"It is an honor to meet all of you. If you will come with me. The rest of my senior staff will meet us in the officer's lounge for dinner"
"Please lead on," Haryail acknowledged.
They walked through quiet corridoors. There was the odd crewman here and there, but the hall traffic was light.
As they walked Capt. Moore made small talk.
"I could not help but notice your implants, T'remea Haryail. They appear to be Borg...", Moore was curious, and did not intend to offend.
Dolari smiled faintly, obviously accustomed to the question. "Indeed, they are not exactly subtle, are they? When I was sent to make first contact with the Borg, they did what they normally do and assimilated my ship and its entire crew, myself included. However, Borg continuity and order began to break down on the vessel we were on. Borg assimilation technology is incompatible with the Venasian telepathic mind, Captain, and they were forced to disconnect us from the collective. They agreed to keep me in my originally intended role as an ambassador. Do not worry, Captain. The implants are completely separate from the collective. It was simply too dangerous to remove them completely."
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