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"Captain! I'm picking up 10... no, 20... 30... 40 Borg Tactical Cubes!" said the ensign. "Shields up! Charge weapons!" "They're hailing." "On screen." "WE ARE THE BORG. LOWER YOUR SHIELDS AND SURRENDER YOUR SHIP. YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. RESISTANCE..." "Is futile. Yes, yes I know the routine," Calvin said sarcastically "Close channel. Fire all weapons on full! We're going in!" "Ahh," said Kirk as he rolled his eyes. "Attack pattern suicide." FOOM! FFFFT! FFFFFFFFFT! FOOM! Photon torpedoes raced across space. "Shields are down!" yelled the ensign. "Get us out of here! Warp 8!"
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"Captain! I'm picking up 10... no, 20... 30... 40 Borg Tactical Cubes!" said the ensign. "Shields up! Charge weapons!" "They're hailing." "On screen." "WE ARE THE BORG. LOWER YOUR SHIELDS AND SURRENDER YOUR SHIP. YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. RESISTANCE..." "Is futile. Yes, yes I know the routine," Calvin said sarcastically "Close channel. Fire all weapons on full! We're going in!" "Ahh," said Kirk as he rolled his eyes. "Attack pattern suicide." FOOM! FFFFT! FFFFFFFFFT! FOOM! Photon torpedoes raced across space. "Shields are down!" yelled the ensign. "Get us out of here! Warp 8!" The Rio Grande zoomed off. And one last photon missile hit their port nacelle. They dropped out of warp about 12 light years from the neutral zone. "If we can't go to warp we'll find another way," said Calvin. "Maximum impulse!" "That last hit damaged everything aft of the bridge," said the ensign. "I don't think we're going anywhere."