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Although not strongly a Startrek story, I thought some of you may be
interested aanyway.  Ideas on how I could make the starfleet characters
better should be posted to me.
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Cyborged by Simon Jerram.  Based on ideas by other Usenetters.


 There are many things you have to think of when designing a spaceship.
Aerodynamics isn't one of them.  As ships are built in space, designed
never to come closer than to orbit a planetoid, ships can come in all
shapes and sizes so long as they're defendable, and free of any         n
radiation field they may come accross.

 The borg cube looked more like it had been grown than designed.  Lights
swarmed all over and through the twisted object.  The creatures inside
augmented for necesity, to constantly improve.  The ship was moving at
an impossibly high velocity, chasing a ship of which it was their
intention to assimilate into their kind.
  The ship being persued was exacly the opposite.  The mother ship was
ovoid in shape, and looked very intricately designed indeed.  The two
ships could not have looked more different.  Which was odd realy as the
occupants were very much alike.

  In the time space vortex nearby, a much smaller ship spinned on its
way.  The interior was the size of Manchester, Bejing, and Sydney put
together.  Maybe you could throw in Berlin for good measure.  There
were many areas unexplored by its three occupants.  The Owner was a
small man known as "The Doctor".  He was fiddling under a large mushroom
shaped console in the enormous domed console room.  Watching him was
Ace, a young woman in her mid twenties.  She wore an all in one
lycra-like battle uniform, with a bomber jacket adorned with badges and
a belt with many 25th century gadgets hanging from it.
Elsewhere in a library to put Oxford's copyright library (a library whic
contains all the known published works on the planet earth) to shame was
Professor Bernice Summerfield.  She was in her thirties with short dark
hair and Dark eyes.  She wore an orange frock coat, with a white shirt,
and red leggings.
None of these three were aware that the tardis had entered a warp
field and could not resist passing into normal space.


" Sir" said Data, a lifelike if pail android " There is an  object      ct       f
 off the Stern which could be deemed a navigation hazard.  Curriously,
 it seems to be an old London police box"
This was the bridge of a starship, a large, bright and circluar room,
towards the back of which sat the Captain.
 "Attention Shuttle Bay 1", ordered the Captain Picard with a smile              e
 "Standby to recieve an unidentified object."


 "Ace", said the Doctor, "Please hand me my wrench, this
new sonic screwdriver I've built is useless."
 "'ere what am I, your smeggin' grease monkey?"
 "You don't have to help me?"
 "I'd rather know that you were still here.  To see we actually
materialise somewhere relatively safe.  Anyway," she glanced through
the toolkit, "sonic or plumbers-"
 Before the Doctor could even give her a reproachful look, the TARDIS wa
pulled in by the Enterprise.  As the tractor beams locked on to the
TARDIS it was abruptly shaken up the Doctor and Ace were thrown against
the wall along with the tools and the Hatstand.

In unison both Ace and the Doctor cried "What have you done now?"

The Doctor realizing that the problem is caused by an outside force
picked himself up, and went to the control panel.  He switched the view
screen on while Ace cleaned up the mess.  He focused his atention on
the image in the lagest of the roundels.  Smiling, he began to operate
the controls.

 "Captin" said Lt. Worf "this 'Police Box" shows power reading off      our
scales with no detectable form of power generation"

 "Sir" Data interupted "there is no obvious form of propulsion for it.  t
This "Police box" seems to be equiped with equipmet that is far
superior to ours, and yet it is so small.
How can it contain both live beings and all the equipment for them this o be thi
far from any planet"

"Commander La Forge report to Shuttle bay one with a complete diagnostic
team" Instructed Captain Picard.  He wasn't giving anything away,
he wanted his crew to find out for themselves.

"Captain, I'm on my way there allready - La Forge out"

"Worf, Data, Troi, you're with me!"


Shuttle bay one of a Galaxy Class Star ship is a large cavernous affair,
The Gleaming white pannels of the walls decorated with freindly Greetings
in all the major languages of the galaxy.  Picard and his team postioned
themselves behind the tractor beam generator, their breathable atmospher
protected by the same technology.  As the rainbows of force dragged the
blue object into the entrance of the bay, it dissapeared.  The diagnsostic
team were alarmed to hear a strange wheezing and groaning sound behind
them.
     They turned round to see the blue box meterialising out of thin air.
No burst of transporter energy, it simply faded into existance.


