Ranma of BORG Chapter 1 Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Suing me will only make me more evil. Bwahahahahahahahaha(cough sputter) I've changed the timelines a bit to suite my own needs (and because it was fun) so in Star Trek: Next Generation this takes place after the third movie 'Insurrection', Deep Space 9 after the last episode, Voyager 1 1/2 years after the conflict between the BORG and species 8472. Special thanks to my pre-readers Jerry and Jay La Valley. ------------------------------------------------ Please keep in mind that Federation historians didn't know until the highlight of the BORG Federation war that not all BORG cubes were alike. For example BORG cubes that have to function while separated from the collective (i.e. in another universe) were given drones that are very smart so as to form their own collective. ---------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 ---------------------------------------------- The organic ship cruised through fluidic space like a fish through water. The organic ship didn't so much resemble a fish as a missile. The captain of the ship sat in her control chair, counting down the hours until she could dump the scientist at the research station. She asked the ship for the time and sighed again as the ship reported that only eleven time units had elapsed since the last time she asked. As sleep was about to claim her, the ship reported a unknown ship heading toward them, frowning mentally she ordered the ship to increase speed. Several minutes later the ship reported that the unknown had altered course to intercept. Now the captain knew that the unknown was not some undocumented form of fluidic life, as she called up long range sensor logs and saw that the unknown only contained 13% organic matter, the rest being inorganic. Then she saw the 2 other unknowns in front of her ship. Before trying to repel the first BORG boarding party she transmitted a distress call. She died fighting. --------------------------------------------- BORG research cube to collective, have acquired sample of species 8472 and have started adding its DNA to infant R1127893-098435-H test's prove that this species biological structure can be successfully added to our own. We will stay in fluidic space another 48 hours to carry out studies to assimilate fluidic space. ---------------------------------------------- Organic fighter craft were dispatched from the research station before the transport had transmitted its distress call, the research stations sensor arrays had detected the emergence of intruders into fluidic space. They knew it was too late upon receiving the distress call but they wanted to make the intruders *pay*. ---------------------------------------------- BORG research cube to collective, URGENT, both escort cubes destroyed by species 8472s armada, half of the crew is dead, I am attempting to open singularity home. ---------------------------------------------- The organic fighters stopped pursuing the small cube as it disappeared. Now they had to warn everyone, collect the fleets and prepare to destroy the new enemy before any more innocent lives were lost. This was all summed up in one sentence. THEIR UNIVERSE MUST BE PURGED!!! ---------------------------------------------- The Borg research cube and its crew had been severely damaged by species 8472s surprise attack. The singularity they managed to create did not lead to their own universe but to a universe where chaos is more evident and in most cases weirder. I'm speaking of the Takahashiverse (Twilight zone music starts playing) as the Borg cube emerges from the singularity its spatial drives explode from the stress of recent combat compounded by inter-dimensional travel. Cube Collective: Drive units off line time to repair 2 hours time to impact with planet 1 hour, all contact with collective lost. Priority 1, protect test subject, activate emergency transporter. Prepare for crash landing, activate shields. ----------------------------------------------- Meanwhile in Nerima, a lone sad figure walks down the street talking to himself. "What am I gonna do? Without an heir, both branches of the School of Anything Goes Martial Arts will vanish along with," as small pause brings a calculating smile to his face, "all the potential profit." Genma then notices a brief flash out of the corner of his eye, when he turns to see what it is he finds a baby lying on the ground. "How'd this child get here?" He looks around quickly. "Where are his parents?" That calculating smile again. "Well it seems that I have an heir after all!" He took a second to look closer at the baby. "Of course after I get this stuff off his face." Unnoticed by Genma is a green shooting star that was a Borg research cube which impacts in an area twenty miles south of Jusenkyo. ------------------------------------------------ 16 years later Dream sequence: A long corridor lined with what could be alcoves and in most of the alcoves are humanoid figures, that is if you define pale face bald creatures that are covered from head to toe in what appears to be black plastic that have either one hand or as many as four, then yes they are humanoid. "Ranma of Borg it is time to come back." A strange voice calls out seemingly from everywhere. One of the humanoids disengages itself (herself?) from its alcove as several more start disengaging themselves and heads right for the observer. Beams of laser light start to rake the observer's vision, as the figures draw closer they raise they're arms to reveal strange protrusions along their forearms or in place of hands. As they move closer the observer can see that parts of they're bodies have been replaced with strange mechanical contraptions. "RESISTANCE_IS_FUTILE_YOU_WILL_BE_ASSIMALATED." The strange voice that at first sounded comforting