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Post by Lt Seirtuk on Jul 14, 2012 13:18:43 GMT -5
"IT seems that even after 15 years away from Starfleet, the raising of my daughter Savak, cannot end my constant entanglements with th Borg. It seems that Admiral Mogan carries a Child . That child seems to be a prize thatthe Borg must have." With more to say But lackng the words at the moment Closes the logs. " Computer I will Continue this later Code Seirtuk 5 0f 7"
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Post by Lt Seirtuk on Jul 28, 2012 13:18:27 GMT -5
Many years ago shortly after I had been brought back from the hold of the Borg and, my only escape was Uni-matrix01 I met a doctor who was experimenting with the Borg Nanites in doing so he altered them. Sometime later Those Borg nanites within me took control as they continuously received messages from the Borg even in through great distances. They had to be shut down anyone knowing anything of a former drone knows that one who has been a drone for sometime depends on what they do to the body they supply all my energy therefore, I never eat not drink. I am unsure of the process he used to alter them I do know that i the opaque and green tent to my skin has been replaced by a healthy human pink tent. I have been wanting doing experiments of my own as a possible weapon against the Borg but, I have lacked a supply .I will speak with the Commander about this Hopefully she and the Admiral will at least consider it
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Post by Lt Seirtuk on Sept 1, 2012 11:16:00 GMT -5
Shortly after I left my last assignment. I returned to earth I admit until that day 15 years ago I thought my life was through. That the Borg had taken All I once had and took it away. My Friends,My Life that being StarFleet , my mate and, all that meant so much to even what many thought to be a heartless Vulcan. What I found was the greatest gift life could ever be stow in someone. My daughter who was 8 human years of age at the time looked up to me with a smile that made my Vulcan heart or Borg inner workings I was not sure at the time.
You see her mother had left her alone not able to handle the trapings of being attached to a former Borg drone . Savak my daughter with her smile found my heart. that thing I believed was dead. With tears in her eyes she ask "Are you fgoing to leave me too?" I fell to my knees took her in both armsand held her tight. If as a Vulcan I had Tear ducts I too would have cried. That was 15 years ago. Some weeks ago now I watched as she went on her first assignment with Starfleet. I now often find that a large part of me it wher she is. A large part of me must ensure that She will not suffer at the hands of the Borg like I have. A large part of me wants to see every single Borg Destroyed.Today the took several of my Comrades aboard the Constitution. As a Vulcan I see the logic in their deaths, As a Former Drone I see the mercy in giving them their deaths yet, a part of me wants to save them give them return to them that which the Borg have taken away.
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