The Cybermothership was traveling at what Starfleet would               d call
call warp 9.8 just beyond the enterprises sensor range.  The control    which
room was large and dark.  The many surfaces appeared to be
made from brushed steel.  The room was occupied by several humanoid
figures.  Standing at over 2 metres tall the cybermen, as their name
suggests, are large cybernetic beings.  Most of their augmentation
is hidden in a casing made of a metal harder than steel, but which
moves like silver cotton.  Each is supported by its life support unit,
starting at its chest, and ending in a large solid collar. Unlike       e their
their ancestors, the grills on the chests of these cybermen were
protected against any accidental missiles but they remained
suceptable to one weakness.

One cyberman stood in the centre of the room, his superiority denoted
by the black markings on his helmet.  He spoke, "Report!"

"We are outrunning the cube like object.  The scanners have locked on to
the federation ship.  A time lord is abord."
"We must not allow this mothership to be captured by the Borg.  They will
use our knowledge and technology to delete the cyberace from existance.
Our purpose is to protect the cyber race"
"Do you have any data on the Time Lord"
"It is the Doctor"
"Excellant.  It is logical that we help the humans against the Borg.  They
will help us."
"Data shows that humans will act against the cyber race.  We shoud destroy
them, or allow them to join us."
"But if the humans have to fight the Borg, it is logical that they will
not fight us.  He shall re asses the logic if the borg is destroyed."
"If the Doctor and the Humans cannot destroy the Borg with our help, it
is logical we must self destruct."
"Excelant"

"Greetings.  I'm the Doctor, and this is my Friend Ace.  My other friend
Bernice is following."
"Apologies for the hostile action, you were causing us a problem." Said
Picard, greeting his old friend.
"Apology accepted.  The old girl isn't quite herself, it makes a change
for her to be a navigation hazard for someone else."
"Where are we Doctor?" asked Ace.
Geordi didnt wait for permission, "This is the Federation galaxy class
starship USS enterprise NCC 1701-D."
Troi took this as an opportunity to ask some questions, "You're not as human
as you appear to be Doctor.  And you have quite a strong mental presence."
"Yes." Replied the doctor, rather abruptly. "Perhaps we could contine
this little chat in more comfortable surroundings.  I'm sure your
tecnicians would like to take a look around my craft."  The Doctor
turned to the Engineers. "Bernice will help you."

The Doctor and Ace were enjoying the hospitality of Captain Picard.
Meanwhile Data and the first officer discussed their presence.


  "Having had chance to analyse their actions, I found something odd about
their voice patterns."
  "Hmm.  Odd?"
  "Their Accents.  The accents correspond to certain areas of Britain,
but also to the 20th century."
  "Can you be sure?"
  "In extreme cases someone may have perpetuated thier family accent,
but would still sound mostly like the broad European Accent of Captain
Picard."
  Councellor Troi spoke up, "They seemed genuine.  Apart from the
subject of his Strong mental presence, the Doctor was not at all
defensive.  But that was probaly him reacting to annother telepath."
  "And also the Captain seems to have met them before...."

  "Its good to see you again, Doctor." said the Captain genuinely.
 "You've changed." He indicated both the Doctor and Ace.
  "Not as much as I have done before.  There are times when I have
 changed completely.  And I'm not alone on the change front am I?"
  The Captain was not at all self concious about the referece to his
depleated hairline, "I was a lot younger when I served on the
Stargazer."
  "Hows Jack?"
There was a pause.  "Jack's dead.  I regret that it was partly my fault.
His wife is my CMO."
  The Doctor looked uncomfortable, considering how Picard must have to
live with the consequences of his actions.  It was not something he
liked to think about.  Not in this game.
  "I'd like to meet your friend Bernice, If you've time."
  "You're not missing anything",muttered Ace.
  "So what have you been up to." Picard asked, "What you can tell me
I do know about paradox, you know."

