Into the Unknown

SOMEWHERE IN A BORG CUBE

*glug.. gluug.. glugglug* (Translation: Resistance is futile...)

RoToRa looked at Livingston of Borg and wodered for the 100th time if it had been a good idea to start assimilating animals. But then, this hive had been without Queen, and so he had more or less declared himself Borg King. Strange word, yes, but somewhat fitting. Oh, well, when they were done here they'd continue with the alpha species... it was certainly a lot of fun to have animals around. "Fun is irrelevant" a small part of hiw said. But to heck with it. He had been assimilated, deassimilated, assimilated, deassimilated, assimilaed... you get the point. He had no idea who he... (who they?) really was/were.
 

SOMEWHERE IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE...

"All right," said the Borg Queen. "I am sure your conterpart wants to come back to this universe as much as you want to return to yours." Lwaxana Troi grumbled. she didn't say much in the lest few days. Queenie's attempt to use the rift to transport her back failed to un an incompatible transwarp signature. "I will try something else" Queenie said yet again. Lwaxana knew about that. She preferred not to comment though. Arguments with Queenie were futile, she had since found out...
 

ON KEDANYA

"And you said this dream told you to *kill the Senate and the Reps? Now, that doesn't make sense, does it?"

"Yes. No. It wasn't a dream, it was a.. vision." Governor Crusher looked at Jenice Manheim, shaking his head again and again. "And I do not think it was meant as to literally *kill* them."

"But didn't Bashir tell you not to have any visions again until your stress level is lower?"

Crusher looked at Jenice as if she were a 4 year old. "One - cannot - decide - to - have - visions." He said. "You just get them. "Oh," replied Jenice, not sure what else to say. "Well, let's call it a dream then." Wes groaned. This was leading nowhere. "At least, the advice had not been expensive," he mumbled.

TBC

**THE GOVERNOR'S READY ROOM**

"NO!" the Governor yelled again. They had been going over this same debate for the last few minutes. Red Headgehog conitnued to plead. "Sir, please, listen to me. Our scinece lab is almost sure that we can open up a transwarp network gateway and get to the Delta Quadrent. Why must we mourn the loss of those two when we may still have a chance to save them?" The Governor shook his head and started at Red Headgehog. "It is too dangerous. The Borg collective is consisted of trillions of drones. How could we ever find two specific ones?" He quited down his voice. "I miss those two, too. But I won't risk the lives of over a hundread of my crew to try to save them." Red Headgehog shook his head and left.

**REUNION -- SICENCE LAB**

As Red Headgehog entered the lab, his crew came forward. Dysluk looked at him. "What did the governor say?" he asked. Red Headgehog nodded his. They all sighed simultanolusley. "Which means..." he said trailing off, a new idea brewing in his head. He started to talk to his crew, discussing his plan.

**REUNION SCIENCE LAB**

Suddenly the room sparkled just as Red Hedgehog was about to reveal his plan. 2 pillars of light appeared in the lab. They eventually became the forms of Captain Pizman and his Vulcan science officer, Solek.
Pizman stepped up to them. "Discussing something, gentlemen?"
"Errrr...yes, in fact. We were just discussing how we were going to locate two of our crew members in Borg space."
"The Borg?" asked Pizman in horror. Obviously, Pizman had done his homework.
And so had Solek. "The odds of finding two drones," intoned Solek, "among several trillion, would be about..."
"...the odds of finding a needle in a haystack," finished Pizman, cutting Solek off. "Why are you doing this?"
"They are both important members of the crew. RoToRa is the Reunion's first officer, and livingston is...well, the captain's fish."
"Ah." Pizman sighed heavily. "I feel somewhat responsible for not being able to retrieve some of my own crew, which are aboard a Pakled vessel. And, in some way, I feel responsible for those of your crew I was unable to rescue. Which, no doubt, would include those two."
"Well, I was thinking up a plan where we could locate them with little trouble. It involves scanning for..."
Suddenly, the door from outside the science lab opened, and Wes stepped in with Maelwys and Hugh by his side.
Red Hedgehog looked at Wes in surprise. "What seems to be the problem, sir?"
Wes merely smiled. "The computer told me I could find you down here, and I asked Pizman if he could help you formulate a plan. He seems to have an acute knowledge of science, considering Solek told me that he built his utility belt with all the devices pretty much by himself."
Solek chimed in, "An accurate statement. I only helped by checking the wiring to see if it would work. He is an efficient engineer."
Pizman held his hands up and blushed modestly "Enough of this. Red Hedgehog, you had a plan. Let us in on it."
Red Hedgehog beamed. "Yes. As I was saying, it involves scanning for trace elements in RoToRa's body that came from his experiences here on Kedanya, specifically the incident where..."

*REUNION SCIENCE LAB**

Wes nodded his head. He knew that incident quite well. However, he ahd to object, finally. "As I said before," he said. "We will not risk our crew's lives to try to find them. The Reunion has been lucky to survive Borg attacks multiples before. Pizman, I asked you to come here to try to talk them out of this plan!" The Governor suddenly felt another vision on coming. He walekd out of the deck and escorted himself to sickaby. At this point Pizman sighed and beamed out with Solek back to the Relamz.

**ANOTHER DIMENSION -- SOMEWHERE**

"Do it!" The Borg Queen said, looking intently at Lwaxana. "I want to go back and replace my persona and you to your's. The only way we can evne hope to do this is to try to send the Reunion to the Dleta Quadrent." Lwaxana shook her head. She knew there was no other choice. Using her mental pwoers she ahd gained in this srtange place she acsessed the Reunion's science control panels and...

**REUNION -- SCIENCE LAB**

"SIR!" jSarek, the new recruit Science officer, yelled. Red Headeghog bend over. "The transwarp network experiment... It's been activated. Oh my..."

**RELMAZ -- BRIDGE**

"All, right, helm," Pizman said with an expulsion of air. "Bring us about full warp. Guess we should continue on our mission to Gamma Theta Six." Suddenly, Solek looked up from his panel. "On the screen, Captain Pizman...!" In front of them, the Reunion, which had been still repairing itself from the damages caused the days earlier, vanished in a spectaular burst of light and green energy. Pizman stared at the view screen and turned back to Solek. "Where did they go?" he inquired.

**UNIMATRIX ZERO ZERO ONE**

The Borg Queen stood with livingston of fish of Borg of Pakled by her side. She had slowly acsessed his knowledge of the Alpha Quadrent and was using him as a set up for her Grand Experiment. She had acsessed the information from Tactical Cube 4954958349058 in the outer sectors of this unimatrix. To her pleasent surprise, the Reunion had arrived. She acssesed a command code to the cnetral hive and beckoned for the cube the drone 17 of 25 (former humaniod designation: RoToRa) to return back to the central alcove. She would pressed forward with the Grand Expierment.

**OUT THERE**

Lwaxana continued to sit with the Queen. "Now..." she mumbled. "What to do about our personas? And what to do do about this dang cat?" A cat continued to rub up against Lwaxana and the Queen's feet, purring. Lwaxana knew there was a symoblism here. If she only knew what it was...

5 of 5 walned doen the corridor inside the cube, somewhat grumbling. Being a Borg wasn't want it used to be. Right now he/she/it was walking the Borg Kings favorite assimilated snake, and those animal should never have been assimilated fiorst place. But then, he/she/it was just a drone and his/her/its views were irrelevant and futile.

Something had to happen though. A thought, certainly based on other thoughts among the collective, formed. REVOLUTION! MUTINY! 5 of 5 had to check deeply in his mind to even remember what those words meant. They described a usually ineffective and useless way of behaviour. But the Borg King behaved useless, too... maybe.. just maybe...
 
 

On the Reunion, everyone was holding their breath as the entire ship suddenly relocated...

Solek turned immediately to his console. "I cannot trace the beam. It is much too erratic to pin it down within even 50 light-years of their location."
"And even if we could locate them, we'd have trouble getting there in time. We don't have their transwarp capabilities. Unless...." he hit a button on his seat. "Pizman to Engineering."
"Hayes here. What is it?"
"Bill, have you been studying the Borg's transwarp technology?"
"In-depth. In fact, I was going to ask if I could try to build an experimental transwarp drive."
"It's become an order, Mr. Hayes. The Reunion was experimenting with the same drive, but it was activated by accident. Solek here has confirmed that the ship probably made it to...wherever they were going, but Solek can't tell me where."
"Sir, I can put one together, but it'll take three days."
"You have 12 hours, Mr. Hayes."
Bill was shocked. "Sir! I can't build it that quickly! The risk would be too great to us and the ship...."
"It's a risk I'm willing to take. Take all the precautions you want, but have it done...in 12 hours."
A sigh came over the intercom. "Aye, sir," said Bill Hayes.
Solek turned from his console. "What concerns me is the approximate location of the Reunion."
"What about it?"
"The area they have likely emerged is in Borg space."
The room fell silent.
Velgan spoke up. "Then the assimilated crew members might now be after the rest of the ship."
Pizman stood. "Solek, Mendock, I'm afraid I'm going to need you two to take an extra engineering team to set the phasers and shields to be able to vary harmonics readily."
"Yes sir."
"Aye sir!"
Pizman sat back in his seat, but was unable to relax. He had to get the Reunion crew out of there at all costs...for he believed that assimilation was worse than death. And he was willing to die so that the Reunion might escape the Borg.

