Where No Jedi Has Gone Before-done! Survey on page 9

[Mark]

Not exactly quick enough to use them effectively IMO. Plus, you need to be quick thinking and creative with a lightsaber attack. Not two of the Borgs sterling quality.


I wonder if the Sith will try and take control of the Borg!?

[Nickswitz]

I wonder if the Sith will try and take control of the Borg!?

That would be a brilliant plan, that could go either way, they may be strong enough to resist assimilation, or not strong enough and be overwhelmed by the borg. Either way, I wouldn't put it past them.

[stitch626]

I loved the failure of the mind trick.

[Mark]

I wonder, could the combined efforts of many Jedi influence the entire Collective??????

[Mikey]

Doubtful. I'd guess maybe any actual "thought" could be influenced, but the electro-mechanical order-following wouldn't be.

[Mark]

That may pose an interesting idea. The organic componants of the Borg can be effected by and through the Force, but what about the artificial ones? We know Jaina and Anakin Solo have some skill with this..........but would it be possible on that scale?

[Mikey]

Physical effects would be possible - you could throw a cybernetic skeleton tlekinetically as easily as you could throw a box - but I think Striker's representation of mental effects was dead on: you'd have some effect on the organic brain before the unaffected cybernetic part reasserted itself.

[Nickswitz]

Physical effects would be possible - you could throw a cybernetic skeleton tlekinetically as easily as you could throw a box - but I think Striker's representation of mental effects was dead on: you'd have some effect on the organic brain before the unaffected cybernetic part reasserted itself.

What if they attacked the queen trhough, she is cybernetic, but her brain is fully intact and in use, she doesn't get told what to do, she tells everyone else what to do... So if they could get to the queen couldn't they possibly control all the borg..

[stitch626]

Physical effects would be possible - you could throw a cybernetic skeleton tlekinetically as easily as you could throw a box - but I think Striker's representation of mental effects was dead on: you'd have some effect on the organic brain before the unaffected cybernetic part reasserted itself.

What if they attacked the queen trhough, she is cybernetic, but her brain is fully intact and in use, she doesn't get told what to do, she tells everyone else what to do... So if they could get to the queen couldn't they possibly control all the borg..

THAT is a really scary though...

[Mark]

I wouldn't last long as a Jedi, before succuming to the dark side. I'd be telekenetically ripping Borg skeletons from their bodies, or pulling apart their components. I'm just too damned creative it seems.

[Nickswitz]

I wouldn't last long as a Jedi, before succuming to the dark side. I'd be telekenetically ripping Borg skeletons from their bodies, or pulling apart their components. I'm just too damned creative it seems.

Yeah, same here, the dark side is just too much fun to pass up... 8)

[Vic]

"I find your lack of faith disturbing Commander." Gotta be one of the better lines, especially followed up by a force choke.

[Mark]

Huh, maybe some old fashioned clone troopers should run into the Jem'Hadar down the road. Clone vs clone

[RK_Striker_JK_5]

Oh... I love discussions like this!!!

Nickswitz-Thanks. I'm trying to use the Borg as they were in TNG with only the slightest hint of VOY, menacing but not completely overwhelming. Starfleet adapts too.

stitch626-LOL, thanks. And yeah. pretty scary there.

Vic-*Looks at him as he hugs* Okay... Thanks. I've tried to use references to all five live-action series.

Judgeking-Ayup. I used a lot from the relaunch series for background, like Akaar and the Federation president when she shows up.

Mark-Heh, nope. Don't want it to end in two chapters. And remember, my Borg dodge and use ranged weaponry. So it's not too out there.

Nickswitz-Yeah. They're 'adapting' to the Jedi, for lack of a better term.

Mark-Yes, but better than being hacked up willy-nilly. And sorry, no Sith here. I've already written all of part two and half of part three for another website. And I really don't feel like rewriting it. Sorry, dude.

Nickswitz-Depends on the Sith, IMHO.

Stitch626-Thanks! I figured the Hive Mind would be too strong for the Mind Trick.

Mark-I don't think so. At least not, "You won't attack us."

Mikey-That, too. There's too mant factors for the Mind Trick not to work.

Nickswitz-When the Queen shows up... ho, boy. *Zips lip*

Mark-LOL, I think a lot of people are like that.

Nickswitz-Meh, I like the light, myself.

Vic-Yeah, an awesome line. Vader pre-prequels was awesome.

Mark-LOL, possibly.

Author's note: I've already written a good majority of this fic for another website. I've made some changes, but for the most part, the fic will continue along those lines. Some of the stuff you'll find odd, I'll admit.

