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

[jonathan_archer]

::knits brow a bit, watching Data head off... glances at Foster::

[_foster_]

::shrugs::

He just... does that, uh, whimpering... thing...

::coughs::

Probably should follow him, sir.

[jonathan_archer]

::nods, heading behind Data::

If he's connected in any way... he's our best bet to get the children...

[commanderdata]

*quickly leads Foster and Archer through a series of corridors, pausing occasionally to use the Borg thoughtwaves to get his bearings...then continuing on*

*suddenly gasps* We do not have much time...I am picking up on notions of a possible new queen..

*starts running*

*calls back to his friends* We must rescue the children and then get out of here as soon as possible!! We do not have much time!

[jonathan_archer]

::quickens pace, both of them keeping up with Data... 'new' queen, does not sound promising... heading deeper and deeper into the ship's interior::

::hopes someone can find them if they do find Jenay and Rupe::

[commanderdata]

*darts down a couple more corridors...and gasps as he reaches the maturation chambers and sees young..Borg, encased in green fluid, each on in its own tank..*

*looks behind him and nods* This is where they would keep Jenay and Rupe. Now we must locate them and then quickly leave..

[jonathan_archer]

::pauses cautiously at each tank... some glowing, some not... power seeming to be mostly on at one end of the massive hall, the other sinking into a greater darkness::

::sees an arm through one window... swallows, bends down... isn't human but... dear god... ::

...

... children... they're just... children...

::lays a hand on the glass::

[_foster_]

::tries not to think about it, not gonna think about it, not thinking... la la la la la... ::

::turns at a noise, stepping toward it, waiting... nothing more::

Captain, I concur with the Commander... find our kids and go while we still can.