Hagrid walked through the crowd of monsters, turning his head to look at the few of a type that he hadn't already seen. He spent three hours with his spyglass, cataloging the monsters, and writing them down in his notepad. Something was coming, flying faster than a broomstick rider, much faster.
Hagrid had replaced the wand that was broken when Tom Riddle accused him of opening the Chamber of Secrets. The Wand makers refused to replace any wand of someone who lost theirs as a punishment. But there was a black market in lightly used wands. So he now had an chestnut wand with an eagle's feather core.
The fast moving thing moved past, apparently headed towards the Ministry. Hagrid was only a few hundred feet from the thing from which all this had come. This shiny ship. He mouthed the letters that were etched on it. "NCC 1701-D"
A shockwave pulsed through him, as he heard a deafening boom.
"Fido! Go take a look" he said to his young dragon.
The dragon which was circling above him stretched up his wings fully and flew towards the ministry.
Suddenly, the monsters streaming out of the ship changed, and many more bats and flying beasts started pouring out.
The fast mover was headed Hagrid's way, but before it could attack it was swallowed up by the flying monsters. The mover even launched a faster moving thing, but the monsters jumped on top of it and detonated it at the cost of their own lives.
A second fast mover turned in a great sweeping arc and escaped before the flyers could swallow it up.
Hagrid catalogued seven types of flying beasties. And then he continued to walk towards the side of the ship which the beasts were pouring out from.
"Why aren't they attacking you?" a teenager yelled at Hagrid.
"I know about beasts," Hagrid answered simply.
"These are mine," the teen said, "Go get your own."
"Do you know anything at all about them," Hagrid asked.
"Yraaa!" the teen said, charging at Hagrid.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hagrid said with his wand pointed at the youth.
The teen was frozen stiff as a board.
"You'll be following my instructions from now on," Hagrid said. "I am the beastmaster, and you are my pet."
Why aren't they attacking him. Hagrid wondered. He did know beasts, but knowing beasts he knew they attacked anyone that seemed remotely like a threat.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Hagrid pointed his wand at the stiff Seifer. Hagrid pushed the teen through the air, headed into the broken part of the ship's hull.
The monsters crawled, ran and flew past them.
Seifer finally unfrozen, and Hagrid pointed at Seifer, "Imperio!", and then "lead the way," he commanded the imperiused teen.
Seifer never had a chance to resist.
The blue and white hallway was strange, like nothing he had ever seen. The monsters were pushing Hagrid around, surprisingly, as they tried to get around him. "Stronger than they look," he grunted.
Hagrid and Seifer went against the flow of monsters, back around a corner, and then a second corner, and then into some kind of garden with trellises, and bizarre plants life. Purple and grey and yellows and deep black and white flowers bloomed, and vine like things hung everywhere.
"Replicant Control. A capacity is currently in use replicating monsters. Manual use of replicators is blocked and cannot be overwritten," a disembodied voice said as the entered.
An exotically atttired woman stepped out into the entryway of the garden. "Well, Well-"
"Petrifi-" Hagrid started to blurt out.
"I don't think so," the woman retorted, and thoroughly countered his spell, putting Hagrid in a full body bind instead.
"Anyway, what was I saying. Oh yeah, Well, Well, Well. We meet the magnificent Rubeus Hagrid. Yes, impressive. Oh, Seifer, there you go," she said, snapping her fingers.
Hagrid realized he lost control of Seifer, and the petrify spell had worn off already.
"Can we just talk, oh Hagrid? You can have some Seifer time all you want, but we have to share," the lady said.
"Alright then, what'ya have to say?" Hagrid said.
"I can give you all the monsters you want, Love. All I ask is for your strange little spells when I need them. Do you know any more?"
"Hah, I've only showed the easy ones. Lord Voldemort thought he was comin' back on the back of that Professor's 'ead. Quirrel's dead. The Killin' Curse. You heard of it right? That's just one. And I wan' somethink out of this too. A few prisoners, we gonna break em out."
"Easy, Seifer can do that job. What else?" the lady said.