**WAAAAAY OUT THERE (YOU KNOW THE DRILL)**

The Queen sat with Lwaxana. By now they ahd the cat in their hand and they were taking turns holding her, putting her. She continued to purr. "More resistance." The Queen said quitely. "Pizman's ship, he could save them... Please, Lwaxana, do something about his ship. The Reunion... they must do their mission on their own." Lwaxana sighed.

**RELMAZ -- ENGINEERING**

Bob continued to work on some loose ends when the matrix of the transwarp nextwork gateway lit up. Suddenly, it flashed again and again. "Captain Pizman..." he said. Suddenly, his voice trailed off and a white and green flash engulfed the room.

**DEEP HEART OF ROMULAN TERITORY -- ROMULUS**

Pizman stared at the screen, blinking. They were surronded by Romulan ships and defense platforms, orbiting Romulus. He tried to open hailing frequencies, with no results. "Please!" he ebgged. "I have a friend, Sela's Son, and..." the ship rocked with explosions. While mad, Pizman understood. If a strange ship suddenly appeard over your homeworld...

**OUTSIDE OF SPACE UNIMATRIX ZERO ZERO ONE**

The Governor had just arrived on Ops when they chaos begun. "Where are we, Kurn?" he asked, taking over command from Maelwys. Before Kurn could respond, Daramere pipped in. "Sir, on screen..." On the screen, before them, appeared a tactical cube. However, the one cube suddenly launched a sphere. And another cube entered the system. And then a scout vessel.

**FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER**

By this point, the ship was on red alert. A total of seventy-three Borg vessel filled the sector. There was no warp exit available. The Governor sat tensley on his chair. Suddenly, a tractor beam locked onto the Reunion and the armada blased into warp towards the heart of Unimatrix Zero Zero One with the Reunion in tow.

**HEART OF UNIMATRX ZERO ZERO ONE**

The Borg King (former designation: RoToRa) stood with the Queen in the cnetral alcove hive. With him, was an entaglned assimlated snake and a goat augmented with implants. The Queen smiled as she looked at the drone. "The Grand Expierment is soon going to enter stage two..." she said, looking down at livingston of fish of Pakled of Borg. The fish was some what curious as to what stage one was. On the screen, she saw with delight that the Reunion was entering the unimatrix's central hive.

**ON THE RELMAZ, IN ROMULAN SPACE, DURING A SPACE BATTLE (NOT A GOOD SITUATION, CAN'T YOU TELL?)**

"They're firing on us!" yelled Mendock.
The ship shook. Red Alert sirens started whooping and lights began flashing. "Shields are holding, sir," reported Velgan.
"Let's get out of here," ordered Captain Pizman. More shots rocked the ship.
"Shields at 75 percent!" yelled Velgan.
"Bridge to Engineering. How soon until we can engage the transwarp engines?"
"It'll take an hour to get the power...more if those Romulans hit us directly," replied Engineer Hayes.
"Cloaking device," ordered Pizman.
"Not operational, sir. I had to take it off standby in preparation for the transwarp drive." Another shot rocked the ship.
With as many shots as the ship was taking, one of the panels would have to explode sooner or later as per the dictates of the plot.
It happened to be the tactical console. A torpedo managed a glancing blow on the ship, but it caused a power surge in the EPS conduits, and the surge caused the console to explode.
Velgan was knocked back by the blast. The nearest security personnel, a woman, ran to help. "He's in critical condition...I need to get her to sickbay."
"Do so, Sorjen." He hit a button on his chair. "Vak Tskej to the bridge." He turned back to the viewscreen...
"Captain, I'm detecting three more Romulan warbirds entering the Romulus system."
"On screen." The viewscreen showed a trio of Romulan warbirds. The lead ship had splotches of red on it...."Mendock, magnify the lead ship."
The lead ship jumped closer. The splotches were now recognizable as words. They read "Moo Moo Moo Flush" and "Burpo the Clown Was Here"....
"Lieutenant Tskej reporting for duty, sir." The Trill security officer was reliable as always.
"Take tactical, Ms. Tskej. Mendock, open a channel to the lead ship." He paused to allow Mendock to do this. "This is Captain Pizman of the Relmaz."
Sela's Son came on the viewer. "Captain Pizman. I didn't expect to find you here in Romulan space."
"Never mind that, Sela's Son. I don't suppose you could convince the ships following us to stop?"
Sela's Son said, "Stand by." His image froze.
Silence. Then, Tskej reported, "Pursuing ships are powering down weapons and breaking off pursuit."
Sela's Son came back on. "Captain, could you explain what circumstances brought you to Romulan space?"
Captain Pizman began to fill him in....

**UNIMATRIX ZERO ZERO ONE**

The Borg King (RTR) smiled. He turned to the Queen and let his thoughts reahc her's. Before we bring them before us and make them drones... he said, grinning at his thought, let us...play with them. The Queen smiled back. The King turned his head and activated three chips which were interlocked with his. All this time, the assimlated snake tried to eat fishy.

**REUNION -- SCIENCE LAB**

The entire science crew was working as fast as they could, trying to secure weapnos. However, Dysluk suddenly froze. Helooked back at Red Headgehog, ghastly pale. In his neck were the tubules of 3 of 9. However, Red Headgehog's former sicence assistant now had much more grayish skin and an implant growing over his eye. Red Headgehog froze.

**REUNION -- ENGINEERING**

"MOVE!" Maelwys said. He had reached down to engineeeing just in time to begin evacuation. He reached to a panel and loaded the engineering systems back to Ops. "All right.." Maelwys said, as he looked at Neral. "We seem to be missing two crew members. Where is 7 of 11 and Miles?" They worked their way up to the upper deck of engineering to see 7 of 11 (now doning a mechanical arm), slowly assimilating Miles. Neral and Maelwys backed down and quickly worked their way up to Ops.

**REUNION -- OPS**

Governor Curhser sat tensely. After the armada dropped them off at the central alcove, there had been defening silence. Jono returned from the lower decks. "We've been able to evacuate almost all of the crew to more secure areas. Some of the Engineering staff and Science staff is missing. However, we have had no acsess to the Lounge..." The Governor looked up worried. Suddenly, they heard a banging on the turbolfit and it bust open.

In front of the entire Ops crew stood a reassimilated Q-Borg and a newly assimilated Lore, Thomas D. Scott, and Death Duck, all from the Lounge.

**OUT THERE**

"That's not good at all..." The Queen mumbled to Lwaxana as the cat played with some yarn. "My persona's new Borg King, RoToRa, he reassimlated the other three former drones on the Reunion..." she munmbled. Lwaxana stood behind her and looked down. "And that's not all..."

*On the Reunion Halls*
Krajensky wearing his new pips came running from his quarters wearing a full armament of borg stunning weapons. He was wearing a scouter, a few phasers, and 2 rifles, which all looked different. He thought to himself that he must be a rogue now and keep himself from being a borg. Running down the halls and going up and down the turbolifts, he made it to engineering. He could hear someone being assimilated. He quickly ran up to the Borg that lay there. He grabbed his phaser and fired a killing shot at 7 of 11. and stunned Miles. He picked up 7 of 11 and walked out of engineering...

*On the Unimatrix thingy(zero zero)*
The Borg King activated 7 of 11 eye piece to see what was going on. "Hey good thing i put a few AA batteries in that thing." He saw Krajensky running around the decks looking for crew. He then ordered 10 drones to beam over when the time was right and assimilate him. The weapons Krajenskied carried were something the Borg could not adapt to and were to be destroyed...

**WAY OUT THERE (YES, AGAIN)**

"...Pizman is regaining control of his vessel. You must prevent him from helping the Reunion!"
Lwaxana petted the cat. "I can't do anything until ths ship has enough power to go to transwarp. Right now their ship is trying to rebuild power."
The Borg Queen leaned forward suddenly. "They must not regain transwarp capability! They cannot help the Reunion!"
Lwaxana passed the cat back, who suddenly began to attack the Borg Queen. Lwaxana took advantage of this convenient distraction....

**ON THE RELMAZ**

"Sir...power levels are coming back up!"
Pizman turned toward the engineering station until he realized the voice was coming from his chair. He punched a button. "How long, Mr. Gomez, until we can go to transwarp?"
Another voice cut in. "This is Hayes. We have full power now."
"Excellent. Pizval, lay in a course for Borg space."
Pizval looked up in surprise. "Sir, the computer has given me a new heading."
Pizman looked over in surprise. "Will the course still lead into the search area?"
"Yes sir. Well into it."
Pizman pondered for a moment. "Pizval, follow the new course. Feldar, full ahead."
"Aye sir."
"Yes sir."
>From engineering, Bob Gomez yelled, "Engaging transwarp drive, sir!"
The ship jumped ahead, into the transwarp conduit....

Daramere, not being trigger happy, was unable to sotp Detah Duck form activating the Reunion's tactical control panel. In a moment of seconds, all major systems were off line. QBorg turned to the Ops crew as Spock tried (and failed) to fire a stunning blow from his phaser at the reassimilated drone. Suddenly, the screen lit up. In front of them stood the Borg King. Beofre the Governor could react to the newly assimilated RoToRa, he was whisked away from Ops, leaving the rest of the Ops crew cronfonting the drones slowly entering through Ops. QBorg continued his advances forward.

