got points for trying.
“Tell us about yourself, Séan,” DG asked. Séan gave her such a look of disbelief that she had to smile. “You’re obviously not from around here.”
Comprehension dawned. “Oh.” The prime directive. Or is that the temporal prime directive? “Well, I… I’m a Capricorn?”
DG laughed. “We know you came from space, we saw you crash,” she pointed out.
“Didn’t expect you to be human though,” Jeb remarked. “And what’s a Capricorn?”
“Zodiac, Jeb,” DG explained. “It’s not important.”
“Are you from the Other Side?” Glitch asked.
“The… Other Side?” Séan repeated.
“Earth,” DG explained. “Um… see… we’re kinda in a different dimension.”
Séan absorbed that. “Shit,” he said. “That does explain those two,” he pointed at Raw and Glitch.
“Hey, they put my brain back!” Glitch went possessively to his head.
“Back? Wouldn’t that make you dead?” Séan looked over at him in fascination.
“Obviously not!”
“I beg your pardon,” Séan apologised.
“It’s ok,” Cain assured him. “But we’d still like to know who you are and how you come to be in our dimension.”
“Well, uh, I’m a Starfleet officer,” Séan began.
“You can trust us,” DG urged.
“It’s not that,” Hawk replied. “It’s… we have a rule, The Prime Directive, it governs how we act with different cultures. We’re not to interfere.”
“Well, that’s great, but I don’t see what that has to do with this.”
“It includes technology and history and I have to be careful what I say.”
“History? You’re from the future?” DG asked. Hawk was silent. “If I promise not to go back to Earth?” He gave her a look. “Right.”
“Is there any security concerns that you think I ought to be aware of?” Cain asked him.
Hawk looked at himself. “Me,” he said seriously. “Was there anything found with me?”
“A few bits and pieces… debris, nothing interesting.”
“I’d like to take a look, if that’s all right?”
“You sure you up to it?”
“I’m not going to sleep.” It was obvious that the idea terrified him.
“Can’t stay awake forever,” Wyatt reminded him gently.
Hawk just nodded, pulling himself up.
Author: diabolicalfiend and betaed by transgenic_girl
Characters/Pairing: The gang and Lieutenant Hawk
Rating: G
Summary: He wakes.
Warning: Mental breakdown. After series/Star Trek: First Contact
Disclaimer: Don't own Tin Man/Star Trek
Word Count: 1208
“I don’t understand,” DG argued again, even while doing as requested by Cain and begged by Raw. “All he’s done is get hurt and you want to lock him up?”
“Wants it,” Raw repeated, anxious for DG to complete her work.
“He wants it?” DG asked again.
Raw nodded. “Terrified. Of what he does. In pain. Great pain. Great suffering. Is screaming.”
“Ok, it’s up,” DG stepped back. Raw nodded gratefully, but didn’t seem able to relax, probably still reading the patient. “But I don’t get it. You’re not even touching him. He’s unconscious. How do you know?”
“Powerful emotion. Beyond what Raw knows. Beyond what all know. Raw never sense pain like this.”
“I wonder who he is,” DG whispered.
Apparently, he was anxious to introduce himself as he jerked again. His eyes opened, as distinctive as Cain’s own. But he stared blankly up. After a few seconds he sat up, keeping his back stiff. He moved his head, his eyes landing on each person in the room in turn, but not actually looking at anyone. It was eerie as all hell.
“Why is he doing that?” DG asked, a tremor in her voice.
“Isn’t doing that,” Raw replied. “Something else. Emotionless.”
“What do you mean?”
“Man scared. Won’t come out. Possessed maybe.”
“Possessed?” Cain repeated.
By this time, the man had gotten awkwardly out of bed. He honed in on Cain, staring at him, but not acknowledging that he was there. “Species: human,” he said.
“Uh… yeah,” Cain replied.
“You will be assimilated.”
“Ok… uh… what does that mean?”
“You will be Borg.”
“Is that… is that what you are?” Glitch asked. “Borg?”
“We are Borg,” he replied. “You will be assimilated.” He stepped forward into the magic shield. It sent him reeling back. He registered no pain. “Resistance is futile.” He tried again. Then he stepped forward but remained within the shield.
“My name is DG. I’m a princess.” The Borg ignored her. “What’s your name?”
“This drone was not assigned a designation. You will be assimilated.”
“Why were you ‘not assigned a designation’?”
“This drone was assimilated but was not assigned a unimatrix.”
“What was your name before you were assimilated?”
“Names are irrelevant.”
“But if you don’t have a designation, then you have to have a name.”
