It was not at all what she expected. Instead of the metallic scent she associated with the cube’s general appearance and the mechanical nature of the Borg themselves, the interior of the vessel had an earthy organic smell that was a testament to the extent the surrounding environment had absorbed the ship.The light from the three rifle lamps flashed about in the darkness, illuminating the gray equipment racks and slotted Borg alcoves that lined the walls in seeming perpetuity. Gomez saw flashes of vegetation everywhere, growing up from beneath the floor grates, or hanging in thick moist clumps where trees and other fauna had pushed their way in from the adjacent forest.“I’m still detecting no internal lifesigns beyond ourselves and the critters that call this place home,” Pattie said. Her scanning blade glinted in the light from the rifles as they moved slowly along one of the thousands of labyrinthian walkways that filled the ship. The familiar sounds emanating from Stevens’s tricorder had a comforting lilt that Gomez welcomed in the eerie light.A sudden flapping noise from just above broke the relative silence, and Sonya spun around with a startled gasp.
