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Glenn class USS Mianyanka rendezvousing with Borg Cooperative Vessel 5C892 in the Farn System, Delta Quadrant, to assist in repelling Vaudwaar interlopers.

Made me think of a previous post I'd made, about a very different kind of Borg encounter:

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PURPLE WISPS coalesced into a murkier swath of thick brown, the red console displays of the Klingon Bird-of-Prey Vel’moq giving the stellar vapour a baleful hue as it shone from the viewscreen. Ekayn, Son of Gough of the House of Vetlao, sat deathly still, his arms resting with regal calm atop the bare metal supports of his command chair. With back straight, his Borg-altered blue-grey skin gave him the look of a mummified king, his crown replaced by a sterling metallic graft arcing around his left eye. A scope of similar material remained affixed to his eye socket, highlighted by three points of coruscant green light at its end, their intensities perpetually shifting with unknown purpose.
    Ekayn’s right eye remained useless, its cornea blackened by the Borg to enhance the levels of perception required by his augmented left eye. Serving as Biological Dispatch First of Eight to Deployment 082, Ekayn’s special place in the collective had been in identifying biological distinctiveness within drone candidates for specialist attention. Against the core genetic database of the Collective, Ekayn’s ocular implant allowed for on-sight identification of genetic eccentricities, alien to either the host species or the Collective’s vast information store as a whole. With this information, Ekayn’s Dispatch could set about combining genetic sequences to create drone candidates best suited to the various harsh physical environments within Deployment 082’s area of responsibility.
  “Disable heavy disruptor cannons,” he said with stolid clarity, his tone deep and almost mechanically resonant. “Redirect power to shields. Keep power levels constant for the standard cannons.”
  “The energy readings ahead are immense, Captain,” hissed the Cardassian security deputy. “We’re heading for enormous –”
  “Disable heavy cannons!” barked Drotzal, Son of Darlas, with uncommon volume. The swaggering pragmatist of the House of Onrek had requested the Cardassian Teyka Ilnon’s assignment to the Vel’moq, with her honour now his to ensure.
    The silence continued, the Vel’moq’s consoles remaining steady as the astral smog whipped around its streamlined hull. Ever-attentive, Drotzal noted the slightest raise of a thick white eyebrow from his commander. “Captain?”
    “Fire standard disruptors,” Ekayn commanded in a low, calculated tone. Though the murky brown mass ahead remained constant, Drotzal complied, bolts of bristling green energy loosing rapidly into the haze.
  “My … obscene mongrel spawn,” Ekayn drawled, all vocal clarity lost in the imminence of battle.
    Parting in a microsecond, the clouded brown gave way to a glaring luminance of greens and yellows amidst a nebular oasis. Intricate lattices of obsidian metal threads were formed in cubes ahead, Borg drones of specialist biological design jetting freely through space to link them with splinters of hardest black.
  The disruptor bolts of the Vel’moq left sparks of glistening white in their wake, the chemical composition of the nebulous expanse highly volatile – far too dangerous for heavy cannons. Ekayn could have been forgiven for feeling pride in his efforts to spawn drones able to survive in these most brutal of conditions, but all that radiated from him was indelible disgust.
  “Core node destroyed, Captain,” Teyka reported.
  “Skylstad,” Ekayn called to his Terran engineer. “Eject a tank of warp plasma with a mix of mecrium.”
  “Aye,” came the demure response, the mix completed ahead of even Ekayn’s expectations. “Ejecting.”
    The captain keyed his arm support, the main viewer flashing to capture and magnify the largest collection of Borg drones. The wave of plasma dispersed to wash over the complex and its inhabitants, the black-augmented bodies of the soaked lifeforms jittering suddenly before convulsing with a violence seemingly impossible within zero gravity. Like the weakest of soap bubbles, the flesh of each drone reached a climax of agitation before popping off soundlessly amidst the void. Husks of metallic bodies ebbed against the now free-floating struts and black filigree of the destroyed Borg biological complex, their eventual fate unknown and irrelevant.
  “Jel’ieri to Ekayn,” came a voice from the captain’s arm support.
  “H’jeth,” Ekayn called as he keyed his console, all resonance restored. “You’ve found them.”
  “Yes,” came the voice. “They're aboard Federation Rim Reconnaissance Station 04 in the Riteyith System. Their escort to Earth arrives in a little more than a day.”
  “You’re a god among insects, H’jeth,” the captain commended coolly.
  “Jel’ieri out.”
  “Drotzal: inform the task force; Belanursa: set course for the rendezvous point,” the captain commanded.
  “Whose been found?!” Teyka demanded.
  Ekayn rose, his tall, thin form complimented perfectly by the straight streaks of his long white hair. He stepped down from his command station with perfect serenity, features and black eye expressionless. The captain didn’t flinch as Drotzal pounded his station, his deputy having opened her mouth to repeat her question.
  “The iconoclast, Ms Ilnon. The iconoclast.”
  The angular rear doors of the bridge groaned open, swallowing the captain as he stepped into the depths of his command.

