-: The Borg is the ultimate user.
They're unlike any threat your Federation has ever faced.
They're not interested in political conquest,
wealth, or power as you know it.
They're simply interested in your ship.
Its technology.
They've identified it as something they can consume.
-: Please tell us this is one of your illusions.
-: Oh no, this is as real as your, so called, life gets.
(Q zaps)
Worf: Captain, we are being hailed.
-: On screen.
(screen bleeps)
This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the U.S.-
Borg: We have analyzed your defensive capabilities
as being unable to withstand us.
If you defend yourselves you will be punished.
Worf: Captain, the Borg have locked onto us
with some form of tractor beam.
-: We're on our way.
(red alert siren blaring)
Report, Lieutenant.
Worf: That beam is draining our shields.
Riker: If they pull down our shields, we're helpless.
-: Warp eight, any heading, engage.
(helm beeping)
-: Captain, the beam is holding us here.
-: Increase the power.
-: Shields weakening.
-: Shields will be down in 18 seconds.
-: Locate the exact source of that tractor beam.
Lock on phasers.
-: Phasers locked on target.
-: Fire.
(phasers blasting)
-: They still have us.
-: Shields are down, sir.
(dramatic orchestral music)