"Very, Very Bad Things"

  Brownstone and Moe Eskie stared slack jawed as the space/time vision shimmered and faded before their minds' eyes.

  The MongoFuckingShitAssImmenseBattle for Twycross (as it would later be known) had been an amazing sight to see...almost on the same level as the GigantuanMegaFuckHugeOmniBattle for the Continuum had been (whew!).

  "Damn Moe!  That was incredible!  Did you see the size of that huge black ship...WOAH!" Brownstone was cut off by the temporal fluctuation sensors that had been installed after the Greys had fucked with the past. 

  "Something ain't right! I'm reading a massive temporal wave...it's cascading across the entire Octom Fleet!"

  "I see it boss.  Trying to get a PastFix...looks like someone is affecting the Octom in the distant past...perhaps an enemy who thinks that by influencing the Octom of the past that-"

  Moe was cut off as the Temporal Cascade Effect Wave enveloped their flagship...the Octom were no more...but in their place was something worse...

  The ships orbiting Twycross were so numerous now that they were almost 1 au in diameter.  Kirk was preparing to beam more troops and weapons onto the Enterprise-D.

  "Spock, I know it'll be risky, but we've got to brave the Eclipse's firepower in order to drop off another contingent of men...we need Picard and the D if we're to have any hope of getting out of the rapidly degenerating mess..."

  "It appears to be getting worse, Admiral," Spock stated, and Kirk thought he almost heard fear in the Vulcan's voice.  "Reading an unknown type of hyperspace jump/folding that is so immense that it is off the scale..."

  Spock trailed off as billions upon billions of vessels appeared, eclipsing the sun and stars, and even black space itself.  Sunlight and starlight began flickering in surreal motion as the exponentially increasing gravity well of the fleet warped the very fabric of space, bending the light waves/particles.

  Spock regained his composure a bit, and reported again.  "Jim, those ships almost appear to have Borg subspace signatures...but the vessel configuration is totally foreign for the Borg...and there are far too many...

  Spock trailed off for the second time in half a minute when a booming voice erupted from the comm speakers of every ship around Twycross.

"I am Brownstone of Octorg.  You will be assimilated.  Resistance is futile."

"Awff.... how much worse can this get?" asked Kirk rhetorically.

A hollow, metallic croaking sound basked the bridge as the first Borg Deep One materialized on the ship.  With its hunched form and grotesquely aquatic features, the thing would look horrible enough.  With a prosthetic arm and Borg implants jutting out of its bulky, misshapen head, the Deep One looked so menacing that Uhura and even Chekov fainted.

"This can't be happening..." was all Kirk could muster.

  "Cthulhu Fhtagn!" came the hoarse, metallic, harmonic reply.

  Kirk's mind was swimming...after what he'd just seen on the Enterprise-B, he was teetering on the edge of lunacy.  That message from the B must have been a warning from an alternate timestream of the coming of the Octorg.  A fleet with the Octom's numbers, Borg technology, and the power of Cthulhu and the Deep Ones behind it...

  A mental image of Cthulhu, bristling with Borg implants and gibbering metallically in the bowels of an Octorg mothership tore through his mind.  Kirk fought back the urge to start crying, and instead vomited.  Now he knew why his double on the Enterprise-B had clawed his own eyes out...

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