Fanfic: Rhulan vs The Borg

   The halls are dark, lit only by odd lights and electric devices. Like a horde of zombies the cybernetic beings known as the Borg wander about searching for the intruder their sensors detected transporting onboard their massive vessel. The narrow passage ways are flooded with the drones, Rhulan hardly has room to maneuver and not knowing her placement in this space craft doesn’t dare try to use a large spell having to compromise with narrow beam attack.

 

    “Chainsaw Beam!” shouts Rhulan swinging her arm and pointing her index and ring finger at a drone, firing from them a pink and blue beam with a circular blade like edge. It slices into the head of one drone and takes out two behind it.

 

    “More?” says Rhulan aloud as more come around the corner, buzz saws twirling about their hands.

 

  “Chainsaw Beam!” shouts Rhulan unleashing another shot against these walking single file drones. However this beam fits a force field.

 

    Rhulan raises an eyebrow, “adaptive energy field? Interesting.”

 

    “Thunder Cannon!” shouts Rhulan; however this blast is also absorbed.

 

   “Damn,” says Rhulan, “guess you would already be adapted to an electric attack.”

 

     She looks around her, the narrow halls are stuffed with Borg, all heading her way, “Damn,” she thinks, “too many, too tight to maneuver in here and I have no idea what all they can adjust their barriers too. Guess I have no choice but to go all out at once.”

 

   “Resistance is Futile, you will be assimilated. Your technological and biological likeness will be added to our own.” comes a voice from all the drones at once.

 

     “I think not,” says Rhulan with a wicked smile, “adapt to this!”

 

    A purple aura surrounds Rhulan, the very walls, floor, and ceiling dissolve and twist as though distorted in the eyes of an intoxicated god.

 

   One drone comes close and half its body rips apart and corkscrews, leaving the rest to fall to the floor deactivated. More come close and the same happens, they are trying to swarm on her. Her aura expands into a purple sphere around her pushing back and distorting everything in its path, violet sparks shooting from her hands and feet. Her eyes glow violet as though there were no eyeballs and only an inner light.

 

   Rhulan holds her hand out, “Mystic Destroyer!” a massive violet beam distorts and destroys all before it, and nothing hampers its path. From outside the vessel the blast can be seen shooting out from within, a sight that takes a nearby federation ship by surprise as the Borg ship breaks off its tracker beam holding them. Several more such beams fire out from the ship setting off numerous explosions.

 

    “Get us out of here!” shouts the captain of the federation ship, “I don’t know what’s happening in that Borg cube, but I know we don’t want to be anywhere near it!”

 

 

 

    As the Borg ship explodes the last thing the Federation ship sees as it escapes is what appears to be a massive violet phoenix ripping the Borg ship apart from the inside. Its wings ripping through the hull as it flies up and through the ship shredding it like paper. As the explosions cease the glow dies down around Rhulan, her aura shifts from violet to blue. She moves about through the vacuum of space as a silent glow. As she moves through the floating bodies and debris she comes across one Borg in particular, nothing special about it, but its aura stands out to Rhulan.

 

    ******

 

    *Flash*

 

   Suddenly Rhulan finds herself standing on a dirt road with this Borg at her feet.

 

   “Soooo,” says Q lounging on a tree limb, “you came all this way, blew up a whole ship full of defenseless drones, all for this one single solitary insignificant little…inventor of the Borg.”

 

    “That’s who was on the list.” says Rhulan, “so are you some local ascended uber-being come to chastise me or praise me or fight me or some other such bull-shit?”

 

    Q *shrugs*, “no, just wandering who you are, what you are, and why you’d go through all this trouble.”

 

    *snaps fingers*

 

   He appears next to Rhulan looking over the body of the Borg drone that is apparently the ancient drone that was the first drone or perhaps simply the inventor who was assimilated sometime after the Borg went out of control; a history lost in time.

 

   *Snaps fingers*

   The Borg drone is alive again, and restored to the alien it once was.

 

   “I…I’m me again?”

 

   “So,” says Q, “you invented the Borg?”

 

   “Yes,” says the man, “I…all I wanted was unity for my race, no more war, no more hate, only peace and oneness.”

 

   “You know,” says Q to Rhulan, “that is a pretty descent reason can you really…”

 

   “Combust.” says Rhulan coldly, the man bursting into flames, he only has time to scream briefly before his body is reduced to ash.

   “Woah,” says Q, “did not see that coming.”

 

   Rhulan opens a vortex, “I care not for good and evil, right and wrong, or some damned fool’s excuses. His soul was long overdo to go to Hell, and that is all that matters to the uber-being that put him on the hit list.”

 

   “Leaving so soon,” says Q with a mischievous smile, “you fascinate me.”

 

   Rhulan reaches into her robe, the red lining turning black and pulls out a simple looking gun, in fact most would think it looks like a toy or a video game accessory, a white plastic zapper looking thing with a red dorsal design. She aims it at Q.

 

   Q raises his arms in what could be seen as mock and shock surprise, “Now…little lady, where’d you get something like that?”

 

   Rhulan smiles as she backs towards her portal keeping the gun aimed at Q, “If you ever encounter the Dimension Police you’d do well to not play around with them.”

 

   Rhulan backs into and vanishes into the portal.

 

    ******

 

   Q smiles

 

   *snaps fingers*

 

   The Borg drone is restored to its drone form, however the drone doesn’t get back up.

 

   He snaps his fingers again and again.

 

   A red light cracks beneath the drone and black chains rise up rattling as though warning Q to stay back. They wrap around the drone and drag it into the pit; the red crack vanishes as quickly as it came.

 

    He thinks to himself, “Well now I want to know more about her even more, a sorceress who hunted down the inventor of the Borg and apparently on behalf of some transuniversal force…fascinating.”