The Triplet

The report that was transmitted to me on this particular day seemed to have that certain odd quality I talk about. According to the report, a rather large number of smaller ships seemed to disappear in a pretty much unsettled sector of space. It was obvious something had to be done, but like always with these reports you never know WHAT to do. I started by plotting an intercept course to the area in question.

Upon arrival, the area seemed very quiet indeed. After a while I did however make contact with a vessel. Scans seemed to indicate that it was of WFG origin. I decided to make contact. In retrospect, remaining cloaked was very wise. The WFG vessel of course was quite harmless, as I seem to have a pretty good relationship with them. No, the danger was in his reason to sit around in space at these particular coordinates. The commander of the vessel too had recieved a disturbing report. He had set course here to investigate, just like I had. He had however found the source of the disturbance, and promptly showed me.

The borg cube, as the problem turned out to be, was sitting around in space doing nothing much except waiting for unsuspecting travelers. It was only a few AUs away and I thanked my lucky star for remaining cloaked. The WFG vessel was not only low on ammo, but in fact had pressing matters to attend to elsewhere. And so, before long I found that I had taken over the role of the WFG vessel. Guarding the borgs.

I decided to attack. After all, I came here to solve a problem, not act as a baby sitter for it. I at least had a full load of ammo. I decided to use the hit and run tactic. In the beginning it worked well, until a slight misscalculation made it apparent that I was about to take a hit to my starbord side. I raised the shields. Big misstake.

Imagine my surprise when three borg torpedos impact the shield instead of one. The energy banks were suddenly alarmingly low. As I now was almost fully visible, even with the cloak turned on the cube began accelerating for me. Every time it fired, three torpedos impacted my hull. I was quite convinced I had found a new type of borg cube and that I would be very dead in a rather short time. With almost no hull intergrity I finally reach a safe distance. My life had been spared this time. Remaining cloaked I began working the scaners to find out what I was up against. It took me a while but the answer was clear. The borg cube was not equipped with three torpedo launchers. And then suddenly the scanner picked it up...

I could hardly believe what the scanners were showing. I was indeed a normal borg cube. Or rather, three normal borg cubes in tight formation. So tight that neither the WFG vessel nor I had been able to pick it up as separate signatures. Naturally I tried to get some backup. However, as we all know, when you really need the backup, it is nowhere to be found. I was forced to deal with it myself. The battle actually turned into five battles each one ending with me having no ammo and very little hull integrity. All except the last battle that is.

Borgs are machines. They do not understand emotions. Not even the most primal ones. Hate. Anger. Revenge. I had all those in large doses. It is not something I like to feel but with Narn blood in the veins, there is only so much that can be done to prevent it. The last resort to reach a calm state of mind, was death. Theirs or mine.

Thinking back on the events that day I am glad it turned out the way it did. The odds were stacked against me. Only my anger made me attack after finding out that there were three cubes. Only hate and the thirst for revenge made me come back for more. How I survived is a mystery that not even I understand. There is probably a big piece of cosmic wisdom to learn from this story, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what it is.