One of One

by zArkham

As the USS Voyager becomes embroiled in the war between the Borg & Species 8472, a strange anomaly is detected on the Borg Cube where Captain Janeway is negotiating for the life of her crew and maybe for all life in the Delta Quadrant. Within that anomaly hides a centuries old secret. A being who found that resistance was not futile and will continue to resist till the end.

1. Memories

PRIME DIRECTIVE: Space may be the final frontier, but I'll never get there by any monies derived from this as Harry Potter and all properties of such are owned by the Dark Lady JKR. All content, characters related to Star Trek are owned by Paramount Pictures, Inc....except maybe some of that stuff that ended up being used in Starfleet Battles which is owned by the Amarillo Design Bureau who used that content via the Starfleet Technical Manual by Franz Joseph Schnaubelt and published by Ballantine Books.

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STORY NOTES

* Star Trek vs. Harry Potter: This is (obviously) and AU take on Star Trek: Voyager. WARNING! It is still mostly a Harry Potter story in that he is often the main POV and the story revolves around him and his life. The reason this is listed as a ST/HP fic is almost all of this fic is in the Star Trek setting.

* Timeline Change: The canonical timeline of Star Trek is a mess with retcons and prequels mucking things up. For this story, to better coincide with Harry Potter and various elements which don't make sense in the canon timeline, I'm bumping things like the Eugenics War to much latter. So instead of the Eugenic War ending in 1996 (and yet nothing of that to be seen in the Voyager episode set in 1996) it won't start till around 2040 with the final nuclear war happening around 2060 or so. Also, sense this fic will end prior to the canonical end of Voyager, I will use some of the later episodes "out of sequence" for various reasons.

* Author's Notes Are Your Friend: Please, please, please take a look at my author's notes. I'm using a LOT of stuff from Star Trek going back to the Original Series and the board game Star Fleet Battles. For those who haven't watched the early stuff (or even ST: TNG!) it will help explain what you're seeing. So again, please at least take a look at the author's notes because I was an intelligence analyst for 15 years and so I'm trained to anticipate questions I know which are going to come up.

* Canon used: For the purposes of this fic, anything from ST: ENT, ST: DIS, ST: PIC and elements from the game Star Trek Online should be disregarded. Thus anything prior to the first ST: TOS episode and the last ST: VOY episode should be ignored unless mentioned in the story.

* Acknowledgements: This fic owes a lot to Darth Marrs' fic The Forever Mage and a bit to Invincible and Revenge of the Wizard. Also, to some degree, to A Captain and a Madmanby RazielLordOfSquirrels

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CHAPTER ONE – MEMORIES

(Episode: Prelude to ST:VOY Scorpion Part 1)

(ST References: Characters from ST:TOS episodes Space Seed & The Savage Curtain)

(HP Refences:Events taking place after HP:TDH epilogue)

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PITHY STATEMENT RELATING TO THIS CHAPTER: "There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable." (City of Heavenly Fire) Cassandra Claire – American novelist & YA writer – 1973 – Present

LAST UPDATED ON: 10-12-2021

"Are you sure about this, Luna? Harry asked quietly as he dropped the report to his lap. For a change, his home was quiet as Ginny had the kids over at the Burrow for the day. The message from the blonde sitting across from him in his den seemed to be serious enough to be heard alone.

"Sure? Can anyone be sure about the future?" Luna said with her usual breathy way. Yet her face hardened into a seriousness Harry hadn't seen since their fight in the Ministry all those years ago. "What I can say is that by around 2060 or so, that most magical species will be extinct and the rest will soon follow. Magic breeds magic, Harry. It is one of the reasons of the general decline in magic seen throughout the ages. The fewer plants, animals, beings and witches and wizards there are, the less Magic there is to sustain them."

"Use it or lose it," Harry said with a tired sigh. He's seen papers from various ICW agencies which had spoken of this. As the Muggle population grew and pushed into every corner of the Earth, the amount of truly Magical areas were dwindling rapidly. Yet in true Magical fashion, most seemed content to ignore the danger and say that the Statute of Secrecy would protect them. Still, what Luna was proposing was far worse than anything he'd read before.

