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Chapter 2

Eragon felt himself slowly awaken to find that he had been moved to a strange room. The pain in the back of his head was gone that had been caused by the attack. As he tried to stand up, he felt someone push him back down.

“Dr. Crusher, how is he?” A male voice said from across the room. The man who had spoken was bald and wore a bright red jacket.

“He’ll recover, his injuries aren’t serious.”

“What have you done with Saphira!” Eragon yelled, forcing the hand off of his shoulder.

The bald man looked over at the woman before saying. “Follow me.”

“Captain, I don’t believe that he is ready.”

“He needs to see this.”

Eragon didn’t hesitate before following the so called Captain out of the room. “Where is she?”

“The creature you were with has been taken hostage by a being we call the borg. They are…what you would call an advanced species.” Picard knew that Eragon wouldn’t understand any of the technology around him. He had to relate to terms that Eragon would know.

“Where is she?” Eragon demanded.

“I will show you.”

Eragon followed Picard into a room that had a large window. Outside, what looked to be a giant cube floated just out of the window. Eragon reached out towards the opening but ran into an invisible barrier. “What is this?”

“It’s a…magical shield. To prevent people from leaving the ship. That’s where your dragon is.” Picard finished, pointing at the cube.

“How do we get there?”

“We may be too late. She could be beyond saving.”

“What do you mean?”

Before Picard could answer, an urgent voice surged over his com. “Captain, we need you on the bridge. The borg are hailing us.”

“Follow me.”

It didn’t take long for them to reach the bridge, and as soon as they arrived, Picard was greeted with an all too familiar sight. On the large screen in front of them, a barely recognizable Saphira stood. Her scales appeared to be a gray color, instead of the usual sapphire. Half of her head was covered in a mechanical device and her wings had been broken so they would be able to be pinned under her. Not using a mental connection, Saphira spoke.

“We are the borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.

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