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It's meant to be from an alternate universe based on a short fan-fiction story someone wrote in a game forum a LONG time ago. (back before Ross even started making movies) Basically, I stepped into a naturally occurring wormhole, and ended up somewhere in the Delta quadrant in the early 2350's, but it was a Borg world, and I got assimilated. I however had a strange natural resistance to the complete loss of self-identity that comes with being a Borg drone, and was able to sort of detach my mind from my body and slightly control the Borg ship which I had been relocated to. This allowed me to influence the decisions made concerning the cybernetics installed in my body, and I was able to get some of the best experimental tech available to the Borg.

In 2373, when Seven of Nine was freed by the USS Voyager, I was as well, and was a major reason why they were able to do so easily for Seven. I however was unable to easily disconnect most of my implants due to their experimental nature and their integral self-defense features. When Voyager finally made it back to Earth, I was given a full Starfleet commission, and rapidly moved through the ranks. I was stationed on the Excalibur for several years, and became Captain of the ship after only 4 years of service.

My first mission after being promoted to Captain was as part of a task force of ships sent to investigate a major gravitational anomaly that appeared to be some sort of weapons fire. When we arrived in the vicinity, a naturally occuring wormhole very similar to the one I had originally been sucked through, was in the middle of a large pile of obviously Borg wreckage. The Admiral in charge of the fleet ordered the ships to begin salvage and scientific operations, but my knowledge of the wormhole reactions due to the Borg experimentation on the wormhole I had gone through, indicated that some of the probing that the scientific ships were doing to the wormhole would cause it to emit a massive gravitational burst, and increase in size enough to swallow the entire fleet. The Admiral ignored my warnings, and shortly thereafter the fleet was sucked in. I had already modified my shields and structural integrity fields to counteract the effects of the wormhole travel, and emerged relatively unscathed. The rest of the fleet wasn't so lucky.

The Admiral's ship, and almost 1/3rd of the fleet immediately had massive warp core breaches, and all hands were lost on those ships. The rest were disorganized, disoriented, and disabled in various ways. After ensuring no more ships would explode, I began to survey the location we had been moved to. It was a polar-ring galaxy in the M74 Group in the Pisces constellation, NGC 660.

After some deliberation, I was placed in charge, partly due to the sheer number of incapacitated or dead command staff in the fleet, and partly because I was Captain of the only still fully-functional ship in the fleet. (also the most powerful if all remaining ships were in good repair instead of almost destroyed) I ordered the fleet to repair warp engine systems first, and cannibalize any ship that was irreparable. Fortunately, all ships were able to be repaired, so I ordered them to start searching for a planetary system we could call "home" for the foreseeable future. Flash forward several years, and we had colonized almost a dozen planets, befriended several factions in this new galaxy, and assisted others pulled through wormholes identical to the one our fleet had been sucked through. We even encountered and befriended a race very similar to the Borg Cooperative. (not to be confused with the Collective)

It had been almost 60 years since we had arrived in this galaxy, and we had finally located the source of the wormholes. It was the homeworld of an ancient nameless alien race, who had left behind many extremely advanced and powerful boobytraps to prevent any species from ever even approaching their systems. It took me almost 20 more years to figure out a way to bypass the system's defenses, and we discovered a malfunctioning relic that was producing the wormholes. We had a choice. Destroy it, and end the wormholes, or try to use it as it was intended, and have a chance at returning to the Milky Way. After taking a total population poll, my ship had a reduced crew before attempting to open a wormhole back to the Milky Way. (all others stayed with their new families in the new Starfleet Territories) It worked, sort of.

When we arrived back in the Milky Way, the relic immediately disintegrated. It was the year 2392, and Starfleet had never heard of me or my crew, and their records indicated the Excalibur destroyed by a Narobian virus in 2376. They took away my ship for study while they questioned all of the crew, especially me. I was a matter of some scientific curiosity, having not only advanced time travel and wormhole data, but also extremely advanced alternate-reality Borg tech. After a few years, I was given back my ship, and crew.

