They're Here...

[The Borg]

((We apologise for our absence. We have been very tired recently))

In the Immortal Realm:

This was it, all that was needed now, was proper augmentation. The gargoyle known as Blackfoot was now under the control of the Collective, and he moved towards Ajaxon, not answering his questions.
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In the Meeting House (Panther and Co):

The Borg who had been targeted by the transformed Panther has it's insides slashed open by the creature, spilling blood, guts and mechanical fluid. It took a step, wobbled and fell over. The green light engulfed this one as well, taking it back to the Cube.

One nearest the one who'd just been injured raised a robotic arm and made to knock the creature in the head with it, before she galloped outside and towards the dragon.

These Borg were all engulfed in the green transportation light seconds afterwards. The only indication they'd ever been there were the burns, fluid and bloodstains left inside the buidling.
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In the Meeting House (DP, Violet, Embri):

The one who had just had it's ankle grabbed by Violet looked down, red optical sensor glowing. It raised it's weapon at Violets head... then dropped it as it bent down to have a closer look at it's ankle.

~Irrational behaviour. The limb is unimportant. Unable to reestablish main objectives. Disconnecting drone... disconnected~

The drone did not move from staring, it did not seem to notice that suddenly all the voices in it's head had disappeared. That it was completely alone.

The one whom Arnott was messing around with sparked dangerously, the arm with the laser weapon shot up and fired. The bolt headed for the capsule holding the flaming equine.

It's red optical sensor and the borg parts suddenly seemed to start moving and shifting apart, on closer inspection it would be seen that the alien metal was breaking up, changing into its primary elements. The optical sensor glowed red, faded and then began to crack.

The drone that had been approached by DP looked up. It gave the illusion of being defiant, although no emotions, nothing went through the creatures body.

~Threat: Exponential. Unable to injure lifeform. Recalling drones~

All the drones bar the one Arnott had been messing around with, and the now disconnected drone that was obsessing over it's ankle disappear, transported back to the Cube.
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In Dojopolis:
Recon Drone 465 quickly went through the database, looking for an appropriate response. It's mouth had opened then closed as though mechanically before answering.

"I am not hungry. Take me there"
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In The Wilds (DLM):

More drones transport down, their weapons ready. They only fire on those that attack them first however, those who do not are immediately targeted for assimilation.

One of them raises it's weapon and fires on the Grendel as he attempts to board the helicopter.
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In The Wilds (Cirr):

The drones who had been left on the ground as the mechanical lifeform made it's way upwards raise their weapons and fire at Cirr. They are trying to knock him out of the sky.
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In Space and in The Wilds (Collator and Station Zero):

~Hack attempts through satellites decreasing. Destruction of satellites successful. Continuing...

~Detecting attempt at rerouting control of drone. Collective control... established. Collective remains primary control factor~

The drone that faced Collator simply stands there now, scanning him as he put his shields up.

"Assimilation will give you the answers you seek"

It takes another step towards him.

~Multiple virii detected, hack attempt routed through drone. Threat assessment of bio-mechanical lifeform: completed. Threat analysis: threat: High. Virii increasing. Tracking.... Isolating... Twelve point three percent historical data compromised. Fourteen point six percent biological and technological data compromised... Drone disconnection being considered as primary defense... ~

Up in space, the Cubes green lasers continue firing on the station and the satellites.

~Alien energy shield reaching limits... Continue firing...~

Suddenly the Cube backs off, looking as though it was just slammed backwards by a giant fist. The lasers fire off in uncoordinated random directions, some even heading down through the atmosphere to the planets surface.

Confusion and chaos, the antithesis of what the Borg intended to achieve erupted inside the ship, one single voice yelled above them. Stronger than the rest, and trying to regain order. It was the Queen.

[Embri]

Meeting House

The laser splashed around the containment sphere, as harmless as a candle against the outside of a furnace. The energy within roiled and grew was Embri's rage and fear fed the hungry flames.

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Immortal Realm

~Violet? VIOLET?! ....~ Silence. No one answered the colt's plaintive mindcalls. Feeling most sorry for himself, Jax whimpered and shook his head, trying to make the landscape around him stop whirling.

The young equine couldn't ever remember feeling quite this bad, and it was only getting worse. Even the tummyache he had suffered through after gorging on sweets with Caitir after one of the royal festivals was nothing compared to how he felt now... it was like being torn in two. More than anything, the foal longed to go home.

A vaguely familiar shape swum into his few. ... Blackfoot? The foal wasn't sure. ~Blackfoot? I have to go home... please... can we go back home now?~

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Meeting House

RAGE. Burning hot with scent of hot metal.
FEAR. Stomach wrenching, sickly sweet chill.

Searing crimson and frozen cyan chased each other through the globe, swirling around the vaguely visible equine within. Slowly, the two forces balanced each other as Embri called back her powers into barely restrained docility. With no where to channel her summoned energy but within, the mare tied it down as best she was able. Her control would not last long - Au'Marui had better be swift, or there would be little left of the Meeting House in a few minutes.