Here we go!

*****
The edge of the Neutral Zone, twenty minutes earlier.
Martok, son of Urthog, studied the movements of his fleet, Starfleet and the honorless Borg. A three-dimensional image of local space hovered above his desk, showing the locations of the fleets. Starfleet had lined itself up along the border of the late, 'lamented' Romulan Empire. The only thing Martok lamented was that he was not the one to plant the flag of the Klingon Empire onto the roof of the senate building in the capital.

The Klingon Defense Force had spread itself along their border with some overlapping with Starfleet where their borders met. Fifty Ferengi D'Kora-class cruisers were clustered near the far end of Federation territory under the command of Eliminator Leck. This particular Ferengi had no love for latinum or other material goods, making him the second Ferengi that Martok actually could tolerate.

The Cardassian ships under the command of Gul Macet were pitiable, but Martok had to respect them for sending something. And the Romulans Martok felt a totally alien feeling about Tomalak and the remnants of the Romulan Imperial Navy-respect. Could Romulans achieve Sto-Vo-Kor?

A chime sounded and the captain's voice came through. "Chancellor, we are being hailed by the Titan. It's a conference call."

Martok nodded. "I'll be in the bridge in a moment." The warrior rose from his chair and walked over to the door separating his office from the bridge. Martok sat in the throne-like command chair of the IKS Sword of Kahless and spoke. "On screen."

The main viewer showed an image of Admiral Ross, Consular Tomalak, Eliminator Leck, Gul Macet, Rear Admiral Sslaag of the Gorn Hegemony, Bishop Krei of the Holy Order of the Kinshaya and Commander Theskell of the Tholian Territorial Annex. Martok took a moment to marvel at the fact that most of the major powers were working together, but only a moment.

"Well, the Borg are making their move," Ross said. "Cubes are lining up along the border. We've already had reports from neutral planets inside the Zone about strange ships in the sky. Then they go silent."

Leck bared his fangs. "There's no profit in the Borg's actions. Even I can see that." He shifted a bit in his seat. "So, what's the plan?"

Tomalak shrugged. "We kill them, Leck. Or at least we take as many of them with us as we can."

Martok let out a bark of laughter at that. "Tomalak, I could get to like you!"

The stern Romulan cracked a smile, albeit a small one.

Krej's wings unfurled, showing off the tattoos inscribed. "Aya, these demons shall fall before us. We have righteousness on our side!"

A com officer spoke up. "Chancellor, Borg cubes are on approach and are doing their speech."

Sslaag bared her fangs. [Must we listen to this drivel? While they talk, we could be shooting them!]

Ross nodded. "I agree, Sslaag." he looked off screen and spoke. "Have the Cephiro and Belldandy take flanking positions along the Titan and have Task Forces Seven through Ten ready around Outpost Two. That's the closest one to Romulus and Remus." He turned back to the screen, his green eyes losing focus for a moment. "May the Force be with you all."

Martok smiled. He stood up, and the old warrior thumped his chest in the traditional Klingon salute. "Qapla', Ross."

The admiral touched his fist to his chest before signing off.

The tactical officer looked over. "Orders, sir?"

Martok snarled at him. "You miserable petaQ. Your orders are to shoot the Borg and bring honor and glory to the Klingon Empire!" Martok turned back to the main viewscreen and settled back in his chair. The time for talk was over. The time for battle had come. And for a Klingon, that time was all that mattered.
*****
Corellia
Tenel Ka thrust with her turquoise-colored lightsaber at the advancing drone. "You do not want to do this!" she said, the transparent aluminum plate of her gas mask fogging up a bit even as the Borg drone parried her blade. She spared a single glance at the battlefield. She and Jacen were at the extreme left of the small clearing, with the Jedi arranged in a shrinking semi-circle. The MACOs were pouring explosive slugs into the drones, but for every one they killed, two more took their place.

Jacen thrust his green blade at an assimilated Selonian. "Ah, wanna hear a joke?" he quipped while swinging overhead with his blade.

The drone blocked with the lightsaber from its right arm while thrusting with its left at Jacen's stomach. The young Jedi disengaged and parried the incoming plasma blade away. "This isn't good!" he yelled.

Tenel Ka ducked a horizontal slice and stepped forward into the drone's guard. The Hapan princess then deactivated her lightsaber and kicked the drone right in the head, snapping its neck. Tenel Ka then pulled a knife from her belt with her prosthetic hand and threw it at the drone attacking Jacen.

