Star Trek: Atlas

13: Battle of Jrekk

"Atlas, get us out of here..." Brahms said, as he saw Draconis sling Tri'gon over his shoulders. "All of us. 7 to beam back."

With that, they were whisked back to the Atlas via transporter. "Renolds, help Draconis get Tri'gon to sickbay. We need to get him... unassimilated."

Renolds then rushed with Draconis and Tri'gon to sickbay.

Brahms tapped his combadge. "Brahms to Bridge, status report."

"We still don't have their attention." Shelby said. "We're still on course for their homeworld! The Borg are not slowing down... We've just entered the system's edge... The fleet is still thirty minutes out, so is the Borg's backup."

"Dammit!" Brahms ran to the nearest turbo-lift, Kiska, Keal'Dran, and Felix close behind. They quickly boarded the lift.

"Shelby, you have my permission to use any and every means to get them to stop!" Brahms said.

"Aye, sir." Shelby stood up from her chair. "Target the cube, fire spinal lance. Keep the frequencies random."

The Atlas then let loose with it's spinal lance, leaving great craters in the cube's surface.

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Sickbay...

Draconis watched from the bio-bed he was laying on as Tri'gon's connection with the Borg Collective was cut. He was still pretty badly injured due to the battle. His hand had what the humans called "Third Degree burns" and they both had a concussion. Draconis wasn't much better, and he knew it. He had been given an anti-nanite hypospray that would destroy the borg nanoprobes that Tri'gon had injected into him.

"Will he make it?" Draconis asked, still feeling weakened by the aftereffects of the nanites.

"He should be fine after we get those implants out..." Doctor Tilosi said. "He should make a full recovery..."

It was at that moment Tri'gon's eyes shot wide open! He started heaving in breath after breath.

"Tri'gon!" Draconis sat up.

"Brother..." Tri'gon looked in Draconis' direction, as tears started to flow from his eyes. "...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I tried to fight them off... I tried so hard... I cannot live with this..."

Draconis looked over to Tri'gon, reaching over to him. "It's alright, brother. We will find a way to make this right. We always do..."

Tri'gon reached out for his brother's hand, taking it into his.

Bridge...

Brahms and company got to the bridge just in time!

"Looks like we got their attention!" Shelby exclaimed. "The cube is turning to engage!"

"Battlestations!" Brahms sat down in his chair as everyone got to their consoles. "Hail the Voyager and Enteprise, tell them to get into claw formation, assume attack-pattern Delta-2!"

"Sending orders... They have acknowledged, and are moving into position."

"Ready Photon torpedoes!" Brahms said. "Keal'Dran, How many more Borg ships are on their way?" Brahms asked.

"Six." Keal'Dran reported. "They are ten minutes out."

"The Fleet?" Brahms asked.

"Eight minutes." Keal'Dran said.

"Ah, blast!" Brahms said. "That doesn't leave us a lot of time to plan an attack..."

"Guess we just go in guns blazing then?" Felix said.