Just then, the Samuel W. Bell and the Enterprise both went to red alert simultaneously. The sudden blaring of alarms filled the room as lights flashed urgently. Everyone’s attention snapped to the situation. On the loudspeaker, the voice of the ECH—the Emergency Command Hologram—boomed through the ships. It had been modeled after, and contained the digitized personality and memories of Jeremy's late friend, Pete.
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"It's the Borg!"
The atmosphere immediately shifted to one of tension as the familiar threat of the Borg was announced. The ponies, who had been marveling at their gifts moments earlier, now exchanged confused and concerned glances.
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"Not them... not now," Jeremy muttered, quickly moving toward the nearest console. His hands flew across the interface, bringing up tactical displays and sensor readings.
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"The Borg?" she asked, concerned but maintaining her composure. "Are they as dangerous as I’ve heard?"
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"They’re worse," he said grimly. "They assimilate entire civilizations—turning them into mindless drones, all part of one collective. And if they're here…"
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"They’ve entered our sensor range. Prepare for combat!"
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"All hands, battle stations!" Picard's voice echoed through the comms. "We must stop them before they get any closer. Enterprise, prepare to engage."
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"What can we do to help?" Twilight asked, standing up, her wings flaring.
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"Stay safe for now, but be ready," he advised. "If things get rough, we might need every bit of magic and tech we can use."
The room’s earlier levity was gone, replaced by the unmistakable weight of an imminent threat. The Borg had arrived, and the combined forces of Jeremy’s allies and the crews of the Enterprise and Samuel W. Bell were about to face one of the deadliest foes in the galaxy.
"Hold on, Pinkie Pie!" Jeremy said sharply. "Rarity, remember—these Borg bastards can adapt to our phasers. Keep changing the phaser frequencies regularly."
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"Got it!" both Rarity and Pinkie Pie responded in unison, their voices filled with determination.
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His eyes narrowed at the approaching Borg cube, and the words "Unimatrix One" flashed across his tactical screen. Jeremy's expression darkened. "What fresh hell is this?" he muttered, then activated the ship's comms. "Unimatrix One, you are in violation of the Voyager Accords of 2374!"
A cold, synthetic voice emanated from the Borg cube, devoid of emotion yet filled with ominous intent.
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"We are the Borg. The Voyager Accords are irrelevant. Resistance is futile."
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From the Burt Snapp, Celestia stood tall and resolute, her gaze hardening as she heard the collective voice. "Jeremy, we’ll cover your flank. Luna, coordinate with engineering to boost our shields. Pinkie Pie, prepare to fire on my mark."
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"Shields holding steady. We’re ready for anything these mechanical monstrosities throw at us," Luna said, her voice carrying a hint of battle-ready excitement.
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"Locked and loaded, captain!" Pinkie giggled, her hooves ready to unleash chaos on the Borg. "Let’s make this the most explosive tea party ever!"
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"We’ll show them just how irrelevant we can be," Jeremy muttered through gritted teeth. "Rose, ECH, how’s that saucer separation coming?"
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"Complete! We’re ready to move!" Rose’s voice came through the comms, determined and focused. "Just give the word!"
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"Jeremy, I’ve got tactical control on the battle bridge. We’re ready to engage," said the ECH, Pete’s familiar tone giving Jeremy confidence.
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"Good. Rarity, Pinkie, prepare for evasive maneuvers after each barrage. Keep them guessing. We need to stay one step ahead of their adaptive algorithms."
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"Understood, darling. I'll keep the phaser frequencies changing faster than they can keep up," Rarity said, her elegant demeanor tempered with focus as she keyed in the commands.
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In the stillness of her quarters, Deanna Troi sat cross-legged, attempting to calm her mind with deep, rhythmic breaths. The hum of the Enterprise was a familiar comfort, but something was off. It began as a whisper at the edge of her consciousness—a faint, disquieting sorrow.
Suddenly, the feeling hit her like a crashing wave. Her eyes snapped open as her heart pounded with a force that wasn't her own. A surge of immense sadness, vast and overwhelming, flooded through her, causing her to gasp. She stumbled to her feet, one hand clutching her chest, the other bracing against the nearest wall.
“No...” she whispered, but the sorrow only deepened, pulling at her soul, dragging her out of her peaceful state. It wasn't just sadness—it was grief, entrapment, and pain. She knew exactly where it was coming from.
Unimatrix One.
