Star Trek: Voyager - 028 - Endgame by Diane Carey & Christie Golden & Kenneth Biller & Robert Doherty & Rick Berman & Brannon Braga

Author:Diane Carey & Christie Golden & Kenneth Biller & Robert Doherty & Rick Berman & Brannon Braga [Carey, Diane & Golden, Christie & Biller, Kenneth & Doherty, Robert & Berman, Rick & Braga, Brannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Science Fiction, Media Tie-In, Space Opera, Adventure, Interplanetary Voyages, Star Trek Fiction, Space Ships, Space Flight, Janeway; Kathryn (Fictitious Character)
ISBN: 9780743442169
Google: DLGP8LqFAgkC
Amazon: 0743442164
Publisher: Star Trek
Published: 2001-01-02T08:00:00+00:00

"Well... let's do some research."

His finger coiled under her chin, tipping her face toward his. Her eyes were feathered creatures enchanted by the mystery of the moment's sudden silence. Beneath them the console murmured a little music of its own.

His lips never touched hers, though he tasted her breath and felt the warmth of her skin. She drew back at the last moment, just an inch. Despite the hesitation, Chakotay felt she wanted more, just as he did.

She reached up and slipped her hand over his, then drew his

hand away from her face, though she didn't move back or release her grip or its promise.

"Tonight," she said. "We will skip ahead."

VESSEL IDENTIFIED u.s.s. VOYAGER. COLLECTIVE MEMORY

CONFIRMED.

JANEWAY, COMMAND

CHAKOTAY, EXECUTIVE

SEVEN OF NINE, BORG DISENGAGED PRIORITY REESTABLISH.

Analysis accepted,

She enjoyed her body, her muscles. She enjoyed her mind and sense of independent thought. These privileges she kept to herself. She was the only one of her kind. She kept ambition to herself.

Around her the comforting maze of blocky mechanical constructions, shafts, scaffolds, utility cubes, tubes, maturation chambers, alcoves, regeneration units, and the other billions of individual components making up the hive concept, duplicated in every Borg cube everywhere, gave her strength of purpose.

WE WILL PURSUE AND ASSIMILATE. STIMULATE CENTRAL

PLEXUS

"No."

A million voices sounded in her head. Monotone, mechanical, purposeful. She was serene.

"They haven't compromised our security. Let the vessel continue. I'll keep an eye on them."

COMPLYING. MONITOR U.S.S. VOYAGER PROGRESS, JANEWAY COMMANDING

In her enormous and far-reaching mind, she tasted the body of Voyager soaring through space. Electrical impulses. Molded metal and fibrous cables. Complex matrices. She smelled the hull shapes.

This was her exclusive breakfast. She was the lone apprecia-tor. Not a drone, not an assimilant, not a fragment. The isolated and spectacular potentate of a billion-celled body, she was the center of the central plexus, the queen.

The Borg Queen.