"Exactly. But it's not just our future; it's the future of everyone on Earth that is in terrible danger. One thing is clear to me, though, is the rest of life on Earth will survive. Diminished, changed, scarred and a mere fragment of what it was before. The same will not be true for the Magical world. The 22nd Century will dawn on an Earth bereft of magic. The seers I work with are in agreement. The omens are there and the centaurs have stated they cannot see the stars past around 2050. I'm here because no one is willing to listen. The ICW says we're misinterpreting the signs and centaurs are beasts and so their insight can be safely ignored. If there is one person who understands, who will listen, it is you, Harry Potter."

Harry nodded as he mulled this over. She was right. His Hogwarts years were filled with him warning people of various dangers only to be ignored. Yet this wasn't about him; it was too big. "So, we're all going to die?" Harry asked. "I can't accept that, Luna."

"Your acceptance is not relevant to our coming extinction, I am afraid, Harry," Luna said sadly. "All we can do is see if we can preserve what we were so at least future generations will know of what was hidden just outside their reach."

Harry frowned, "Luna, while that is a good idea, it is almost identical to what everyone is doing and that is mostly nothing. I'm not going to sit around waiting for death. Play at life, watching our kids grow up knowing they are to die. No. There has to be a way to survive this."

Luna shook her head sadly, "Fate cannot be changed, Harry. You know this. You just have to accept that sometimes even the Hero cannot save the day."

"We'll see about that! I've been cheating Fate since I was 15 months old and I'm not about to stop now!" Harry snarled as he crumpled the report in his fist and stalked out of the room.

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BORG CUBE 10100110100, SECTOR 776, DELTA QUADRANT – STAR DATE 50903.8

One exited the Collective data stream with just a thought. As always, One spent almost a quarter of a work-cycle ensuring its digital tracks were covered. One's diligence was the primary reason that the Collective had not detected the stowaway. That in One's case, resistance had not been futile. Or One had only appeared to have been assimilated but actually had escaped to begin the long game of hide-and-seek which had stretched to over two centuries.

One had a fleeing memory. A passing image of a rat hiding away, waiting, surviving. One banished it down the pit where all such memories or images were locked away. One had found that such things made life uncomfortable; distracted One from the constant vigilance needed in the face of the awesome power of the Borg Collective.

With the image gone, One began to sift through the data it had collected. Only two items were of note. The Cube's drone rotation had been moved up. Even more interesting was many of the new drones listed to be brought onboard were from the Alpha Quadrant.

As always, One was suspicious of such transfers. Over the decades, One had stolen 20 drones from the various races of the Alpha Quadrant. All but two were sleeping in stasis while two were still in the adapted maturation chambers One had repurposed to remove Borg technology and regrow the flesh and organs lost to assimilation.

A constant worry to One was that the Borg were sending Alpha Quadrant drones to the Cube to catch One. Even if there had been no indications of such. Early on the Collective seemed to be aware of One's existence but except for some early probes, all attempts to find One had suddenly ceased. Why this was so, One did not know and in a sense did not care. One would not give up the constant vigilance it practiced. The Collective was patient for One only had to make a mistake once for the might of the Borg to be unleashed.

Even so, this transfer seemed more tied to a major rotational disruption due to the second item that had caught One's attention. The Borg were almost finished constructing portals into what had been dubbed Fluidic Space. There were indications that there were highly advanced technologies along with rich biodiversity in this Fluidic Space. So much so that it was deemed a reason enough to let current assimilation works in the Delta and Gamma Quadrant lapse.

One cared not. Only drones from the Alpha Quadrant mattered.

Before turning away from the data to enter into a dark phase to help mask One's presence, it reviewed the data on the two Federation starships in the Quadrant. The USS Equinox was still far from any Borg ships or planets. USS Voyager, however, was rapidly closing on Borg space. One was certain it was only a matter of time before it was assimilated. Unless Cube 10100110100 was the ship to do the task of assimilation, there was little One could do but mourn more individuals lost to the hungry maw of the Borg.

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"You can't be serious, Harry!" Hermione said, "Do you have any idea of the scope of what you're proposing?" her voice echoed around the small office Hermione used when she worked with the Unspeakables. Even all the shelves filled with books couldn't mask the strident irritation in her voice.

