With the sibilant hiss of a transporter Ensign Evangeline Miller was snatched from her cabin aboard the U.S.S. Khagan, the confused and half-dressed shuttle pilot stumbling as she appeared in a cube-shaped room. Its walls were bare metal, with pulsating tubes running from ceiling-to-floor, and the pair of armoured humanoids standing before the pilot acted in synchronicity, pushing her back into an open coffin-shaped container.
The container sealed itself with a clang, plunging Miller into a pitch-black darkness. Without light she was unable to see the tide of nanites being released into the container, swirling around her and slowly combining into more solid objects. The toes of her stocking-clad left foot being encased in metal made Miller gasp, inhaling scores of the tiny robots, and she began struggling, not realising that it was already too late.
As the nanites infesting her body multiplied Miller's bronzed skin was leached of colour, veins and arteries standing out in black against the pallid grey, and her emerald-hued eyes turned dull. With explosive pops a cybernetic implant tore through the flesh of her right hand, shaped to work as a control panel when the fist is clenched, and nanites coalesced to form an energy cannon sprouting from her fore-arm.
The assimilation process took another minute, the final nanites turning into armour that shrouded her physique, and when the container was opened a Borg drone stepped out, lifting her weapon-arm as she was caught in the grip of another transporter.
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