Today I was told that my Starfleet commission was officially being reinstated. I even got a personal comm from Admiral Quinn himself welcoming me back to Starfleet.
They just need help with the Borg.
When I and several hundred of others like me were freed from the collective, one of the first things I remember hearing was that we’d be useful somehow to the ever-growing threat of the Borg. At first I feared that we’d be bait or something cruel like that for the Collective. But then I calmed down a bit and continued listening.
As liberated Borg drones, we are immensely useful to Starfleet for not only physiological reasons, but also for intel and debriefing purposes as well. The more access they have to some part of the Borg Collective, or anybody that used to be a part of the hive mind, the better the Federation’s chances are to fight the Borg.
Personally, I find it idiotic that the Borg task force was disbanded some years ago. I now realize that one should never underestimate the Borg. One should never, in fact, stop thinking about the Borg. They’re an ever-present force. We thought we got rid of them after Hugh infected his Borg hive with the concept of individuality. We thought we got rid of them when Captain Jean-Luc Picard fought the Borg Queen herself on the U.S.S. Enterprise-E decades ago. We thought we got rid of them when Captain Janeway and the U.S.S. Voyager destroyed most of the Borg transwarp network on their way back to the Alpha Quadrant.
Every single time, we thought wrong.
In a sudden and unexpected move, Admiral Quinn announced a few days ago that all liberated Borg that were once a part of Starfleet would be reinstated after a brief psychological evaluation. The catch? The highest rank as which any of us would be reinstated would be Lieutenant — Junior Grade.
It’s like starting over for me. I understand why they decided on such a stipulation. I just don’t like it.
Lieutenant Iborin Jolar. It has a ring to it. A very off-pitch, annoying ring to it. But I’ll grin and bear it if it means re-joining Starfleet and continuing to serve the Federation.
My therapist — yes, I have a therapist; how ironic for a Betazoid to need a shrink — tells me that I should think of it as a new challenge. Climb the ranks of Starfleet again, with new experiences under my belt, and try to see things in a new light. “It’s a new day,” she says. “Grasp onto every one of these new days with the strength and ferocity of a person hanging on for dear life, but revel in each new day like you’ve just been born.”
Lady, I don’t need to hear about life. Just regaining my own is enough of a reward for me.
And as for needing a shrink, well… let’s just say that my abilities were tampered with by the Borg. Apparently the implants were augmented by my telepathic abilities, aiding in my link to the Collective, to the point where they became one and the same. So when Starfleet severed my link to the hive mind, so went what little telepathic abilities I had left. Now I can only sense core emotions in most beings, and even then it can be vague at times.
When I spoke to Admiral Quinn about being allowed back into Starfleet as a Lieutenant, I could feel a general sense of uneasiness with what I had once been, but an underlying pride in what he was doing. The guy was patting himself on the back internally. I found it amusing at the time, and still do. It’s part of why I agreed. Not only did I ace my psych evaluation, but I was given the highest allowable rank for liberated Borg, and was able to sense Quinn’s silent self-praise.
So it is indeed a new day. We’ll see what these new days bring.
I have to go. I’m being called to the bridge. Sounds urgent.