Captain's log, stardate 92... um 902... Thursday.
While crossing Sierra Sector, received a signal announcing Borg sighting in deep space. All ships ordered to assist.
Relayed signal to Firefly frequency; received reply from "el Juego", captain of USS Massive, and proceeded in convoy. This is the first time USS Magpie has fought against the Borg and we were all relieved to have the support of a more experienced fighter.
On reaching coordinates, joined up with science vessel "Julia" and another vessel whose name we did not find out. Successfully engaged two Borg spheres, before joining with other ships to defeat a Borg cube.
USS Magpie briefly blinded by debris; when it cleared, USS Massive and the other two were already leaving.
Personal log of Ellen Hare.
Borg Rule Number 1, ever since the days of Wolf 359: stick together. Whoever the hell you end up with, stay with them. Never, but never, get caught by yourself.
What can I say? Magpie is small and fast, Massive hadn't gone that far, we thought we could do it. For about 30 km we did... then two cubes fell on top of us from nowhere. We couldn't shake them. How can a metal brick move so FAST? Jhril threw everything we had into the shields, but at last they faded out altogether, exposing Magpie's hopelessly fragile hull... And the firing stopped. There was silence for a moment, and then a klaxon sounded at the far end of the deck.
The monitor image was fuzzy as ever, but there was no mistaking the Borg drone pounding along the deck towards the bridge. It was huge, looked as if it had once been a Klingon. Behind it, more drones were beaming steadily one by one through the weakest point of the shields. And between them and the bridge was Ensign Mirik.
Mirik took to her heels and ran, but the tall drone was rapidly gaining on her. I ran for the door, followed by most of the bridge crew, all knowing very well we couldn't get there in time.
The drone picked up Mirik and slung her over its shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all.
Then there was a crash of metal hitting deck, and Mirik came sprinting towards us as if, well, as if the Borg were after her.
Moral: never sling a Vulcan over your shoulder, it gives them ideas.
But the other drones were still coming, though they were a long way behind the first. We didn't have much trouble holding them off, at first. But more drones kept coming. There would be enough on those cubes to overrun twenty ships and still leave plenty to spare. All over the ship we could hear the rest of our crew running to join the attack. But more drones kept coming... And then the shields came back on. USS Julia had found us.
60 of us against 10 drones, and now no prospect of more. Pointless heroics are not something the Borg suffer from. As one, the boarding party turned around and ran back to the last gap in the shields, beaming out seconds before it closed - leaving Mirra and Jhril cursing in frustration. Other ships weren't far behind, and with her shields back to full power Magpie joined in and for a few last minutes we had no time to think about anything else. And that, as it turned out, was the end.
"Five injured. No fatalities. We're still checking the ship."
There was a pause. When the voice spoke again it sounded rattled. "Captain. Can you come and look at this?"
I came and looked at this. Mirik's victim was still out cold on the deck. Now what?
It looks as if my stupidity might actually have left us with one more than we started with. If he survives - and if we all survive him...