BY: GLADIATOR
Sulu
retired back to his quarters on Excelsior
after his meeting on Babylon 5. On
his way he could not help but think of all the enigmatic legends contained in
the book of G’quan. Pure myth he
wanted to believe, but the sketch of Excelsior
had been so precise.
He
looked out the viewport at the strange constellations, playing back the cycle of
events for the 8th time in his head. The
Borg cube, that’s what started it all. 
If
it came through a rift in space, could the attack on his ship have been a
mistake? But according to the book of G’quan, events were supposed to happen
this way. The paradoxes were
‘fascinating’, as a friend of his would say.
Sulu
blinked a few times as the stars out his viewport disappeared.
A dreadful fear came over him.
He
blinked again and their brightness was back.
He shook his head clear.
Only
a maintenance bot passing by his window...
Blasphemous
speculation, but he continued to postulate a theory. Perhaps the Borg, the Federation's mortal enemy, and with
whom he had a personal vendetta against were the solution to their crisis? 
Nonsense...but
wait. The Borg had conquered
thousands of civilizations, and assimilated billions of individuals.
The collective was a cornucopia of knowledge.
Yes, the hive mind could be the key to help finding an answer.
He turned from the window, was it the current folklore making him so
whimsical?
He
lay down on his bunk, and tried to fathom his next logical command decision.
His crew was counting on him. Somehow
their future felt fated, as if the entire ship was hurdling along some
predestined Downward Spiral.
Silently
he almost wished Captain Kirk and his friends from the Enterprise were here. Knowing
they were probably now involved and aware of his disappearance from normal space
helped reassure his fears...somewhat.
He slept with the light on.
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