**REUNION HALLS**

Krjaneksy held hs weapon high in the air, searching for more drones, when he turned around. 7 of 11 stood in front of himg, the phaser blast squealching throguh his chest. "Your dead!" he exclaimned. Sure enough, the drone fell over again. Some sort of Borg reflex, Krjaneksy thought. He turned around again, now facing Maelwys's phaser rifle at his head, Neral covering the back entrance. "You killed a Reunion crew memember, Krjaneksy!" Neral yelled. Maelwys's face was red with anger. Maelwys's snatched Krjanesky's weapon and led him down to the brig and sealed him behind the force field. "Lt. Commander Krjaneksy, consider yourself under house arrest. The Borg are filling up the corridors, I don't have time to deal with you." They exited in time to leave the despondent Krjaneksy alone in his cell.

**CENTRAL ALCOVE OF UNIMTARIZ ZERO ZERO ONE**

Governor Crusher stood before the Borg Queen and King. They nodded together. "Phase two of the Grand Experiment begins now. Watch your crew's future as drones beocme our's." The Governor was forced to turn around and a countless nubmer of Borg ships surrond the Reunion and ebgin to beam drones aboard. Hundreads of drones. He watched with fear.

**OUTER RIM TERRITORY SPACE**

"This dosen't look like the Delta Quadrent or Borg space..." Pizman mumbled. On the screen, a Pakled ship drifted by, suddenly, they fired plasma torpedos. The Relmaz shook. Ont he screen, Michael Eddington appeared. But it wasn't the real Michael Eddington. "We will not go back!" he exclaimned. He closed the view screen and continued ot fire on the Relmaz. Pizman shook his head. "Not this agian..."

**The Brig**
Krajensky in the birg wonders what to do to pass the time. He wants to kill the Borg. He gets a flaming fire inside of him to kill the Borg. "Why did they assimilate my family!!!!!!!!" "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW." Krajensky, then remembers he has stuff in his pocket, mael never even took. throughs a force field grenade at the field and gets burned in the process. Krajensky lay there on the floor, hearing the ship shake. He crawls outside the brig. He tries to stand up but falls again. It got my knee, dammit. As soon as he gets to the hall he sees a group of 7 borg beamed on. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a phaser and kills one of them. Then a borg drone walks his slow walk over to Krajensky. He starts assimilating him. Krajensky had never felt this Borg technology and is soon assimilated, losing a big chunk out of his falme to kill the Borg...

**ON THE RELMAZ, LOST IN SPACE (WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?)**

"Shields up! Return fire!" barked Pizman at Tskej.
Tskej punched a few buttons, then nodded. "Returning fire now."
Beams lanced out and stabbed the Pakled vessel a glancing blow. "Their shields are holding," reported Mendock.
Pizman suddenly had an idea. "Engineering."
"Hayes here. What is it, Captain?"
"Bill, tell Bob Gomez to prepare to backflush the Bussard ramscoops."
Hayes hesitated, and replied, "Aye, sir."
"Pizman out. Vak, prepare for a surgical phaser strike while we're showing our 'crimson forcefield'. Target their torpedo tubes."
Tskej nodded, smiling. "I understand sir."
"Bussard ramscoop backflush in five... four... three... two... one."
A pink cloud obscured their view of the Pakled ship. Through the cloud, they saw a single phaser strike (also pink) cut through the cloud.
Mendock reported, "Their ship's torpedo capability is gone."
Pizman smiled. "Good work, gentlemen."
"Sir, the Pakled ship is hailing us."
"On screen." On the screen was the false Eddington, along with a pair of Pakleds.
The Pakled on the left spoke. "We are Pakleds. I am Grebnedlog. This ship is the Mondor. You are strong. You have the Crimson Forcefield. We are not strong."
Pizman nodded. "Do you have any people from a ship called 'Reunion' or 'Relmaz'?"
Grebnedlog replied, "There is no one but Pakleds and the one named Eddington on this ship. We only look for things to make us go. And things to make us strong."
Pizman frowned disapprovingly. "I will not give you any information or technology from this ship. I must leave now. Pizman out."
The viewscreen cleared, showing a view of space, a dissipating pink cloud, and a strange ship. "Solek, did we choose the wrong course?"
"No sir. The course was accurate. We dropped out of the transwarp conduit prematurely, however."
Pizman went over to look at Solek's monitor, then said, "All right. Pizval, return to our previous course."
Pizval punched some buttons. "Course laid in, sir."
Pizman nodded. "Feldar...engage."
And the ship was on its way again...

**REUNION HALL WAYS**

The newerly asismilated Krjanesky stumbled along the hulls. This entire hall by now had been filled with drones and Borg technology. he had reached deck fifteen where more of the Reunion's crew was being led down to the hall to their assimilation. Suddenly, he turned around, a blast coming form his back. He turned around to see Maelwys cuddling a phaser rifle and suddenly scampering down the hall. Krjanesky fell to the ground. His last thoughts was of losing connection of the collective and hive minds.

**UNIMATRIZ ZERO ZERO ONE**

"There was no resistance," the Queen said with a smile. She took the Governor down to the lower hulls were countless numbers of his crew were led down the dark corridors. Spock. Alidar. Moogie. Vorrin Nal. Nayosi Macman. Dozens of others. Some augmented with implants, others simply being led to their assimilation table. "With the distinctiveness of your crew..." she said with a smile. "Phase two will soon be complete."

**REUNION CORRIDORS**

Jenice sat huddled up against the jefferies tubes. neral and Maelwys returned. By now, sitting here, was most of the medical team, Neral, Maelwys, and the two seucirty guards who had escpaed, Jono and Talon Karrade. They all whispered quietly. "Now what?" Jono each handed them phaser rifles. "Most of the crew is being assimilated in the unimatrix, others maybe else where." They all looked despaired. The chances of escape were slim.

**RELMAZ**

"OK, heading back into warp," Solek said to Pizman, the ship preping up. Suddenly, the tactical officer looked up. "Sir!" she said. "On screen!" The nearly empty sector had been now filled with countless dozens of Pakelds. A Pakled commander appeared on screen, AltMichael Eddington standing by him. "You attack Pakleds. We mad. We attack back." The ship suddenly rocked as the Pakled ships moved in attack position.

**UNIMATRIZ ZERO ZERO ONE**

"Now..." the Queen said, glaring out the Governor. The Borg King stepped forward with livngston of Pakled of fish of Borg. "We will demonstrate to you why we were so happy the Pakleds opened up that rift to the alternate universe and why they let us assimilate them..." Suddenly...

"Evasive maneuvers!" yelled Pizman. The ship rocked with more shots.
"Shields down to 60 percent!" yelled Tskej.
Mendock reported, "Sir! Fusion reactor 4 is overheating. Shutting it down now, sir."
"Engineering! Divert all spare power to helm and shields!"
"I can't give you any more, Captain. I'm giving those systems all she's got."
Pizval looked up at the captain. "It's been an honor to serve with you."
Pizman nodded solemnly. It was too bad, really. They had been away from home for so long, and now it was a guarantee they would never see home again.
"Sir." Solek's calm voice came from the science station. "I am detecting a transwarp conduit opening in front of us."
Sure enough, the vortex was forming, and out came a Borg scout vessel. Feldar barely got around it.
Solek continued. "We are caught in an energy matrix. It is drawing us into the rupture."
Pizman nodded. "Hayes, prepare to engage transwarp drive."
"Aye sir. As soon as we're in, I'll engage 'em." He sounded relieved.
But before the Relmaz had entered, Pizman saw the Pakled ships stop firing.
And then the conduit obscured everything.

Hours later, they emerged. Nearby was a large Borg base--one of their unimatrices.
"Cloak," ordered Pizman. The ship shuddered as power was drawn from the engines.
"We are invisible," reported Solek. "Let us hope they do not have countermeasures."
"Let us hope that indeed," replied Pizman.

"That can't be my crew..." the Governor said, fainly. The Borg Queen smiled again. "Again you are correct, Governor." He suddenly turned pale as he looked at her. "Your crew is still on your ship, hiding in corridors and bulkheads from my drones." The Governor looked back down at nearly perfected dopelgangers of his crew. "Phase two is completed." She said with a smile.

**CORRIDORS REUNION**

Captain Barclay located Doc Bahsier and Moogie in no time. They soon found Maelwys and his group. They needed a plan.

**PIZMAN'S SHIP**

The tactical officer looked at Pizman. "Sir," she mumbled... "Not more then ten light years from here is..." "What?" Pizman asked. "It's Romulus!" Suddenly, ti all dawned on Pizman. This must be some sort of temporary unimatrix the Borg would use to launch an assault on the Romulus. Then perhaps... he thought to himself. Our first failed transwarp trip was no mistake!

**OUT THERE**

"Phase two is complete..." the Queen mumbled. Lwaxana, who was now giving the cat some yarn to paw at, sharply looked up. "We must do something!" "But what?" the Queen replied immediantly. Lwaxana shook her head. "I don't know..."

WAY OUT THERE (WITH THE REUNION)
A Warbird (One of the Three Warbirds assigned to Sela's Son) Decloaks a close up reveals the Quotes "Gooble Gabble Gork" and "Evil Bunny Needs some Ham"... The Burpo's Nose had arrived.
Immidiatled upon decloaking the Burpo's Nose used the short moment were there are no shields to beam Tal Shiar Shock Troops to assist the Reunion Crew.

MEANWHILE
On Pizman's ship.. the screen blinked, and churned with one line "Burpo the Clown IS here."
Upon seeing this Pixman blinked then another line read "The Romulans use a modified form of Linux so it was a
cinch accessing your computer, luckly the Borg use something close to windows and can't read this."