  "And we return to the console room.  Notice how the basic themes
are echoed in the very style of this chamber." Bernice parodied
a tour guide as she emerged from the depths of the TARDIS.
  "It looks just like the rest of it," said one of the Engineers.
Geordi, the one with the artificial sight.  If she were Ace, thought
Bernice... But she wasn't.  That wasn't her style.  She'd managed to
pull the wool over their eyes though, quite a trick as her own
knowledge of the TARDIS was embarasingly shakey.  Next time, Doctor
couldnt you give me a bit more notice Eh?
  "How is it with the Daleks?" she asked casually.
  "Daleks?" Geordi looked puzzled, "Wern't they the things that
destroyed themselevs trying to take over in the 21st century?"
  Whoops! though Bernice, I've done it now.  30 years out I must
be slacking.  Her rescue was close at hand.
  "Wh-What I cant Understand is how you manage to survive sling
shotting the sun?"  Lieutenant Barclay was getting dangerously
near the console.  Bernice grabbed for one of the brollies in the
hat stand, but it was Geordi who wheeled him away towards the
doors."
  "With dimentional technology good enough to fit this machine in
half a phone booth, they dont need to sling shot the sun."
  As they passed through the main doors in to the Police Box,
Geordi recieved a message on his communicator badge.
 "Do you have a bar on board this ship?" asked Bernice.
 "Of course there is.  We're talking Galaxy Class here.  But
I have to report for duty.  Reg, show the Proffesor to ten forward"
Geordi left.  Bernice shrugged and followed the Lieutennant, pulling
the policebox door closed behind her.

   Ace had just finished relating what she could about life in the
private spacecorps of the 26th century.
  "Its a good thing we arn't in battle," noted Picard, "Or own time
regulations would come into force."  Ace was bemused by this but
it seemed to strangely please the Doctor.
   The conversation was interupted by the Klingon Security Officer.
  "Sir-recieving signal from an unidentified vessel."
  Picard Left his ready room, and was followed onto the bridge by the
Doctor and Ace.
  "Onscreen Lieutennant."
  The large screen cleared to reveal the features  of a Cyberman.
  "We require your assistance."

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Subject: Cyborged Part2 (1st draft)
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As the 1st draft of part 1 was dismal, I'd welcome (constructive)
comments on part 2.

  "Its a good thing we arn't in battle," noted Picard, "Or own time
regulations would come into force."  Ace was bemused by this but
it seemed to strangely please the Doctor.
   The conversation was interupted by the Klingon Security Officer.
  "Sir-recieving signal from an unidentified vessel."
  Picard Left his ready room, and was followed onto the bridge by the
Doctor and Ace.
  "Onscreen Lieutennant."
  The large screen cleared to reveal the features  of a Cyberman.
  "We require your assistance."

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Cyborged by Simon Jerram.  Based on ideas by other Usenetters.
Part 2.
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 The bridge became alive.  Everyone was suddenly busy, pushing buttons
accessing informaation.  Riker surveyed the situation, three firgures
inactive.  The Doctor and Ace surveyed the scene, much as Riker did.
It was all very well Picard alowing his guests onto the Enterprise,
but letting them on the bridge?  The other figure was Lieutennant-
Commander Data.  And didnt look at all comfortable.
 "Data what's the matter?" asked Riker.
 "Classified....UNIT..." gasped Data.  He relaxed briefly and
explained.  "I have knowledge of these Cybermen, but I cannot use it.
Attempting to do so exposes me to what I can only describe as pain."
 Captain Picard had also noticed and turned to the Doctor.  The Doctor
strode forwards and addressed the robotic officer.
 "Data I er..." and then with authority, "Access UNIT, codename Doctor."
He then emmitted a series of unrepeatable sounds and sylables.  As he
completed this the bridge computer and Data said in perfect
synchronisation, "Code accepted."
 Briefly puzzeled by his own involunatry outburst, Data proceded
to inform the bridge crew of all he knew about the Cybermen.

