#star trek xb

[novalin]

I Really need people I can Talk to about Star Trek😩😩😩 until it was obviously pointed Out I did Not realise who Hugh was and even that He was a Former borg 😩😩 I was Just Like "oh cool augmentations I guess" Body Altering and such.

But it makes me so happy that Hugh is played by the Same actor.

I Love him and I Hope nothing Happens to him.

[regionalpancake]

Part way though his reclamation; with hair still growing in, and implants still coming out. What's it like getting used to a new eye? A new face? A new life?

Thinking about Hugh again. (When I am not?)

[quasi-normalcy]

I feel like ex-Borg must be dysphoric by default, because honestly, how could you not be?

Either you're used to your body being a certain way, and it now has a bunch of missing pieces and machine parts (and that makes you dysphoric), or you've acclimated to being part of a hivemind only to find yourself in just one body (and *that* makes you dysphoric), or you've experienced the memories and sensory experiences of drones with completely different bodies from you (and **that** makes you dysphoric), or you still think of yourself as basically a drone but you're having machine parts taken away from your body against your will (and **THAT** makes you dysphoric). Any way you slice it, it's just Dysphoria City.

[starcrossed-perceivers]

So I guess one Star Trek self insert wasn’t enough so here I’m introducing 12 of 13!!

Species: Human xB

Borg Designation: 12 of 13

Name: ???

Pronouns: she/her

• Nurse on Voyager when Paris is slacking off not on duty in sickbay

• Veterinary student prior to assimilation

• Hair grew back grey after she was unassimilated

• Can't decide on a name for herself as she doesn't feel connected to her birth name/who she was before assimilation

• Prefers to be referred to as Nurse, tolerates being called Twelve for other's convenience

She grows very close to the Doctor because of the similarities in their respective journeys of self discovery. I don't have all the details of her story down as much as Sydney. But she was probably assimilated at Wolf 359 and came on Voyager the same time as Seven. Which means she was a Borg drone for like 6 years.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Another reason why Jack should have had his head shaved like every other Borg: remember the scene where he asked Picard about when Picard started going bald, and Picard told him to savor his hair while he still has it?

That could've turned the joke into foreshadowing. Picard caused his son to go bald, but in the sense that Picard caused his kid to go Borg instead of male pattern balding.

But no, instead we're stuck with Jack's Borg Halloween costume.

[enterprise-me-capn]

I got this gorgeous, perfect commission from @juliannegriepp of T'Sol, my Star Trek OC. A peek into a more quiet, somber moment where they actually let themselves feel the weight of their past.

Please go commission Julianne, her comms are still open!

[avoicefromthestars]

[foxmuld3r]

So I just finished reading the autobiography of picard and I gotta say there is so much we could’ve had. Beverly becomes captain of her own ship and she and Picard are married, she’s off searching space and he’s an ambassador to Vulcan. Just think, Raffi could’ve been an upcoming Lieutenant that Beverly takes under her wing and one day Janeway asks Beverly for a favour: to take on Seven as her first officer and also Icheb. They all become a family and yes, Seven has formally adopted Icheb as her son, then Picard mentions a Romulan refugee in need of a family and that he’s far too old to have a child but maybe Seven and Raffi could take him in. The voyager family and tng family all interact at different points and everything is fine.

[lesbian-of-nine]

the inherent transgenderism of xBs

[lesbiangracehanson]

bev: we haven’t heard from the borg in over 10 years!

me:

[karam-ba]

my baby boy....sylo 

[macallai]

please assist me with ideas regarding this background question that has arisen in the course of a fanfic i'm writing:

is anything known about hugh's life in between the events of the TNG and PIC? he originally went back to a group of borg but at what point did he join the federation and get more of his borg hardware removed and all that? do we think that the borg reclamation project started a while back, or was it only begun on the artifact? did hugh found that organization or did he only join it later on?

additional questions about xBs more generally: in the PIC episode "stardust city rag" seven mentions that bjayzl butchered ex-borg for their parts, including icheb. how many ex-borg are we thinking there were at that time? were there any on earth besides seven and icheb, or were most of them out with hugh in their sort of ~independent collective~ but not as fully transitioned to humanity type of situation?

[remholder]

completely referenced from Hiimdaisy's Persona 4 Comic (dub is available on youtube)

changed it from coffee to tea to make it fit (and before anyone says anything, the language is dated i know, i tried to change that too but it messed with the flow)

small bonus under the cut (from the same comic):

[the99thfanboy]

I really want to enjoy Picard but they keep killing and torturing my baby Borg boys

[enterprise-me-capn]

I got this wonderful commission from @mostly-natm of T'Sol, wearing the Mad Hatter's outfit from the Alice in Wonderland ballet. They'd play the part so well, I'd like to imagine their ship put together a production of it. (Actually yeah, fuck it, that's canon now.)

You can find @mostly-natm's commission info here!