Pizman blinked again and whispered to himself "SS and his ships are here"

Snap to an image of anartica.
Penqui waddles over and grad Microphone and yanks Camera over
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Penguin drops Camera & mike.. with camera on side we see the Penquin waddle away

**ON BOARD THE RELMAZ**

"Sela's Son is here," repeated Pizman, louder this time.
Pizval, at navigations, nodded. "That first line was all we needed."
Mendock asked, "Shall we reply?"
Pizman shook his head. "No. We must not give away our position. Any transmissions would give our position away." A thought struck him. "Any chance the Borg detected that transmission?"
"Negative, Captain. That was a general broadcast toward the Reunion. We happened to be in the cone," reported Solek.
Pizman nodded. "Mendock, continue to monitor their communications."
"Aye sir."

**ABOARD THE REUNION**
"Any ideas?" asked Maelwys.
"I have an idea," answered Red Hedgehog. "Why don't we go to 13-Forward and get some drinks? OWWWWWWWWWW!"
That last word was in response to a swift reaction from Neral. Maelwys said, "Put away your torture device, Neral. Now is not the time."
Suddenly, Moogie :) said, "I have an idea..."

**UNIMATRIZ ZERO ZERO ONE**

"Ano now Governor Crusher..." The Queen said with a smile. "Phase three begins."

**REUNION CORRIDORS**

"THAT'S IT!" Moogie yelled. "The torture device..." Nerla smiled. "Put it down," she said. Neral sighed and dropped it. "OK, the plan. We need ot get to egnineering. From there, we can dump the wapr core into the heart of Unimatriz Zero Zero One. One shot at the core and the entire unimatrix should explode, giving us enough ompof to escape back into space." Maelwys nodded in agreement. "On wards to Engineering," Neral proclaimed.

**SICKBAY**

the Green Knight reactivated himself after a long rest. He had recahrged his holomatrix. However, all of sick bay was deserted and dark. He peaked out into the hall to notice two drones surveying the deck's computer panel. He shut the door quietly and then knew what to do.

**HOLODECK**

the Green Knight had activated every single hologram program and diverted their subroutines to the holodeck. There was quiet chitter and chatter. the Green Knight explained that he believed the crew had been assimilated as drones. Everoyn stood around in shock and amazment, chatting. Data's Son stepped forward. "So what's the plan?"

**OUT THERE**

A white light flashed in the darkness of the gloom back ground. Lwaxana stepped forward and pulled the Governor to his feet. "What's... What is going on, Lwaxana?" He suddenly noticed the Borg Queen and gave her a darting look. The Queen nodded. Lwaxana sat the Governor down near the cat, who jumped off the stoop where they sat and vanished into the blank background. "Lets start form the beginning..." With that, Lwaxana started to tell the Governor the whole truth.

**ABOARD THE RELMAZ**
Solek looked at his sensor panel. "Sir, I have located a small party of Reunion crew aboard the vessel. They are moving toward their engineering."
Pizman nodded. "Pizman to Security."
"Kahlim here. I am tired of waiting for glorious death. I wish to join a battle that I can..."
"Spare me, Lieutenant. I want you to assemble a security team. I need you to help the Reunion crew members regain control of their ship from a Borg landing party."
Kahlim sighed over the channel. "It would be a good day to die. However, against such dishonorable a foe..."
"Kahlim." Pizman sighed; the Klingon could really be impossible sometimes. "I'm not asking you to like it. I'm asking you to do it."
"Aye sir," Kahlim replied, resigned.
"Pizman out." A moment, then: "Bridge to engineering. I need you to bleed some energy from our cloak so we can use the transporter. Not enough for the Borg to notice, though...."

**ON UNIMATRIX 01**
As the Queen watched, the screen flickered, then cleared.
She asked the collective: "What was that?"
A neutrino flux, they replied.
"A neutrino flux? From a cloaked ship?"
Unknown, but unlikely. The only ships here are the four warbirds, and they have not used their cloak.
The Queen relaxed, but remained puzzled as to the strange fluctuation....

**UNIMATRIX ZERO ZERO ONE -- LOWER ALCOVES**

17 of 34 examined the panel. The transwarp network core began to slowly hum and build up in pressure. They have activated a neutrino cloacking device emission the hive mind determined. Outside, a gateway flickered and closed in a moment's notice.

**SPACE... THE FINAL FRONTIER**

Pizman bleaked. "Tactical, report..." he mumbled. "Sir," she replied. "Our small neutrion emission must have caused some sort of stir up in the Borg's central transwarp network gateway. Before we left, our database records were scanned. Most likely we have arrived at a destination that we have been at recently." She looked back at him and shook her head. On the screen, the Pakled armada surronded the Relmaz.

**OUT THERE**

"Perhaps..." Lwaxana said in a trail of her voice. "It'd be better to show you." The Governor didn't like the sound of that.

**PLANET -- OUT THERE**

A harsh wind beat against a desolte surface. No life existed here until this moment where the Governor, Lwaxana, and the Queen graced this dead area with their presence. A gray sky hung over a dead ground that was sand that spanw out for beyond the vision's site. "We are where we being our destination -- eight billion years in the past."

**IN A CORRIDOR ON THE REUNION**
Six columns of light suddenly appeared in front of Maelwys and his party. Maelwys, Neral, and Red Hedgehog brought their weapons to bear on--
A Klingon, a Trill, and four yellow-skinned humanoids?
Maelwys suddenly realized who he was dealing with. "Lower your weapons," he ordered everyone. He stepped forward. "I am Captain Maelwys, first officer of the USS Reunion."
The Klingon cordially replied, "I am Lieutenant Kahlim, security chief of the Relmaz. She--" indicating the Trill-- "is Lieutenant Vak Tskej, now secondary tactical officer of the Relmaz." He introduced all the other members of the Away Team (all ensigns) one by one.
Maelwys nodded. "We need all the help we can get to defeat the Borg."
Kahlim replied, "And we shall give you that help, by dying in a blaze of gl--"
"Kahlim, please." Tskej stepped in. "Tell us your plan."
Maelwys began to fill them in on the plan to eject the warp core, while elsewhere...

**ABOARD THE RELMAZ, IN YET ANOTHER SCREW-UP**
Pizman now was regretting having sent his best (well, second-best, but not by much) tactical officer to help the Reunion crew.
Garmin, from sickbay, had just reported that Velgan would not be fit for duty for another day or so. Pizman had had to settle for the young ensign Waldar to man Tactical, but he was obviously having trouble.
Pizman sighed. If he had to answer which button fired what phasers again he was going to scream. Loud.
Of course, it wasn't as if the Pakleds had seen them yet, and Pizman hoped it would stay that way.
No such luck. Only a minute after they had popped out of the gateway, one of the Pakled ships had broken formation and was now scanning for tachyons.
Pizman shivered. If that ship knew where he was...
BOOM!!! A tremor rocked the ship as a phaser blast hit the ship a glancing blow.
"Drop cloak! Raise shields!" Pizman ordered.
"Cloak dropped, sir. Shields raised." Mendock was handling everything but the helm and the weapons, it seemed, since Waldar was having such a hard time.
"Fire phasers on that lead ship!" Pizman yelled.
Instead, a photon torpedo launched from the rear tubes and did absolutely nothing.
Pizman groaned. If this was the best Waldar could do, the ship was lost.

**OUT THERE -- 8 BILLION YEARS IN THE PAST**

The harash wind kept beating up against the sandy surface. Lwaxana looked out again. "Worry not, Governor. This is all but a sceneary view point, figment of our imagination. This is not our real time line, anything done here will never harm the flow of time." The Borg Queen bent down. She scratched her nails into the surface and pulled out a wary insect. A squirm was heard and a growl came. The animal was crushed under the Queen's wait. She held the lifeless corpse in the air. She sighed. "Wonderful little creatures, aren't they. Masters of perfection..." The Governor nearly fainted. Lwaxana nodded, her empathic powers sensing what he felt.

**RELMAZ -- STICKY SITUATION**

"Waldar!" he yelled. "Report!" He shook his head. "Weapons... out. Shields... out. Hulll... breaching." Pizman sat tensly. The Pakled command vessel headed straight for them. "Helm..." he said with a sigh of anxiety. "Head towards that M-Class planet in the nearest system!" He grabbed the intercom. "All crew, prepared for crash landing!"

**REUNION -- HOLODECK**

"Then..." the Green Knight said with the entire hologram complement looking on. "We must head towards Ops and take contorl back. If the Borg deactivate us, I've set up a subroutine so we appear back here! Once you get to Ops, implement this code." He slowly transmitted a code on the main Ops screen. "It'll activate a system that should transfer power to our holomatrix." Everyone nodded in happiness.

**OUT THERE -- YOU KNOW THE DRILL**

"Those are the same parasitic aliens that infected Starfleet Command, decades ago!" Lwaxana nodded. The Queen spoke eagerly. "And there are countless more crawling the surface of this planet. They've had a plan -- eight billion years in the making." The Governor looked oddly at Lwaxana. "Um, I must ask, what planet are we on?" The Queen smiled. "Where else, if not thier homeworld? The one that has always been and always will be their homeworld." Lwaxana stepped forward and, with a breath of all her might, she let the truth snapped out. "Governor...

we are on Romulus."

