I simply collapse on my bed. I swear that this ship is cursed. First Kes is infected by some alien bodyjumping warlord, then there was the Q civil war(I was covering in my cabin just like every time that sodding eldrish abomination is involved) and then there the giant viruses, Neelix getting involved in drug smuggling and then a vulcan in engineering tried to mind rape B'Elanna.
All this in the time of a couple of months. Groaning I put my pillow over my head. Sometimes I suspect I would be better of stealing a shuttlecraft(which I cant fly) and take my chances instead of staying on this ship of the damned.
At the very least they have actually started to consider my suggestions when I make them before scrapping them. Guess saving the Captain and First Officer did some good.
As I had no way of actually figuring out how they worked on my own I handed the tech I 'borrowed' from Sterling over to the rest of the ship. I clearly forgot I had them in my pockets when Baxter took the timeship, simply slipped my mind.
They are now locked away 'not to contaminate the timestream'. The only piece of tech they use is the Doctors mobile emitter due to that its only useful for him and that not loosing him if sickbay loose power would be a good thing.
I'm just about to fall asleep when the klaxon for Red Alert sound and I feel like throwing something. That's when my combadge start beeping at me and I slap it to answer.
"Tuvok to Hiver. Your services are required for a away mission. Report to transporter room 2."
I just look at it before putting it back on my uniform and getting back onto my feet "Hiver here, On my way."
Transporters again...What the hell are their obsession with those infernal things anyway?
Quickly grabbing my gear I make it over there, a third mechadendrite hovering next to my right one over my right shoulder. This one only share its general shape with the two others, the 'head' lack the fingers and manipulators and instead it contain just about every tool in a starfleet engineers toolbox bar a tricorder. Everything from micro spanners to a laser welding torch.
It cost me two weeks of replicator rations to build and another two weeks to bribe B'Elanna to help me do it.
I soon enter the transporter room only to be met with the sight of B'Elanna, Tuvok and Ensign Ricky gearing up for a away mission. Suddenly I have a sinking feeling...
"Lieutenant Tuvok, What is the mission?" I ask while copying them and arming myself with a phaser and one of those arm mounted flashlights. Not that I need with with my other optical sensors, but backups are god.
"We have located what appear to be a disabled Borg Cube. Our mission is to board the vessel and salvage technology and information." he answer and suddenly that sinking feeling isnt quite big enough anymore.
"So...why am I here?" and B'Elanna grin
"Mainly, we need your paranoia. Besides, another pair of hands or two never hurt." before she step onto the transporter pad.
Oh. Great.
The inside of the Cube is cold, but not yet at freezing. Considering the Borg prefer a warm environment for some reason, it have likely been here for a while. I walk with my eyes closed, the moving lights of the flashlights are kind of distracting and the optical sensors on my mechadendrites are more than enough to navigate by.
As Tuvok try to plug a portable powersource into one of the computing nodes a dead Drone fall out out from behind the powerlines, slamming into the floor, making everyone jump.
We make sure its dead before continuing our work. I assist the best I can, but the entire time I keep one mechadendrite aimed backwards, giving me 360 field of vision.
There is no fucking way I lower my guard in a place like this.
In the end we have several tons of material and several perfectly preserved Borg Drones that are brought on board for autopsy to find out how they died. I completely nixed the idea of bringing even dead Drones on board before they where fitted with manacles that instead of their normal magnetic locks, the locks where welded together.
Once back on Voyager I joined Kes, and B'Elanna in observing the autopsies. Other than a short scare when the Doc happened to reactivate it's emergency powercell, things went smoothly.
Once it was all down Voyager had located Chakotays shuttle and moved to orbit the planet where he located a colony of former Borg drones.
The fools wanted to reactivate the collective link between them and wanted our help to do it. They needed the subspace link generator on the Borg Cube to be reactivated.
My reaction when I heard this was "Oh fuck no. Waaaay to dangerous."
Luckily the Captain had the same idea as me.
Sadly the day we where about to leave after leaving medical technology they hijacked Chakotay's head with the use of the remaining nanites from his treatment and then used him to reactivate the Borg cube.
In the end The Cube self destructed and The Cooperative was born. A secondary much smaller Borg collective.
At the very least I gained full detail scans of Borg Drones during this fuster cluck, but that's just about the only positive thing about it.
At the end of it all I just walk into my room and collapse onto my bed, putting my pillow over my head.
Again.