Updated Sunday 15 May, 2011 12:18 PM

The War of the Q

They call me the warrior.

I am the only Q warrior.

Even after the civil war, I was the only Q who’d ever fought a war with another species. That was my glory, once, now it is my shame.

A long, long, time ago, before humanity was a flicker on the eye of the creator, we Q built the continuum to hold us and the source of our power. We had transcended from our lowly origins to near-godhood.

And, of course, we wanted to play.

I was the first to take on our travel form and sail through the cosmos. It was I who discovered the first mortals.

Oh, how I loved them from the moment I saw them. They were strong beings, but oh so limited, they were the only race in a vast universe and would never fill it all without help. So I helped them.

I came to them in the guise of a far more advanced race. True, of course, but they could not hope to equal the Q and if I posed as a mortal, it would make things easier for them. I came with my gifts.

I taught them the basics. Warp drive, transwarp, many other things they could use. I took a few hundred of their brightest children and taught them myself, so they would understand and comprehend, not just use what I’d given them.

Then I made my first mistake.

Many of them worshipped me/us. The remotes of my ‘race’ I’d created, all had many admirers, bur for everyone who loved me, ten did not. They rebelled.

Obviously, there was no harm to me personally. No weapon of theirs could touch a Q, but my remotes died by the score.

I did nothing to them. I knew that one day they would have to stand on their own – and besides, to destroy a race that had failed to worship me would have made me a laughing stock. I left them alone and went on a holiday.

And one day, the continuum screamed!

Q-power is not magic, as many people have speculated, but the use of mental adjustment of reality. A Q can tinker with the building blocks of reality with ease and can do anything in ‘reality’. The continuum exists outside reality and it’s not so vulnerable to such tinkering. The important fact is that Q can do that tinkering by force of will.

My mortals had invented machines that did it for them. They were still immature and knew nothing of what that power could do. Already, there were repercussions in mortal space, while they had latched on to a node within the continuum to power their invention.

Within the continuum, Q latch on to nodes for the power. Not knowing what they were looking at, the mortals saw the Q as entities within the continuum and believed that we would interfere with their actions. They used their machine to kill a Q.

It was my responsibility. I was ordered to stop them. Most of them had no machines and I could grab them and hold them in netherspace without problems. The ones that were attached to machines were more of a problem and I had to overload the machines one by one, time and space twisting as I did so, eventually defeating them. The war must, by now, have attracted the attention of beings from andromeda.

I tore their worlds apart. I destroyed the tools I had taught them to use and smashed their great factories. I ripped their advancements from their skins and dumped them on a collection of worlds in the delta quadrant. They would have to rebuild from scratch.

I wanted to try again, but I was forbidden from doing so. I went on holiday again.

A millennia later, as mortals reckon time, I went back and checked on them – and was horrified. They’d somehow remembered what they’d been before an angry god tore it away and they’d tried to recapture it. Somehow it had become horribly warped.

Through space, massive cubes moved, defeating and assimilating everything in their path. Their crews were soulless automations, each one screaming in a living hell, their dreams and knowledge part of the collective.

They had become the Borg.

I wanted to destroy them for good this time and about a quarter of the Q agreed with me. The others did not, seeing the Borg as a threat that would force advancement on the other mortal species and a sufficient punishment for mortals who had dared to threaten the Q.

I left the continuum for good this time.

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