~RELEASE ME NOW.~ Embri's eyes snapped open, fixing two burning orbs on the Immortal in front of her. ~AND IF YOU VALUE YOUR REALM, CALL BACK IT'S HEIR.~

[drlupinmario]

~In an astral plane in the Immortal relm~
A grendle with a large cloak on him concealing his face, Looks at Drlupinmario through a crystal ball

"Bah, Fool. I still fail to see how *YOU* Could possibly be my Heir. If I wasn't Locked up in this... Prison, I would crush the borg myself. No, Heck with that, I would crush Blackstar... Hrrm..."

The grendle makes a large floating disc appear infront of him "Of course, He is my only chance of any sort of freedom, I HAVE been locked in here for 50 million years, Where my powers are weak...."
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Drlupinmario just tries to fire wildly at any of the borgs he sees, While trying to absorb any damaging laser blasts

All the grendles nearby quickly attempt to board the ship. Zak, RJ, and Pyro hop on first, Then a bunch of other unnamed grendles
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Subject: Drlupinmario
Rank: 5-Star General
Status: Alive/Wounded
Wounded at: Right leg, Right shoulder
% of Adrenalin: 57%
Other info: None/Classified
Orly?: YARLY!LOL!

[Swix]

Brock clapped his hands over his ears after hearing Embri yelling, although it obviously didn't do much as she was calling into everyones minds.

~ARGH!! DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO VULGAR?~

The ex-borg norn yelled through his link, completely forgetting that the only person who was able to hear him was Linda.

He took his hands off his ears, feeling a little embarrassed. What would Baldur think of him? Yelling at someone he didn't even know, even if it was in his own head.

~Sorry~

He sent to Linda, hoping she wouldn't get mad. His ear twitched as Panther and the human came out, and he heard the beams as they took the Borg away. He looked around apprehensively, expecting to be attacked again. But there was nothing, it was quiet.

He wished it was quiet in his mind though, he could still hear the chatter. It increased and became unfamiliar, then he felt... something. It moved around and then began seeping through the minor connection that he still had.

"They've... gone?"

He asked incredulously, dismissing it. Though for some reason he began to feel fearful...

[GBE]

((I'm waiting for DP's reply to this before I continue as Violet...))

Arnott leapt high as the drone fired off a laser towards Au'Mauri and Embri. He gulped as he turned to check that they were both all right. He turns back to the drone, having landed back on it, his tiny heart beating rapidly. "Hmm. Why are you not working?" As he's about to meddle again, he sees the other drones being re-collected. His eyebrow rises before he ducks and covers his head closing his eyes, expecting to be teleported.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooo!" A few seconds later as the beams stop, he slowly and carefully opens an eye, grateful to see that he's still on Blackstar and still in one piece. He looks at the borgs eye, which is now cracked. "Why didn't they take you back?" Grabbing the borg on the front, where lapels would otherwise be, he shakes the borg, although, this involved him doing a lot of moving around, with the borg barely moving, he puts on a James Mason voice, "Tell me damnit! Why don't you LIVE?! Why do you not return home! Why! Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy!"
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Collator saw the brief pause in the drone as he managed to briefly give it new commands, although they had been rapidly over-ridden by the drones main collective. Trying a new tack, he leaves a piece of data inside of the drones mind, masking his own individuality and hoping that the data tranferred successfully, "We are the Borg! Assimilation will achieve perfection. Resistance is futile!" all this said in a mimic of the drone's voice.

The temporary blank hopefully caused by one of the data's files would hopefully have cleared up as he began speaking, expecting its superiors to hear what he was saying. However the file coninued tranfering, as it was already implemented into the drones systems and in the cube's systems. He could provide the shutdown codes, but, he hoped they'd miss that fact, still seeing it as unstoppable...

[The Borg]

((GBE, we are confused. What is it exactly that you are trying to do with your cyborg?

As for the regeneration chamber, our nanites have been dispatched to seek out and destroy your nano-bots))

The single drone that Arnott had tried to shake and had yelled at does not move, or make a sound. It's optical sensor continues to slowly crack, and lines form in it's exposed robotic parts as they return to their original state, before being made into the alien alloy.

Strangely, it's body then also begins to shift, forming a suit out of it's own body parts. But the suit does not touch the mechanical, making it look unfinished.

The drone then sparks to life, perhaps as it's insides had broken down they caused just the right amount of circuits to connect to wake it up. It's single organic eye looks suddenly filled with pain and fear, and the worst of all things: Sanity.

The drone screams, it's voice strangely mixing mechanical sounds with normal sounds as the mechanical parts of it literally fall to pieces. A horrible sound that would grate across the nerves of anything that had them filled the entire room as it slowly began to die.

[drlupinmario]

Drlupinmario quickly starts up the ospray. Knowing that obviously the borgs will attempt to stop it or shoot it down, He lets anouther grendle pilot it to the Meeting house as he tries to get rid of any that would be on the ground via a weapon on the side.
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Subject: Drlupinmario
Rank: 5-Star General
Status: Alive/Wounded
Wounded at: Right leg, Right shoulder
% of Adrenalin: 61%
Other info: None/Classified