This is the character I role-play with in Star Trek Online, so I figured I should have a physical model of the ship on my desk too. (it might need a bit of repainting on the nacelles first)

It's meant to be from an alternate universe based on a short fan-fiction story someone wrote in a game forum a LONG time ago. (back before Ross even started making movies) Basically, I stepped into a naturally occurring wormhole, and ended up somewhere in the Delta quadrant in the early 2350's, but it was a Borg world, and I got assimilated. I however had a strange natural resistance to the complete loss of self-identity that comes with being a Borg drone, and was able to sort of detach my mind from my body and slightly control the Borg ship which I had been relocated to. This allowed me to influence the decisions made concerning the cybernetics installed in my body, and I was able to get some of the best experimental tech available to the Borg.

In 2373, when Seven of Nine was freed by the USS Voyager, I was as well, and was a major reason why they were able to do so easily for Seven. I however was unable to easily disconnect most of my implants due to their experimental nature and their integral self-defense features. When Voyager finally made it back to Earth, I was given a full Starfleet commission, and rapidly moved through the ranks. I was stationed on the Excalibur for several years, and became Captain of the ship after only 4 years of service.

My first mission after being promoted to Captain was as part of a task force of ships sent to investigate a major gravitational anomaly that appeared to be some sort of weapons fire. When we arrived in the vicinity, a naturally occuring wormhole very similar to the one I had originally been sucked through, was in the middle of a large pile of obviously Borg wreckage. The Admiral in charge of the fleet ordered the ships to begin salvage and scientific operations, but my knowledge of the wormhole reactions due to the Borg experimentation on the wormhole I had gone through, indicated that some of the probing that the scientific ships were doing to the wormhole would cause it to emit a massive gravitational burst, and increase in size enough to swallow the entire fleet. The Admiral ignored my warnings, and shortly thereafter the fleet was sucked in. I had already modified my shields and structural integrity fields to counteract the effects of the wormhole travel, and emerged relatively unscathed. The rest of the fleet wasn't so lucky.

The Admiral's ship, and almost 1/3rd of the fleet immediately had massive warp core breaches, and all hands were lost on those ships. The rest were disorganized, disoriented, and disabled in various ways. After ensuring no more ships would explode, I began to survey the location we had been moved to. It was a polar-ring galaxy in the M74 Group in the Pisces constellation, NGC 660.

After some deliberation, I was placed in charge, partly due to the sheer number of incapacitated or dead command staff in the fleet, and partly because I was Captain of the only still fully-functional ship in the fleet. (also the most powerful if all remaining ships were in good repair instead of almost destroyed) I ordered the fleet to repair warp engine systems first, and cannibalize any ship that was irreparable. Fortunately, all ships were able to be repaired, so I ordered them to start searching for a planetary system we could call "home" for the foreseeable future. Flash forward several years, and we had colonized almost a dozen planets, befriended several factions in this new galaxy, and assisted others pulled through wormholes identical to the one our fleet had been sucked through. We even encountered and befriended a race very similar to the Borg Cooperative. (not to be confused with the Collective)

It had been almost 60 years since we had arrived in this galaxy, and we had finally located the source of the wormholes. It was the homeworld of an ancient nameless alien race, who had left behind many extremely advanced and powerful boobytraps to prevent any species from ever even approaching their systems. It took me almost 20 more years to figure out a way to bypass the system's defenses, and we discovered a malfunctioning relic that was producing the wormholes. We had a choice. Destroy it, and end the wormholes, or try to use it as it was intended, and have a chance at returning to the Milky Way. After taking a total population poll, my ship had a reduced crew before attempting to open a wormhole back to the Milky Way. (all others stayed with their new families in the new Starfleet Territories) It worked, sort of.

When we arrived back in the Milky Way, the relic immediately disintegrated. It was the year 2392, and Starfleet had never heard of me or my crew, and their records indicated the Excalibur destroyed by a Narobian virus in 2376. They took away my ship for study while they questioned all of the crew, especially me. I was a matter of some scientific curiosity, having not only advanced time travel and wormhole data, but also extremely advanced alternate-reality Borg tech. After a few years, I was given back my ship, and crew.