and friendly now sounds evil, this general impression is reinforced as the humanoid figures converge on the observer. Ranma wakes up kicking and screaming, which is cut off abruptly as Akane mallets him into unconsciousness. "Honestly! Can't I get any sleep." Says an exasperated Akane as she puts away her mallet from where ever she stores it and walks back to her room. ----------------------------------------------------- Early morning Nerima, we find Ranma at the breakfast table silently staring at the table trying to remember all of what happened in his nightmare. Genma didn't exactly like Ranma "slacking off" like that but he got very little sleep because of Ranma's nightmares. What do these nightmares mean? Ranma kept asking himself this question as scenes from his dream and snitches of the voice replay through his head. Akane sets down a large plate of . . . something one might find around Chernobyl with a wide smile on her face and a curious look around the room for her recently and hastily departed family. Then she set her sight on Ranma and for a second Ranma sees the Reapers face floating in front of him. "Here ya go Ranma, eat up I made it especially for you." Akane said, while totally missing Ranma's look of sheer terror. "Okay. But what is it?" Ranma says as he experimentally pokes the contents of the plate. Did that plate just move? "Its miso soup, I made a lot of it so eat up." "Um, Akane? I'm not feeling very hungry now, I'll see you at school." Ranma said as he nervously backs away from the thing Akane cooked. Oh my god! It just winked at me!!! Now at this point Ranma would be running out of the house as fast as possible. He would, except for Akane was holding onto his shirt keeping him in one spot. Akane glares at Ranma. "OH NO!!! not this time your going to eat what I cooked and like it." She proceeds to shovel big spoonfuls of . . . stuff formerly known as food into Ranma's mouth, this has the predictable affect of making Ranma deathly ill. After alternating between several shades of green and deep blue Ranma escapes to the bathroom. "BARF" The limitations of that word will have to convey Ranma's suffering. "Uh, what did Akane put in that?" Ranma wondered, then hastily thinks it's better not knowing since that information would probably just make him sicker. But as these thoughts flicker through his brain's synapses he feels a sting at the base of his neck. "AAAWWW!!" A small metallic looking dragonfly darts out of the bathroom, its mission fulfilled. "Ranma!!! Are you okay? Did Akane's food try to eat you again?" Kasumi knocks on door before entering the bathroom in the hopes of helping Ranma overcome the effects of Akane's cooking. When she sees Ranma clutching his neck in pain she starts to worry. Faintly Ranma replied, "I'm okay Kasumi, some bug stung me." Well he hoped it was a bug, the dull throbbing in his neck is getting more painful. "Ranma you look very pale. Are you feeling alright? maybe you should stay home today." So saying this, Kasumi guides Ranma back to his room. She totally missed the dark spots growing on his cheek and neck. Ranma coughs and shakes his head in agreement as he goes back to his room. collective: Continue stage 1, begin stage 2. Some minutes later Kasumi comes into Ranma's room while he is sleeping to open the window. "There a bit of fresh air should help." 20 minutes later another robotic dragonfly flies through the window to deliver another sting to Ranma's neck. This process is repeated every hour or so unless someone else is in the room. ----------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile inside of Ranma's body, the white blood cells were mad. Unlike normal blood cells who couldn't feel emotions, Ranma's red/white blood cells were smart enough to experience 2 emotions, happiness, and anger. When the body was safe they were happy. But when the body was being invaded by contaminants that had no business being there they were angry. And right now they were beyond angry as they found the invaders trying to mimic *them*. As the last of the BORG nanoprobes were dealt with a few of the blood cells left to find a T cell and call reinforcements. ------------------------------------------------------- Starship Voyager "Okay Seven what do you have." Capt. Janeway asked as she stepped into the Astrometrics lab, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "The BORG scout cube destroyed one week ago had some encrypted data I was not able to break until three hours ago. From the information contained in it, I can ascertain that the Collective does not have all of the details." Seven of Nine then begins replaying records of the battle so as to remind the captain. "Please get to the point Seven I haven't had much sleep tonight." Capt. Janeway would normally endure Seven's monologue were it not for the lack of sleep during this week. "Very well Captain. It appears that before the war between the Borg and species 8472, a research cube traveling in fluidic space found a way to add the genes of species 8472 to infant Borg. Fortunately they were attacked by 8472s armada before they could transmit the result, the escort cubes were destroyed but the research cube got away, albeit slightly damaged, by using its spatial drives to go to another universe. It now appears that the Collective has come into possession of the information that will allow it to retrieve the test infant." The main screen then shows a complex array of mathematical formulae dealing with dimensional translation and position. Janeway gulped. "We've got to stop them, if they find a way to assimilate species 8472, it won't be long until they come after the Federation again. Can you modify the deflector array to create a spatial singularity to fluidic space?" Capt. Janeway tried not to think of what the BORG could do if they assimilated