Meanwhile, back on Risa

“Look out!” “Who taught you how to fly!” “I’m too young to die!” “Kirlia!” Screams filled the cabin as the ship shook and panels exploded. The phaser fire and photon torpedoes and a myriad of other weapons fly through space, barely passing by the tiny ship. Twisting and rolling the ship avoided harm as it tried to find a clear path towards its target. An ominous cube with sinister green glowing lights.

(Approximately twenty minutes before)

In a large ballroom, hundreds of people were gathered, many of whom were injured in some way. Inbetween various displays demonstrating new technologies, people were huddled in groups while StarFleet personnel walked around checking on people or making sure there was nothing concerning about.

“We got the transport inhibitor running, sir Admiral sir,” Rutherford announced as the device he and a group of engineers were working on finally sprung to life. Disks and supports extended and a low beeping sound could be heard if someone were to listen closely.

“Good work, that will keep the Borg from getting in,” a bald Admiral nodded at the group of engineers. They were standing on an elevated platform in the middle of the main ballroom. “Where are we on establishing communications?”

“We are just getting word from Risa government, the Borg aren’t assimilating the planet thankfully though there are some unconfirmed reports of assimilation. There are various groups of defenders engaging the Borg with whatever improvised weaponry they can get a hold of. Sounds like a group of roleplayers are fighting the Borg with shields and swords with surprising effectiveness, the villa district is being designated a safe zone thanks to them.”

“Really? Well good on them for replicating weapons fast enough.” The admiral acknowledged before readdressing the engineers. “Where are we on replicating phasers and field modulators?”

“The Risians’ security lock out is hardcoded, we are going to need to completely rework the isolinear rod bank and at least half of the plasma con—”

“Hey grandma,” Captain Freeman looked down to see Jessica and Pixel standing at her feet. Captain Freeman glanced at the console she was stationed before kneeling to Jessica’s height.

“Yes? What is it darling?”

“Are mom and dad going to be okay? When we gonna go rescue them?” Jessica gave her grandma a committed look and did a little punching motion. Pixel did a little pirouette and posed with her arms out like blades.

“Well kiddo, we are going to make sure we are safe but once the fleet arrives, we are going to go save them alright?” Captain Freeman gave Jessica her best disarming smile. Pixel narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. Pixel gasped before scowling, an expression that didn’t fit on her face.

“Lia Kir-lia! Ki Kirlia Ki ir li Kirlia!” Pixel accused jabbing her right arm in Freeman’s face.

“What! How do you–” Freeman drew back as if struck.

“You’re lying!” Jessica cried, the flowers on her head started to wilt and change. “StarFleet will save them! They won’t blow it up before they can!”

“Kirlia Kirlia!” Pixel shouted as Jessica’s flowers turned into miniature venus fly traps and shadows started to twist slightly around Pixel.

“What is going on here? Can’t you people understand that we are in the middle of a crisis?” The Admiral yelled as he marched over to the group, causing Laura and Shampoo to hurry over from the main entrance of the atrium once they realized that Pixel and James’ kid was involved in whatever was happening. “Captain, I thought I had you monitoring the security sensors? Can you not handle that? And just who are these two?”

“Admiral Curtis, this is my granddaughter Jessica and this is Pixel,” Freeman hurriedly explained, standing at attention. “My daughter and Jessica’s father got taken by the Borg and they wanted to know when we were going to rescue them.”

“Oh…” The Admiral grimaced as he took in this information. He formulated his response carefully, ignoring the glaring that Pixel was giving him and the nervous expressions that Laura and Shampoo gained the more Pixel glared. The Admiral finally sighed, “We will do our best, you cannot ask for more than that. If they and everyone else can be saved, I will make it so, understand.” He waited for Pixel and Jessica to nod only to get a huff and crossed arms from Pixel. The Admiral looked around the nearby area and pointed at Tendi who had been moving boxes close by. “You Ensign, take Jessica and Pixel here to the replicator and get them some juice boxes and cookies or something. Keep them away from the command post.”

“On it sir,” Tendi saluted before leaning over and started guiding Jessica and Pixel away. The two of them looked at each other as a silent conversation passed between them which considering Pixel was a psychic type there might’ve been an actual telepathic exchange. Laura and Shampoo looked at that exchange before Laura pinched her brow. The two harem sisters walked fast to catch up to the trio.