Description
Glenn class USS Mianyanka rendezvousing with Borg Cooperative Vessel 5C892 in the Farn System, Delta Quadrant, to assist in repelling Vaudwaar interlopers.

Made me think of a previous post I'd made, about a very different kind of Borg encounter:

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

PURPLE WISPS coalesced into a murkier swath of thick brown, the red console displays of the Klingon Bird-of-Prey Vel’moq giving the stellar vapour a baleful hue as it shone from the viewscreen. Ekayn, Son of Gough of the House of Vetlao, sat deathly still, his arms resting with regal calm atop the bare metal supports of his command chair. With back straight, his Borg-altered blue-grey skin gave him the look of a mummified king, his crown replaced by a sterling metallic graft arcing around his left eye. A scope of similar material remained affixed to his eye socket, highlighted by three points of coruscant green light at its end, their intensities perpetually shifting with unknown purpose.
    Ekayn’s right eye remained useless, its cornea blackened by the Borg to enhance the levels of perception required by his augmented left eye. Serving as Biological Dispatch First of Eight to Deployment 082, Ekayn’s special place in the collective had been in identifying biological distinctiveness within drone candidates for specialist attention. Against the core genetic database of the Collective, Ekayn’s ocular implant allowed for on-sight identification of genetic eccentricities, alien to either the host species or the Collective’s vast information store as a whole. With this information, Ekayn’s Dispatch could set about combining genetic sequences to create drone candidates best suited to the various harsh physical environments within Deployment 082’s area of responsibility.
  “Disable heavy disruptor cannons,” he said with stolid clarity, his tone deep and almost mechanically resonant. “Redirect power to shields. Keep power levels constant for the standard cannons.”
  “The energy readings ahead are immense, Captain,” hissed the Cardassian security deputy. “We’re heading for enormous –”
  “Disable heavy cannons!” barked Drotzal, Son of Darlas, with uncommon volume. The swaggering pragmatist of the House of Onrek had requested the Cardassian Teyka Ilnon’s assignment to the Vel’moq, with her honour now his to ensure.
    The silence continued, the Vel’moq’s consoles remaining steady as the astral smog whipped around its streamlined hull. Ever-attentive, Drotzal noted the slightest raise of a thick white eyebrow from his commander. “Captain?”
    “Fire standard disruptors,” Ekayn commanded in a low, calculated tone. Though the murky brown mass ahead remained constant, Drotzal complied, bolts of bristling green energy loosing rapidly into the haze.
  “My … obscene mongrel spawn,” Ekayn drawled, all vocal clarity lost in the imminence of battle.
    Parting in a microsecond, the clouded brown gave way to a glaring luminance of greens and yellows amidst a nebular oasis. Intricate lattices of obsidian metal threads were formed in cubes ahead, Borg drones of specialist biological design jetting freely through space to link them with splinters of hardest black.
  The disruptor bolts of the Vel’moq left sparks of glistening white in their wake, the chemical composition of the nebulous expanse highly volatile – far too dangerous for heavy cannons. Ekayn could have been forgiven for feeling pride in his efforts to spawn drones able to survive in these most brutal of conditions, but all that radiated from him was indelible disgust.
  “Core node destroyed, Captain,” Teyka reported.
  “Skylstad,” Ekayn called to his Terran engineer. “Eject a tank of warp plasma with a mix of mecrium.”
  “Aye,” came the demure response, the mix completed ahead of even Ekayn’s expectations. “Ejecting.”
    The captain keyed his arm support, the main viewer flashing to capture and magnify the largest collection of Borg drones. The wave of plasma dispersed to wash over the complex and its inhabitants, the black-augmented bodies of the soaked lifeforms jittering suddenly before convulsing with a violence seemingly impossible within zero gravity. Like the weakest of soap bubbles, the flesh of each drone reached a climax of agitation before popping off soundlessly amidst the void. Husks of metallic bodies ebbed against the now free-floating struts and black filigree of the destroyed Borg biological complex, their eventual fate unknown and irrelevant.
  “Jel’ieri to Ekayn,” came a voice from the captain’s arm support.
  “H’jeth,” Ekayn called as he keyed his console, all resonance restored. “You’ve found them.”
  “Yes,” came the voice. “They're aboard Federation Rim Reconnaissance Station 04 in the Riteyith System. Their escort to Earth arrives in a little more than a day.”
  “You’re a god among insects, H’jeth,” the captain commended coolly.
  “Jel’ieri out.”
  “Drotzal: inform the task force; Belanursa: set course for the rendezvous point,” the captain commanded.
  “Whose been found?!” Teyka demanded.
  Ekayn rose, his tall, thin form complimented perfectly by the straight streaks of his long white hair. He stepped down from his command station with perfect serenity, features and black eye expressionless. The captain didn’t flinch as Drotzal pounded his station, his deputy having opened her mouth to repeat her question.
  “The iconoclast, Ms Ilnon. The iconoclast.”
  The angular rear doors of the bridge groaned open, swallowing the captain as he stepped into the depths of his command.