"week of hell"

[Anari Erias 0]

Lt(jg) Erias

Science officer

SD 10406.12

 

 

 

It has been a confusing and stressful week. Anari thought. She thought getting that tranceiver data would be a easy task and quick. But it turned out to be other wise.

 

Anari stood looking at her quarters. Everything was not where they were suppose to be, the picture frame, the desk and the closet. She took a seat at her bed and sighed. She looked down at the padd with the needed data, remembering what it took to get it.

 

She remembered the look on Dr. Telano's face, no, the feature of the face was enough. That face, pale and grey, just like the drone's face. He was no doubt being assimilated. She remembered the Drone, the security officers were doing their best to disable it, and eventually knocked it down.

 

She wondered, at that time what was going through the Borg's head as it saw beams of phaser fire hit its Exoarmour or when a security officer tackled it. The Borg had done almost nothing to stop the officers only tried to assimilate Mr. Anderson.

 

John, it almost got him. She thought remembering the assimilation tubes ready to puncture Mr. Anderson's neck. She felt her own neck, afriad that a few stray nanoprobes might be digging into her skin and turning her into one of them.

 

But she was too tired, forgetting things and her head hurt, she placed the padd down and let her self fell into the softness of her bed. She needed rest, albeit only a little, but it would be enough.

 

She fell asleep, forgetting the Borg, the ship, only thought on her healing.