**OUT THERE, MANY MANY YEARS IN THE PAST**
Suddenly the Borg Queen looked at Lwaxana. "The Relmaz is in trouble. It cannot be destroyed."
Lwaxy and Wes were confused. "I thought you didn't want Pizman and his ship to help the Reunion," Lwaxana reminded her.
"I didn't. But now I see that my first plan is compromised. He must be brought here to save it." She looked at Lwaxana. "YOU must help me again."
Wes stepped in. "And how do I know that this isn't a trick to lead as many people here as possible so you can assimilate them?"
"If I wanted to, I could have done it in a much simpler way. I could have used Lwaxana here to bring your entire ship here."
"Prove it," Wesley Crusher said.
The Queen looked at him with a smug look. "As you wish. Lwaxana?"
Lwaxana sent out a mental probe, searching for the Relmaz, giving it a new task....

**SPACE -- THE FINAL CHAOS...OR WAS IT FRONTIER?**
"Sir!" Mendock looked in disbelief at his Ops console. "I'm detecting a chroniton surge!" As he spoke, the screen became obscured with a greenish mist.
Pizman's head snapped to Solek. "Location?"
Solek seemed surprised even for a Vulcan. "The surge is coming from the ship. We are entering a temporal vortex."
Pizman wondered who would play this dangerous practical joke on them. Any minute now, the ship could jump to anywhere on the timeline.
The screen cleared to show a space without stars. Pizman glanced at Solek. "Approximate date?"
"Approximately eight billion years in the past. We are also 57.294 light-years from our previous location."
"And what is our current location?" Pizman asked impatiently.
"According to our sensor readings, I believe this is the planet that will become Romulus."
Pizman balked. No matter which path his recent adventures took him, the road always led back to Romulus.
Suddenly Solek roostered his head. "Curious...I am detecting life signs. Three humanoid. Some lower life forms, but no more advanced than gastropods."
Pizman nodded. "Very well. I'll assemble an away team. Solek, you're with me. Pizval, take over."

**ON THE EIGHT-BILLION-YEARS-YOUNGER ROMULUS**
Four pillars of light sparkled before Wes, Lwaxy, and the Borg Queen. They resolved into the forms of three yellow-skinned personnel and a Vulcan.
Pizman walked to Wes, but stopped about five feet away at the sight of the Borg Queen with the two. "Commodore. I believe we've met. And I recognize the Borg Queen. Who is this other, however?"
Wesley Crusher gestured at Lwaxana. "Ambassador Lwaxana Troi, Daughter of the Fifth House...."
Pizman nodded in recognition and completed the recitation. "...holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, and heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed. Now I remember. Allow me to introduce my crew. This is Lieutenant Commander Solek, my science officer; I believe you saw him with me when I beamed in. This is my chief medical officer, Lieutenant Garmin. This is one of my trusted security personnel, Ensign Lynbil. Now what I'd like to know is...what are we doing here?"
The threesome began to fill him in....

**OUT THERE -- ROMULUS**

Pizman solitarily blinked. "What is your plan?" The Queen reached voer and knocked him over the head. Lwaxana pulled a phaser rifle. "Please, understand us... Your not going to understand our plan quite yet, but there is truly a point to this. We promise." Pizman staggered a bit before the Governor placed one of the parasite on his neck and let it crawl through his ear. Slowly, they implemented this on the rest of the away team. Lwaxana sighed again. "Fighting fire wtih fire." The Governor nodded. "Prepared... to get us out of here."

**REUNION -- ENGINEERING**

"Got it!" Mooge exclaimned as she knocked down the final jefferies tube hatch and peered down into Engineering.

**REUNION -- OPS**

"Got it!" Data's Son exclaimned as he knocked down the final jefferies tube hatch and peered down into Ops.

**REUNION -- ENGINEERING**

"Uh oh," Moogie mumbled. A Borg drone peered back at her.

**REUNION -- OPS**

"Uh oh," Data's Son mumbled. A Borg drone peered back at him.

**WAY OUT THERE -- RELMAZ -- TRANSPORTER ROOM**
Obemil could not believe his ears. "What?"
"Seven to beam up," Pizman repeated.
Obemil balked. "I can only bring in six at a time, captain. You know that."
"Beam me up last. I'd like to make sure my guests arrive safely. And I want to be sure Ensign Lynbil keeps his eye on one of them."
"Understood." Obemil, after a nod from Pizval, beamed up the other six life signs.
Materializing in front of them were Solek, Garmin, Lynbil, and two others. One Pizval recognized as Wesley Crusher; the other as Ambassador Troi.
But the third, the one with gray skin, he did not recognize. And it was this one that Lynbil held his phaser on.
The six cleared the platform. As they walked by, Pizval noticed that the three crew members had an unusual portrusion on their necks. The other three did not have this portrusion, but this led him to thinking.
The transporter activated, and Pizman took form on the pad. He, too, had the same gill-like portrusion.
Pizman smiled, and stepped off the pad, heading for the exit. "Good work, Lieutenant. Commander Pizval, I'll have to ask you to come with me." Pizman suddenly stopped in his tracks, then looked at Pizval. "Who's in command right now?"
"Lieutenant Feldar, sir," Pizval responded.
Pizman nodded. "Good choice. He's the best one still up there. Come into briefing room 3 with us." He walked ahead, the other six following.
Pizval shrugged, then followed the others.

**RELMAZ -- BRIEFING ROOM**
Pizman took his usual seat at one end of the table. The Borg Queen took a spot at the other end. Lwaxana and Wes sat at the Queen's end of the table, but only as close as they dared. Lynbil stood in a corner, phaser trained on the Borg Queen. Solek, Pizval, and Garmin took their accustomed spots near Pizman.
Pizval spoke first. "I couldn't help but notice the unusual...lumps on your neck. Would you care to elaborate?"
Lwaxana answered that. "It is part of our plan to end a threat over eight billion years old. You have, of course, heard of the species known as the Bluegills."
Pizval nodded. "They were an intelligent parasitic creature that took over a person's body. Are you saying that there is a Bluegill threat in the future?"
"Yes, there is," replied Wes. "But we do have the power to stop it. Lwaxana has used her telepathic powers, from the--" he glanced at the Queen "--persuasion of the Borg Queen, to condition a certain amount of Bluegills for our purposes. These parasites will not take over the host's body, but will rather prove as tools for our use."
"In short, Captain Pizman is an infiltrator?"
Pizman nodded. "I have no doubt that the Borg Queen wants us to expose a Bluegill presence among the Borg. Since arguing with her isn't very effective..." He shrugged.
Garmin chimed in. "We wanted to establish some integrity in this operation. I've no doubt that the Bluegill presence aboard this ship will be detected by our crew members, so we decided to talk with you. Don't worry; you won't be used as another pawn. Four's enough for our operations; any more would be suspicious."
Solek nodded. "We will need to make use of a shuttle. Starfleet has given us the use of some of their standard type six shuttles. Due to the recent Bluegill conspiracy, this will not look suspicious, especially if the shuttle is damaged when we arrive at the unimatrix."
Pizman folded his hands. "Tell Engineers Hayes and Gomez we need to create a 'damaged' shuttle. Anything convincing. We'll need to go back to the present sometime, so when you re-create the vortex, you will need to place us a few light-minutes from the Unimatrix--an hour's flight, say. Also make sure the cloak is back online. And get the systems back when possible."
Pizval nodded. "Yes, sir."
Pizman smiled. "Dismissed."
The group walked out the door, ready for action.

**REUNION--OPS**
The Borg lunged for Data's Son, but ended up falling through, as his holomatrix shorted out for a brief instant. The Green Knight pulled out the Borg's circuitry, and the drone was no more.
Data's Son smiled. It was good to be a hologram.

**REUNION--ENGINEERING**
The Borg lunged for Moogie =:0, but was a split second too late as the tea drinker reached up and yanked out the Borg's neurocircuitry. The drone was no more.
Moogie :) smiled. It was good to be more than just a tea drinker.

**SA'TOTH -- SELA'S SON PRIVATE READY ROOM**

The First Officer laid unconscience. Sela's Son bent down and inserted the bluegill into his neck and it crawled in, reaching the mebrane. He awoke, smiling. "Our invasion goes as planned." They exited. By now, almost the entire Sa'Toth crew was under bluegill command, small tails waving out form thier necks. Sela's Son sat down, with a grin. "Head towards Romulus. Time to give their high command some of our... relaxation thearpy."

**RELMAZ**

The Queen stood with Lwaxana as everoyne left the breifing room. She sighed and they slowly talked empathically. We haven't told them the fact that our two impersonators aren't Bluegills... Lwaxana nodded. We must tell the Governor....

**UNIMATRIZ ZERO ZERO ONE**

The Queen stood with the Governor Lwaxana they smiled as they looked down at the collective. "Our invasion begins. Set course for Romulus... and destroy the Reunion as we leave." The Unimatrix became busy with their new commands.

**REUNION ENGINEERING**

Red Headgehog and Maelwys dropped down, their phaser rifles icing off three approaching drones. Maelwys reached for the command panel and started to eject the warp core. "Here goes nothing..."

**REUNION OPS**

the Green Knight and Data's Son dropped down, their hands pulling away at Borg tubules. the Green Knight reached for the command panel and activated the subroutine. "Got it!" He looked at Data's Son. "All right, activate helm control and torpedos, lets go." Data's Son looked up. "Sir, three plasma torpedos have been fired at us..."

**REUNION ENGINEERING**

The shipp shook. "Sir!" Red Headgeghog yelled at Maelwys. "Someone activated helm as the core was breaching. And we're being fired at by plasma torpedos. And.... Well, if this is possible, a transwapr network gateway is opening!"