The blade embedded itself in the Borg's back. The drone slid to the ground, servos whining.

Tenel Ka let out a sigh of relief, but her danger sense flared. "Jacen, watch out!" she shouted.

Jacen's head darted about, not seeing the drone emerge from seemingly nowhere. The drone raised its right arm and assimilation tubules shot out of its prosthetic. Before he could do anything, they pierced his skin and injected him with Borg nanoprobes.

A white-hot anger flashed through Tenel Ka's soul. "Get away from him!" she screamed, shoving the drone away from Jacen with a telekinetic push. She then ran over to him, mind racing. "You will be all right, Jacen. You will be all right."

A dozen meters away, Jaina let out a scream, dropped to her knees and clutched her head. Tenel Ka knelt and grabbed Jacen's left arm. Blue veins were already snaking their way across his skin and he was shivering badly. She pressed the button on his armband, releasing a flood of nanoprobe antivenin into Jacen's bloodstream.

The change was almost immediate as Jacen stopped shaking and the veins faded. "Thanks," he murmured. Several drones advanced on Tenel Ka and Jacen, but were cut down by MACO phaser fire.

"Watch your six!" Hox shouted at them.

Near the center of the semi-circle, Luke and Kyle were nearly unstoppable. Luke's emerald blade was a blur as he deflected disruptor bolt after disruptor bolt. He closed in on a half-dozen drones, batting away their firepower before closing in and slashing at them with his lightsaber. The drones switched from disruptors to lightsabers almost instantly, but the first two were too slow and were cut down by the Jedi Master.

The remaining four were able to block his next assault, he quickly batted away one of the drone's blades and stabbed him in the chest. His danger sense flared, causing him to duck a horizontal slash at head level and roll away from another's attack. The Jedi Master quickly got back to his feet and began parrying a series of thrusts from the drone, backing up in order to lure it away from its comrades. As soon as it was a few steps away from the last two, he parried away one of the blades and then decapitated the drone with a single swipe.

Kyle's stormtrooper rifle was close to overheating as he poured blaster bolts into the advancing drones. "They're adapting to my weapons!" he shouted. He holstered the glowing rifle and pulled out his rail detonator. "Adapt to this," he snarled, firing off an explosive round right into the middle of a pack of drones. It detonated right in their midst, ripping the black-suited bodies apart and sending metallic shrapnel and bits of flesh flying.

Kyle turned his hazel eyes to his old friend and teacher. "Luke, what the hell are we doing here? There's no point!"

Luke parried away another thrust and stabbed at the last drone. "I don't know myself, Kyle. There is something here, some purpose to it."

The drone backed away from Luke's thrust and retracted the right blade, letting loose with a disruptor bolt. The silvery bolt grazed Luke's arm-right below his armband. He grunted with pain before skewering the drone.
*****
Coruscant
The Enterprise's main impulse engines fired, sending the Sovereign-class cruiser hurtling along. The turbolift door on the bridge suddenly opened, and the last thing Picard expected to see stepped out.

Spock emerged from the alcove, decked out in a modern Starfleet uniform. "Captain Picard, after having reviewed my service record, I find that I never formally tendered my resignation."

Picard regarded him, right eyebrow arched. "A mistake?"

Spock shook his head slightly. "An omission."

Picard let a smile cross his face as he motioned to the seat next to him. "Commander Data is on assignment with the Defiant, Captain Spock."

The elder Vulcan nodded and sat next to Picard.

"Well, there goes the last chance of the Borg," Tirsek remarked. "Firing solutions ready, firing."

The Enterprise's dorsal saucer phaser banks fired a half-dozen beams at the Borg, striking the flat gray surfaces of multiple cubes and slicing deeply into them. While she did that, the Defiant-class heavy escorts let loose with volleys of pulse phaser blasts and quantum torpedo barrages.

The comparatively awkward cubes fired off energy-draining tractor beams, cutting beams and barrages of photon torpedoes while the Starfleet ships circled the edge of the Borg armada.

While the Enterprise and the Defiant 'wolf pack' distracted the cubes, a swarm of New Republic starfighters flew in. "All wings, report in. Red wing, standing by," Wedge reported.

"Gray wing, standing by."

"Blue wing, standing by."

"Green wing, standing by."

Wedge checked his weapons and status of his shields. "Watch out for flak bursts and get our K-wings and B-wings into the targets."

The cubes began firing off multiple rockets and torpedoes. A hundred kilometers out, the shells of the rockets split apart, allowing dozens of smaller rockets to emerge like deadly seeds. Fifty New Republic starfighters exploded within the first few moments of the battle.

