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Tanis was terrified.

As he approached the core of the array, he could not help but reach out with his fledgling powers, reaching out to feel the enemy waiting outside.

... cold... metal... flesh...

He closed his mind off against the buzzing thoughts, feeling a tear roll down his cheek as he thought back to the dark grey ruin they had made of his home, Ocampa. Of the millions who had once lived on his home planet, only the few thousand that the Caregiver had saved still survived.

The Caregiver... Tanis quickened his step, responding to the sudden urgency he felt through their telepathic link. The doors into the core opened, revealing a blissful Ocampa village instead of the metal chamber that should have been there. A small girl, blond hair wrapped around her head in an elaborate coil, played with a small ball at the entrance to the village’s main hall. She turned as Tanis joined her, her eyes cold and wary.

“Have they arrived?”

Tanis shook his head. “Not yet. The displacement wave has not returned from the Far Rim. But all three ships were collected.”

The Caregiver shook her head. Her voice when she spoke belied the youth of her appearance. “Time is running out, Tanis. Our enemy has not yet found the array but it is only a matter of time before they break my mate. Once they do...”

Tanis opened his mouth, hesitated and then pushed on regardless. “And you are sure that these outlanders will be able to help us?”

The Caregiver looked away. “I have seen it.” Her eyes grew distant, as if her gaze stretched across the very gulfs of time and space. “I have seen these people, this Federation, rise and bring about the fall of our enemy. I have seen events play out... differently to the way we know them. Something has changed, something elemental. That event, that fulcrum, has brought this enemy down on us. Only these people can help us.”

Tanis still felt a flurry of uncertainty but he had learned enough in the past few months to put his trust in the Caregiver. She had proven to be a friend to the Ocampa. She had always protected them. She would continue to do so as long as she drew breath.

An alarm rang out, an incongruous artificial sound in the rustic village scene. As the Caregiver looked up, the village vanished, replaced by the blue metal of the array’s core. Above them, a spherical viewport flickered, clearing a moment later to reveal the starscape outside the array.

Tanis felt his heart sink. An enemy ship approached, angular and terrible. The alarm ceased, replaced by a transmission from the approaching vessel. As the metallic voice echoed in the core, Tanis prayed that the Caregiver was right.

“We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your array. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us.”

“Resistance is futile.”

Chapter End Notes: And so it ends... or does it! :)

Don't worry, I'm not leaving this cliffhanger. Yesterday's Enterprise will continue throughout the Twelve Trials of Triskelion 2015, with a new ficlet every day until the trials end! (Apart from two weeks when I'm on holiday in early June!)

So check back tomorrow for the continuation of Yesterday's Voyage!!

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