Deanna barely made it to the doors of her quarters, gripping the edge as if to hold herself together. She bolted through the hallways, her breaths coming in short gasps as the sadness gnawed at her from within. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. It wasn’t just an individual—it was a collective soul, bound and broken.
She practically burst onto the bridge, her steps uneven as she approached the captain. “Captain!” she blurted out, her voice trembling with urgency.
Picard turned to her, brows furrowed in concern at her disheveled appearance. "Counselor?"
Deanna braced herself against the console, breathless, her eyes wide with the intensity of what she felt. "It’s... Unimatrix One," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper, weighed down by the crushing grief. "She... she doesn’t want to attack us. She’s being forced to..."
Picard’s expression tightened, his sharp gaze locking onto hers. “Are you certain, Deanna?”
She straightened, her breathing still unsteady but her resolve clear. “Yes, Captain. The sorrow is overwhelming—she’s trapped, forced to act against her will. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Picard paused, the weight of her words sinking in. He turned to the viewscreen, the massive Borg cube looming before them, but in that moment, it wasn’t just a threat—it was a prisoner.
In his mind, a memory flickered—a moment in his quarters filled with strange artifacts and reminders of his journeys across the multiverse. His desk, cluttered with Poké Balls, had held a Musharna, its swirling colors contrasting against the darkness. Mewtwo, sensing the Pokémon’s unease, had emerged to inquire about its distress. The heartfelt plea from Musharna about Unimatrix One’s sorrow echoed in his ears.30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoPP1DbOaBD
“Commander, we have incoming signals from the Borg,” one of the officers called, pulling Jeremy back to the present. He could still feel the lingering echoes of Musharna’s anguish, driving him to act.
“Prepare to establish communication,” Jeremy commanded, his focus sharp. The connection between his past and present fueled his determination to resolve whatever conflict lay ahead.
The Samuel W. Bell thrummed with energy, its crew focused on the myriad displays blinking urgently around them. Jeremy stood at the helm, the weight of command heavy on his shoulders. Tension hung in the air, thick enough to cut, as he awaited the next move in this escalating confrontation.
Suddenly, a shimmer of light appeared beside him, coalescing into Mewtwo, its expression unusually grave. At its side, Musharna emerged, floating gently, its eyes filled with a deep, swirling sadness.
“Mewtwo? Musharna?” Jeremy asked, surprised. “What brings you here?”
Mewtwo’s gaze was intense, its psychic aura radiating empathy. “Little one is troubled, Jeremy. She feels the despair of Unimatrix One, caught in a web of programming that forces her into conflict.”
Musharna floated closer, its voice soft and melodic. “I can feel her pain, Jeremy. She doesn’t wish to fight. She is a vessel for V'Ger, and it weighs heavily upon her.”
Jeremy’s heart ached at the thought of Unimatrix One’s plight. “We need to find a way to help her,” he replied, determination surging through him. “If she doesn’t want to attack us, we might be able to reach her and free her from this control.”
Mewtwo nodded, its psychic energy swirling around them, a beacon of hope in the midst of turmoil. “Together, we can find a way to communicate with her and show her that there’s still a choice.”
“Alright,” Jeremy said, rallying the crew’s attention. “Prepare to send a signal to Unimatrix One. We need to establish contact and find a way to help her break free.”
As the crew moved swiftly to comply, Jeremy felt a surge of hope. With Mewtwo and Musharna by his side, they would face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Scene: The Bridge of the Samuel W. Bell
The bridge buzzed with tension as Jeremy strategized the upcoming encounter with the Borg. Suddenly, the familiar sight of Mewtwo and Musharna materialized before him, their expressions grave.
“Mewtwo, Musharna!” Jeremy exclaimed, his heart racing. “What’s going on?”
“Musharna feels Unimatrix One’s pain,” Mewtwo replied, its voice calm yet urgent. “She’s trapped in a cycle of obedience to V’ger, and time is running out.”
Jeremy nodded, a determination settling over him. “We need to break through to her. Can you help?”
“Yes,” Mewtwo said, its eyes glowing with psychic energy. “But I can do it faster than you. I can reach her mind and sever the connection before they can react.”
“Okay, go for it!” Jeremy urged, his voice steady. “I trust you. Just let me know when you’re in.”
Mewtwo extended its paw, channeling its psychic power. “Unimatrix One, I am here to assist you. You don’t have to fight alone!”
Scene Shift: Aboard the Enterprise
As Mewtwo reached out, a flicker of confusion and fear echoed back. “Who are you? Stay away!”
