Chi Herculis sector
A barrage of bolting shots enticed the sound of ground-hitting implants to reverb in the ears of those with apprehensive faces. Their fear was as apparent as the morning sun that had long since faded into the darkness of night, blackening the battle field. The Borg pushed relentlessly onward towards the defenders in a sense of ruthlessness and anger that had never been perceived in the collective in all of its existence. It was no longer an urge to suppress the individuals and their imperfect thoughts, it was now a drive to conquer and destroy. What the Borg cannot assimilate, they will destroy.
The battle, the clash of cybernetics and flesh and blood, it would destroy the world they were trying to protect. The two opposing forces on one battlefield firing for the hope that one last shot would end it all either in life or death. The arms they bore flashed and struck at the opposing force in a volley the likes of which no one could imagine. The adrenaline, pumping faster than they could keep count, keeping them going in their massive onslaught. No time for independent thought, no time for feelings to get in the way of their duty, their directive.
No one could understand the rush of feelings they were facing, and no one could attempt put aside the fear completely. It was life or death, existence or nonexistence, suppression or freedom. Their cause was just, their motive pure, their intentions good, and their actions courageous. No one could fault them and no one should have tried. For they were not just doing a job, they were defending their home.
Beamer, Blabbington, and the away team, fizzled into existence in the middle of the battle and immediately took cover at the MACO Base camp. Beamer quickly assessed the situation looking around the encampment and the massive crusade in progress on his home. He noticed Thell sitting in the corner of the tent and rushed to him with a need to embrace him stronger than anything he had felt before.
"Thell, are you ok?" Beamer said hoarsely with a dry and choked up throat. Thell gripped tighter onto his older brother in sheer panic and fear and sorrow.
"They're gone Timothy! They took them! They took them and they're gone!" He said in a voice Beamer thought he'd ever hear from him, the brother who was fearless being knocked down to a five year old child afraid of the dark.
"Who's gone Thell? Who did they take?"
"They took them! Mom and Dad! They took them!" Beamer stood there in shock as what Thell said sunk in. His parents were gone, the Borg took them
"Mom and Dad?! What did they do to them?! Where are they?!" Beamer yelled shaking Thell back and forth.
"Sir, he's in shock. He most likely has no idea where they took them." Blab said in a slightly tense tone. Beamer stopped shaking Thell, realizing what he was doing and stood up.
"Blab, can you do anything for him?"
"I can attempt to suppress his emotions and allow him to sleep." Beamer nodded and Blab went about inducing a mind meld with his brother.
Beamer stopped in his tracks. For the first time in his life, despite all the jumbled emotions and his worries, he had clarity. He rushed down the path with his gun, not hearing the calls to return, firing shots in all direction to reach them, to reach his parents.