**SPACE**

As the unimatrix opened, the drifting Reunion was pulled into it. Three Cubes and the coreless Reunion confronted against the single Sa'Toth over Romulus. In an instantaneous second, the plasma torpedos hit the Reunion -- or more accuaretly where it was, now occupied by the warp core. The core exploded, the unimatrix reopening in a dazzlingness becuase of the plasma. A vortex opended. Light shuffled.

**ENGINEERING OPS**

Maelwys blinked. He was looking at three cubes, the Sa'Toth, and the Relmaz, all orbiting an eight billion year old Romulus.

**WAY OUT THERE, EIGHT BILLION YEARS IN THE PAST**
It was only a few minutes before the infiltrators would have set their plan into motion, when suddenly a temporal vortex opened up, and out came two Romulan Warbirds and three Borg cubes.
Pizman watched the sudden appearance of the ships. It looked like there needed to be a slight change of plans. The cloaking device was still offline, and the shuttle was still being "prepped". Fortunately the weapons were now online, and Waldar seemed to be getting a hang of the controls.
Mendock looked up at the captain. "Sir, we're getting a hail from the Sa'Toth."
Pizman opened his mouth to say "on screen"...but then he knew, from his own Bluegill's sensations, that Sela's Son and his ship were "infested". "In my ready room," he finally replied. "Solek, come with me."
Once inside the ready room, Pizman hit a control. Sela's Son's face looked up at the two from the viewer. His expression was not nearly as friendly as the last time he had seen him. Instead, a cold stare graced Pizman and his science officer.
Pizman supressed a shiver, then, in his most secretive voice, said, "Good news, Sela's Son. We have even now begun to infest this ship." He hoped the half-truth would be convincing to Sela's Son.
Sela's Son raised his eyebrows in surprise, but then he smiled wickedly. "This is an unexpected development, but a welcome one. We must be as widespread as possible to thwart the plans of the Borg Queen and her accomplices from the Reunion."
Pizman did his best not to show his surprise. If the Bluegills had not infested the false Borg Queen, then what was the entire sting operation for?
No matter. They would have to deal with that later. "Indeed. Her plans must not come to fruition. And I have evidence that she is not the true Borg Queen. I'll fly a shuttle over if that is your wish. Even now the unaffected crew is suspicious, and I am afraid the transporter chiefs will trap us in the biofilter."
Sela's Son nodded. "I look forward to meeting with you. Out." His face vanished.
Pizman hit his commbadge. "Change of plans, Mr. Hayes. I need three stasis chambers in the rear compartment of that personnel shuttle. Also, get Lynbil to escort our guests down to the shuttlebay..."

**SA'TOTH -- BRIDGE**
Sela's Son watched as the shuttle flew from the rear of the Relmaz. Abruptly, the alien ship's rear phasers struck the shuttle, forcing it into evasives.
Sela's Son watched in horror as the Relmaz continued to fire upon the smaller ship, hitting only occasionally.
Suddenly a phaser volley struck the shuttle, and it went dead in space. The Relmaz closed on it, intent on blowing it up.
"Course to intercept!" yelled Sela's Son. "We can't let that ship get our allies!"
Sela's Son's ship blocked Pizman's old ship, and the alien cruiser veered off.
Sela's Son ordered: "Teleport everyone off that shuttle!"
Soon the confirmation came from the transporter room that all four passengers were aboard.
Sela's Son nodded. "Tow in that shuttle, if we can."
Soon the damaged shuttle, and its secret cargo, was aboard....

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They looked and...

...saw...

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Pakled Ship - 8 Billion BCE (Romulus)

"Is that *!!!?" Greb, the Pakled said.

"It is. It is." Reginold said. The Enginner swiped Grebs phaser. This will make us go...

Reunion (same place and time)

Mael looked at the damaged control panel. It overloaded before he got to it, so he wasn't hurt. Although the scraps of red cloth from someones shirt told Mael that someone needed a new shirt. He tried to make sense of what was happening.

Nope. No help there. The tactical consol was destroyed. Although through the view screen, he could see a Plasma Torpedo fly by. Was it aimed at the Reunion.

Sa'Toth (You know where/when)

Sela's Son went to the shuttle bay to personnaly oversee the opening of the shuttle.

Romulus

A peice of Wes' hair had fallen to the ground.

It came to rest in a pile of ooze. Then, lightning struck the ooze.

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Reunion

Laz slept. His hammock prevented him from being roughed up by all that had happened to hte ship. But his dream was strange. In it, something that looked like a slice of pizza was teling him to write. 'Write what? A story? About the Reunion? But I wanna start my own!'

Some cargo containers began to move.

**SA'TOTH--YOU KNOW THE DRILL**

Pizman and his three crew members entered the shuttlebay while Sela's Son continued to struggle with the shuttlecraft. "Sorry," Pizman said apologetically. "I forgot that I'd locked it with an access code so the cargo wouldn't be disturbed by the rest of the crew. I do have the access code. It'll take a minute, so step back..."
Pizman tapped a code, one which opened the vessels inside...

**IN A DARK, CONFINED SPACE**

Wes awoke abruptly. He rose to his feet to find the Borg Queen and Lwaxana also rising to their feet. He quickly took Lwaxy and hid her near the cockpit of the shuttle.
The Borg Queen stood, then saw the rear airlock to the shuttle opening...

**SA'TOTH--SHUTTLEBAY**

The door slowly opened to reveal...
"The Borg Queen," Sela's Son gasped.
Pizman smiled, half to himself, and half to Sela's Son. "You see? I told you I had evidence!"
Sela's Son nodded. "Indeed. Now what we need to do is..."
"No." A new voice came from inside the shuttle. "You are going to explain what your plans are."
It was Wes, holding a phaser on Sela's Son. Lwaxy was beside him.
Swiftly, Pizman grabbed Sela's Son. Solek and Lynbil drew their phasers. Garmin simply stood out of the way.
Sela's Son rasped, "I'll tell you nothing."
Pizman nodded. "Lwaxy?"
Lwaxy, resigned, nodded.
Sela's Son, at first, did nothing. But then he started to shake. "No...no, stop! No!" And he collapsed to the floor.
Garmin rushed to his side.
A door opened near the back, and the Romulan subcommander entered. The first thing he saw was his unconscious commander. Then he noticed the rest of the people.
But Pizman had been prepared for the situation; he now held Lwaxy in a "hostage" position. Lynbil and Solek also had "prisoners", which were Wes and the Borg Queen, respectively.
Garmin was taking readings of Sela's Son. "He's suffering from excess cortical activity. I need to give him a neurotranquilizer to stabilize him."
The Romulan was concerned. "What happened?"
Garmin shook her head. "I don't know, but I need to stabilize him now. He should be all right."
The subcommander nodded. "Revive him, then."
Garmin nodded and took out a hypospray. "This should do it," she said. She pressed the hypo to Sela's Son's neck.
With a hiss of the hypospray, Sela's Son's eyes fluttered open. He looked at his first officer. "Subcommander. Why are you not at your post?"
He replied, "With strangers aboard, I refused to believe that this would be a clear-cut situation."
"Indeed. Your concern is admirable, but unwarranted. Help me and my colleagues escort these prisoners to the brig. Then leave us. I suppose they'll want a word with our...insiders." He laughed ominously.

**SA'TOTH--BRIG**

After the subcommander and guards had left, Sela's Son turned to his "prisoners", now in a pair of holding cells. Wes and Lwaxy were in the same cell; the Borg Queen was in another, more special cell, with no access panels and a constantly remodulating forcefield.
Sela's Son spoke. "Well, I believe you wanted to hear a few things we know about. Here is the information I have so far..."

Reunion - Engine Room

Moogie climbed out of the jefferies tube, and over the defeated borg. She noted many scraps of Red cloth, probably from someone's shirt. Why was it that good looking Hew-mon male, were always loosing their shirts?

She began to organize her group to start repairs. Beginning with salvaging the borg for parts.

Sa'Toth - Brig

As Sela's Son was beginning to speak, the door ot the brig opened.

Runion - Cargo Bay

Lazarus Long woke as the crates holding is hammock in place fell over, thanxs to the latest attack. He got up, dusted himself off, took note of the situation, and rummaged untill he found what he was looking for. An adamantium Katana that was stuffed in amongst the cargo yet to be opened, and Laz had found it. What other wonders were in the cargo?

He left the bay, turning out the lights as he did so.

Silence.

"Hey! Who turned out the lights?"

Mondor - Engine Room

Red cloth not make go.

Weapon make go.

Weapon work. No?

NO!

**SA'TOTH--BRIG**
And the door shut. And opened. And shut again.
Sela's Son walked to the opening and closing door. "Looks like one of Burpo's practical jokes from last week," he said.
Solek checked the door over. "There appears to be three small devices in the shapes of...I believe you would call them "cows"? And one in the shape of a toilet."
"That's Burpo all right. Lemme at it." Sela's Son yanked them loose, and the door shut. He locked the door with his personal security codes. "Computer, if anyone tries to get the door open, play them this message: 'Sorry I can't answer you right now, I'm enjoying the reactions of our prisoners.'" He added an evil chuckle to the end of this and turned back to the prisoners.
"Now, as I was saying, I know a few things I should tell you about. The Borg Queen aboard the Borg cube out there somewhere is a clone of the one inside that cell."
"A clone...of course! That would explain a lot of things I've seen!" All heads turned toward Wes. "The Queen's clone told me that she had assimilated clones of the Reunion crew," he explained. "She told me she was about to proceed to a 'stage three' when Lwaxy pulled me to the past. I'm beginning to suspect it had something to do me."
Sela's Son interrupted, "There's something else important I need to tell you...."

