February 1997
Somehow I doubt anybody will want the characters....
She was heartsick. Her soul had been knocked out of her when she had watched the ship blow-up. Her love, newly found and now newly lost.
Reluctantly she moved away, others needed her, more than her love. She thought back to their first meeting.
They should have been enemies--they always would be enemies, but there had been something there. Something special, something she would never forget.
Slowly the ship's speed accelerated, leaving her love further behind--gone forever.
Who's to say why she had fallen in love with the Borg ship, or why their ship had fallen for her. But they had. Two ships meeting in the night, she had culture, the complete Federation database at her disposal. The other ship was rugged, self sufficient--in a bizarre sort of way. They had spent their first encounter discussing bio-gel-packs, the various organic life forms that inhabited them, then what kind of life they both had lead.
In the end her duty had called and she had to destroy him--or risk being destroyed herself.
The end....