How We See Ourselves. (A Startrek Warhammer 40K crossover SI.)

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What happens when everyone's favorite omnipotent prankster gifts an average girl all the knowledge of the Borg and throws her in 40K.

Who knows?
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Chapter 1 Author's note.

Parth

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AN: So this is going to be my first fic and more or less me trying to get better at writing, so grab your favorite eye bleach and sit back and enjoy the ride, it starts slow and hopefully gets more interesting as time goes on.

AN2: This is an unofficial fanwork I do not have any affiliation with Games Workshop.


Chapter 1.

I want to scream. Seriously, the only thing that I want to do right now is scream, at the universe, at the giant cube floating beneath me, and at the certain someone whose name rhymes with Mew. Who I am 100% positive is responsible for my current situation, but I can't. The only thing I can do right now is curl up and clutch my head, while trying to cope with what has happened.

Matter antimatter reactors, transporters, phasers, photon torpedoes, Borg nanoprobes, cloaking devices, I see it all, I understand how it all works. Now if only my brain would stop showing me the schematics for everything at the same time.

"Here, allow me." Within moments the headache is gone, and all the information within my mind recedes. I don't have to look to know who's responsible for helping me, it's the exact same one who's responsible for putting me here in the first place.

"Thank you Q, that was overwhelming." Turning my body I look at the being floating next to me. Rather than wearing his trademark Star Fleet captain's uniform, Q is there wearing a simple T-shirt and sweatpants, the exact same outfit I'm currently wearing.

"Oh, it's my pleasure." The Omnipotent being states with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Rather than respond I turn back towards the cube, finally having a chance to look at it without being distracted.

"You know Q, these things are a lot bigger in person than they look on TV." Without having to think the exact schematics are in my mind, 3x3x3 km's, 27 cubic kilometers volume, maximum warp 9.98. Turning away, I address the omnipotent being again, "If the Federation knew half the information I knew, they'd be bowing before you begging you to rescue them."

"Would they? Or would they tell me to leave them alone? That they don't need my help, that they're capable of handling everything on their own?"

As much as I wanted it to be true I knew it wasn't the case, the federation would never accept the help of Q, "No, you're right, they would never accept your help, though is that because they're too arrogant, or because that is how they were written?"

Smiling, Q responds, "Ah, now you've hit the point, you have the meta knowledge to know everything about the Federation and the Borg. With the information I've given you, you know that the Borg's reason for not assimilating the Federation is because they're waiting for the right time, however out of universe you know it's because the plot demands the Federation survives."

I can only chuckle in response, "Is that your reasoning for tormenting Picard so? Because you know the truth?"

"Oh no, dear Parth, that's not the reason at all, I do want what's best for Picard and the Federation, even if they refuse my help."

"Alright, so tell me Q, is that why I'm here? Is that why you gave me every single piece of technical information the Borg know? So I can help them? So I can try and get them to wisen up?"

Looking at Q I can see how his expression changes, gone is the playful being who enjoyed games, in his place is the serious, ominous being capable of rending reality apart if he so chooses. A cold chill goes down my spine, and within my stomach, I feel only dread.

"No, your task is far simpler, but far more dangerous than trying to help the Federation. In fact, you could say it's going to be far more grimdark."

Before I could speak or even react Q snapped his fingers, and I disappeared in a flash of white light.

As I fly through the kaleidoscope of colours, I can do nothing but wait, and try and think of new insults to call Q. Despite what people believe when Q transports you, it's not instantaneous, or maybe it is and Q is just doing me a favour. Q's last words already told me where I was being sent, and despite not knowing exactly where I will land, I know where I am going, Warhammer 40K. Alone, and with the total collective knowledge of the Borg.

I'd scream, but I already did that for an hour or ten, not just because of where I was going, but because of Q's final 'gift'. Rather than ending up somewhere in 40K with only a t-shirt and sweatpants, he saw fit to change me into a Borg, but fortunately for me I guess he either held back on the modifications, or chose to be more subtle. Sure I have the armour, the shield generator, and the nanoprobes, but instead of the cyber zombies of Star Trek I look more or less like myself.

Having nothing better to do, I reflect on Q's final words to me, trying to figure out exactly what it is he wants me to do. A simple task, yet dangerous. At first glance it seemed to be one of the most unhelpful things in the history of unhelpful things.

However the more I think about it and my situation as a whole, the more I start to understand exactly what it is Q wants me to do. Before I can finish my thought I am engulfed in another brilliant white light.
 
