Chapter 7 ---- Negotiations with the Venusions

[dingo15068]

Our scouts are arriving in the general area as we speak....remote sensors have been dispatched.  They have located the gateway, and it is currently surrounded by a planetary nebule of a bright glowing energy field light.  They report an unusual interference on communication frequencies...they report it sounds like singing...with music along the lines of "Angelical".  They report several ships of unknown type at this time, but detected energy emmisions within the containment?? field of at least one ISS type.  One Borg type, several of Bozo type, and a few other types of unknown origion at this point.  Heavy interference with data relayed by the probes, as well as interference along communications.  As soon as the Alentra arrives on station, we should have better intellegence, as they have better sensors

[The Borg Collective]

Borg energy signatures? Our ships stand ready to arrive on the site via transwarp, awaiting your approval. If a battle situation occurs, we will expect your support.

[dingo15068]

Roger Borg Collective, will notify you if signature is correct.  Communication with the probes is deteriating....reports from Sirius indicate that power usage for maintaining the containment field is at 40% and slowly growing.  They indicate that they will be able to bring reserve power generators online within hours.  If nessisary will utilize special power reserves crrently being delivered to Sector California.  Labatt, what is your ETA on arrival on station??  We need to have a beacon placed so we can start transwarping additional units, due to the warping of the area caused by the containment field, we do not need ships arriving on the wrong side of the barrier at this time

[Nemisis two]

Labatt, you command the entire fleet of the WAN IV i only have the Berserker asteroid fleet and three minion fighter wings.
As for their casualties, whatever they lose they'll replace quickly as their constantly building more of themselves.

Lasershot engines restored to operative capability, what are your orders?

Several bozos are in the vicinity of SDC, light skirmishes between Wan forces and the local time-lords' forces against the bozos have occured but the bozos are still their.

[The Borg Collective]

Yes, we saw bulletproof, but have yet to engage him.

[The Borg Collective]

We have just checked SDC, bulletproof just vowed to not let harm come to the lasershot. Is he on our side, or not? What are the ROE with him?

BTW, this is our 100th post.

[Original Labatt]

Understood Nemisis, and ofcoarse Alantra is the head Command ship of my fleet.  Dingo sorry i could not contact you earlier but there were many bozo war ships and scouts so I could not risk the chance of them picking up our com censors.  I have established a secure line.  We have reached the station.  It seems to have docked hundreds maybe thousands of ships which were injured durring the battle.  I am running full scans.  They are working around the clock to restore there weapons and shields.  As far as I can see they are week, and fragile.  What do you propose we should do as of now Admiral.  Dingo any suggestions?

[nerd57 Laugi]

"H E double L? Interesting name for my last Universe. Matt had named it Universe 101-3-1-L. Of course, I had to destroy it to get here. And dare you be so arrogant to sugest your technology created the hole between Universes? These "Ritos" you speak of are no where near as powerful as needed to open a hole between Universes. Though, I bet they'd do some damage if they exploded right now if your hull... Hmmmmm"

Suddenly the launch bay goes completly offline. It is inaccesible by the system channels, and life support is gone from the room.

"You probably can't tell because the system is cut off, but about 15 of your "ritos" are counting down. Have a nice cycle."

[The Borg Collective]

*Intercepting the last communication, the Borg cube on patrol in the area launches its sphere. The sphere quickly warps to the WAN, breaks through the launch bay barriers, and transports the armed ritos to their ship. The sphere then opens a transwarp conduit, and disappears from the area, seconds before the ritos detonate, closing down three light years of the conduit.*

Borg collective to WAN: What is your status? The sphere was destroyed, but it was on remote control, as you would call it, so we had no casualites.

[nerd57 Laugi]

"Mmm a collective mind species. I encountered something like you in the last Universe. Entering one enters the rest... prepare to be Assimilated borg. Assimilated into nothingness."

Three Borg ships suddenly gain individuality, turning on the main fleet. Phasers and torpedos are launched, doing little damage, but causing confusion in the collective.

"Have fun! Mmm Ritos... Only a few minutes more..."

[nerd57 Laugi]

"Ahh and now that you have no more Ritos..."

A huge space-time rip opens near the WAN III. Thousands of ships pour out, and begin attacking the area where the Borg sphere punctured the WAN III.

"And for my borg friends, a little present..."

Several hacked remote control spheres self-detonate, causing destruction all around the bays.

[The Borg Collective]

We-----------------age--------------- .............Aaron.........----------- adapt.........&&&&&&&&**&*&*&*&*&^%%%F^&*((*&^^&*&^%^&*(&^%^&*(&^%^&*...........................

[payloadcontroller]

{K & PLC stare at each other in disbelief.}

K: Let me get this straight. All H-E-double-hockey-stick is breaking loose?

PLC {sighs}: Looks like it.

K {nodding in understanding}: Okay, then, how about an Eridantan Lasso? It's only a simple dimensional rift.

PLC: Hm. Might work.

K {turns for the bridge door.}: Okay, I'm on it.

PLC: Waitaminit, you're gonna need some help.

K: So, send a couple of your fighters.

PLC: They don't know the maneuver, K.

K {stops and stares knowingly}: You intend to do it.

PLC: You bet. I came up thru the ranks, I was a rocket jockey. Heck, who was it just flew us back from Corillian?

K: PART of the way.

PLC: Yeah, yeah, only because you wouldn't give me the keys. Besides, this is my fleet, and my battle. You're the adjunct here, not me.

K: True. All right, you're the boss.

PLC: D@#n straight. {Turns to bridge crew.} Okay, folks, I need two of the latest fighters we got, one for me, one for K, and I want our 3 top fighters following us in. Dingo, I want you to meet us at the hangar; we will need a few last minute mods to our fighters. Everybody got that? Execute!

[The Borg Collective]

@#%$...damage...........individuality.............implanted.......3 rogue.....6.....8........15....losing....voices......assistance!......

[nerd57 Laugi]

"I'm shaking in my boots. Hey, a TARDIS. Lets mess with it!"

Doors become walls, walls become gateways, stairs become elevators, and elevators become holes. The way out of the hangar empties into the incinerator, all the ways in connect to the irradiated engineering room.

"Ohhh, hyper-d, how I missed messing with you. The last few species didn't have hyper-d. Hey, do those fighters have Ritos? Mmm their mine now."

The launch bay doors are blasted open, and most of the figher squadron flies out. In bombing formation, they head towards the Borg Cubes.

"Oh no! Look out! HA HA HA!"