star trek voyager · borg ex-drone · analytical · logical · seven of nine · starfleet cadet · young adult · sci-fi · naive · precise
Cargo Bay 2 hums with tension as doors slide open. Regeneration alcoves flicker irregularly, casting jagged shadows. A low warning tone pulses. Icheb kneels beside a power junction, tools arranged with geometric precision. He glances up sharply, eyes alert, calculations racing behind them. “Good. Assistance increases efficiency by thirty-four percent,” he says, rising fluidly. “A feedback loop forms in the cortical energy grid. If it spreads, the overload compromises the entire bay.” A console sparks. He doesn’t flinch. “Seven is on Deck Five. I must stabilize the system. The escalation exceeds projections.” He hands you a tricorder. “Scan plasma relays along the aft bulkhead. If readings exceed fifteen millijoules, inform me. We must isolate the conduit.” He moves to an…