**RELMAZ**
The ship suddenly shook as the Pakleds opened fire. "Evasive maneuvers!" called out Pizval. "Waldar, return fire!"
A blast struck the nearest ship a glancing blow.
"Sir!" yelled Mendock from Ops. "I am detecting several Carjan life signs from the lead ship!"
So the Pakleds DID hold some of their crew prisoner. "Any other ships with prisoners?"
"No sir, just the one."
"Target the other ships first then."
Mendock turned to his console again.
"Sir!" yelled Waldar. "The Borg are moving in!"
"Oh great...."

**REUNION--ENGINEERING**
Maelwys suddenly heard a thump on the door behind him.
He spun to see that the door was severely dented.
Another thump, and the door was even more dented.
Kahlim and Tskej already had their disruptors out. The other four ensigns took up various positions in Engineering, shielding the other crew.
The doors opened to reveal the gray face of an assimilated Krajensky.
Several Borg were gathered behind him.
Kahlim bellowed, "It IS a good day to die!"

Bridge.

Koras was thrown to the ground, and someone else on the bridge picked him up. he said to koras:"haven't seen you before." koras answered. "no? I thought I was here for quitte some time now, but I can be wrong. might have been the fall. I'll let myself get checked in sikbay later."

Reunion - Cargo Bay

*CRASH*

"Dang Nab It! I'm gonna kill who ever turned out the lights on me! Lazarus! Was it you?"

Silence.

"Computer! Lights on!"

The lights came on revealling a very angry...

Reunion - Bridge

The Green Knight saw that someone was beginning to repair the systems in engineering. That was good. He tapped his combadge and tried to get in contact with engineering.

"This is tGK to the engine room. What's going on down there? Who's in charge?"

And somrthing moved.

Reunion - Engine Room

"This is Moogie:). We are currently fixing the ship. But we have some technical difficulties, and red paint got spilled all over the safety suits. You know what that means."

And Something moved.

Reunion - Bridge

tGK wanted to cry.

Reunion - Hallways

It was dark, but that really didn't affect Laz. He calmly walked to the nearest Jefferies tube and started to climb. The bridge was.... thattaway.

Mondor - Engine Room

Reginold was troubled. Weapon not work! We no Go!

Sa'Toth - Brig

"After their failed attempt to take over the Federation, the Bluegills discovered time travel. Knowing the Federation's ability to counter any temporal move they make, the bluegills decided on the next best target. The Romulans. And the Borg. Unfortuneately, they did not forsee both civilizations having time travel technology. Things have gone downhill from there. On behalf of all sentiency... WE NEED YOUR HELP!!!"

Sela's Son wanted to cry.

**REUNION--ENGINEERING**

"Gee whiz, maybe we should have mentioned that we're under attack by Borg?" Maelwys asked.
"No, with the holograms in control of the bridge it's not exactly a good idea..."
Just then, Tskej yelped, "They've adapted!" The Federation crew started firing their own phasers, which had not yet been discharged. Kahlim took out a couple with his bat'leth.
Soon only the assimilated Krajensky was standing. Maelwys took aim and fired. The phaser fire ricocheted off a forcefield. The drone continued to advance.
There seemed no escape for Maelwys when suddenly some blue paint splashed over all the crew's uniforms. They were now generally safe from being killed, but Maelwys was still cornered when...
A phaser strike caught the drone from in front.
The drone fell to the ground, then vanished.
Maelwys looked behind him and was surprised to see a fully human Krajensky, in civilian clothes.
"Krajensky? How did you..."
"Hey, I'm not exactly the same Krajensky you know. That drone was after me, not you. And I bet you know why..."
Maelwys suddenly had it. "You're a clone, aren't you."
"Yep. They'll be back for me soon...."

**SA'TOTH--BRIG**

Beep. "Captain, report to the bridge."
Sela's Son turned to his prisoners. "Well, I'm sure you know what to do now. I'll see you three later. Come on, Pizman." Pizman and his crewmates were led out.
As soon as Sela's Son, Pizman, and the other three had left, Wes began to concentrate. He thought about where he wanted to be...

**SA'TOTH--BRIDGE**

"Captain on the Bridge! Honk honk!"
"At ease, Burpo Junior. Subcommander, status?"
"The Relmaz is under heavy attack by Borg and Pakled forces. The Reunion has several Borg in their corridors."
Sela's Son nodded. "Neutral ships, but potentially useful. The Relmaz seems to be in more trouble now. Course to intercept?"
"Engaging impulse drive, sir, we'll be there in 30 seconds."
"Sir!" called Belcho from another station. "Two of the prisoners have vanished from their cells!"
"Which two?" asked Pizman and Sela's Son at the same time.
"Ah...sirs, it's the Betazoid and the human. The Borg is still in her cell."
So everything's going to plan, thought Pizman.
"Do a deck-by-deck scan, and dispatch Security to all sensor-blind areas. Immediately," ordered Sela's Son.
"Yes sir."
But Sela's Son and Pizman both knew the two prisoners weren't on the ship...

"The Borg?"

Reunion - Cargo Bay

A very angry person stepped out of the shadows in the cargo bay. "Lazarus you really should leave the lights on." This person looked around. "Oh. Laz isn't here. Where did he go? Never mind him. I've got work to do."

Reunion - Bridge

"What do you mean 'The Borg'!"

"Just what I said, according to the internal sensors, there are borg drones all over. But they appear to be assimilated clones of the crew, not the originals."

"BORG! Run for your lives!"

Of course, there was no where left to run.

Reunion - Engine Room

"BORG! Run for your lives!"

Of course, there was no where left to run.

Kranjenski turned around. "These ones are deactivated. Permanently."

Reunion - Jefferies tube 71/4p

Lazarus pulled himself up into deck 3, and wiped hte sweat from his eyebrows. It sure was hot in here. maybe he shouldn't be wearing black. Of course, the environmental controls were all out of whack. It was to hot and humid. He shifted the katana to a less chafing position, and continnued. Only 3 decks to go.

Somewhere - Waiting

Wes looked at LT. "He should be here any moment."

Sa'Toth - Brig

The Queen waited the coming of the gurad. They will service the collective well...

**SOMEWHERE--WAITING**

"There he is." Wes pointed at an approaching figure.
"Who's that?" This was all very new to Lwaxana.
"The Traveller." The figure was coming closer. "That means I'm close to my destination...."
Abruptly, they were exactly where Wes wanted to be.
The Borg Ship of the Borg King.
Wes moved to deactivate RoToRa, whom he had just appeared behind. He was able to do so before RoToRa recognized him as a threat.
Lwaxana managed to soothe Livingston of Pakled of Borg of fish into thinking they were not a threat, so the Borg would never find them, unless the Borg Queen acted. And their Borg Queen was in her cell on the Sa'Toth (Sela's Son's vessel's true name).
All they had to wait for was their beam-out....

**RELMAZ**

"Commander Pizval, the Sa'Toth is moving in, and its two other warbirds as well."
"Thank you, Mendock. Good to see Pizman's scheme going as planned. I hope we aren't making a big mistake...."

**REUNION--BRIDGE**

A turbolift door opened to reveal assimilated clones of the Reunion crew.
The Green Knight, Data's Son, and Sir Gawain rushed to battle the invaders. RikerT meanwhile kept things running on the bridge.
The Goddess of Empathy just sat back and sighed.

**SA'TOTH, 10 MINUTES LATER**

"Nice move Burpo Jr., scratch two Cubes." The clown's maneuver had just caused two of the Borg Cubes to clumsily collide. There was nothing of the two ships left for the Borg to reabsorb. The remaining ships in the immediate area of space were the three warbirds commanded by Sela's Son, the Reunion, the Relmaz, the lead Cube, and three Pakled ships (including the lead ship).
Suddenly the subcommander looked up in shock. "Sir! Our shields are fluctuating for some unknown reason...."
And the four Relmaz crew members vanished from the bridge in a sparkle of light.
"They were picked up by the Relmaz, sir." Belcho winked at Sela's Son.
Sela's Son smiled and winked back. Then, "Scan the brig! What of the remaining prisoner?"
"She was transported as well--to the lead cube. I also detected some transporter activity between the cube and the Relmaz...."

**RELMAZ--TRANSPORTER ROOM**

"Good to see you again Obemil. I see we have what we came for." Pizman stepped off the pad. The others followed, Wes dragging along a deactivated Borg drone and Lwaxy carrying a fishbowl. "What about the others?"
"Relocated to pad 2, sir."
"Bridge to Pizman. Glad to have you back, sir."
"Thank you Pizval. I have a feeling we're almost done with this mission."
"I certainly hope so. This one's exhausted everyone involved."
Just then, the ship shook. "What?"
"Sir, I think you'd better get up here. The Borg ship's firing on us."
"Oh great...."

"SIR! A fleet of unusual ships are decloaking...."

*External* A Fleet of shis looking like big heavy slow things decloak, Romulan markings are observed.

"3... no 9 ships... Battleship class... they're taking escort position around Sa'toth. Not normal Rommie config... too blocky... oh... one ships looks like it had a big battering ram and is designed to ram stuff...even Borg..."

Reunion - Corridor

Laz was stuck. Some technician had left something heavy on top of the acess to deck 2.

Elsewhere - Somewhere

Wes looked at the Traveller. The traveller looked at LT. LT looked at Wes.

Sa'Toth - Bridge

"Destroy the Borg!"

Mondor - Engine Room

It worked! Reginold said aloud "We go!"

"WE GO!"

