When Yuri opened her eyes, she was looking down the barrel of her dart pistol as it shook in her hands. It turned out to be a moot point though: borg had handily turned the grat into salad. "Maybe three of these at once could be a challenge to me..." He said to the pile of plant-gore.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yuri spotted a newcomer, someone with a strange haircut. To tell the truth he looked a bit like a punk rocker...