"Hey, Commander? What's wrong with the Crewman?"
"He is experiencing emotional distress dirived from the away mission to the Borg probe we encounted three days ago."
"He looks like he hasn't slept for three days! Is he going to be alright?"
"I have assisted him by instructing him in Vulcan meditation techniques. It is likely he will recover."

Stardate 71700.5 - October 31st 2383.
On the edge of explored space near the Romulan Empire and the Federation, the USS Bristol discovered a Borg probe adrift and inactive in a dense planitary dust ring.
Commander T'met, Leiutenant Fowler, Doctor Askey, Crewman Carmen and Crewman Jeraddo beam over for an investigation.

Upon materialising, Jeraddo notes the thin and stale air. Smelling like antiseptic, rust and ammonia. The cold metal floors; grates and solid. The brutalist, cubist mechanical corridors, caverns and walkways everywhere. Jeraddo never thought he would be here. At least it wasn't a fully manned Cube.
The group begin by examining the local technology, the damage and the remains of the drones. Dr Askey, Lt Fowler and Cr Carmen left Jeraddo and T'met to go examine the remains of some of the regeneration alcoves, central plexus and hopefully, the Transwarp drive. Leaving them with the nightmarish assimilation chamber. Whipping out his tricorder, Jeraddo began scanning the equipment, his paws were shaking as he caught glimpses of faces through the maturation chambers windows. Some empty, some with small children of various unfortunate alien races. "Uhh, Commander?" Jeraddo spots an adult drone under debris and hears a faint mechanical buzz coming from it. "Crewman?" T'met walks over to find Jeraddo pointing at a pile of metal and tubing, "I-I think we have a survivor." "My tricorder isn't detecting any lifesigns. But I can hear something. Approach with caution."

Both equip their phasers, powering them up and point at the pile. T'met approached, lifting a sheet of jagged metal to reveal a face; white as face, it's one remaining eye bugging out and moving slowly around. The expression was completely neutral and Jeraddo saw it beging to stare at him. "Crewman." T'met summoned. Jeraddo shakily came down to the drone's face, he began to scan it while T'met removed more debris. The Drone was moving more freely now, but still only limited to a few centimetres of arm, head and leg movement. "It's like it doesn't know where it is. What it is." Jeraddo commented. "Can you assertain the cause of death, if it is, in fact dead?" "Oh, uhh, HE'S dead, the mechanical parts are in some sort of...automaton mode?" He continued to wave his tricorders scanner over the weakly writhing corpse. He felt incredibly cold now, right down his spine. He felt like this drone could fully activate at any second and kill him, or worse.

"Speices: Unknown. cause of death: I think electrocution? There's also severe internal damage to the chest cavity and some of the implants look crushed and partially melted." The drone continued to stare directly at Jeraddo and it truely began to scare him. "Commander, why is he staring at me?" "Crewman" T'met, never to show emotion in his voice sounded audibly concerned now. That tone signalled a problem. "Get up slowly. Do not make any sudden movements." It was at that point that he noticed the drone's mangled arm was arching in towards Jeraddo's neck. Jeraddo froze, his eyes widened. He suddenly felt his body begin to produce a dark field of energy. His body wanted him to use Dark Pulse. In that instant, the drone's arm shot at his neck. Jeraddo recoiled. He yelled and screamed as he heard the assimulation tubuoles shoot out of the drone's hand and the very tips of them touch his neck. Jeraddo let out a fierce Dark Pulse. It may have been too late if it wasn't for Commander T'met's quick and accurate use of the phaser which struck it in the face, blasting the front of it's head like an asteroid crater. The tubuoles didn't pierce his skin in time. The drone went limp and Jeraddo fled towards T'met.

"SIR! IT WAS GOING TO.....!" The commander quietly acknowldged the panicing crewman and tapped his badge: "Commader T'met to Lieutenant Fowler, be aware. He have encounted a live drone in the assimilation chamber..." Folwer cut him off in an urgent tone "Commander, return to the beam-in site. Some of the drones here have reactivated just before you called. We're getting out of here."

The away mission, albiet short, still came away with some bits and pieces of tech, biological samples and scan data. Still plenty for the team on the Bristol to work on for months as she warped out as soon as the away team returned. Jeraddo, however, took away more than he would have hoped.
His spookiest away mission turned into his new personal fear.