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Chapter 2
The first thing that struck me wasn't the fact that I appeared a foot above the ground, or the fact that my vision looked funny, no what struck me the most was the smell. In my previous life, I worked many jobs, from cleaning septic tanks, working in a garbage dump, and so on. None of that even came close to the rank odor I was smelling right now, seriously with all that technology the Borg never thought to disable their drone's nose? I made a mental note to ensure that was something I fixed, ASAP.

Though the smell alone indicated to me that I most likely ended up in a hive city somewhere in the imperium, or more specifically the sump. Despite all things I thought to myself at least the Borg disabled the gag reflex, otherwise, I'd be puking my guts out from the smell.

It was at this moment that I finally noticed just how strange my vision looked, the knowledge in my mind telling me that this was a fairly simple but complex method of vision, rather than seeing infrared or amplifying light, it did something else, something that really makes my head hurt trying to think about. Suffice to say I could see and therefore I could enact my grand plan.

Getting to anywhere but here, have I mentioned the smell? Or that Q is a dick?

Walking along my mind worked on trying to remember any bit of information about hives that I could recall, I knew that the sump was the very lowest level of the hive, above it was the under hive and then above that the hive proper, I also knew that the sump despite everything did have residents, mutants, and worse, despite having walked for what must have been hours at best guess I didn't see a thing, which in the short term was good news, I knew that in the long term it probably meant that there was something down here that the locals were either killed by, enslaved by, or hiding from. Either way, it was more incentive to get to the under hive, at least there it shouldn't smell as bad.

Several hours later I think, for some reason drones don't have internal clocks, another thing I would have to fix, I found something that wasn't a pile of garbage, or a pool of sludge that I didn't want to think about, a ladder leading up, and up and up.

Have I mentioned that hives are really really big?


Finally, after climbing for what felt like days I made it to the top, I won't lie but collapsing to that dirty steel grate I found myself on was the most comfortable thing in the universe, laying there I resolved to never touch another ladder as long as I lived, seriously climbing vertical ladders suck, especially when there's no safety railings or any place to rest, I'm glad that I don't have a fear of heights.

Looking around from where I could lay I could see a closed hatch some ten feet away from me, then that and the ladder there was nothing on this platform, deciding that all things considered this is probably the "safest" spot I could find I decided to rest and finally finish what I was thinking about during my trip here.

Q sent me to the Warhammer 40K universe, he gave me every single bit of knowledge that the Borg knew and he transformed me into a borgfied version of myself, what exactly did he expect me to do here alone?

Reflecting back on our entire conversation, I started to pull pieces together, Q said that my task was going to be simple but very dangerous, OK I'm in 40K or possibly 30K while both were equally dangerous the exact dangers were extremely different. Necrons, Tau, Tyranids, even the imperium was a different beast in both, the Eldar on the other hand were pretty much the same in both.

He also said that my task was simple compared to what I stated, convincing the federation to change their ways because the Borg were that much of a threat.

What does that mean exactly? What exactly am I supposed to save the galaxy from? Chaos? The Orks? Necrons? Or... Aw crap.

There was no sudden inspiration, or anything like that, just the slowly dawning horror as to what I was supposed to save and from what.

Q wanted me to save the galaxy, from the one faction in 40K that was the closest thing to the Borg that exists.

The Tyranids.
 
Chapter 3
Laying here I have to say that I'm surprised by my own lack of well any reaction? I know that the average drone has emotional suppression, but I also know that I'm not just a normal drone, I'm different, and I also know that during my trip here I had emotional reactions, so why nothing now?

Did I already run out of shits to give? Or what? Either way, now that I know my goal I have to start trying to figure out how to well accomplish it.

For starters I can't stay here, on this platform, in this hive, or even on this planet, Tyranids will always have the advantage on a planet, space however is a different story, if I can survive long enough to get any sort of infrastructure that is.

Focusing I decided to start planning my goals.

Think of a new name for warp drive
Figure out how to get a space ship
figure out how to avoid dying
Figure out where I am and when I am.

Simple right? Well for starters I'm alone, and with only myself as a resource, even with just the knowledge I had I knew that the only thing I had was an edge, yes in star trek the Borg were nigh unstoppable, with the federation only ever being able to defeat single cubes, in 40K however, a single cube would be considered a Wednesday or depending on the situation may be a Tuesday.

Just going through the information in my mind I realized fairly quickly that the humble lasgun was far more of a threat to me than the phasers the federation loved, mostly because unlike the phaser which is designed to be a humane weapon the lasgun is designed for war. You could have a dozen phasers firing on a drone and if the drone has adapted to the phasers setting the drone will win.