Wedge sent his X-wing into a series of sharp twists and dives, all the while keeping his brown eyes on the target in front of him. He, Tycho, Wes and Hobbie were escorting a squadron of K-wings in for a strafing run. The space around them was already becoming thick with ion cannon bolts and Borg flak bursts.

"We'll be in range in thirty seconds," Tycho said over the com.

Wedge nodded, but noticed something odd on the surfaces of the closest Borg cubes. He contacted the Enterprise. "Enterprise, this is General Antilles. I am observing unusual activity on the surface of the cubes. Several hatches are opening. Please confirm."
*****
The bridge of the Sovereign-class starship shuddered gently as it took fire. Spock checked his monitor. "Confirmed, General. Purpose is unknown at this time."

Tirsek's eyes suddenly widened. "Captain, tell the fighters to break off."

Spock looked up and over at the Andorian with his cool green eyes. "Reason, Lieutenant Commander?"

Tirsek pursed her lips and her antennae drooped. "The Borg have just adapted to starfighters."
*****
Hundreds of small orbs, each twelve meters in diameter, shot from the hatches on the Borg cubes. Within seconds, large clouds of spheres surrounded the cubes.

Wedge growled and began shouting orders. "All wings, hold formation and fall back. We don't know what these things are capable of." He targeted the closest sphere and fired off a burst from his quad lasers.

The sphere's shields flickered a bit as it absorbed the lasers. Within seconds, several whitish cutting beams shot out from recessed emitters and struck Wedge's X-wing. He snarled and pushed forward on the control stick, sending the snub nose of his fighter down. After a few seconds he pulled back on it, 'leveling' it out and allowing a perfect shot at the belly of the sphere-until several more cutting beams lanced out and nearly hit him.

Wes' voice came over the com. "Ah, do these things have blind spots? I've been circling them and can't find any."

Tycho's voice, calm as ever, responded. "Borg cubes don't have aft sections or port and starboard designations. They're just big cubes."

Wedge ignored the chatter and squeezed the trigger, firing off a sustained barrage at a sphere, breaching its shields after about a minute and a half of continuous fire and dodging. The blood-red bolts shredded the outer armor before ripping the entire superstructure apart in a fireball.

By now, the main New Republic fleet had moved to within slugging distance with the Borg armada. Ion cannon turrets swiveled around and lined themselves up before firing off the azure lightning. The bolts hit the surface of the Borg cubes, shorting out shield emitters, weapon systems and generally playing havoc with the cybernetic systems of the Collective.

For their part, the Borg unleashed energy-draining tractor beams and photon torpedoes. One unlucky Nebulon-B frigate was caught in a crossfire from two cubes and lost its shields within seconds. A single cutting beam shot out and sliced right through the engineering section. Several fuel tanks exploded, ripping through aft compartments and destroying the entire engineering section. The resulting shockwave destroyed the forward command section and sent it hurtling along into oblivion.

Ackbar's bulbous eyes kept track of the battle. "Send reinforcements to sector seven. The Reliance and Battle of Yavin are taking heavy-" He paused when the status indicators for both MC-120 cruisers went red. The Mon Cal's mouth formed an approximation of a frown. "Send reinforcements to sector seven."
*****
The Millennium Falcon weaved through the Borg cubes, quad lasers sending out a steady stream of plasma bolts. Mara thumped her control stick in exasperation. "This is useless, Han! We're doing nothing here."

Han touched his headset with one hand while sending his beloved freighter into a twisting dive. "We're distracting them, red. That counts for something."

The Falcon shuddered and bucked as a half-dozen spheres flew in from all directions. [This is new,] Chewie remarked.

Leia checked the sensors and sighed. "We're surrounded. Any ideas, flyboy?"

Han smirked and flipped a few switches on the control board. "Just a few things I 'borrowed' from Starfleet, honey."

Two hatches opened up on the forward prongs of the Falcon and two small phaser cannons popped out, causing Leia's eyebrow to arch. "And how long were you planning on waiting before you told me about those?"

The former smuggler shrugged and targeted the 'underside' of a Borg cube. "Well, the Falcon's my baby, Leia. And I do know how much you don't like me talking shop."

