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Chapter 7 - Parallels

A peace conference! Relena's constant efforts had finally met with success. In the end OZ realised that the only way for human's future had to be the pacifistic way. They were up to lay down all of their weapons and give peace a chance. For this reason OZ had invited the most important leader of earth and the colonies to a secret conference. Relena hummed happily along.

Relena didn't belong - yet - to the political leadership but apparently her reputation as pacifist had hurried ahead and OZ had invited her to take part in this important conference. Relena was exhilarated. Not only would this be the most important negotiations in the history of Mankind which results could lead to the final peace, no it also would be the perfect opportunity to spend some quiet days with Heero.

He would of course agree immediately to accompany her as her bodyguard. And as soon as the negotiations would be brought to a successful end - of which Relena was absolutely convinced - Heero would be able to abandon his role as Perfect Soldier.

Finally he would allow to full bent to his emotions and confess his great love for her. And finally they could make their relationship official. Smiling Relena envisioned the future. She shortly considered if she should accept Heero's proposal immediately or if she should briefly hesitate like a lady. But it didn't matter actually, it only mattered what a wonderful and attentive husband Heero would be.

Relena considered if she should take the custom-made wedding dress - in a discreet shade of pink - to the conference right away or if an engagement of a month would be more appropriate. That would also give her more time to arrange a classy celebration - after all only the nobility would be attend the ceremony. She would give Pargan orders to prepare the mansion for the coming event accordingly.

But first Heero had to accompany her to the conference. Fortunately her spies had informed her only recently of the whereabouts of her heroic sweetheart. She would betake herself there at once and pick him up personally.

She considered shortly if there was a possibility to see Heero without meeting the other pilots. Not that she had anything against Quatre, Trowa or Wufei - but she didn't want to see this strange braided person who even had had the nerve to shoot HER Heero! How was Heero only able to endure this pert person? He really had to have an angel's patience!

But he was just like that, her bright knight in shining armour! Her hero. Her Heero. Overjoyed smiling and happily humming to herself Relena set off.

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"Borg..." Duo said thoughtfully, "... sounds Swedish."

Seven of Nine arched her metallic eyebrow and cast Duo a short expressionless glance but before she could go on speaking she was interrupted by the other pilots.

"Which invasion?" asked Heero.

"Borg?" it came from Trowa.

"THIS dimension? What do you mean by THIS dimension?" called Wufei.

"The Borg are a cybernetic species that doesn't consist of single individuals but possess a collective consciousness," Seven further explained, "The Borg integrate foreign life forms by force into their collective to widen their territory and to enhance themselves both technologically and biologically. This procedure is called assimilation.

The entire knowledge of an assimilated person is added into the collective, every individual character attribute don't exist any more after the assimilation. Moreover, cybernetic components are implanted which increase the efficiency and the usefulness of the concerned drone for the collective.

Those who were assimilated are only a part of a great entity and neither able nor willing to make an independent decision or to act on their own. There are only few cases known in which an assimilated person had been freed successfully from the collective.

The Borg are structured similar to a bee colony. They have a queen who co-ordinates every activity and decision of the collective, and the rest of the Borg are will-less drones whose only purpose is to carry out the assigned work.

The Borg had been one of the most dangerous enemies for the Federation meaning they had tried time and time again to assimilate us into their collective. Only after many fierce battles Starfleet had been able to beat them off and repel the Borg a long way off so that they don't maintain any danger for us - or other species - any more.

That is why the Borg decided to look for an easier prey. They want to assimilate this earth and it's colonies, and we are here to prevent it."

After Seven finished her explanations there was silence in the living room.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that we're going to listen to fairy-tales? I would have brought some popcorn," Duo finally said.

"We're not telling fairy tales, my boy," said the Doctor, "Our story is the sad truth. We fought the Borg many times, we know what we're talking about."

"If those Borg are really such a powerful enemy why hadn't anyone, why hadn't WE ever heard anything about them?" asked Heero in his mission-voice.

"Because the Borg don't come from your dimension," answered the Doctor seriously.

"Not from our dimension? What do you mean?" Wufei asked.

"The Borg come from a foreign dimension," explained Seven of Nine, "Just as well as the Doctor and I. In our dimension the humans are much more technologically advanced than here. We have been exploring space for centuries. We already met hundreds of alien species and dozens of them have formed an alliance for the purpose of a peaceful co-existence, the United Federation of Planets which seat of government is located on earth."

"Travel into foreign dimensions, that's impossible," said Quatre, "It's not even proved that there are other dimensions!"

"Don't even try to understand it, my boy," replied the Doctor smiling, "It will only get you a headache. Accept it simply, there are many different dimensions - and that you can travel between them under certain requirements and with the right technology."

"And why did the Borgs choose us of all possibilities?" Wufei asked angrily.

"Borg," corrected Seven, "Not Borgs."

"Fine, and why did those BORG choose us of all possibilities?" asked Wufei again, not less angry.

"We don't know the exact reasons but it is supposedly because this dimension is an easy pray," answered Seven expressionless.

"Injustice!" Wufei murmured while Heero only growled, "Hn."

"Hey, wait a moment! Easy pray? We're not an easy pray! Why are we an easy pray? Take that back!" Duo called furiously and jumped off the sofa. As he was still clutching Heero's hand, Heero was also dragged off the sofa.

"Hn," growled Heero again, sat down and pulled Duo with him, "Sit down, baka!"

"But... but Heero...!" Duo began to protest but was successfully silenced by Heero's Deathglare.

"You are an easy target, that is fact," sounded Seven's cool voice, "You have hardly space flight, haven't gone beyond your own solar system and therefore haven't made any contacts or formed alliances with alien species. There are only few colonies and there are great internal conflicts. Furthermore you are technologically highly inferior to the Borg."

"Injustice!" Wufei grumbled anew.

"But what can we do? Can we do anything at all against the invasion of those Borg?" Quatre asked.

"With your equipment you can hardly do anything to stop the Borg. That's our job. We are going to stop them," said the Doctor.

"Let's pretend we are going to believe this wild story of yours. Even then it would nevertheless be advisable to incorporate us. We could support you by giving tactical information to your fleet," Heero said, "How can we contact them?"

The Doctor and Seven were silent and exchanged short glances.

"Is that a problem?" Heero asked.

"Well..." the Doctor started but was interrupted by Seven of Nine. "There is no fleet," she said in that emotionless voice.

"There is no fleet???" called all five pilots simultaneously and Duo added, "Why isn't there a fleet? There HAD to be a fleet!"

The Doctor gave the boys a crooked smile. "Seven and I are the fleet."