The Borg stopped his examination of the shield. “This drone’s name was… Lieutenant Séan Thomas Hawk.”
That was a damned human sounding name. “Hi, Séan, I’m Wyatt. This is Ambrose and that’s Raw.”
Séan stepped, well, ‘stomped’ is probably a better word over as close as he could to the Viewer. “Identify species.”
“He’s a Viewer,” Cain told him.
“Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own.” Raw backed away. “Resistance is futile.”
“Who’s ‘we’?” Jeb asked.
Séan stared at him. “We are Borg.”
“But there’s only one of you.”
“We are Borg.”
“You’re alone.”
“Alone.” Cain nearly jumped at the sudden emotion that was in that single word. There was something alive in there. The Borg was that guy’s Tin Suit. “One voice among many. Alone.”
“Séan. We’re here to help you,” Cain tried to talk to him.
“We are Borg,” he repeated, though this time, one of his eyes was watering.
“My sister was possessed by a witch,” DG told him. “She was trapped inside her own body, unable to move, unable to breath on her own. She hurt a lot of people but that was the Witch, it wasn’t her.”
The Borg stepped away from the shield and faced the wall. DG looked to Raw, who nodded. He suddenly doubled over and was gasping. He grabbed at the nearby bed, his fingers clenching them into his hands. And he let out this plaintive cry that was agony to hear. “Oh, God!” he was sobbing. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God…”
In a fit of compassion that nearly gave Cain a heart attack, DG brushed aside the shield and went to Séan’s side. She hugged him. “It’s ok, we’ll get through this, and you’re not alone…” Cain went to the other side, half to get an early warning if the Borg decided to show.
Séan calmed himself, pushing his tears out of his face with his sleeve, his hand catching on the implants. He wanted to pull them out of his face but Cain stilled his hand. Séan growled. “They’re welded onto your face pretty bad,” Cain warned.
Séan gave a humourless laugh. “They’ve not been welded, they grew.”
“Grew?” Ambrose asked.
“Borg nanoprobes. They act as viruses, attacking the bloodstream, taking over the function of your red blood cells. They replicate too fast for your body to combat it and the next thing you know… you look like this. Linked to the hive mind and killing your friends, people you respect, you love… or worse… doing this to them and the cycle begins again.”
“That’s why you kept saying ‘we’.”
“Voices all at once saying the same thing. Hundreds of them.” He was silent. How the hell did the captain survive that? “No wonder I’ve a damned headache.” It was weak, even his tone, but he got points for trying.
“Tell us about yourself, Séan,” DG asked. Séan gave her such a look of disbelief that she had to smile. “You’re obviously not from around here.”
Comprehension dawned. “Oh.” The prime directive. Or is that the temporal prime directive? “Well, I… I’m a Capricorn?”
DG laughed. “We know you came from space, we saw you crash,” she pointed out.
“Didn’t expect you to be human though,” Jeb remarked. “And what’s a Capricorn?”
“Zodiac, Jeb,” DG explained. “It’s not important.”
“Are you from the Other Side?” Glitch asked.
“The… Other Side?” Séan repeated.
“Earth,” DG explained. “Um… see… we’re kinda in a different dimension.”
Séan absorbed that. “Shit,” he said. “That does explain those two,” he pointed at Raw and Glitch.
“Hey, they put my brain back!” Glitch went possessively to his head.
“Back? Wouldn’t that make you dead?” Séan looked over at him in fascination.
“Obviously not!”
“I beg your pardon,” Séan apologised.
“It’s ok,” Cain assured him. “But we’d still like to know who you are and how you come to be in our dimension.”
“Well, uh, I’m a Starfleet officer,” Séan began.
“You can trust us,” DG urged.
“It’s not that,” Hawk replied. “It’s… we have a rule, The Prime Directive, it governs how we act with different cultures. We’re not to interfere.”
“Well, that’s great, but I don’t see what that has to do with this.”
“It includes technology and history and I have to be careful what I say.”
“History? You’re from the future?” DG asked. Hawk was silent. “If I promise not to go back to Earth?” He gave her a look. “Right.”
“Is there any security concerns that you think I ought to be aware of?” Cain asked him.
Hawk looked at himself. “Me,” he said seriously. “Was there anything found with me?”
“A few bits and pieces… debris, nothing interesting.”
“I’d like to take a look, if that’s all right?”
“You sure you up to it?”
“I’m not going to sleep.” It was obvious that the idea terrified him.
“Can’t stay awake forever,” Wyatt reminded him gently.
Hawk just nodded, pulling himself up.