by E. L. Zimmerman
Though they tried, the Lemm couldn’t remember the last time they had witness this kind of action and drama on the gloomy planet Besaria … and they weren’t about to miss out on the entertainment. Rashly abandoning their science ports in favor of witnessing the spectacle that was the ensuing brawl between the two female Voyager-Lemm, the Gallenians cautiously circled Seven and B'Elanna, giving the mortal combatants a wide berth.
Wiping blood from the corner of her mouth, Seven nodded once at her crewmate.
"Your right hook is highly efficient."
Panting, sweat dripping down her ridged forehead, B'Elanna found the energy for a smirk. "That's ... that’s what Tom tells me, too."
"Understood," Seven replied, carefully sauntering around her opponent very, very slowly. "From what I’ve read of Klingon mating rituals, such behavior would be … predictable."
Smiling, the half-Klingon tried, "You know what they say. You only hurt the ones you love."
Again, B’Elanna lunged.
Ducking, avoiding another blinding right hook, Seven instinctively parried with an uppercut of her own, this one catching B'Elanna square in her lower ribs. The half-Klingon twitched, spitting blood, her body raised slightly into the air from the force of the Seven’s blow. Gasping, the lieutenant closed her eyes, shifting her weight so that she would tumble forward …
… pouring all of her weight directly into an unsuspecting Seven of Nine.
Intertwined, the two of them fell atop one another on the cold stone floor, and a raucous cheer erupted from their Lemm audience.
Reacting, B'Elanna tore her arms free of the grapple and pushed herself up off her crewmate, somersaulting head-over-heels across the hard stone floor. Exhausted, she landed on her back and lay perfectly still for several seconds.
"Nice ... hook ... yourself," she spat, trying to catch her breath.
Suddenly, the two of them heard the shuffling of angry footsteps, and they raised their heads to see the drones appeared from every possible direction. The sentries pushed their way through the gathered Lemm, and the workers scattered about the chamber but didn’t return to their workstations. Instead, they stood watching as the Borg shoved their way toward the front of the spectacle. The small army marched over to the fallen duo, taking up positions around the two Voyager-Lemm.
Then, each drone raised a prosthetic, and the blades whirred to life, whining in the silence from the pause in the battle.
"This behavior will cease at once!" Krynn demanded, taking his place at the front of the drones. His face was still dripping with blood from the open wounds inflicted upon his by B’Elanna.
‘He’ll be recovering from a few of those for quite some time,’ she mused, smiling to herself.
"What’s the matter with you, Krynn?" B’Elanna barked, forcing herself up on one elbow, facing the drone.
"You are to be exterminated," he explained.
"Krynn," the lieutenant tried, tasting the flesh blood on her lips, "you’re not man enough ... to come in here and stop me yourself?"
"Voyager-Lemm B’Elanna Torres and Seven of Nine," Krynn stated, stepping forward, stopping near their fallen duo. "As I have stated, your lifesigns are to be terminated immediately."
Everyone turned to the wall of monitors.
Faithfully, a single Gallenian-Lemm had stayed at his post. Half-standing, half-sitting, he perched in front of an active viewscreen. B’Elanna squinted, but she couldn’t make out what he was watching. The Gallenian pressed an earpiece to his triangular head, obviously monitoring some communication.
"The Voyager has been invaded by the Borg!" he shouted.
"What?" Krynn asked.
"The One is under attack!" the Lemm continued, his expression clearly one of pure ecstasy.
Impulsively, Seven rocketed to her feet.
Reaching down, she pulled B'Elanna up, as well ... so hard, in fact, B’Elanna felt her shoulder dislocate. She winced at the red-hot pain, and, screaming, she rolled her shoulder and heard the ‘pop’ of the joint snapping back into its rightful place.
Together, Seven and B’Elanna considered the wall of Borg - perhaps thirty drones - before them.
Suddenly, B'Elanna Torres did the one thing she had personally vowed to never do in her life.
She took charge.
"Let's get 'em!" she screamed.
Much to her surprise, Seven and the Gallenian-Lemms joined in the charge at the unsuspecting Borg.