However a dozen lasguns firing on the same drone will be able to brute force their way through the shield, the only method of adaptation I have to a lasgun is increasing power to my shields, which at some point my power will begin to deplete. Well Q did say that this was going to be dangerous.

Focusing back on the task at hand I decided that the warp drive's new name would be the rane drive, mostly to avoid confusion with the imperial warp drive and mostly to distance myself from the warp as much as possible.

At this point, I realized that it was only a matter of time before I was found by someone, if I wanted to avoid dying I had to get somewhere safer, unfortunately, the only place I could think of that would be safe is a ship in the middle of nowhere, with lots of shields and weapons to protect me.

Sure I could, in theory, sneak about an imperial ship but there were several problems with that idea, the first being that it would require me to go near the warp, and the second is that I would have to avoid detection at all costs, or risk getting killed or captured. I wasn't in the mood to see if any imperials would be willing to listen to me, or just flat out not try to shoot me on sight.

No, if I wanted a ship there was only one way I was going to be getting one, by using the information currently stored in my mind, and building one, a task that even without looking at the information I knew was impossible to complete on my own.

At this point, my mind also told me one thing, that in order to complete my objectives, I couldn't rely on asking for help, and getting whoever would volunteer, no, in order to get off-world there was only one option.

Assimilation.
 
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Chapter 4
Laying here resting in the dark my mind was still active, despite all the things that I could be thinking about I was focused on only one thought.

Assimilation.

In Star Trek assimilation is considered a fate worse than death, all sense of individuality is erased and you're forced to be a slave to the Borg, after Picard was rescued he never fully recovered from the experience. To the point that he very nearly was responsible for earth getting assimilated during the events of first contact.

I know this, yet I still have to ask myself why do I believe that this is the right choice? Because it is? Or because there are no other options?

Is there no other way? Or haven't I found one yet? All these questions and more were going through my mind, every time I tried to think of an answer more questions arose.

Enough I thought to myself, laying here doing nothing is not going to accomplish anything, you're not going to find another choice unless you get up and try to find another choice.

With that thought, I slowly moved to get up, once on my feet I stretched and prepared myself for what lay ahead.

The first thing I have to do is figure out how to open this hatch I thought to myself, looking at it it looked more like a bulkhead hatch you'd find on a submarine, only larger, by my reckoning a space marine terminator would be able to fit through without an issue.

Over to the side was a touch keypad, numbered one to nine with a zero on the bottom, exactly like you'd find in a hospital, or any secure area.

Now, what would the code be I wonder? Reaching forward I was about to press a number before I managed to stop myself, as I realized that if this hatch required an access code to open then chances are only certain ones could open it, without knowing the right code I could risk locking the hatch down, or worse alerting the mechanicus that someone was trying to open it.

Better not risk it I thought to myself, the last thing I need is to have to deal with the cargo cult.

However that still left the issue that I needed to open the hatch, my only other option was to climb back down the ladder into the garbage dump and try to find another way up, something that I was not keen on doing.

Now if I was a normal person this would be an issue, however, I'm not a normal person I'm Borg, and one of the things that the Borg specialize in is technology, or rather incorporating technology into their collective.

Making a fist I focused for a second and watched as my nanotubes appeared from the back of my hand, they entered into the keypad and injected nanoprobes, into it.

One minute and thirty-two seconds, that's the exact amount of time it took for my nanoprobes to hijack the touchpad and brute force the lock.

At one minute and thirty-four seconds, I used my left hand to facepalm, mainly because the code was 1234, well if anything that indicates that I must be here post heresy, no one else would be that dumb to use that as their code.

I also noted that despite my concerns the keypad wasn't connected to any sort of security system only a power source, meaning that I could have stood here pressing buttons all day and no one would have been the wiser.

Well, I guess that explains why Genestealers have such an easy time with their infiltration.

Opening the hatch I took my first steps into the under-hive.
 
Chapter 5
One of the nice things about being Borg is the inbuilt wireless connection, something that I used to close the hatch behind me with only a thought. Looking around I found myself in what could be best described as a maintenance corridor. Which based on the layer of dirt on the floor hadn't seen any traffic in a long time.

Unlike the sump which was pitch black, this corridor while still dark had something approaching lights, granted said lights were roughly 100 meters apart from each other but it was at least something, have exactly two choices I started walking left, without having anything better to do my thoughts turned back to assimilation.