species 8472. "It will take 3 hours." "You have 1 1/2 hours. Get anyone you need to make the modifications." Capt. Janeway quickly left the Astrometrics lab, missing Seven of Nine's confused expression. ------------------------------------------------------- The information expressed here has been translated from the BORG Collective, please keep in mind that the translation techniques used are still imperfect. It should also be noted that 3 temporal agents of the future Federation lost they're lives to smuggle this data out. BORG Collective: New search patterns have proven 80% effective despite the interference of species 8472. The search pattern has narrowed down the list of candidate universes to 20. Intensify the search, add 20 scout cubes to the task force. Sources indicate that species 8472 is preparing for another incursion to our universe. Recent skirmishes have shown that species 8472 have become immune to our nanoprobes. Subject R1127893-098435-H must be found at all cost. You Will Comply. ------------------------------------------------------- Meanwhile inside Federation space Captains Log: (stardate) The Enterprises test run is going smoothly, the new crewmates are fitting in well though it will be several more weeks until the ship and crew will be deemed fit for active duty. On a side note Starfleet sensor platforms and picket ships have picked up increased Borg activity, what worries me is that the sensor readings show all Borg cubes and such other vehicles to be 'withdrawing' instead of massing for an attack. Whatever it is they are up to my gut feeling tells me that it isn't good for the Federation or anybody else. "You don't know how right you are Mon Capitan." Says a smug Q as he steps through a wall. "Q! What the hell are you doing here?" Capt. Picard stands up trying to ready himself for whatever devious tricks Q is about to pull. "Aw captain! Can't I just visit my good friend Picard without him being suspicious of me?" Q says with a hurt expression on his face. "Every time you come here you cause trouble like the time when you introduced the Federation to the BORG, who later assimilated me in a plan to assimilate the entire Federation. Then when you were stripped of your power's you came here for asylum, consequentially drawing all of your enemies into attacking my ship. Whenever you came here you have caused incalculable damage both psychological and physical, and you dare to presume I'm your *friend*!!" Capt. Picard shouted the last word as he tried to intimidate Q into leaving. Surprisingly enough it worked. Taken back by Picard's anger "Well if that's how you feel I guess you don't want to know what the Borg are up to." Q starts to phase through the wall where he came from. Grounds his teeth in frustration. Out of all the times Q could have been serious he chooses now. "STOP!! Fine talk, just make it quick." One hour later Captain Picard is at the bridge. "Data plot a course for DS9. Engineering?" Capt. Picard says as he exits from the turbo-lift with an expression few have seen since that one encounter with the Borg. "Geordi here." His voice comes from nowhere. "Can we travel at warp 9?" This question sounds more like an order. "We can, but I'd advise against it. The plasma conduits aren't correctly aligned yet." Geordi said, trying to figure out why the captain is so upset. "Objection noted you have 5 minutes to prepare." Capt. Picard sounds like he is already trying to figure out what to do next. ----------------------------------------------------- Down in Engineering. Gulp. "Okay everyone, I want everything double checked. Rilley you're in charge of watching the plasma conduits, if anything goes wrong let me know." Geordi gets underway trying not to look as worried as he feels. ------------------------------------------------------ "Open a channel to Starfleet Command." "Ready sir." "This is Captain Jean Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise. We have come into possession of information vital to the survival of the Federation. Attached to this transmission is a recording with the being known as Q. I advise you to make your decision quick, time is of the essence." Capt. Picard signals for the young ensign to send the message. "Transmission sent sir." The young ensign at her duty station called back. "Helm warp factor 9. Engage." Capt. Picard sits down in his seat, trying to ignore his gut feeling that he may be too late. ------------------------------------------------------- One hour later. The starship Voyager is holding steady at a red giant as the modifications are made to the deflector array. Seven of Nine steps into the briefing room and sits down in her assigned seat along with everyone else. "Excellent Mr. Paris. Now Seven, how are the modifications going?" Capt. Janeway doesn't look any better, in fact she looks worse. Seven on the other hand appears to be a bit nervous as she wrings her hands in nervous anticipation behind her back. "Modifications to the deflector array have been completed we can leave as soon as Harry Kim readjusts the shields for fluidic space." "Good. But next time Seven try not to step on B'Elanne's toe's so much. Okay? Now Tuvok, your prognosis?" Capt. Janeway grimaces from her little *talk* with B'Elanna. "Given the matter of urgency surrounding this mission, we should ask species 8472 for any assistance they can render since it is in their best interest to keep the BORG away from the test subject." "Is that why were in orbit around this star?" Capt. Janeway glanced at the electronic notepad on her desk, she is going through all of the information that Seven of Nine provided for her regarding the test subject. "Indeed. This is where the newest sighting of organic ships occurred. It is logical to assume that species 8472 would also want to find the test subject and keep him