This is the character I role-play with in Star Trek Online, so I figured I should have a physical model of the ship on my desk too.

It's meant to be from an alternate universe based on a short fan-fiction story someone wrote in a game forum a LONG time ago. (back before Ross even started making movies) Basically, I stepped into a naturally occurring wormhole, and ended up somewhere in the Delta quadrant in the early 2350's, but it was a Borg world, and I got assimilated. I however had a strange natural resistance to the complete loss of self-identity that comes with being a Borg drone, and was able to sort of detach my mind from my body and slightly control the Borg ship which I had been relocated to. This allowed me to influence the decisions made concerning the cybernetics installed in my body, and I was able to get some of the best experimental tech available to the Borg.

In 2373, when Seven of Nine was freed by the USS Voyager, I was as well, and was a major reason why they were able to do so easily for Seven. I however was unable to easily disconnect most of my implants due to their experimental nature and their integral self-defense features. When Voyager finally made it back to Earth, I was given a full Starfleet commission, and rapidly moved through the ranks. I was stationed on the Excalibur for several years, and became Captain of the ship after only 4 years of service.

My first mission after being promoted to Captain was as part of a task force of ships sent to investigate a major gravitational anomaly that appeared to be some sort of weapons fire. When we arrived in the vicinity, a naturally occuring wormhole very similar to the one I had originally been sucked through, was in the middle of a large pile of obviously Borg wreckage. The Admiral in charge of the fleet ordered the ships to begin salvage and scientific operations, but my knowledge of the wormhole reactions due to the Borg experimentation on the wormhole I had gone through, indicated that some of the probing that the scientific ships were doing to the wormhole would cause it to emit a massive gravitational burst, and increase in size enough to swallow the entire fleet. The Admiral ignored my warnings, and shortly thereafter the fleet was sucked in. I had already modified my shields and structural integrity fields to counteract the effects of the wormhole travel, and emerged relatively unscathed. The rest of the fleet wasn't so lucky.

The Admiral's ship, and almost 1/3rd of the fleet immediately had massive warp core breaches, and all hands were lost on those ships. The rest were disorganized, disoriented, and disabled in various ways. After ensuring no more ships would explode, I began to survey the location we had been moved to. It was a polar-ring galaxy in the M74 Group in the Pisces constellation, NGC 660.

After some deliberation, I was placed in charge, partly due to the sheer number of incapacitated or dead command staff in the fleet, and partly because I was Captain of the only still fully-functional ship in the fleet. (also the most powerful if all remaining ships were in good repair instead of almost destroyed) I ordered the fleet to repair warp engine systems first, and cannibalize any ship that was irreparable. Fortunately, all ships were able to be repaired, so I ordered them to start searching for a planetary system we could call "home" for the foreseeable future. Flash forward several years, and we had colonized almost a dozen planets, befriended several factions in this new galaxy, and assisted others pulled through wormholes identical to the one our fleet had been sucked through. We even encountered and befriended a race very similar to the Borg Cooperative. (not to be confused with the Collective)

It had been almost 60 years since we had arrived in this galaxy, and we had finally located the source of the wormholes. It was the homeworld of an ancient nameless alien race, who had left behind many extremely advanced and powerful boobytraps to prevent any species from ever even approaching their systems. It took me almost 20 more years to figure out a way to bypass the system's defenses, and we discovered a malfunctioning relic that was producing the wormholes. We had a choice. Destroy it, and end the wormholes, or try to use it as it was intended, and have a chance at returning to the Milky Way. After taking a total population poll, my ship had a reduced crew before attempting to open a wormhole back to the Milky Way. (all others stayed with their new families in the new Starfleet Territories) It worked, sort of.

When we arrived back in the Milky Way, the relic immediately disintegrated. It was the year 2392, and Starfleet had never heard of me or my crew, and their records indicated the Excalibur destroyed by a Narobian virus in 2376. They took away my ship for study while they questioned all of the crew, especially me. I was a matter of some scientific curiosity, having not only advanced time travel and wormhole data, but also extremely advanced alternate-reality Borg tech. After a few years, I was given back my ship, and crew.