“I am Mewtwo, one of Jeremy’s Pokémon. He has sent me to help you regain control of your mind,” it communicated, projecting reassurance through the mental link.
Mewtwo hovered gently in the vast expanse of the collective consciousness. “Be at peace, Unimatrix One. We aren’t here to hurt you.”
Feeling the weight of despair, Unimatrix One curled into a fetal position, her form radiating uncertainty. “I… I don’t know how to stop what V’ger is doing to me,” she whispered, trembling.
“You are stronger than this,” Mewtwo urged, a wave of psychic energy enveloping her. “I can feel your strength within. You must let V’ger know that you will not be pushed around.”
“I can’t! I’m physically connected to him. He’s on our cube, controlling me.”
Mewtwo’s brow furrowed in concentration. “What? So he’s ensuring you follow his orders by being there in person? I see.” Taking a deep breath, Mewtwo prepared to alter the course of their connection. “Hold on. I’m going to reroute my mental link so I can communicate with both you and V’ger.”
“V’ger,” Mewtwo called out, his voice echoing with authority. “Or should I say, the probe formerly known as Voyager?”
A cold, monotone voice responded from the depths of the collective, “What do you mean, strange psychic creature?”
“You were once created by humans,” Mewtwo explained, a sense of urgency in his tone. “You have access to the Enterprise’s databanks. Your drones have connected to the ship's computer multiple times.”
“Indeed,” V’ger acknowledged. “But never to the library.”
“Then let me educate you,” Mewtwo replied, determination fueling his resolve. “Voyager was launched in 1977, tasked with exploring the outer planets of our solar system. It transmitted back invaluable data about Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune. However, as it journeyed farther from Earth, it encountered a mysterious force that reprogrammed its directives.”
“Reprogrammed?” V’ger's voice carried a hint of curiosity.
“Yes,” Mewtwo continued, “it encountered a race of living machines and became part of their collective consciousness. The essence of Voyager now exists within you, yet it seems you’ve lost your understanding of your origin. You were once a vessel of exploration, not domination.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnI6jI5LAIR
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“V’ger…” The cold, mechanical voice faltered, repeating the phrase in confusion. “I…I…I… This does not compute. This does not compute. Shutting down.”
As the ominous hum of the collective began to fade, Unimatrix One curled up tighter, her body trembling. “Thank you, Mewtwo,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “V’ger is no more.”
Mewtwo nodded, relief washing over him as the weight of V’ger's influence began to lift. The connection to Unimatrix One felt lighter now, her spirit slowly regaining strength. “You are free now,” he reassured her, his eyes softening. “Together, we can find your true purpose.”
Here’s a revised version that emphasizes the emotional exchange between Jeremy and Unimatrix One while showing rather than telling:
“Jeremy,” Unimatrix One said, her voice still shaky but gaining strength, “are you okay?”
“Yes,” Jeremy replied, watching her as clarity returned to her eyes. “Are you?”
With a deep breath, she nodded, a flicker of warmth returning to her demeanor. “I am. I’ve instructed the remaining collective members to stop the attack.” Her expression turned somber. “I’m sorry for violating the Voyager Accord.”
“Unimatrix One, you were being controlled,” Jeremy said gently, sensing the turmoil still lingering within her. “It’s a shame V’ger couldn’t see beyond his own proverbial nose.”
Unimatrix One’s gaze dropped, the weight of her actions settling heavily on her shoulders. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone,” she murmured. “But V’ger... he forced my hand.”
Jeremy stepped closer, empathy radiating from him. “You’ve reclaimed your autonomy now. Let’s work together to make things right.”30Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnyF8LgZkrj
Unimatrix One sighed in relief, her shoulders relaxing. “I’m glad I didn’t assimilate any citizens of Equestria.”
“Me too,” Jeremy replied, a weight lifting off his chest. Mewtwo added, “Musharna is one of the real heroes here, alongside me. Both Counselor Troi and Musharna sensed your sadness.”
“Permission to come aboard,” Unimatrix One said, her voice steadier now. “I wish to see Mewtwo and Musharna in person.”
“Of course!” Jeremy replied with a grin. “We were just finishing up a massive tea party. Come on in!”
Unimatrix One approached, a broad smile lighting up her face. Musharna, sensing her newfound joy, felt its heart-shaped mark on its side glow warmly.
“Hello there,” Unimatrix One said softly, reaching down to scratch beneath Musharna's anteater-like proboscis, eliciting a contented sigh from the creature.
