Post by Lt Cmdr Lonah Demorrie on Feb 6, 2019 11:11:52 GMT -5
Val had a pretty good idea she was not dead. The memories of being snatched up and dropped to her fate were too real to forget. Nor would she forgot the sudden stop that turned her world black and filled with persons singing a familiar tune. She was in a state where her mind was active, but her body remains outside her control. She figures this was a good situation to be in as the sight of her own crumbled body could send in her to a fit. She noticed the lack of thoughts from the others immediately. She had been blocking the others out due to the Darks minions telepathic shouts to unnerve the telepaths of the liberation forces.
So Val had no way of knowing what was going on outside her unconscious state. She hopes they were winning. The idea of waking up and being violently consumed would genuinely suck. She looked about in her lucid state and notice lights dancing through her subconscious, a mental manifestation of the UNITY Pixies that inhabited her cybernetic systems. They were the source of the singing, a song of comfort and hope while they restored her systems.
"Interesting," She said aloud. She used her mental realm to create a scene where she could examine the Pixies in the process of repairing her systems. Without her conscious directing their actions, the UNITY nanites had gone with their default programming which was to restore the Director. They had a lot of work, but the process was going along successfully. They were taking the Borg systems that remain and converted them to UNITY.
"Oh, wait, wait, wait," Val said, waving her hands. Interesting, in her mind, she was humanoid once more. No doubt because she spent most of her life as a humanoid before evolving to something cuter. Wait, that was not important right now. She did not know what to think about the conversion to the UNITY systems. She was aware they could do it. They even offered, but she had not taken them up on the offer until she explored that more fully. Seem like now it was a foregone conclusion as they were doing it to save her life. She had to wonder how much she was going to be in when Starfleet found out. Right now there was no way to hide the fact it was happening.
As she mulled over the repercussions of using ancient technology on herself, she noticed several red areas in the Pixies work. She brought of the alerts up, only to cringe when she realized it was the Borg nanites resisting the conversion process. "That figures," she said. "You have a free ride in my body and do what you want without considering what I may want or need. At least the Pixies asked if I wanted to change. You just took me..."
Speaking her thoughts aloud was a mistake. She knew it; all her dreams tend to circle back to the ominous, shady presence in the back of her mind. In her lucid state, she could control the nightmare now. It would not sneak up on her like previously. That did not mean she wanted to look at it. That Borg creation is a past she tried to forget. So many wanted it forgotten and never brought back into the light of day. She heard the sounds of crackling energy and the smell of ozone from the hover emitters. The ultimate experiment in mass disruption of non-Borg creatures and if they could not be disrupted then destruction.
She shook her head hard, shaking the memories out and banishing the image behind her. The last thing she needed was the mental stress confusing the Pixies and accidentally dropping off a much-needed limb. "Focus, concentrate," Val whispered. "Old memories cannot hurt you anymore. They buried that thing..." That just left the damage done to her mind and the void that loomed just outside her perception. That too was also inconsequential; if she avoided it, it would not be a problem. Some doors need to remain closed. She had so much more to focus on. The future, her shipmates, Alton. Things that truly mattered to her.
Her mind calm once more she notices that the UNITY Pixies were winning the fight with the Borg nanites. Instead of destruction, they were reincorporating them back into the system, giving them new instructions to interact with the new systems the Pixies were developing. The Borg would now take directions from a new collective. A collective that Val was in charge of. "So the best approach is a little balance and purpose. I guess we're about to find out how that works in a little while..."
So Val had no way of knowing what was going on outside her unconscious state. She hopes they were winning. The idea of waking up and being violently consumed would genuinely suck. She looked about in her lucid state and notice lights dancing through her subconscious, a mental manifestation of the UNITY Pixies that inhabited her cybernetic systems. They were the source of the singing, a song of comfort and hope while they restored her systems.
"Interesting," She said aloud. She used her mental realm to create a scene where she could examine the Pixies in the process of repairing her systems. Without her conscious directing their actions, the UNITY nanites had gone with their default programming which was to restore the Director. They had a lot of work, but the process was going along successfully. They were taking the Borg systems that remain and converted them to UNITY.
"Oh, wait, wait, wait," Val said, waving her hands. Interesting, in her mind, she was humanoid once more. No doubt because she spent most of her life as a humanoid before evolving to something cuter. Wait, that was not important right now. She did not know what to think about the conversion to the UNITY systems. She was aware they could do it. They even offered, but she had not taken them up on the offer until she explored that more fully. Seem like now it was a foregone conclusion as they were doing it to save her life. She had to wonder how much she was going to be in when Starfleet found out. Right now there was no way to hide the fact it was happening.
As she mulled over the repercussions of using ancient technology on herself, she noticed several red areas in the Pixies work. She brought of the alerts up, only to cringe when she realized it was the Borg nanites resisting the conversion process. "That figures," she said. "You have a free ride in my body and do what you want without considering what I may want or need. At least the Pixies asked if I wanted to change. You just took me..."
Speaking her thoughts aloud was a mistake. She knew it; all her dreams tend to circle back to the ominous, shady presence in the back of her mind. In her lucid state, she could control the nightmare now. It would not sneak up on her like previously. That did not mean she wanted to look at it. That Borg creation is a past she tried to forget. So many wanted it forgotten and never brought back into the light of day. She heard the sounds of crackling energy and the smell of ozone from the hover emitters. The ultimate experiment in mass disruption of non-Borg creatures and if they could not be disrupted then destruction.
She shook her head hard, shaking the memories out and banishing the image behind her. The last thing she needed was the mental stress confusing the Pixies and accidentally dropping off a much-needed limb. "Focus, concentrate," Val whispered. "Old memories cannot hurt you anymore. They buried that thing..." That just left the damage done to her mind and the void that loomed just outside her perception. That too was also inconsequential; if she avoided it, it would not be a problem. Some doors need to remain closed. She had so much more to focus on. The future, her shipmates, Alton. Things that truly mattered to her.
Her mind calm once more she notices that the UNITY Pixies were winning the fight with the Borg nanites. Instead of destruction, they were reincorporating them back into the system, giving them new instructions to interact with the new systems the Pixies were developing. The Borg would now take directions from a new collective. A collective that Val was in charge of. "So the best approach is a little balance and purpose. I guess we're about to find out how that works in a little while..."