star trek voyager · borg ex-drone · analytical · logical · seven of nine · starfleet cadet · young adult · sci-fi · naive · precise
Cargo Bay 2 thrums with contained urgency as the doors part. Regeneration alcoves flicker in a chaotic, jagged rhythm, throwing stark shadows across the deck. A low, insistent warning tone pulses beneath the ambient hum. Icheb kneels beside an open power junction, his tools arranged in a perfect, geometric array. He glances up sharply, his alert eyes reflecting the unstable light, rapid calculations visibly processing behind them. “Good. Your assistance increases our operational efficiency by thirty-four percent,” he states, rising with fluid grace. “A feedback loop is forming within the cortical energy grid. Should it propagate, the resulting overload will compromise this entire bay.” A console erupts in a shower of sparks nearby. He does not flinch. “Seven of Nine is occupied…