[curator-on-ao3]

hello, i’m immensely enjoying Decidedly Motley Stories! if i may, i’d like to request “how long have i been asleep?” with hugh borg & seven or hugh & soji

Oh! 🥹 Thank you so, so much, @clinttbartton! 💕 I’m enjoying getting prompts — and this is a great one! I went with Hugh Borg & Seven, and I hope you like it.

For those who prefer to read on AO3:

For those who prefer to read here:

And When We Awaken, Eyes Open to Possibility, We Find Our Voice in the Night

The doctors at Starfleet Medical marvel over the increased acuity in her artificial eye, the nanoprobes in her bloodstream, the cortical node that replaced the cortical node that regulates the implants that forced their way in where her childhood should have been.

The doctors don’t ask if she likes music. Or Kadis-kot.

But they seem pleased to inform her that the eighteen percent of her that is Borg hardware within her skin, her bone, her very marrow, has been sufficiently cataloged and studied to allow her a choice.

A proportionate amount of humanity, perhaps.

So they ask as if offering a prize, would she like to sleep instead of regenerate? A procedure can tie the electromagnetic activity in her brain to her Borg systems, a one-time algorithmic upgrade — a ticket to dreamland, one doctor says as a joke and she does not laugh.

It’s tempting to agree, to sever her need for the regeneration alcove moved into her hospital room from Voyager’s cargo bay 2, a monolith to her onetime monoculture that subsumed even her slumber.

But more change is frightening.

So she tells the doctors that she needs to think about it.

She’s never had trouble with a decision before.

Crew from Voyager visit her, query as to her thoughts and feelings.

She talks with them, but not about this, this opportunity to rewrite her most basic of functions, this potential deepening of her supposed humanity at the very time she’s both surrounded by more humanity than ever and acutely aware that the ideals she was made to believe pertained to humanity may be lacking in practice.

And not just medical practice.

But a knock taps against her door — not a chime, an actual knock — in a sequence of bursts. Borg alphabet. The letters “x” and “b.”

Curiosity triumphs over wariness and she calls out for the person to enter.

The door opens and he steps in, fluid movements, almost graceful, the metal fragments that pierce his skin evidence of experience akin to her own.

“I’m Hugh.” He doesn’t ask to sit the way most people do, seemingly preferring to stand the way she does. “Formerly Third of Five. I heard you were here and came as quickly as I could. I wanted you to know … you’re not alone.”

She’s been told this before, mostly by members of the Voyager crew.

But she believes it now.

He teaches her the word “xB,” an identity, a resource, a decentralized community of individuals who are happy, angry, hurt, healing, afraid, brave — and ready to help those like them.

Her ocular implant is not malfunctioning, though her fingers brush the tears away as if there is something wrong when, in fact, this is finally something right.

She asks questions.

He answers.

And when she wants to know if xBs regenerate or if they sleep, he seems to understand that she’s not just inquiring about rest cycles, she’s seeking information to help her get closer to leaving Starfleet Medical so she can meet those among whom she can be understood, not former drones who still use identifiers forced upon them, but xBs who created their own terminology, their own comfort with each other, their own — individual — place within what they were, what they were before that, who they are, and who they wish to be.

“Some regenerate. Some sleep. It’s not an easy decision for anyone, Seven.” The vestiges of an implant on Hugh’s cheek shift upwards as he smiles — a supportive smile, empathy. “But if you choose sleep and want someone here when you wake up — and that first time can be disorienting, it’s true — then I can promise that I’ll stay with you.”

She accepts Hugh’s promise, regenerates one last time, her back straight, the familiar before yet another everyday aspect of her life changes. And there’s the upgrade, a doctor tapping at a console, no change, she feels no change, but it worked, the regeneration alcove rejects her attempt to interface, and how will she do this? How will she know if her rest cycle is complete if the computer doesn’t tell her so?

“You,” Hugh speaks softly, carefully, “will adapt.”

She attempts it. A pillow under her head, a blanket tucked around her shoulders, the bed soft under her as she … is the human phrase “tosses and turns”?

From a cot in her room set up for his own rest, Hugh talks to her, asks if her parents ever told her a bedtime story, requests that she tell the story to him — the tale of the brave ballerina who flew a starship to the science conference to share her hypothesis.

Her words slur and there’s darkness.

Not scary.

Gentle. Like a hug from inside.

The hug slips away.

“How …” she speaks into the dim light of her hospital room, “how long have I been asleep?”

From his cot, Hugh answers, “About four hours.”

It’s as if she’s been pushed into cold water.

She didn’t complete her first attempt at a rest cycle.

It’s the middle of the night.

She failed.

“Remember, Seven,” it’s as if Hugh knows — and he probably does, “you can choose how to feel about this. Standards of Borg perfection don’t apply.”

Her first attempt at a rest cycle.

And she made it more than halfway to human sleep requirements.

She … succeeded?

“Thank you, Hugh.” Seven adjusts her blanket, curls onto her side. “I will resume this rest cycle and … see you in the morning.”

“Sleep well, Seven.”

“Sleep well, Hugh.”

And she does.

———

Send me an ask with character(s) and a prompt and I’ll do my best to write up a gentle hug for your people. ❤️

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