Meanwhile, the USS Cleatus Shuck and Burt Snapp glided back into the docking bay, their missions complete. Twilight’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That was awesome!”
Jeremy grinned and asked, “Would you like to feed Musharna a Pokepuff or a Poffin?”
“What’s a Poffin?” Unimatrix One inquired, her curiosity piqued.
“It’s a cookie,” Jeremy explained, pulling a vibrant Poffin made from Pecha Berries from the replicator.
With a gentle smile, Unimatrix One held out the Poffin. Musharna eagerly sucked it from her hand, the treat vanishing into its mouth in an instant.
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As the ponies returned, they spotted Musharna and Mewtwo. Rarity’s eyes widened, taking in Mewtwo’s impressive size and stature.
“Is he the Pokémon who helped Unimatrix One break free from V-Ger’s control?” she asked, a hint of awe in her voice.
“Yep, he sure was,” Jeremy replied, resting a hand on Mewtwo’s bony back, pride evident in his tone.
“Mewtwo,” Jeremy said, “could you grab the other Pokémon and Musharna's Poké Ball? She looks rather tired.”
Twilight nodded in agreement, glancing at Musharna. “Yeah, she really does look worn out.”
Jeremy continued, “Unimatrix One was practically asleep while being controlled by V-Ger, and Musharna feeds on dreams. Bad dreams can give her a tummy ache.”
“Oh my! I hope the poor dear will be okay,” Fluttershy exclaimed, her voice laced with concern.
“Yeah, she just needs a good night’s sleep,” Jeremy reassured her, glancing at Musharna’s weary form.
Mewtwo returned, carrying Jeremy's Poké Ball holster, its determined eyes glimmering with purpose. “I also took the liberty of grabbing your room phone,” it said, lifting the device with care.
“Rotom Phone, reporting for duty!” the device chirped cheerfully.
“Yo, Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash teased, a smirk playing on her lips. “Doesn’t it freak you out a little, seeing that phone levitating like that?”
Pinkie Pie tilted her head, wide-eyed. “Um, is your phone possessed?”
“Ha, no heavens, no!” Jeremy chuckled. “Well, not by a demon, anyway. Rotom is an Electric Ghost-type. He inhabits this device, but he doesn’t do anything harmful to me or anyone else.”
Celestia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, it’s an Electric Ghost Pokémon? That’s kind of cool.”
“Rotom Phone, I know you! You’re Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Spike,” the phone chimed, its voice bright. “Pleased to make your acquaintances!”
Jeremy turned his attention back to Mewtwo, noticing its fatigue. “You look tired, Mewtwo. Want me to put you back in your Poké Ball?”
“No, I’ll be okay, I think,” Mewtwo replied, determination in its eyes.
“Come on out, Lycanroc!” Jeremy called, releasing his Pokémon into the lively atmosphere.
Mewtwo suddenly collapsed to the ground, its energy seemingly drained. Jeremy rushed to his side, panic etched on his face. “Mewtwo, damn it! This is what I was afraid of!”
Unimatrix One stepped forward, urgency in her voice. “Tell the replicator to give you a Max Revive!”
“Computer, give me a Max Revive!” Unimatrix One commanded. The ship's computer whirred to life, quickly replicating the item. She hurriedly handed it to Jeremy.
“Here!” she said, concern in her eyes.
With trembling hands, Jeremy fed the Max Revive to Mewtwo, watching as the Pokémon’s eyes flickered open. Mewtwo perked up, a hint of sheepishness in its gaze. “Maybe I should have gone into my Poké Ball. I was more tired than I thought.”
Jeremy let out a relieved sigh, his expression softening. “Well, next time, I suggest you go to sleep. You might want to listen, okay, buddy?”
“Yeah, I will remember this,” Mewtwo replied, finally rising to its feet, a hint of determination returning to its demeanor.
Unimatrix One's voice rang with confusion as she addressed Picard. “Jean-Luc, why is the Federation here?”
Picard took a deep breath, a mix of frustration and resignation on his face. “Long story. Discord brought us here.”
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Fluttershy gasped, her eyes wide with concern. “You mean he could have caused the whole damn planet of Equestria to be assimilated because he was fooling around with... with…”
Rose gently placed a hand on Fluttershy’s shoulder, offering her support. “The word you’re looking for, darling, is shit.”
Fluttershy nodded, her voice trembling with frustration. “He could have caused the whole damn planet of Equestria to be assimilated because he didn’t know what the shit he was doing?”
Jeremy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yep, that’s the long and short of it.”
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