out of the Borg's hands. "No, we should find the test subject without the help of species 8472. They might try to use him to complete their plans for the extermination of all life in this universe." Seven of Nine begins to question her own emotions. "Noted, but we don't even know where to begin searching, as you pointed out the information we have is sketchy at best and without the help of species 8472 to search or fight off the Borg we may never recover the test subject." "Are you sure we should recover him? For all we know he may try to assimilate us on the spot, and with some genetic enhancements courtesy of species 8472, we'd be powerless to stop him." Lt. Paris starts to scowl as he remembers the last time Voyager went up against the BORG. He shivers as he imagines a Borg with the biological defenses of species 8472. A stern voice responded, "We don't even know what he's like. If we don't find him well never know if the Borg did. Furthermore he is a human being, like you Mr. Paris his past isn't so good but I'm willing to give him a chance to prove his innocence. Is that clear?" This is not so much a question as a challenge as she rakes her senior staff with her cold hard eyes, a few had the decency to cringe. "Yes Ma'am!" Everyone replied, including Tom Paris. "Good. Are there any more questions?" She said this in a calm and controlled voice as she lets everyone know that they have nothing to fear. "Yes, what are we going to do once we find him?" Chakotay proceeds to scroll through some of the information that Seven uploaded into his memo pad, trying to find a way to detect an unassimilated Borg. "I don't know yet. We could take him with us or we could turn him over to species 8472, . . . but if there is no other choice then well terminate him." Capt. Janeway looks down for a few moments, collecting herself. Everyone leaves the briefing room, albeit a little shaken up. The Captain and Seven of Nine enter the turbo-lift. "Engineering." "Turbo-lift stop. Captain?" Seven of Nine stares directly at Capt. Janeway. "Yes, Seven of Nine? What's troubling you?" "It concerns your decision to destroy the infant." At this point Seven looks slightly flustered as she tries to keep her resolve firm. "I haven't decided to destroy him yet. As I said we'll determine the appropriate course of action based on his reaction to the past and or if he is already a part of the collective. For all we know he could be the reason the Borg have almost found him." Janeway tried not to think of killing a innocent by concentrating on why Seven is asking her these questions. "That is hardly likely Captain. The maximum universal limit to the BORG subspace link is 2 universes, no more." "Seven I've answered your question, now answer mine. Why do you want to recover the test subject. We could have told species 8472 what the BORG know and leave them be." Seven couldn't meet the captains eyes as she tries to sort out the feelings she has had since discovering the continued existence of infant R1127893-098435-H. It's almost like the feelings she had begun to develop for the Borg drone One before he died. Finally she decides to take a risk. "Infant R1127893-098435-H is my son." "I see why you care for him, but why didn't you tell everyone at the briefing?" Capt. Janeway is shocked at the intensity of Seven's gaze. "I don't know. All of these feelings are still new to me, I . . . I . . didn't know how everyone would react." "There's nothing to worry about Seven, well get him back." Janeway cracked a smile as she replied, "Just as long as you understand that I'm not changing diapers, agreed?" "Thank you captain, Turbo-lift proceed." Relief washed over Seven of Nine as she began to wonder what her son is like and if he will accept her. ---------------------------------------------- collective: Subject R1127893-098435-H a.k.a. Ranma has proven most resistant to the nanoprobes, assimilation is at 25%. Cause of failure of assimilation must stem from the genetics of species 8472, therefore to assimilate we must use nanoprobes tailored to species 8472s genetic structure. Assistance is needed, resources are nearly depleted. Repair and activate subspace transponder. WE_ARE_THE BORG! Meanwhile in Nerima, Ranma is returning to school the next day. Genma wouldn't let him sleep in another day. Hopefully while he is in school, he'll be able to get some decent rest. "Ranma!" Miss Hinako appeared to have other plans concerning Ranma. Ranma's head is still down on his desk, though it looks like he isn't experiencing pleasant dreams. "AAAHH! get away." The rest of Ranma's scream is cut off as Miss Hinako drained him of his life force. "Now Ranma," the husky voice of Miss Hinako's adult form asks for attention. "" "" It takes a couple of moments for Ranma to realize that he had just spoken flawless English. Never mind that he had understood the English Miss. Hinako had been spouting. This fact isn't lost on the rest of the class, or Miss. Hinako as she starts to get angry. -------------------------------------------------- In another part of Nerima, a transaction is taking place. "Ah excellent choice sir, is most unusual item. It is rumored that with that glove any person you defeat will become your slave." The store owner looks more closely at the customer, deciding how much money he can get from the fool. "50,000 yen" "Ill take it!" cried the insane kendoist as he starts laughing. ---------------------------------------------------- Authors rant If you haven't watched Voyager you probably don't know about species 8472, they are quadrupeds (4 legs), they're technology is totally based on organic parts, they communicate telepathically, and they really hate the Borg for invading they're universe. C&C Q&C and even $ are appreciated. Flames will be sent to someone else. And tactical nukes will be disarmed. ja ne