Spock's daughter

3

The pain in my left leg was unbearable. It was like a stabbing pain and like burning fire. I didn't know where I was laying currently, so I tried to open my eyes. I was laying on the floor, but not the floor in the Jefferies tube anymore, where I hid myself when Commander Chakotay ordered me to. There were green lights and I could see dead corpses lying around. Dead Borg corpses.

"Oh my god", I whined, "Where am I? And why am I here?"

I heard footsteps coming nearer. I was so afraid that I closed my eyes again and played like I was dead. The footsteps were coming nearer and nearer. I did my best to not breath and my heart beat faster. Suddenly the footsteps stopped and I could hear some beeping, I assumed someone must be scanning me. And then a pair of hands touched my arms. My heart stopped beating for a moment till I heard a to me known voice.

"Lil? Lil! Wake up!"

I opened my eyes when I heard Seven's voice. She looked relieved when she saw me awake.

"Seven?"

"Are you alright? You're bleeding. Does it hurt?"

I looked at my leg and saw the pantyhose ripped over the big and deep cut.

"Well, my head is throbbing, but it isn't as worse, like what pain I feel in my leg."

"And your waist?"

I was confused.

"My waist?"

'Why would my waist hurt?'

Seven laid a hand on my waist, I hissed and looked down. And when she raised it, it was covered in blood.

""Proceed to grid six three, sub-junction zero one."

I jumped when I heard a strange voice say that.

"Come on Lil."

Seven grabbed my arms and slowly helped me up. It was painful, but I managed to not show that it hurt. We walked through the different corridors till we walked around a corner into a room that looked strange. Well, everything in this cube looked strange to me.

"Seven, what is this room?"

"It's called Maturation area or chamber."

She walked up to a little body in one of these maturation chambers and I followed. Of course not without hissing in pain when I walked, I clutched my bleeding waist and tried to stop it with pressure. We both looked at the moving fetus, it had some implants over its body. Then I saw a reflection in the glass. I turned around and saw a young girl and four boys, both teen and pre-teen, two of the boys were around my age. I tapped Seven's shoulder. She turned around too, and saw the teens.

"State your designation", we heard a voice say, but nobody moved their lips.

"Seven of Nine. These drones have not fully matured. Where are the others?"

"There are no others. The drones aboard this vessel were..."

The eldest boy stepped forward.

"Deactivated. We are the Borg. ... Seven of Nine. A Borg designation."