While part of me accepted that I wouldn't have a choice but to assimilate people to survive, the other part couldn't help but wonder just why I immediately jumped to that option, I knew what assimilation meant, and I understood it in ways that very few could, was it the knowledge in my mind that was telling me that it was OK? Or something else? Focusing on the knowledge I had about it I realized something, assimilation didn't have to mean the complete erasure of self, it was completely possible to be part of a collective but remain an individual, providing said individual wanted to be part of the collective.

Seven of Nine was a good example of that, she could speak as a representative of the Borg, but didn't identify as an individual rather she identified as being Borg.

Was it a weak justification? Yes, it was, but honestly what else could I do? I couldn't steal a ship or even build one alone, Borg nanoprobes could do a lot but quite simply my body couldn't produce enough of them to build an FTL capable ship, not even a shuttle, no if I wanted to survive I would have to create a collective.

And judging by the noises I'm starting to hear that might be happening sooner rather than later.

For most people hearing what sounds awfully a lot like gunfire would be an indication that you should move away from the sound, however, in my case moving towards the sound meant that I was closer to civilization rather than nothing. Moving forward I noticed another hatch this one open crouching down I approached it as slowly and as quietly as I could no sense in making myself more noticeable than I need to be.

Upon reaching the hatch the first thing I noticed is why despite it being open no one seems to have traveled it in a long time. The entrance was about 15 feet above the nearest catwalk, with no ladder in sight.

Looking out at what appeared to be an industrial area the first thing I noticed was that there appeared to be three distinct groups, the second thing noticed is that two of the groups were wearing crude armor and were armed with if I'm not mistaken were AK-47's or some variant of them.

I guess even in the grim darkness of the far future Mikhail Kalashnikov's rifle was still useful. The third group was the one that I took a special interest in, instead of crude metal armor and AK's, they were wearing what looked to be custom and very expensive carapace armor, their weapons as well were custom jobs, hell guns, bolters, and at least one had what looked like a plasma gun, a fact that was confirmed as the one carrying it fired vaporizing some cover that one of the gangers was hiding behind.

Based on the laughter coming from the third group I had my suspicions as to who they were.

Spire hunters, young nobles, or as I'm going to call them from now on, Fucking High Riders.

Ones who live in luxury in the upper levels, and get off on coming down to the under-hive to hunt and kill gangers.

Watching the firefight play out really started to make my blood boil, I knew from my lore that Hive gangers weren't in any way shape, or form nice people, but at least they had the excuse that their choices were to either join a gang or suffer some unimaginable fate, the High Riders, on the other hand, they were doing this for fun.

Fortunately for the gangers whatever rivalry existed between the two gangs if there was any at all was ignored in favor of fighting the Spire hunters, and despite everything it appeared that they did have something approaching common sense, as they were doing their best to retreat, seemingly understanding that they were outgunned and outmatched.


The hunters on the other hand didn't seem interested in pursuing them, either because they had accomplished their objectives, or they had to go back up top to plot new ways in screwing each other and everyone else over.
I don't know how long the firefight played out or how long it was since it was over, but for the second time, I was greeted by silence, with only the low rumble of industrial machines in the background.

Making a choice I decided to drop down, and try to take stock of my surroundings.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

FFS, really?
 
Nanoprobes assimilating tech
His 'branche' of the Mechanicus could gain billions of members relatively quickly by assimilating those poor people in hives. They would most likely volunteer as well. If they end up looking good as well instead like normal Borgs? They will run into your direction before you know it 😃
Honestly, even looking like normal drones would still result in millions willingly joining the borg.
Something to consider is that if the Borg had nanotech then outside of storyline narratives (and maybe not thinking about it and later avoid legal comparisons to the Replicators of the Stargate franchise), why couldn't they have just injected them at anything connected to information and power networks where they could spread and assimilate the technology directly? Along that line of that thought could be the question of why they did not do something similar to any utilities like water and air as they are also usually hooked up to other important things (also if the spread might be somehow disguised then they could also inject nearby living beings like maybe rats).
That's literally what nanoprobes do in canon.


Keep in mind that the only thing that created that birthing chamber was the Dr's mobile emitter and a few of Seven's nanoprobes.

As seen here.


Now if you're interested the in-story reason for why I don't just infect the Hive proper with nanoprobes is because doing so requires a lot of power, something that I don't have. It's more or less only able to do this sort of things on the small scale.
 
Chapter 6
Thirty seconds, that's all it has been since I left my hiding spot and entered the hive proper, and yet somehow I ended up face to face with a ganger, who apparently was hiding from the fighting as well. I mean sure I could have waited longer but who has time for that?

