"We don’t lie all the time-  alright so a lot of the time.  But that’s beside the point.  Want to tell me what  really happened?”

"Curious. You have just provided testament to my hypothesis. Nevertheless, at your profound insistence, I shall force myself to comply with your query. The truth: I am from your 24th Century. I serve board the Federation Starship Voyager-  stranded in the Delta Quadrant;approximately 30,000 Light Years from Earth. At Oh-Four-Hundred hours on stardate 82845965.3 we happened across a temporal anomaly in the fabric of space-time, three kilomteres wide. 

Seven hours from now, Captain James Kirk will discover said anomaly aboard the USS Enteprise, the Enterprise then proceeds to explore the anomaly as dictated by the Federation's exploration mandate, where it will then be caught in a electomagnetic flux field from which it can't escape, after being pulled through the anomaly, into the Delta Quadrant and the future - the entire ship and it's crew will be annihilated by a Borg cube which has been discreetly tracking Voyager for several light years. 

By mimicking the conditions of the anomaly using a shuttlecraft shield, it was decided I would return from the future, take over the Enterprise by any and all means necessary and prevent it's destruction."

Seven pauses for a moment before quirking an eyebrow, "Perhaps my concocted story about an outbreak of Klingon Scurvy is not as ridiculous as your preliminary impression?"

"Nothing of importance. I just desired to state its deliciousness and make a comment that I may perhaps be gaining some weight from eating too many."

"A valid reason. Next time, I would suggest leading with a comment that also states your intentions rather than just simply vocalising the word 'marshmelons' without any appropriate accompanying context.-"

"As for your weight, it is an unfortunate side-effect brought about the the properties of the glucose and partially hydrolysed peptide constituent elements. If you wish to partly resolve your condition I would recommend seeking out 'Vegetarian Marshmelons'- as they lack the peptides which contribute to your condition. Removing the glucose would be a possible solution. however I doubt they would resemble anything like Marshmelons after manufacture, let alone remain in possession of their gustatory index."

what do you mean this isnt word for word

-

Do you know how difficult it is to have a Khan Noonien Singh and a Kal-El muse in your head? Very. I won’t tell you how that goes down every morning.

Kal-El: "No, but this General Zod... even if I surrender, there's no guarantee he'll keep his word. But if there's a chance I can save Earth by turning myself in, shouldn't I take it?"

Khan-El: "Zod, Your crew requires a Kryptonian atmosphere to survive, I do not. I will target your life support systems located behind the aft nacelle. And after every single person aboard your ship suffocates, I will walk over your cold corpses to recover the codex. Now, shall we begin?"

"Marshmelons."

"I am familiar. The traditional Earth delicacy; consisting of a sweet, elastic-substance molded into a cylindrical form. They are often consumed with 'hot chocolate' and or thermally excited over a naked flame. Typically made from glucose, a mixture of oligosaccharides, water and partially hydrolysed peptides extracted from domesticated fauna. Yes. Marshmelons. What of them?"

“Yeah. Like I’m going to believe that.”

"You weren't  going to ever believe the factual sequence of events , so I fed you a more plausible alternative. Don't act so hurt. Humans lie all the time."

"Kirk"

Jim was a little surprised by the curtness in the woman, but he didn’t let it phase him for long. He smiled at her instead, bowing his head kindly in the other captain’s direction. “Captain Janeway… Seven of Nine” he said the other’s name a little hesitantly, the smile remaining on his lips anyway.

"Voyager — interesting name, never heard of it though. And your uniforms.. uh, where exactly am I? I’m in another time… aren’t I?"

"A sound analysis." Seven returns evenly to Jim, before giving a lecture to Captain Janeway, "Although the warp drive is now now disabled, we are still within the gravity well of the star, and therefore potentially prone to receiving more accidental guests. It would be in our best interests for you to return to the bridge. I am more than capable of acting as an envoy to James Kirk."

After practically scooting the Captain out of the door, Seven turns to Jim. "I must apologise for my behavior, this ship would hardly manage function without my consistent input."

"Now, I assume you have queries?"