This is the character I role-play with in Star Trek Online, so I figured I should have a physical model of the ship on my desk too.

It's meant to be from an alternate universe based on a short fan-fiction story someone wrote in a game forum a LONG time ago. (back before Ross even started making movies) Basically, I stepped into a naturally occurring wormhole, and ended up somewhere in the Delta quadrant in the early 2350's, but it was a Borg world, and I got assimilated. I however had a strange natural resistance to the complete loss of self-identity that comes with being a Borg drone, and was able to sort of detach my mind from my body and slightly control the Borg ship which I had been relocated to. This allowed me to influence the decisions made concerning the cybernetics installed in my body, and I was able to get some of the best experimental tech available to the Borg.

In 2373, when Seven of Nine was freed by the USS Voyager, I was as well, and was a major reason why they were able to do so easily for Seven. I however was unable to easily disconnect most of my implants due to their experimental nature and their integral self-defense features. When Voyager finally made it back to Earth, I was given a full Starfleet commission, and rapidly moved through the ranks. I was stationed on the Excalibur for several years, and became Captain of the ship after only 4 years of service.

My first mission after being promoted to Captain was as part of a task force of ships sent to investigate a major gravitational anomaly that appeared to be some sort of weapons fire. When we arrived in the vicinity, a naturally occuring wormhole very similar to the one I had originally been sucked through, was in the middle of a large pile of obviously Borg wreckage. The Admiral in charge of the fleet ordered the ships to begin salvage and scientific operations, but my knowledge of the wormhole reactions due to the Borg experimentation on the wormhole I had gone through, indicated that some of the probing that the scientific ships were doing to the wormhole would cause it to emit a massive gravitational burst, and increase in size enough to swallow the entire fleet. The Admiral ignored my warnings, and shortly thereafter the fleet was sucked in. I had already modified my shields and structural integrity fields to counteract the effects of the wormhole travel, and emerged relatively unscathed. The rest of the fleet wasn't so lucky.

The Admiral's ship, and almost 1/3rd of the fleet immediately had massive warp core breaches, and all hands were lost on those ships. The rest were disorganized, disoriented, and disabled in various ways. After ensuring no more ships would explode, I began to survey the location we had been moved to. It was a polar-ring galaxy in the M74 Group in the Pisces constellation, NGC 660.

After some deliberation, I was placed in charge, partly due to the sheer number of incapacitated or dead command staff in the fleet, and partly because I was Captain of the only still fully-functional ship in the fleet. (also the most powerful if all remaining ships were in good repair instead of almost destroyed) I ordered the fleet to repair warp engine systems first, and cannibalize any ship that was irreparable. Fortunately, all ships were able to be repaired, so I ordered them to start searching for a planetary system we could call "home" for the foreseeable future. Flash forward several years, and we had colonized almost a dozen planets, befriended several factions in this new galaxy, and assisted others pulled through wormholes identical to the one our fleet had been sucked through. We even encountered and befriended a race very similar to the Borg Cooperative. (not to be confused with the Collective)

It had been almost 60 years since we had arrived in this galaxy, and we had finally located the source of the wormholes. It was the homeworld of an ancient nameless alien race, who had left behind many extremely advanced and powerful boobytraps to prevent any species from ever even approaching their systems. It took me almost 20 more years to figure out a way to bypass the system's defenses, and we discovered a malfunctioning relic that was producing the wormholes. We had a choice. Destroy it, and end the wormholes, or try to use it as it was intended, and have a chance at returning to the Milky Way. After taking a total population poll, my ship had a reduced crew before attempting to open a wormhole back to the Milky Way. (all others stayed with their new families in the new Starfleet Territories) It worked, sort of.

When we arrived back in the Milky Way, it was the year 2392, and Starfleet had never heard of me or my crew, and their records indicated the Excalibur destroyed by a Narobian virus in 2376. They took away my ship for study while they questioned all of the crew, especially me. I was a matter of some scientific curiosity, having not only advanced time travel and wormhole data, but also extremely advanced alternate-reality Borg tech. After a few years, I was given back my ship, and crew.

This is the character I role-play with in Star Trek Online, so I figured I should have a physical model of the ship on my desk too.