It was pretty obvious to tell from looking at him, that he wasn't a member of the gangs involved in the shoot-out, his colors and marking were different, and the fact that his weapon of choice was a piece of pipe rather than a firearm.

At least I have that going for me I thought to myself, while I was confident that my shield that Q was so gracious to gift me could deflect a few bullets I wasn't keen on being shot, especially since that was noise and would probably attract attention.

Looking at the ganger I responded, "I really don't have time for this." Smiling at me with what can only be described as a feral grin, he replied, "Well, you better make the time, cause you'll fetch me a nice price."

Taking a step back I put up my hands and responded. "Look, you really don't want to be doing this, let's just walk away and pretend that we have never seen each other." I knew it wasn't going to work, but I had to try, plus it put my hands in the right position to defend myself.

"Oh no." He said, "you're coming with me, you'll get me a real weapon and maybe even a promotion."
With that, he lunged at me with his pipe ready to strike.

There's one thing that so many fans of Trek forget about the Borg, so many fans suggest equipping everyone with melee weapons in order to fight the drones, those people forget that unless you're an android or a Klingon the drones have an advantage over you.

Borg enhanced strength, raising my left hand I caught his strike by the wrist and twisted it down, with my right I raised my fist to his neck and inserted my nanotubes into it watching as they deployed nanoprobes into his body.

With my task complete I pushed him back and watched as the nanoprobes did their job.

People also tend to forget that nanoprobes also have the effect of stunning their victims while they assimilate them, meaning that he was unable to fight back only lay on the ground as they did their job.

"You, you bastard! What did you do to me?" He croaked. "I warned you that you didn't want this, now you'll be assimilated, you will adapt to serve me."

"Wha what?" The fear in his eyes clear. Continuing I explained, "Those are nanobots, microscopic robots, even now they're changing you, using your biological matter to create implants to connect you to a hive mind, everything that you are, and were is now irrelevant." Pausing for a moment I realized that the nanoprobes had connected his mind to mine. What I saw sickened me, slavery, torture, and worse.

"Don't be afraid, I know everything that you are, everything that you have done, fortunately for you I am far more merciful than you'll ever be." Kneeling down I whispered into his ear. "Tell me, was joining the gang worth what they did to your sister? Don't bother answering, I already know you think it was. Don't worry you'll survive, unlike her." With that, I got up and waited for the probes to finish.

It took several minutes for the nanoprobes to finish their task, meanwhile, I sorted through everything that my newest drone knew, which despite everything wasn't much, He didn't know what planet he was on, or the name of the Hive, but he did know about the god-emperor, which at least told me that I was in post heresy imperium.

Other information that was semi-useful was the name of his gang, the Blue Snakes, they were a minor gang in the under-hive, he also knew the names of the two gangs involved in the firefight, The Pillagers and The Tears. Both were two of the major players in the under-hive with them controlling the most territory of all the gangs. The only other gang of interest was The Takers, while smaller than the other two made up for it in training and having the best equipment of all the gangs.

Despite my misgivings about assimilation, I decided that at the end of the day he would have been better served as a servitor instead of being what he was. At least this way no other girl would have to worry about being a tribute for him to join another gang.

Another good thing is that this ganger did in fact have a watch on him so now I had a way of keeping track of time, from the moment he found me to his assimilation and now less than 15 minutes went by, yet to me, it felt like an hour. Alone again I could plan my next move, I already understood that in order to survive and have a chance of escaping I needed to expand the collective, and going by what he knew of his other gang members I'd be doing the universe a favor in assimilating them.

"Get up." I mentally ordered him, without a word he got to his feet, "Take me to your gang like you were going to do." Without another word, he started marching me toward his gang's stronghold. During the trip there I went over everything I knew about his gang, there were only 11 members of his gang including him, he was considered new meat for the gang part of the gang's rules indicated that only full members could have guns, hence the piece of pipe for a weapon, in order to earn his full membership he had to find four slaves, according to the information he had I was going to be his fourth.

Another useful piece of information is that the gang leader had a hell pistol, that was his pride and job, the two lieutenants of the gang both had auto shotguns, other than that the rest of the gang only had stubbers as weapons, which if his memories are accurate, I'm pretty sure are M3 grease guns.

