The one about the Borg baby the writers forgot. Now Captain Janeway is abandoning protocol, rank, and every last ounce of patience. This isn't a mission. It's a reckoning. Featuring: snacks, rogue tactical parenting, emotionally unstable neural interfaces, Borg cubes full of secrets, grief as a weapon, and that one time Janeway screamed "That little girl belongs to me" and meant it. I need more coffee.
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