I am Maikell ir-Rahvan tr'Rheu ... Romulan by birth but made Borg by curse of the fates.
The last free thought I had was on the bridge of the starship upon which I rode, commanding a fleet that stood in defense of one of the Romulan Star Empire's outermost planets.
Our best defense proved as ineffective as if a child's pop gun were fired at the hull of a great and powerful warship.
Needless to say, we were ineffective against this unknown threat and could only watch helplessly as cube shaped vessels captured our ships and cut them apart one by one.
I still remember the screams as cries of terror that echoed across the bridge via the open comm channels.
Yet even knowing the darkness was coming for us was of no help, only deepened the terrors.
"We are the Borg," they said coldly, mechanically. "Resistance is futile ... Your distinctiveness will be added to our own."
My last thoughts were of my wife and our three children ... the youngest two of which were twins I have yet to lay eyes upon.
That was almost 50 years ago.
Since that time, I have felt as if trapped within a dream from which I could not awake.
The things I have seen and witnessed and saw myself do are ? Let me just say that I wish simply that I could forget.
However, one day everything changed ... on a day when a race I had never met unleashed a weapon aimed at the Borg cube upon which I existed as a drone designated 41 of 47.
On that day, we were freed from the collective ... casting off the shackles the Borg had used to surpress our individual and passionate natures.
One of my first awakening memories was the Drone next to me letting lose a scream of agony and triumph ... and fear and freedom all at the same time. I watched as the freed Klingon warrior ripped the metallic Borg ocular implant free of his own eye socket.
I personally could not keep from weeping as at long last I was free.
Together .. he and I ... Romulan and Klingon fought our way past confused drones and made our way to the outer hull and ultimately to freedom.
We were collected by a Starfleet vessel and taken to a treatment facility where we have remained for some time ... undergoing therapy to make sure we are free of the Borg's implants and recovering.
My companion, Rha of the Klingon House of Rha, left today to return home and find what has become of his family.
My own return home is delayed slightly as doctors tell me I have a few weeks left before I also can return to my family.
My question ... What remains of my old life these almost 50 years later?
A HUGE thank you to Cryptic for the Mogh-class battle cruiser!
It seems that while I have been away, my wife has chosen to play.
I received a communication from her today. She informed me that not only has our daughter successfully graduated from the Imperal Academy, but my wife awarded her command of one of the ships belonging to our house, the House of Rha.
Honestly, I'm very proud of my daughter, Lursana --- bursting at the seams proud.
But to place her in command of a cruiser? ... I admit I would have placed her aboard one of our ships as a first offcer, however, my Sa'LeI swears that I am simply over protective of our child.
My wife is quick to point out that Lursana has the blood of Rha flowing through her veins ... my blood ... which makes her an honorable warrior capable of handling herself.
And it would seem that ... yet again ... my wife would be correct.
Our daughter, Capt. Lursana, has already proven herself in combat.
She participated in a battle against the True Way, boarded their command ship ... and has brought it home as a captured prize.
Although my daughter was given one of the older cruisers within our fleet, I believe should she continue to prove as successful ... we will have to give her one of the new fleet ships currently under construction.
Glory to my daughter! Glory to our family! Glory to the House of Rha!
If there is one thing that I and others love about the game, its that we can play characters that until now have only existed in our imaginations and written stories.
What few do not know is that the central core group that start Alliance Central Command can trace our origins back to a group that has been around for over 20 years ... alt-starfleet-rpg.
From their website ... "Welcome to ASR, or simply "STAR FLEET"- a PBEM interactive role-play game made up around 100 writers spread across 18 units assigned to one of three distinct timelines. The ASR universe- the PRIME universe, as we call it- was created in 1991, and is set in a time period around 40 years after the events of Star Trek: Nemesis, in the Earth calendar year 2424."
Their stories all exist in a shared fictional universe where the player who writes the story weaves their stories into the overall fabric of the whole thing.
Now, we split off from them and created a group much like them called Star Trek: Frontiers which continued writing for several years under that umbrella ... and then came Star Trek Online.
For those like me, it was a chance to take the characters we have been writing for 20 years and reboot them into an "alterate" universe, not unlike what JJ did.
You see, 2409 was a time when for many of us ... our characters existed and advanced forward from. So we rewound them and began again with our stories still working together in a shared universe.
Yes, not all our players write ... but some of us do.
We created Alliance Central Command to exist as casual fleet where players co-exist and play the game respectfully side by side.
Some of us are solo players. Others like to group up and enjoy team play. Then we have a few who are into radio drama and podcasting with others of us loving to write.
What connects us all is that we enjoy the Star Trek Online universe and enjoy existing within it together.
The flames burned. The screams of the victims echoed deep into the night.
Every night, Maikel would wake in a cold sweat, remembering what it was like to be Borg.
Thankfully, he was freed with the single stroke of a Tobarri crafted neurolytic warhead -- a controversial device designed to liberate entire Borg ships with a single volley.
Controversial because the majority of those "liberated" failed to survive the process, unable to accept fates left them by the elements.
Maikel considered himself lucky to have faced liberation and survived.
It meant he was given the chance to return to his family, to hold his wife once more ? and to meet his children who were now grown.
It was his chance to again serve his people, helping them with a cause better than when he had been taken slightly less than 50 years previous.
This was his chance at Mnhei'sahe ... a complex concept which rules most of Rihannsu (or Romulan) life in terms of honor.
Each night's horrifying dreams reminded Maikel ir-Rahvan tr'Triheu strongly of Mnhei'sahe ? and how he would spend the rest of his life fighting the Borg if necessary.
For this reason, the former flag officer of the Romulan Star Empire willingly accepted high rank in the navy of the Romulan Republic ? as well as would willingly join the fight as part of the Alliance Central Command.
We represent a small, casual group built on respect with a rather creative heart
One family spread across two fleets ... one KDF and one Fed ... with a shared in-game private chat channel that keeps us in contact with one another.
Although we do have a teamspeak server, it tends to be a quiet place as many of our players prefer simplying chatting via our group's in-game chat channel, saving voice comms for the coordinated operations ... or for when that socialization bug hits.
Many among us are more "lone wolves" when it comes to playing the game. These individuals may enjoy chatting as they play, but primarily run solo.
Now this doesn't mean everything is solo as there are times where we'll team up in twos and threes to run fleet mark or STF missions together ... or lurk together behind enemy lines inside the bounds of Ker'ret.
The point is that we are small ... dedicated we a shared common love of game ... but small, none-the-less.
Our Fed Starbase is Tier III and headed to Tier IV.
Our KDF starbase is Tier IV and starting the long march to Tier V.
Truthfully, it takes longer for us to progress than the larger fleets, but that's okay ... we just keep putting one foot in front of the other and eventually get where we're going.
So, if you're looking for a friendly place where you can kick your feet up by the roaring fire without all the drama ... We might be just what you're wanting.