All in all not bad for me, the only real threats were the leader and the lieutenants the rest didn't have the firepower to beat my shields. That thought alone also raised an interesting point how did Picard kill two drones with a Tommy gun? When it was pretty clear to me that the Borg knew about projectile weapons and their shields could in fact stop them. It was also at that point that I realized that the answer was fairly simple, Picard wasn't shooting real bullets, they were for all intents and purposes energy projectiles, hard-light, something that the borg would need time to adapt to. I won't lie that was an interesting point to mull over, I had to wonder if I could create a holo system for internal defenses, I did have access to holo tech after all.

Filing that away from later I provided instructions to the drone, do not tip your hand to what is going on, act as if everything is normal, get close to the leader and his lieutenants, and assimilate them. Pinging back an acknowledgment we continued to walk.

It took us two hours to get to his stronghold in that time we had to evade several rival gang patrols and a few local scavengers.

Finally, we were there, at best I could tell his stronghold was some sort of old military post, a supply depot perhaps, he didn't know, and honestly, it didn't really matter, the only thing that mattered is that it was defensible. Smiling internally we walked inside.
 
Chapter 7
The entrance to the stronghold wasn't anything special, though I did idly note the two gangers on guard duty by the entrance, and the small barrier about 20 feet inside that I knew was designed in case of an attack. Not that it would do them much good I thought to myself.

Walking into the main room is when I got a look at the leader of the gang for myself, his armor while still crude and dirty could at least be called armor, instead of just a bunch of metal duct-taped to his clothes, his precious hell-gun was strapped to his side and his two lieutenants flanked him on either side.

A rough hand on my should was my signal to stop and to get down on my knees, while my 'captor' went forward to present his tribute. While the exchange was going on I was busy spotting the rest of the members, including my drone they were all here, which would make subverting the base slightly harder but still doable.

With a thought, I indicated to my drone to mention the skirmish and how there should be loot left.

Smiling to himself the leader congratulated his newest member and offered him what I know confirmed as being an actual M3 grease gun.

With another order, he sent my drone and two members of the gang back to the location of the skirmish to try and grab any salvage they could, meanwhile, I instructed my drone to assimilate them when an opportunity presented itself.

That done he walked over to me. "Well, you're a pretty one." It took every single ounce of effort I had to avoid rolling my eyes. "Yes, you'll make a good payment, that scum might actually have some potential after all." With a gesture, he ordered one of the gangers to take me to the holding cell in the lower levels of their base.

After getting a fist in the back we started walking down a flight of stairs down a corridor facing a door, a muzzle in the back indicated that I should stop while my escort opened the door and indicated I should walk inside.

Seizing the opportunity I spun around and before he could react I injected him with nanoprobes, grabbing his gun before it could make a racket I lowered him to the floor and waited, within a few minutes he was under my control, I also idly noted that my first drone had already assimilated both of the gangers he was with.

Four drones I thought to myself, seven gang members left and I have a semi-safe base to work from.

Instructing my newest drones to continue their tasks I sat down on the bench and allowed myself to be locked in.

Now the waiting game began while I waited for my other drones to work on assimilating the rest of the gang I went through their memories for any tidbits of information.

I won't lie if my opinion of my first drone was low then these newest drones were even worst, I knew that rape and murder were common in the under-hive but realizing that they were proud of what they were was horrifying. Having nothing better to do I laid back on the bench and closed my eyes.

I awoke several hours later to the information that the rest of the gang was under my control, and with it, tons of information available, the leader of the gang was an underling of The Takers, he was given control of this gang and the hell pistol for his loyalty, and for the fact that he was completely and utterly incapable of having a single unique thought of his own, whatever his masters wanted him to do he did.

The main reason I learned for this outpost existing was finding slaves, a collector would come around once a month to gather them, I knew from the information gathered that they already gave their tribute and it would be 25 days before the collector would be around again, I also noted that they only sent three members to collect the slaves, seems like I have a perfect opportunity to infiltrate the Takers.

Instructing one of my drones to come down and let me out of this cell I walked up to the leader's quarters to begin planning my next move.

Another piece of information I gleaned from the leader, is about the spire hunters, they came down to the under-hive roughly once every six months and would spend a couple of days on the hunt, while he didn't know the exact times and where they would hunt, it was also useful information as it gave me a way to infiltrate the upper hive and the nobility.

Knowing that piece of information I also realized something, that group of hunters was one of the weaker groups, the stronger ones had power armor and volkite weapons, a fact that concerned me greatly.

Six months I thought to myself, eleven drones are nowhere near enough, I need more, even being able to infiltrate The Takers wasn't a guarantee that I would have what I needed. Thankfully I already knew what to do, and my gang confirmed it.