The two phasers traced a line across the Borg's hull, causing little damage but definitely getting its attention. An energy-draining tractor beam lanced out and tracked the YT-1300 freighter, attempting to capture it. Han smirked and sent his beloved ship into a series of dives and sharp turns, evading the bright-green energy field. "Learn a thing or two from border patrol, you amateurs!"
*****
The Neutral Zone
The Titan swerved and bobbed, taking fire but also giving as much as she got. The Luna-class ship, along with the Mizuno and Kino, targeted a cube and fired multiple phaser blasts. The reddish-orange beams sliced through the Borg's shields as their frequencies and modulations changed, preventing the Borg from adapting and blocking them. The Mizuno's dorsal torpedo launchers spat out numerous quantum torpedoes that targeted the holes in the Borg's grayish armor plating and exploded inside the hull itself, completely destabilizing the hull and ripping the ship apart from the inside.

On the Titan's bridge, Admiral Ross and Fleet Admiral Akaar stood in the ship's observation lounge just aft of the bridge and examined the battle along the border. "Thank god for Voyager," Ross mumbled as he looked over reports from the front.
*****
On the Klingon front, the Klingons had thrown themselves into the battle. A K'Tinga-class heavy cruiser, nearly a century old and with both wings aflame from plasma leaks, crashed into the hull of a Borg cube, dropping the shields in that section and producing a charred hole in the armor plating.

Three Vor'Cha-class attack cruisers closed in and poured heavy disruptor fire into the gap, boring a large hole in the superstructure. A tractor beam from an undamaged section locked onto one of the cruisers, enveloping it in a green sphere of energy. Within moments, the IKS Tos'Fal lost its forward shields. A single photon torpedo hit the forward command pod, penetrating the armor and destroying the oblong structure.

While it fell back, the other two Vor'Cha-classes turned to starboard and sped off, weapons firing. The greenish disruptor bolts damaged the Borg's hull, blowing holes in the grayish hull and sending out large chunks. Quantum torpedoes found their mark and one more cube was turned into space debris
*****
Martok slammed his gauntleted right hand onto his armrest. "Reinforce the fleet near Narendra! Our forces are taking a pounding there!"

The com officer glanced over at the irate chancellor. "Chancellor, Consular Tomalak is contacting us."

Martok growled. "Put him through."

The main viewscreen changed from a three-dimensional image of the battle to a headshot of Tomalak. A grim smile crossed Tomalak's admittedly regal features. There was a puff of smoke here or there, but otherwise all appeared calm. "How goes it, Chancellor?" he asked smugly.

Martok's good right eye twitched. "We're holding, but just barely." He smiled. "It is a good day to die, and a good day to drag these petaQs down with us."

Tomalak nodded. "With your permission, I'd like to send some of my ships to reinforce Narendra."

Martok's mouth dropped open in shock, but the corners soon twisted into a smile. He barked out a laugh. "Tomalak, you shall command a ship in the Black Fleet of Sto-Vo-Kor!"

Tomalak paused. "I believe that's a good thing " He closed his eyes, shook his head and terminated the link.

A half-dozen Meret-class incursion cruisers broke from the Romulan group, turned to starboard and moved off. Their nacelles flashed, and each shot forth at warp 7.
*****
The Narendra System
The IKS Gorkon shuddered under the impact of a dozen Borg disruptor blasts. Klag, son of M'Raq, gripped his command chair's armrests. "Keep firing!" he shouted over the din. He turned to his right and bared his fangs at his first officer. "It looks like today is a good day to die!"

Commander Laneth barked a laugh. "It is always a good day to die!" He turned his head to the gunnery stations lining the starboard bulkhead. "Borg cubes at 215 mark 34 are damaged. Let loose with transphasics and disruptor blasts at their weakened hull sections!" He suddenly glanced down at a small screen embedded in his chair's armrest. "Captain, Romulan warbirds entering the system and forming up with Toq's forces!"

Klag let loose with a laugh. "Send them my thanks." He glanced over the situation monitor and nodded. "Have them reinforce near the Oort Cloud. If we hold them off there, we can drive them back out of our territory!"
The Meret-class warbirds dropped out of warp near the edge of the infamous system, sight of an attack almost forty years ago. Now the Romulans came as allies, their disruptors tearing into Borg shields even as Borg tractor beams swept out in attempts to ensnare them and strip them of their shields.

K'vort­-class cruisers fell in line with them, blunting the Borg advance, albeit temporarily. Two Romulan warships veered off under a withering assault from a cube, one of them splitting open and venting atmosphere-and bodies.
*****

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[Nickswitz]

I love the end where the Roms give up their lives for the Klingons, I like it.

And excellent writing BTW, I love the battle on the ground, only thing I think would be interesting is more sneak attack rather than all out attacks. Just because I think a Jedi would start thinking for a better way to attack.