It's meant to be from an alternate universe based on a short fan-fiction story someone wrote in a game forum a LONG time ago. (back before Ross even started making movies) Basically, I stepped into a naturally occurring wormhole, and ended up somewhere in the Delta quadrant in the early 2350's, but it was a Borg world, and I got assimilated. I however had a strange natural resistance to the complete loss of self-identity that comes with being a Borg drone, and was able to sort of detach my mind from my body and slightly control the Borg ship which I had been relocated to. This allowed me to influence the decisions made concerning the cybernetics installed in my body, and I was able to get some of the best experimental tech available to the Borg.

In 2373, when Seven of Nine was freed by the USS Voyager, I was as well, and was a major reason why they were able to do so easily for Seven. I however was unable to easily disconnect most of my implants due to their experimental nature and their integral self-defense features. When Voyager finally made it back to Earth, I was given a full Starfleet commission, and rapidly moved through the ranks. I was stationed on the Excalibur for several years, and became Captain of the ship after only 4 years of service.

My first mission after being promoted to Captain was as part of a task force of ships sent to investigate a major gravitational anomaly that appeared to be some sort of weapons fire. When we arrived in the vicinity, a naturally occuring wormhole very similar to the one I had originally been sucked through, was in the middle of a large pile of obviously Borg wreckage. The Admiral in charge of the fleet ordered the ships to begin salvage and scientific operations, but my knowledge of the wormhole reactions due to the Borg experimentation on the wormhole I had gone through indicated that some of the probing that the scientific ships were doing to the wormhole would cause it to emit a massive gravitational burst, and increase in size enough to swallow the entire fleet. The Admiral ignored my warnings, and shortly thereafter the fleet was sucked in. I had already modified my shields and structural integrity fields to counteract the effects of the wormhole travel, and emerged relatively unscathed. The rest of the fleet wasn't so lucky.

The Admiral's ship, and almost 1/3rd of the fleet immediately had massive warp core breaches, and all hands were lost on those ships. The rest were disorganized, disoriented, and disabled in various ways. After ensuring no more ships would explode, I began to survey the location we had been moved to. It was a polar-ring galaxy in the M74 Group in the Pisces constellation, NGC 660.

After some deliberation, I was placed in charge, partly due to the sheer number of incapacitated or dead command staff in the fleet, and partly because I was Captain of the only still fully-functional ship in the fleet. (also the most powerful if all remaining ships were in good repair instead of almost destroyed) I ordered the fleet to repair warp engine systems first, and cannibalize any ship that was irreparable. Fortunately, all ships were able to be repaired, so I ordered them to start searching for a planetary system we could call "home" for the foreseeable future. Flash forward several years, and we had colonized almost a dozen planets, befriended several factions in this new galaxy, and assisted others pulled through wormholes identical to the one our fleet had been sucked through. We even encountered and befriended a race very similar to the Borg Cooperative. (not to be confused with the Collective)

It had been almost 60 years since we had arrived in this galaxy, and we had finally located the source of the wormholes. It was the homeworld of an ancient nameless alien race, who had left behind many extremely advanced and powerful boobytraps to prevent any species from ever even approaching their systems. It took me almost 20 more years to figure out a way to bypass the system's defenses, and we discovered a malfunctioning relic that was producing the wormholes. We had a choice. Destroy it, and end the wormholes, or try to use it as it was intended, and have a chance at returning to the Milky Way. After taking a total population poll, my ship had a reduced crew before attempting to open a wormhole back to the Milky Way. (all others stayed with their new families in the new Starfleet Territories) It worked, sort of.

When we arrived back in the Milky Way, it was the year 2392, and Starfleet had never heard of me or my crew, and their records indicated the Excalibur destroyed by a Narobian virus in 2376. They took away my ship for study while they questioned all of the crew, especially me. I was a matter of some scientific curiosity, having not only advanced time travel and wormhole data, but also extremely advanced alternate-reality Borg tech. After a few years, I was given back my ship, and crew.

This is the character I role-play with in Star Trek Online, so I figured I should have a physical model of the ship on my desk too.