 "Scotch on the rocks bartender,"  Bernice addressed Guinan.  Around
Ten Forward bustled vairous starfleet officers, of Command, Servce, and
Science sections.
 "Of course Admiral," repiled Guinan absent mindedly.  Bernice accepted
the drink, and downed it quickly.  Synthetic 24th century replication.
Not too good.
 Bernice paused for a while before saying, "Same again."
 "Are you sure?"
 "Yes."
 "You ougtent to drink so quickly.  I could offer you something better."
 "Could you now."  Guinan gave Bernice a reproachful look as she offered
a piece of Betazoid chocolate fudge cake.  Bernice accepted the desert
greatfully.  The mention of the word Admiral was a strange coincidence.
Bernice Surprise Summerfield was named after her own several times
great Aunt Bernice Christine Summerfield.  And she was a Starfleet
Admiral.  Unfortunately the information on her death was
imprecise but Bernice was sure her realtive was already dead.
 "So Proffessor Summerfield," said Guinan, interupting Benny's thoughts,
"tell me, what's troubleing you."
 "What?"
 "Why do you drink so much?"
 "I er just do.  It helps me deal with the universe.  There's a lot of
it out there."
 "You'd rather settle down?"
 "No actually I'm quite happy.  Ace is a bit difficult to get along with
but I like travelling with the Doctor.  After all I went through, the
Doctor," she manipulated her desert,"is a piece of cake.  Its just.."
 "What?"
 "His interfering, manipulating.  Everywhere we go its like hes playing
a game.  Take letting Geordi and Reg into the TARDIS.  They couldn't
possibly learn anything due to him modifying something called Temporal
Grace.  He must have been up to something."
 "And this manipulation disturbs you?"
 "Oh no, I quite enjoy it, I just want to be in on it."

 Picard was holding conference with his commanding officers.  Ace and
the Doctor had joined them at the oval table in the conference room.
Ace stared through the huge windows into deep space, while the Doctor
was addressing those present.
 "The main difference between Cybermen and Borg is their way of thinking
Whereas the Borg constist of a group intelegence, harnesed for their own
purpose, the Cybermen rely on pure logic.  Both would covert you to
their own kind without thinking, but they differ in their reasoning.
But the Cybermen would do it for some misguided priority in their
programming, on the basis that cybernisation would benefit you almost
as much as it would then.  They'd kill anyone who got in their way,
but only for their own good."
 "Evil," muttered Ace, not expecting to be heard.
 "No, Not quite evil.  Unfeeling, inhuman, yes, but not quite evil.
In other circumstances they would have to be fought.  Delt with I mean,
at the very least avoided.  "
 "But what we are talking about is the lesser of two evils." intejected
Doctor Crusher.
 "Precisely," replied the Doctor.
 Ace was amazed.  A new record, they'd only been there an hour and a
half, and already they were eating out of the Doctor's hand.  All
except the bearded one in the red uniform.
 "Could I just ask what Miss, er Ace is doing here?" Commander-Riker
asked,  "The Doctor is on secondment from the now nealy defunct UNIT,
but what of Ace."
 "Ace is the Doctor's assistant, but she is also being field seconded
from IMC to starfleet.  Lieutennant McShane is a weapons expert."
 Ace was not pleased.  "How would you like it if I went round telling
everyone your real name." she whispered.  "If I kenw what it was
Doctor!"
 Aloud she said, "If it pleases, I wish to be refered to as Leftennant
or Ace."
 "Very well," said Picard, "but getting back to matters in hand what is
our strategy."
 "Our only defence would be to attack form the inside." said Worf,
"the shielding required to protect against the Borg makes Phaser
power virtually useless against them."
 "With the shielding system set-up, the transporter will nott be able
to function."
 "I can help with that, with our friends assistance."

 On the cybership the cyberleader was talking to his Lietennant.
"Any response from the Humans?"
"Negative.  Human non-logic is not as efficent as cyber logic."
"The Borg Ship is closing, continuing at warp 9 it will be here in
2 hours*."
"There is sufficient time remaining.  We are the 'persecuted'." Words
of weakness were virtually unknown to the Luitennant."The Doctor will
not fail"

  As the meeting ended the commanding crew went immediately to their
postitions.  Geordi and the Doctor went down to engineering to carry
out their work, and were soon joined by a team of science cybermen.
  Lt-commander Data went to the battle bridge to supervise the
detatchment of the saucer section.  For the families to be as safe as
possible, the saucer had to have as large a lead and velocity as
possible, and with decelleration not an option, it would have to be
done very carefully indeed.  Data was the only one of the crew with
the reactions and mind capable of completing the task.
  Picard was arranging the liason between the Cyberleader and the
enterprise.  His main intention was no to let the cybermen into
anywhere sensitive.  Once they were out of danger, they could no
longer be trusted.

  The manouvre was completed effortlessly.  Under its own power,
the saucer section moved away, deceleration imperceptably.  Once
momentum was lost, they would have no chance of regaining anything
near warp speed again.  The main section decellerated, and under the
command of the battle bridge manvoured round to face th oncoming borg.
As effortlessly as two dancers at a contest, the cybership moved in
to almost replace the saucer section.  They did not have long to wait.