My character has been kidnapped because they are friends with yours. When found, they’re still alive, but with a three word message carved into their skin for yours. What does the message say and what does your muse do about it?

Seven stares apparently unphased at the markings gouged into Kirk’s arm. Each one a precise laser burn, approximately an inch in depth and three millimeters thick. Three human words. Three terrible words. 

"Resistance is futile." Seven slowly utters as her eyes scan over the blood-encrusted text for a second time.

She offers the young Captain a smile and a hand up. “On the contrary, if executed correctly - I believe resistance can be effective.” 

_____________

Jim was fighting to keep his neutral expression, the words carved into his arm something he didn’t understand — yes, it was a phrase, but it obviously meant something more than he understood. There was weight to those words.

"—Resistance is my middle name" he replied, his uninjured arm reaching for her hand, pulling himself up to his feet with little more than a wince. "I’m a fan of it, full support of it. Those sons of bitches though…" Jim shuttered a little, shaking his head. "It wasn’t… a pleasant experience."

After hoisting Kirk up with a minimal expenditure of effort, Seven taps her Borg implants with a solid clack. "The Borg aren't renowned for their pleasant demeanor, Captain. It is fortunate that you were not assimilated." She pauses for a second, "In simple vernacular: You were lucky. Though, it is evident that their message was an attempt to intimidate us. As they have failed, it is certain that they will try to assimilate us. Normally the Borg only assimilate communities of individuals, but given your importance historically, we can assume they would be willing to make an exception." 

Seven looks him over with a diagnosing glare, "Are you  fit to run? I believe it would be in our best interests to vacate the ship as soon as possible. If you wish to object, I implore that you do so now."

"Kirk"

They’d happened upon the gravity well by accident, intrigued by the unusual readings around the entire system because of it. Spock had convinced Jim to get closer, the taking enough readings to appease the entirety of the science complement on the ship.

Jim, along with Spock and a science team, had taken a shuttle to get a bit closer, gathering more precise data since they had the time. Which seemed like a great idea until the well started to fluctuate. 

"Captain, we’re getting some strange readings from the well — something’s happening. We need to beam the away team off of the shuttle. Now.”

Sulu’s voice was over their intercom, and Jim shared a look with Spock before nodding, getting the team assembled at the back of the shuttle. “Scotty, five to beam up.”

"Yessir, beamin’ up now."

Jim looked to his team, nodding in reassurance; they’d be fine. It was just a bit of a scare. Nothing to worry about.

Of course, that was until Jim materialized in a transporter room that wasn’t his. There were crewmembers he didn’t recognize in uniforms that weren’t right. He just stood there, eyes wide as two women rushed into the room, blue eyes looking to them.

"— well — hi there. Captain Jim Kirk… please tell me this is a Federation ship.”

"We know who you are." The blonde woman with cybernetics retorted firmly in return, but a tad of exasperation in her tone, before then shooting an unimpressed 'I told you so' look to the older woman who apart from accompanying her, looked rather perplexed.  "You are correct." Seven continued, speaking for Janeway as her Captain fish-lipped for a moment. "This is a Federation Vessel."

"Seven of Nine. Astrometrics. My companion is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Voyager."

+ Resistance || V5 || Open

The Universe is at war, and Starfleet is losing…

"So, why should I care if you’re from the past, the future, Vulcan, Terra or wherever - Hell, why should I help you get back home at all?"

"The Universe has gone to hell anyway. Why not just sit back and enjoy the ride? "

"I reject your conclusion. It is both inaccurate and unacceptable." Seven spits venomously at the woman. "The Universe is not at war. Don't be so naive. The Borg have conquered countless galaxies beyond your own. The war you are referring to is  localized within your so-called 'Milky-Way', no further. Hardly the entire Universe. No-one likes a dramatic- cease this exaggeration at once." Seven pauses a moment.

"Now, there are several ways we can proceed. My way. The Hard way. And the wrong way. Which shall it be?"

The Ultimate Space Family - Star Trek Voyager (x)

*cry cry* *sniffile* *cry*