" As long as they are not doing anything more than scanning us, let them be. We wouldn't want to appear aggressive to them." Yes, sir." We are the Bor...g. Resistance is futile. Your life as it has been is over. From this moment forward you will service...us. Your technological and biological distinctiveness shall be added to our own." Captain, the Borg cube has fired at us." Shields up. Return fire!" Sir, weapons are having no effect!" Rotate the frequencies!"Aboard the cube..."Federation vessel. It took three more hours for me to get there. As I neared the island I had to be careful of a reef that surrounded it. I finally found an opening through it and beached the boat not far from a stream that ran into the small lagoon. Say what you want about wines and so forth, that water was the Nectar of the Gods! I had never tasted anything so fine in my life.At first I just took a few sips and then sprawled out in it. I let its coolness wash over me. After so long I figured my skin could act. It simply stank in a good way, if that made any sense.Then he figured it out. Feet. The smell of stinky feet. The typical, cheesy and sweaty scent of some feet who had been sweating hard and being hardly washed. Gabriel breathed in deep. He loved this stench, this wicked reek; but the sheer strength of this particular draft was hard to take even for a deviant like him.Gabriel heard a voice, faintly, it sounded so far away. He could not make out words, but he soon remembered who it belonged to:. A dangerous move, exposing your back to your prey, but sometimes you just gotta live dangerously.Nice sword, I thought, looking at my Forsaken blade, for all its thinness, it stood solidly from the dead ogre's chest."Not even a quiver," I said."THIS is what you dream about?" A bright, cheerful voice asked from behind me.Sitting on a mound of cruelly sharp crystals was a familiar young woman in an orange dress. Her bare feet were undamaged by the sharp edges surrounding her."Hello, Briar," I.