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Welcome to the Machine
Different imperfect sub-collective and different ship, same ol' story. Sort of. Exploratory-class Cube #347 was not the first, nor the last, vessel of Borg square pegs. Enter Lugger-class Cube #238, the depository of Borg unwanted by the Whole, yet too well adjusted to just throw away. Set before the resurrection of its much more infamous Exploratory-class counterpart, Cube #238 has its own issues. Trying to stay on schedule to deliver cargo is on the most minor of difficulties.

Have Spanner, Will Travel
One cannot achieve the status of Chief Engineer [capitalization deliberate] of even the most minor of garbage scows without becoming a member of the secret Brotherhood of the Spanner. Until now, the Borg have been exempt of this rule. However, with the Collective on the cusp of assigning a drone to permanent head of the engineering hierarchy of Cube #238, things are about to change. And Engineer, a circusmaster before assimilation, has absolutely no clue.

Mess of Portage
Cube #238 has finally made to its first port-of-call - Research Platform #759. A bunch of cognitive drones in the middle of nowhere...it should be a quick stop to off-load supplies and move on. Right?

Sins of the Fathers
What hold has the past upon the assimilated? When the past includes high-level corporate espionage and a stolen soft-drink formula, not even a Borg drone - Reserve - can escape.

The Day the Cube Stood Still
Sometimes a shortcut isn't necessarily so, particularly when the route has been mapped by Species #6766. Then again, if the path looks benign, what could possible go wrong?

Best In Show
Prime is swept away by a Q to participate in a beauty contest. Okay, the plot is a bit more complicated than that, but not much. Now, in order to return to Cube #238, all Prime - a Borgified Flarn - has to do is win. So the question becomes, can Prime yo her yo-yo's?

Paved With Good Intentions
The DAPT - Drones Are People Too - organization only wants the best for the poor, misunderstood ex-drones and assimilated-challenged of the galaxy. Then attention is turned towards the Borg Collective and proving drones are enslaved beings. The only problem is that the drones of Cube #238 see their plight is a wee bit different light. However, DAPT will prevail in their mission, by any means necessary.

Rage Against the Machine
In one corner of the galaxy, a Xenig researcher named Gu is about to turn on a Contraption designed to capture the essence of a Progenitor and bring it to the mech Homesystem. Meanwhile, Weapons is undergoing the regular maintenance required to prevent aspects of rogue behavior. Then a button is pushed. The next thing Weapons knows, not only is he inhabiting a Xenig chassis, but he has volunteered to save the Xenig race from being collected as payment for a wager made several galactic revolutions ago.

Debugging the System
There is a reason that Borg and livestock do not mix. Unfortunately, the qualms of a mere imperfect sub-collective are irrelevant.

Going on a (Gender) Bender
An accident has triggered Assimilation to undergo Change, starting the process that will transform "she" into "he". Even though females are not the preferred Tagarian gender as a drone, what is one more imperfection upon a cube of imperfect units? Then comes a challenge from the GalacNet gamer-universe, one with fatal consequences should Assimilation fail. The problem? Only as female can Assimilation have a chance of winning....

Is That A Parrot On Your Shoulder, Or Are You Just Wobbly Like That?
Waylaid by centaur squirrels, er, raiders, the sub-collective of Cube #238 finds most of its crew (literally) stuck in their alcoves. The small contingent of still-mobile drones might have a small chance to prevail against the invaders, except for a wee problem in the form of two high-on-G'floo! entities called Brainiacs.

Medical Malpractice
The Collective has made Doctor the permanent head of drone maintenance upon Lugger-class Cube #238. From Doctor's point of view, such was inevitable. Unfortunately, the declaration comes with a slight hitch. If Doctor is to remain the head of his hierarchy (and, coincidentally, in a single functional piece), he must first undo a medical procedure upon a recently recaptured rogue drone which he accomplished prior to his assimilation, a decade prior.

Bloodsport
The richest of the rich of a newly encountered race is taking in the galactic scene; and, with the help of their Green cruise directors, the decision was made for gladiatorial combat to be the decadent delight of the season. However, growing bored of contests featuring dangerous (and rare) creatures or death-matches between highly skilled champions, the request is for a new opponent to enter the arena...a Borg opponent. Because the customer is (usually) always right, Green has gone shopping for their client, returning with Cube #238 for the gladiatorial pits. Game on!

Something Shiny This Way Comes
With the latest installment of Rock-Tastic about to commence, Sensors learns some rocks, even the extra-sparkly ones, might be just too much trouble to collect. Maybe.

Bobble, Bobble, Toil and Trouble
The final story of the BorgSpace Cube #238 mini-series! The end is in sight, and soon the imperfect sub-collective will be able to put this most disastrous of duty cycles behind. Only one last task exists: replace a monstrosity of an automated sensor platform with the latest upgrade, which is a simple chore, even for Cube #238. And then, when it is least expected, bobbles happen...all over the place.

Mini-Series complete