  At an improbably high speed the Borg cube approached the Enterprise.
On the battle-bridge it was Picard who gave the order, "Engage adaptive
sheilding Mr LaForge."  As the Lieutennant Commander activated his
touch sensitive control panel,  both the Enterprise and the Mother ship
became enveloped in a golden electronic web.  The borg cube loosed off
two phaser beams to no effect.  In this condition None of the ships
could fire on each other.  Stalemate.
  "Well its up to the Doctor now," said La Forge.

  Bernice was still in Ten Forward, which was in the escaping saucer
section.  Not only had she been separated from the Tardis and its crew,
but it had been brought about deliberately.  Guinan had admitted as
much.
  "I'm not best pleased," said Bernice.
  "I'm not really surprised." said Guinan, "He's not changed much."
Obviously Guinan had met the Doctor before, and knew him quite well.
but for the time being Bernice didn't want to know.
  "What else did he tell you?"
  "He said to check your locker."
  "My locker?"
  "If you have a room, which I don't doubt you do, the computer will
be able to direct you there.  It recognises your voice so I'm told,
not even close relatives will confuse it."
  Benny bid Guinan farewell and left the nearly deserted bar.  A
quick chat with the deck computer soon directed her to the
mysterious room.  Inside the locker was a bag and a note.  The bag
contained a few posetetions and a red and black dress.  Bernice
read the note, then proceded to sort out her inheritance.

  Ace was busy briefing her part of the landing partly.  One of the
Ensigns was obviously displeased at being under the command of an
officer so recently seconded to starfleet.  Ace fingered the two gold
rank pips on the collar of her uniform.  She'd insisted on keeping her
old uniform despite accepting the communicator and insignia.  It
secretly pleased her that describing her rank as "three below captain"
had earned her Gold pips instead of the two silver pips she deserved.
Even if her brief mission for IMC counted, she ranked below the
ensigns she was briefing.
  A Lieutenant aproached the patrol, "My scout squadren has been assigne
to you.  Lietennent."
  Behind him stood six mute cyberscouts, identical in every way to the
Cybermen exept for their colouring.  To enable themselves to blend into
the background these purely robotic creatures were completely black.
"Great thats all I need!" muttered Ace.

  On the battle bridge the Captain was showing his command skills.  All
the diverse aspects of the plan were coming together.  Between them the
Human and Cyber scientists had coverted one of the Trasporter rooms into
something like a very bad taste disco.  Wires ran everywhere.  The
Doctor had been manufacturing bracelets, to enable the transmat to focus
on the crew whilst they travelled through the time space continuum.  But
he had disapeared.  And now the borg were making demands again.  He had
to keep them distracted, If they suspected the bording it would all go
to waste.

  At the entrance of the Transmat room stood the Landing party
accompanied by Lietennant Worf and the Cyber Scouts.  All had been
briefed and fitted with the transmat bracelets.  All carried the
superior cyber weaponery.  All were awaiting the Doctor.
On cue he appeared from the corridor.
  "Sorry to keep you.  Does everyone know what we're looking for."
Everyone nodded.  The Doctor went to the trasporter controlls while
Worf lead his patrol into the transmission area.
  "I have to warn you Doctor, we were some strange time phenomena
when we were testing this."
  "So its working 100% Splendid, I must congratulate you and," he
paused miming trying to remember the cybermen's names, "your friends."
The Doctor joined Worf's patrol.  "Energise." he said.  Their image
wobbled and dissapered like the picture on an old TV set.
  "My patrol to the transporter area now!" barked Ace.  She was enjoying
he command.
After Douglas Adams wrote for the BBC TV series, "Professor X." (the
concept of which Ace found disturbingly familiar), he wrote a superb
radio series called "The Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy."  In one
section Ford Prefect describes the feeling of going through Hyperspace
as unpleasantly like being drunk.  After going through the Time space
vortex with only a transmat beam to protect her, Ace was never going to
be cruel to a glass of water again.
  Materialising on a dark coridor, the borg cube was quiet.  As Ace's
party regained there senses, tey became aware that that was only
temprorary.
  The being which addressed them was hideous, recognisably oganic, with
tubes and augmentation sticking out all over her scarred body.
  "Welcome to the Borg"