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"Enough." The Borg Queen emerges from the shadows, her organic upper torso and head suspended from the ceiling by tendrils. "You have proved your point." Her organic parts are connected with the rest of her body.

the tank retreats returning to the forest and shutting down while it couldn't talk some force controlled the tank

Eric eyes just widen in shock seeing this trying his best not to geek out " Holy- I was hoping to never bump into a borg " Yeah this monster hunter grew up with star trek and was hoping to never bump into the borg

The Queen smiles, and turns to the assembled drones. "Begin building a command centre."

it just floated above the bar point defense guns warming up but not firing

Several drones materialize onboard the Infinity. "We will add your technological distinctiveness to our own."

they were destroyed by onboard defenses and shot back into the ground as an example

" Excuse ma'am, but um quick question how do plan to build a command center out of a bar? " Eric said to the borg queen with a sheepish smile on his face " If you need any spare technology I have this old laptop in my car. I was apost to drop it off at the junk yard "

"I have my ways." The Borg Queen answers, gesturing to the drones that were building data terminals and setting up regeneration alcoves along the walls. "Perhaps you would like to experience it yourself. I am seeking one who will be a counterpart to myself. A queen needs a king, after all."

" Yeah no thanks, I have a job and a family bussines keep a hold. I don't have time for romance these days" Eric said in a serious tone with a soft smile on his face " trust me it ain't easy chasing after vampires, wearwolfs, and other kinds of monsters. I'm just great fully I get paid good for it. "

heh wha? i didn't blow anything up i think..yep shade was being shade

"Your loss. But I will take that laptop."

" your saving me from paying $1,000 just for a trade in " Eric said with a soft smirk on his face " the name is Eric Gwàiwù , it's very nice to meet you "

He descended his eyes were locked on the Borg queen. He grinned coldly. He had vaguely remembered ripping something similar to shreds.

"What about you?" She asks Drael. "Would you be willing to become my mate?"

"No. I have come to kill you" he said flatly

Instinctively, the other Borg drones in the room assuming combat stances, and a powerful forcefield covers the Borg Queen. "Your threats are irrelevant."

Drael merely lifted his blade. "This blade weighs as much as a dead neutron star. I could kill you all by simply dropping it on you."

"We are unfazed by your threats. I will give you the option to walk away, and I suggest you choose it over the alternative of becoming one with the collective."