"Not 'dis prison. Azk'ban is the Wizard pris'n, there's protection from our tricks, but mayb' not your kind of tricks. An' what is your name, prett' one?" Hagrid asked.
"Edea, Sorceress Edea. Come'on! Let's get moving then. Computer! Set primary monster target to Azkaban!"
"Acknowledged! Primary Target: Azkaban. Secondary Target: Scotland Yard. Tertiary Target: Hogwarts. Do you want to change the other targets?"
"Secondary: Ministry of Magic, Tertiary: Hogwarts," Edea said.
"Come on!"
Seifer ran back out first, followed by Hagrid, and then Edea.
"Why not explore the rest of this thing?" Hagrid asked. More monsters, he wanted more monsters.
"Something's blocking off other sections of the ship. Soon, we will be powerful enough to break into the rest of this ship, and plumb it's deepest secrets!"
o o o
It was mostly luck that Rinoa was still alive. Suddenly alive and awake in a strange place, in the middle of a bizzare garden of both normal and completely unknown plants, she realized only in the nick of time that monsters were showing up all around here.
She had run out of the garden and down the hallway, and luckily found a button which just so happened to block off the garden from the elevator on deck 17. She was stuck between the barrier bulkhead and the lift. But when she got into the lift. It didn't do anything.
Something was wrong with the ship, so many it knocked out the lifts, she had guessed.
After hours exploring, she found the access panel, and after fussing with it for hours more, she got into this vertical tunnel shaft. She was climbing up a long long ladder. This wasn't like any electronics she had ever heard of.
There was an interface on a series of access / landing areas as she went up, but it kept saying access denied. Override Code: _.
There was light up above, on the landing spot of the next floor. The tunnel was light with a weak red light that barely filled the chasm.
She could hear sounds from up above.
Minute after minute, she climbed the rungs, her legs and arms tired to the bone. Finally, she climbed up into the access area and popped open the compartment.
"Someone made it out!" the man with a yellow shirt who was standing next to the pannel shouted. Actually, most of them had yellow shirts, and some blue.
"Actually, I don't know who you are. I'm Lt. Barclay. Ensign Crusher saved us all! Hyper-Intertial Dampening fields with a replicated g-suit for each of us. It was still rough, but all of the people in Ten-Four made it through the crash."
"Uh, I'm not a member of this ship, I'm Rinoa. I woke up in your garden, and then all of these monsters starting appearing all around me, and I somehow got the garden barricaded so they couldn't get in," Rinoa said.
"Well Rinoa," Barclay said, "I want to believe you, but it almost feels like I'm in a dream, or on the holodeck."
"You need to get everyone together, because when they break down that barracade, you're going to have to fight for your life. In the garden, someone was talking about replicators. Was there something in the Garden that we should worry about?" Rinoa asked.
"There's some small replicators for producing soil and plant samples and stuff like that," Barclay. "I think?"
"Jane, what kind of replicators do you have in the Arboretum?" Barclay said
"Haven't you seen the big ones in the back?" Jane said. "There's three of them capable of replicating things up to 10 meters high, wide and deep."
"Oh no!" Rinoa groaned, "is there any way to shut them down?"
"We can't even monitor their use from 10-4," Barclay said.
An older lady, wearing a cloak that put her face in shadows approached them.
"We have replicators here, you know," Guinan said. "Force the computer to hit it's replicator energy limit. Without a captain to reallocate energy budgets, replicators won't be able to use up more than 10% of overall system energy capacity. Now what kind of drink would have the right kick, Barclay?"
"Atomic Tonic," a vulcan ensign offered.
Others started to crowd around Guinan and Rinoa.
"A Gargle-Blaster?"
"Arturian Rum?"
"Quadruple IPA"
"No, No, No," Guinan said. "Do you remember that little incident, when someone tried to take hostages here in Ten Four."
"Which one?" Barclay retorted.
"Well anyway, I served up one Guinan special. Full of anti-matter until you pull out the cork. Luckily I didn't have to use it, and I don't need to tell you that this ship won't stay together if any of these go up, but it will use up a ton of energy."
"Computer, ten Guinan specials please. And get ready to pull them out of the replicator, CAREFULLY!" Guinan said.