Starbuck rose from the center console. "Same old song, Apollo. Different singer this time."
Apollo froze at the image on the viewer. The cybernetic creature it displayed still had enough humanity left for him to recognize it.
Athena, his sister.
The pitiless voice that she spoke in still held the familiar tones of the voice he remembered so well. Starbuck had turned away, refusing to look at this caricature of the woman who had once loved him.
Athena, like most of those taken from the fleet and the ship, had been absorbed, assimilated they called it, turned into a new lifeform, the Borg.
"Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated."
Apollo felt his heart rate increase. They had escaped the Cylon's just to face this? "NO! NO," he shouted. "We'll never be assimilated!"
Turning his back on the viewer, he pressed a black plate in the bulkhead, a plate that had never been touched before.
Starbucks mouth dropped open, then he said, "Apollo? You can't do this!"
Apollo snarled at his one-time friend. "Why? Do you want to become one of those?" Apollo shoved the younger man away. "It's over. I'm not being assimilated. You can do what you want."
But the argument became moot as the ship shook from the impact of a Borg weapon. A bank of consoles erupted, shards of metal and glass tearing into Starbuck and throwing his shattered body across the bridge. Apollo could feel the pain as the shrapnel tore into him. Eyes tearing, he pulled down the control inside the open panel. Collapsing to the deck, he smiled. He wouldn't be assimilated.
Deep within the ship, control rods slid out of the engines power plant. Overworked and under repaired, the engines quickly went critical. Apollo's sight was fading as Borg drones began appearing on the ship. Then there was a bright light, the explosion of escaping energy rippling through the ship, annihilating it and it's remaining crew.