I remember reading a Ciaphas Cain novel years ago, where a planet was infiltrated by Genestealers, I also remembered the Genestealers tactic for getting more victims.

Brothels, several of my gangers were frequent visitors to quite a few local brothels, better yet I also knew that all of the major and minor gangs also visited the brothels as well, according to the leader the brothels were considered neutral territory. Which made them perfect for my plans. Ordering the members to go for a visit I began my next task.

Technology.

I knew for a fact that I couldn't count on the weapons the gangs had to win, thankfully I had quite a few infantry weapons available to build, all I really needed was access to the proper equipment.

Sounds simple right? Well, wrong, yes I knew how to build the weapons from scratch, but I didn't have the tools needed to build them, or the tools needed to build those tools repeat several times, what I did have available to me was a basic machine shop, lathe, milling machine, and hand tools.

Ordering the rest of my drones I set them to work on building the infrastructure needed.
 
Chapter 8
AN: So in the terms of full disclosure I did borrow an idea from Black-Aengel-01 Fanfic 40000th​ Catalyst


A day later I had to change my plans slightly, I overlooked something that could have been disastrous if I ignored it. The Borg rely on nanoprobes for many things, including keeping the drones functional. Fortunately, I remembered this in time and managed to produce a basic charging outlet that I tapped into a power conduit to power. I also made a note to find another way of maintaining the body of a drone.


After that minor set back I returned to my task at hand. I needed a simple, reliable, but powerful weapon to arm my drones, for that I turned to my leader's hell pistol, injecting it with nanoprobes I analyzed the tech and was amazed at what I discovered.

I knew that imperial las tech was simple and that a medieval civilization could maintain them; but the entire concept that you could build them with a bastard file, a screwdriver, and a pair of vice grips as well, shocking and impressive.

The power pack, on the other hand, was anything but simple; at its core, it was a liquid metal battery, a fairly simple-to-understand tech, one that was just beginning to be researched in the 21st century.

That was the easy part, the hard part was its charging system, which was a conversion field, something that allowed it to take any energy source, and convert it into another, I won't lie I read about it in a fanfiction once, but I dismissed it as being fanon, seeing it in person, on the other hand, made me question many things.

The fact that the Borg have never encountered a species with conversion field tech was mind-boggling.

Anyways, the good news is that the materials I needed for the power packs were actually quite common, however, what I needed for the conversion field wasn't. However, that being said the good news is that with a power conduit handy I could just charge the power packs the old fashioned way.

Having several of my drones stop with the building of infrastructure I sent them on material collection duties. The good news is that finding a source of salvage in the under-hive was extremely simple, the bad news is that it tends to be very dangerous, as you sometimes are required to fight other scavengers for said resources.

With that in mind, I made sure to order my drones to avoid conflict and focus on getting the easy stuff.

A week went by and I have to say I'm quite pleased with the progress, my original gang all have las pistols, though I did instruct them to keep them concealed, my las pistols are several times more powerful and energy-efficient than the standard imperial las pistol, and my original calling of the mechanicus as being nothing more than a cargo cult has been vindicated, I literally did nothing to improve the las pistols power, except for realizing that for whatever reason the power pack's connectors were made from sub-par materials, something that I could easily fix but made me question exactly why they made it like that.

That fact alone made me resolve to assimilate as many members of the cargo cult as I could just so I could show them just how wrong about everything they are.

Other than that, my influx of drones is continuing nicely, the majority of the brothel district is under my control, my infiltration of the three major gangs has begun, though from what I can gather from the minor members it's going to be difficult.

My original information on The Takers was correct they are the smallest gang with only 1100 members, whereas the Pillagers and The Tears have 10,435 and 15,657 members respectively, along with the fact that they're far more paranoid of infiltration than they have any right to be taking them over will be fairly hard.

Though I do have to say that particular thought did raise a question, what were they paranoid about? The Spire Hunters only came down in small teams, while I knew that gangs would often unite to fight chaos cults I haven't seen any evidence of them at all, not even in the brothels were one of expecting to see them.

That fact along with how the sump seemed to be void of life made me fear that a Genestealer cult was present, a fact that worried me as right now I only had access to 329 drones not including myself.

Thinking about that number really made me realize something, none of the females and males in the brothels wanted to be there, they were there because it offered something that they couldn't get anywhere else.

Safety.

When I said that rape was a common crime in the under-hive I honestly didn't realize just how prevalent it was to the point that many would willing join a brothel just for something approaching protection. Something that no one else could offer.

