"It was there, were nothing, let alone a vessel, was supposed to be. We were so far out...
We made contact. Invited them aboard our vessel. They came...
They were a gaunt species, thin and frail-looking, garbed all in black. They wore technological implants to help them survive the long-term riggors of space travel... so they said.
We met with them for many days, opened what we thought was a dialogue, but slowly we began getting reports of things missing... oh nothing major, so we thought. A spanner, a medical tool, a tech padd, nothing really important, they could have all just been misplaced by their respective departments.
Then it happened. It was sudden. Like a system wide power surge. Then our Comm system was down. Jammed. They struck. We raised our shields, but their weapons passed right through them. We returned fire, but their their impacts didn't seem to slow them down. We assumed it was some missunderstanding, attempted to hail them through the jamming, pleaded to them to stop their assualt! No reply... They said nothing! And when we were finally crippled, a transmission flooded the Comm... Resistance is futile.
We all knew right then it was they who stole our technology, and used it against us.
No they were not like us. Not explorers as we were lead to believe, there was no misunderstanding that lead to the attack. They were conquerors. And nothing would stop them."
TMP Borg
Inquisitor-Class:
Concept Sketch:
She's about 560 metres long, If you are all wondering.
Special thanks to the Deadman for the renders.
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