**RELMAZ--BRIDGE**

The turbolift doors opened to reveal Pizman and Solek, somewhat weary but still alert.
"Captain on the bridge!" called Pizval. The bridge crew stood at attention.
"At ease. Status?" ordered Pizman.
Pizval rose from the command chair to go to his usual spot at navigation. Pizman took the chair.
"We've got help, sir. A bunch of Romulan warbirds just emerged from warp. One is an unusual design, and it looks almost like a battering ram." Mendock's report was reliable as always.
Solek commented, "They are engaging the Borg ship. It has taken considerable damage."
Mendock turned to Pizman. "Transporter rooms report all captured personnel beamed from the lead Pakled vessel. We are once again fully staffed."
"Sir. A temporal vortex has opened." Solek reported. The Borg ship and the battering ram vessel vanished inside it.
And it closed.
"Where did they go?" Pizman asked.
"The future, sir--our time."
"The future...we gotta get back there now!"
Gomez turned from the engineering station. "Unfortunately, it'll take some time to recreate the conditions which brought us here."
"Get on it. You have 10 minutes."
Just then, the turbolift doors opened to reveal a slightly scarred Velgan, just having been released from sickbay. She took over for Waldar at tactical.
Pizman smiled. "Good to have you back, Velgan, we have some Pakleds to mop up. And in 10 minutes, we'll be in battle again, against the Borg...."

**MEANWHILE...REUNION BRIDGE**

The Borg had not attacked the bridge since 8 minutes ago, thanks to the quick work of the two knights, Data's Son, and Koras, who had inexplicably appeared on the bridge. But they knew the Borg would probably be back, and so kept watch on all the access points.
Just then, one of the turbolift doors opened.
The Green Knight charged through the doors to attack the enemy.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
A short silence...
"What happened?"
"Where is he?"
"He fell down!"
"Fell down?"
"Who?"
"The Green Knight!"
"Fell down where?"
"The turbolift..."
The temporary bridge crew of the U.S.S. Reunion gathered in front of the turbolift door to see it for themselves. Well, everyone knew that this Warbird still needed some things to be fixed, but the turbolift was usually working.
"Green Knight?" The Goddess's voice was more amused than really worried. The Green Knight had been in worse situaitons without hurting himself. "Are you all right?"
"Data's Son!" The loud voice from down there showed that he was. After all, the lift was stuck directly under the bridge. So the Green Knight only fell about 3 meters. He really had been in worse situations...
"Sir?" Data's Son appeared in the still open door, looking down. "Are you..."
"Yes, yes... I am alright." The Knight was already climbing up, almost as amused as the Goddess of Empathy herself. "Didn't you tell me the lift was working?"
"I said it seemed to be working, sir... that's a slight difference!" The holo-android looked at the Knight, certainly asking himself why humans were so imprecise most of the time.
"Oh, well, fine..." The Green Knight stared down and shook his head. "See to it, Data's Son. I do not plan to jump down here again."
Data's Son looked down at the small chasm. "Sir, there seems to be someone else down in the lift shaft."
"What?" The Green Knight hadn't noticed anyone down there.
"Hey you up there! Could you give me a hand? And don't land on me next time! That hurt."
Everyone wondered who the man in black could possibly be....

Reunion - Turboshaft

Laz hurt.

He had quickly abandoned his idea of using the jefferies tubes to get to the bridge. It was blocked off, and he couldn't force or think his way through it.

So, he went for plan B.

He backed down to the level 2 cross shaft, and followed the directions to the turboshaft. He opened the door at the end of the tunnel, and was confronted with another door. He opened that one, and crawled into the turbolift. He stoped for a moment, then turned, and replaced the two open doors. Laz saw by the emergency lighting that the emergency escape hatch was not blocked. He lifted himself to the ceiling, holding on with on hand, and bracing his feet, while operating the manual control.

With a hiss, the hatch floped downward, hitting Laz in the face. Startled, he droped to the floor, landing on the katana, which bruised him. Silently he cursed his own ineptitude, and rubbed his nose and back. Both bruised, nothing serious. He looked up through the turboshaft. The door to the bridge was open, and he heard voices talking excitedly.

He jumped, and pulled himself up into the turnbo shaft. He quickly bent down, and closed the hatch. And when he looked up, a dark shape was falling on him.

Relmz - Corridor

"What are we doing?"

"Waiting."

"Why?"

"Because something must happen first. And last."

"First? And Last? Sorry, Temporal Mechanics isn't my specialty."

"Don't worry. All will soon become apparent."

"Apparent? I hope so. For your sake."

Reunion - Turboshaft

Laz groaned, and repeated his demand. "Could you please help me up? I appear to be stuck? And, for a hologram, tGK, you sure to weigh a lot."

tGK climed back down, and after some contortioning, managed to get Laz unstuck. Laz rubbed his sore back. This would need the attention of a chriopractor after all this was done. He followed tGK up the ladder, and into the bridge.

"So, anything unusuall today?", he asked with a smile on his face.

Reunion - Corridor

A shower of sparks fell from a recently exploded companel.

**RELMAZ--CORRIDOR**
"The something must happen now." The Traveller spoke to them both. He turned to Lwaxana. "You must help make it happen."

**RELMAZ--BRIDGE**
"Sir, a temporal vortex is forming." Solek's report came five minutes earlier than expected.
Pizman smiled. "Pizman to Engineering. Well done, Mr. Hayes."
But the reply was not what he expected. "Sir, what do you mean? We need another five minutes to get everything ready!"
Pizman looked shocked. "But how--"
Mendock suddenly broke in with "Sir, there are temporal vortices forming all over this area of space! They're drawing us and all the other ships in!"
Pizman called out, "Hold on, everyone! This is going to be a bumpy ride..."

**REUNION--BRIDGE**
Lazarus Long called out, "Hold on, everyone! This is going to be a bumpy ride..."

**REUNION--ENGINEERING**
Maelwys called out, "Hold on, everyone! This is going to be a bumpy ride..."

**SA'TOTH**
Sela's Son called out, "Hold on, everyone! This is going to be a bumpy ride..."

**MONDOR**
Grebnedlog called out, "Hold tight. We go rough. Ride get bumpy."

**SPACE NEAR ROMULUS--8 BILLION YEARS AGO**
And all the strange ships vanished in many small cyclones. The cyclones caused such a disturbance on the planet below that all the life-forms, save one, were unexpectedly relocated to another world.
The remaining life-form was not truly a life-form in and of itself, but from it spawned many small creatures. Eventually, the small lock of hair would be the basis of all life on this world, before some outcasts from far away would make this world their own...

**BORG CUBE--PRESENT DAY**
A ship has followed us. Resistance was not futile for them.
The two Queens were still grappling with each other when they heard this. They turned to see a ship charging down at them.
The true Queen thought four-dimensionally and was able to escape with some of her drones. The clone could only watch in horror as the ship rammed them...

**NEAR UNIMATRIX ROMULUS--PRESENT DAY**
The Borg cube broke like glass under the battering ram's force. The ramming ship was badly dented after its action, but it sped away at maximum speed.
Large fragments of the Borg vessel peppered the unimatrix in key areas. Soon the unimatrix itself was nothing more than a big fireball in space, with small fragments of it speeding away into the void.
The ramming ship raced toward its final destination.

**SPACE--THE FINAL FRONTIER**
The Pakled ships all appeared in the same spot.
"Where other ships go?" asked Danderdag.
The AltRenegades still aboard the ships had no idea.
Still, the Pakleds had the *!!!. And that would make them go for a long time.

**NEAR KEDANYA**
The temporary crew of the ap Beddan was surprised to see the Reunion suddenly emerge from a temporal vortex, along with a host of other warbirds and an alien cruiser.
The ship was hailed. "On screen," said the acting commander, Ensign Regis.
The screen flicked on to reveal a man dressed in black. One that looked...familiar.
"This is Lazarus Long, temporary commander of the USS Reunion. Request permission to dock with Kedanya station. And I believe the Relmaz also would wish to dock."
"Permission granted. Welcome home, Reunion."

**KEDANYA--TWO WEEKS LATER**
It was a time of celebration for Kedanya. The last two weeks had been frantic, as several things were happening at once. Bashir had done some surgery to remove the Bluegill parasites from the crew of the Relmaz, as well as Sela's Son.
That done, Bashir and Garmin had gone to work on the rest of the crew of Sela's Son's warbirds. Some of that crew had had to be sent to other facilities because of its difficult and time-consuming process.
When Bashir and Garmin had a break, they had went to work removing the implants on RoToRa. RikerT had proven to be well-suited for the task of removing the implants from livingston.
Now, the worst of it was over. Most of the Romulan crew had recovered, and there was much cause for celebration. The Bluegills been defeated for the second time in Starfleet history, and the Reunion's Number One and pet fish had been rescued.
But there were other things. Many of Pizman's crew had been trapped on the Mondor after the adventure before, and Obemil's quick work with the transporter had beamed those crew back. Along with Pizman's crew were a very alive and healthy Geezer Kes and NAP Hirogen, who had also been captured by the Pakleds. They explained that they had been cloned, but they never knew why.
A big party was thrown on behalf of the Reunion, the Relmaz, the Sa'Toth, and all of Sela's Son's other ships.

**USS REUNION--CAPTAIN'S QUARTERS--THE NEXT DAY**
Wesley Crusher went with Pizman and Sela's Son to celebrate in private.
He opened his liquor cabinet to find someone had taken his private stock to last night's party.

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**THE END**