Except for me, that is; while they were still part of a hive mind, I did allow the ones who deserved it to be themselves, the scum however was drones plain and simple, a fact that the other members of the collective were content with.

It's sort of an amusing thought when I think about it, in Star Trek the Borg were considered a fate worse than death, yet here in the under-hive, the Borg are considered to be better than most of the residents.
Going back to my work I noted that in less than three weeks tribute collectors would be here for nonexistent slaves.

I already had a plan in place to deal with that, several of my drones had friends and family that were enslaved by the gangs and they were anxious for payback, as such they offered to be 'tribute' which after assimilating the collectors they would be taken to the gangs HQ and would work on bringing the existing slaves and any gang members they could into the fold.

Right now my biggest bottleneck is raw materials, I don't have the resources to buy what I need from the black market, nor do I have the manpower for full scavenging operations, all that's left to do is just wait and build up my numbers.
 
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Chapter 9
Three weeks came and went. The collectors came for their 'tribute' and the deal went off without a hitch; not a single of them even saw the nanotubes that assimilated them. By this point I was close to 800 drones; already within the ranks of all three gangs. All in all, with the information I could glean from the gangs it was pretty clear to me that the gang leaders knew something, exactly what it was I don't know.

Three days later and after scavenging tons of resources I had my first piece of technology. A major game-changer that would ensure my rapid spread to dominance.

The Tricorder.

Most people don't realize that while federation tech is advanced. It's also fairly simple to build, the adage of 'rocks to replicators' isn't really an exaggeration, there's nothing in the tricorder that would be considered unobtanium, while it wasn't as small as the later versions it was good enough to do exactly what I needed it to do, detect life signs and raw materials. With that I ordered some of my gangers, to go on my first scavenging raid.

All this time I knew where there was a source of nearly unlimited resources, however all this time I never had the resources to get there, with the knowledge from my gangers I found out that there was an easier way to access the sump than my ladder. A set of access stairs meant that they could travel down safely and return with a supply of salvage without worrying about falling off a ladder.

On that note, people do tend to forget what the sump is. It's a garbage dump, and with how wasteful and excess High Riders are I knew that it was going to be a treasure trove of goodies.

Sending a five drone team off on a mission I returned to my other task. One that came out of the left-field so to speak.

I had to speak to someone who wanted to join the gang.

The boy couldn't have been older than 16 and was built like a wet noodle, actually no, saying that would be an insult to wet noodles. In terms of height, he was short, with thin arms and legs, even before my Borg enhancements he wouldn't have been in my weight class.

Yet despite all that he managed to do something that I know I would have never been able to do. He managed to navigate the under-hive from the residential areas, through several gang-occupied territories, and arrive here alive and from what I could tell unharmed.

That alone drew my intention and interest. The other thing that drew my interest is what he currently was offering to the former leader of the Blue Snakes, a power knife.

Needless to say, I was very interested.

Leaving my room I went to meet him, upon seeing me he dropped to his knee.

"On your feet boy, you want to join this gang you bow to no one." I barked.

Scrambling to his feet he managed to stammer out. "Y- Yes ma'am."

Walking around him slowly I inspected him before taking the power knife from my drone. Turning it slowly in my hand I activated its power field which came alive encasing the blade in a blue field of energy.

"Impressive," I said out loud. "Quite a rare and expensive find in the under-hive, where did you get it, boy?"

Deactivating the blade I turned to him and noted that he was looking at his feet, it was obvious to me that he was terrified.

"I... I stole it, ma'am." Hm, interesting I thought to myself, the boy has talent as a thief, though I knew from my drones that power weapons of any kind would only be in the hands of the gangs.

"Tell me boy, what gang did you rip off to get this? And look me in the eye when you answer, boy."

At this point, I could tell he was scared out of his wits. But despite that, he hid it well even managing to look me in the eye when he answered.

"No ma'am, I didn't steal it from one of the gangs." Standing taller he continued.

"I stole it from the nobles in the upper hive." Well, that explains a few things I thought to myself how he could move through the under-hive with ease. I already knew that getting into the upper hive was next to impossible, most of the ways in were guarded, and the few ways that weren't were incredibly dangerous, if what he was saying is true, then he'd be an asset beyond measure.

"Is that so?" I replied, a sly smile beginning to form on my face, already my mind raced with possibilities. "We'll find out soon enough if what you say is true, consider yourself an initiate to the Blue Snakes."

Looking at me confused for a moment he replied, "No ma'am, I'm not here to join the Blue Snakes, I'm here to join your gang, The Borg."
 
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