Mission 12: "When It Rains..."

[Morgan Freeman]

"What I am doing is just having the computer break down all the components of your vessels fuel to see what we can come up with."  Morgan said checking the status of the computers progress.

[T'lana]

"Well done Mr. Sarpedon."

=A="All hands, dismissed."=A=

[Chaya Sar]

~"Thank you."~

[Chaya Sar]

Chaya noticed the confused looks on the aliens around her and gathered that they may not speak Galactic Basic. That in itself was not unheard of, but the ones that looked like her should of understood her, that was what sent up the proverbial red flag.

It was times like this Chaya Sar wished she took a long a Protocol Droid on her travels, but she just couldn't see herself giving up her Viper Class Starfighter.

"Do VOT VACWASTA me at TAM?"

[T'lana]

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[T'lana]

T'lana looked up at the image of the Rivendell's AI from the PADD she was working on.

"Thank You Orpheus, have the Captains of those vessels beam aboard as soon as they arrive."

[Chaya Sar]

Chaya Sar looked at Taurik with her head slightly cocked to the side in a quizzical manor and asked.

"Na'Jigat? Energy Beings? It sounds like a worthy cause, but in my galaxy we have no Energy Beings that we need to fight or anything like that. Every sapient becomes one with the force when the physical form ceases to function and their essence lives on in the force. Is that what you mean?"

Chaya Sar continued. "Anyway, I will assist you if that is what you desire and of course if I am welcome aboard your vessel?"

[Voyager]

(OOC:  They might have a problem with busting out "Voyager-style"...I would think transphasic torpedoes were confiscated by some temporal department, probably based in the future, to prevent further disruption the timeline.  Even if they didn't, transphasic torpedoes don't seem to be in common use from what I can tell and, as far as I know, they were the most effective weapon against the Borg so far, though I think quantum torpedoes are a close second.  Unless you want to take out some kind of weapon that is in between transphasic and quantum torpedoes, you just might be out of luck.  Well, you might be able to do that thing where the ship breaks up into three smaller ones, since this is a Prometheus-class vessel, it might give you an edge, though I don't know how much room you will have to move around.)

[Odona Covell]

<Heraani Space Station - Hera System>

~It is I who have failed you master, by not staying with you.  The blue Harvest has been secured inside some sort of docking bay.  We are aboard some sort of station, I have attempted escape once but to no avail.  They have taken my weapon, I am sorry my master.~

[Taurik]

(OFF: Oh yeah... oops.)

Taurik paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrow. "Yes, that is true. It appears I need to meditate more often."

Taurik, wishing to change the subject quickly, stood up. "I have some questions for you, Miss Sar. As you are from a completely separate galaxy, we know very little about you. I, personally, am quite intrigued by your inherent abilities. Would you be willing to explain them a bit further?"

[THE BORG COLLECTIVE]

"Optimism is irrelevant, Three of Twelve, we are quite safe."

"DETACHING ROYAL TRANSPORT FROM THE UNICOMPLEX."

Sounds of disconnecting umbilicals, could be heard through the Central Plexus which was aboard what many of come to know as a Borg Diamond, in reality it was the Queen's own personal transport. The Gravimetric Engines could be heard powering up, as the Queen's Transport was no longer connected to the UNICOMPLEX.

"I am not really interested in Chaya Sar anymore, I have changed my mind."

[Morgan Freeman]

"Yes sir, it may take a minute as the computer system is different."   Morgan stepped towards the fighter and climbed up inside of the cockpit and started the interface process.  After a few moments of trial and error the interface activated and the transfer started.  "Transfer will be complete in 35 minutes, I had to slow the interface down for the translator."

[Taurik]

"Open a channel," Taurik ordered as soon as they left the turbolift. "Channel open, sir," came the operations officer's response.

"Borg vessel, release your tractor beam immediately," Taurik stated over the comm channel, "or we will be forced to open fire."

[Holographic Officer Beta]

"It would be safer if I went on my own, Ma'am. I am the only one here who cannot be assimilated." Beta said, as he left the Bridge for the Transporter room. He was determined to prove himself after his failure earlier, even though his programming knew that there was nothing he could have done to stop the Borg transporters.

Beta stepped into the transporter room, and handed the pad to the Chief. "Energise immediately after shields have been dropped, Petty Officer."

Transporter Chief: "Aye Sir!"

[Chaya Sar]

"I would appreciate that, thank you."

Chaya Sar walked out onto the bridge with Taurik and looked out of the Main Viewer.

Chaya was tired, still feeling the after effects of stasis, but was not willing to take a seat. Chaya took out a Bacta Injector from her robe pocket and injected herself with it. Feeling the effects almost immediately of the cellular regenerative compound, she placed the injector back into her pocket and went to the back of the bridge; sitting down onto the carpeted deck.

Chaya Sar closed her eyes and began to meditate. Images of the force appearing as blue energy with an infinite number of chords, flowed through her minds eye.

As she shifted her perspective in relationship to the universe, a dark mass was visible where the quantum gravitational chords did not go. Looking into that mass and into that darkness, Chaya could sense life at least partial life anyway. She couldn't look at the darkness anymore, so she shifted her perspective again towards the center of this galaxy. This region teamed with life, not biological, but energy. Malevolent and hungry, this energy tried to reach out to her, which made Chaya recoil in her mind and immediately snap out of the meditation.

Chaya couldn't help but be frightened. Never before in all her short life but extensive training, had she ever felt beings such as this. One sentence kept playing over and over in her mind: "We are the Na'Jigat, all shall be consumed..."