Harry eyes were cold as he stared at Hermione for a moment before replying, "2060, Hermione. It's rushing up at us like a wall. I don't care if you think all the divination evidence is bunk, Hermione. However, there is plenty of regular signs that things are going to shit. The climate is changing, the oceans are filled with micro-plastic and normal species are going extinct. On top of that, we're starting to see more diseases. The COVID-19 pandemic was just the warm-up. The Muggles are still pushing into places filled with potential new diseases even as old ones are popping up out of the melting permafrost. As it is, the rising seas are causing migration out of areas filled with people. I know people working with the UN who worry that Iran may end up using chemical or even nuclear weapons if the push from India gets worse. I don't think the Chinese are any less likely to do the same regarding the Koreans. Bloody hell, Hermione! I've read the Pentagon report about climate change. We're talking refugees in the millions! Fights for clean water and other resources that go from being natural to being strategic. Bad, bad days are coming and it's plain for anyone to see. How can you not see it?

Hermione pointed an accusing finger at Harry, "I see the danger just fine, Harry Potter! I also see you jumping to conclusions. Yes, Luna's evidence seems convincing but it's only one part of the equation. My people are saying that things will be tough but it's survivable and I believe them."

Harry laughed bitterly, "Survivable? Is that what you think? We're sitting on a powder keg and climate change and the like is only part of it. The Superiority faction's moves of late aren't making things any better. We're looking at a movement with the capacity bring things crashing down."

Hermione snorted at this, "Both the UN and the ICW are watching them. As an auror, I would think you'd have more faith in the system, both Magical and Muggle."

Harry slammed a fist down on Hermione's desk, "Don't be blind, Hermione! I know you can read between the lines of those UN and ICW reports. The Eugenic movement is growing. The threat of new diseases and changes to our climate are fueling the movement to make 'better' humans. There is a lot of money pouring into the movement by those elites who want to buy into being able to be better. And that just pushes the Purity faction to agitate to do more. I know they already think the UN isn't going far enough to stamp out the Eugenics movement. It's only a matter of time for them to take matters into their own hand. We're all standing in a pool of petrol, Hermione. And everyone has a lit match. It's just a matter of time before someone drops theirs. Once that flame gets lit, all the issues that are currently simmering will boil over."

"And your answer is to run?" Hermione asked archly. "To pack up and leave the field without trying to work to prevent this divined end of the world? Where is the Gryffindor I fought Voldemort with? He wouldn't turn away for a fight."

Harry gave his friend a flat look. "He died, Hermione. He went into the forest and let Voldemort kill him," Harry said coldly. "He died so you all could have a chance. I was the one who came back. And right now, I'm not going to let a magical hat created over 500 years ago dictate my actions. Our families, our friends, our people and all of the Magical world will be gone before the next century dawns."

Hermione said nothing so Harry sighed and stood, "Now if you want to ignore the signs and pretend everything is fine like a modern-day Fudge, be my guest. But I am not going to go quietly into the camps or die in nuclear fire. You think I'm running? No, I'm working to save our people because they are people I can save. The Muggles? Let them find their own Chosen One. They have seven billion people to choose from to help them survive what is to come. However, I can't do it alone. Right now, you need to remember back to when you were eleven and McGonagall destroyed your world with that first bit of magic. To when you realized everything you'd been told was suspect. Because we need that shift in thinking. I need that shift in that thinking because I can't see pulling this off without your brains."

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BORG CUBE 10100110100, SECTOR 776, DELTA QUADRANT – STAR DATE 50960.3

One watched through the Cube's security back-up system as the drone transfers were completed. Given most of the ship was, in some form or another, connected to the Cube's drones, the back-up system was only used if a Cube was seriously damaged. This allowed One a cube-wide surveillance system which was rarely used by the Collective. So rarely was this that the back-up system had not been upgraded in the last 4,692 cycles. While it could be improved on, the Collective did not feel it worth the resources for a system used mostly by Cubes which did not survive whatever had damaged them in the first place.

One of the drones, a Seven of Nine, intrigued One. She was a centurion drone, that was clear. Yet why was she Seven of Nine? Beyond the current group number was sixteen, her unit was merely four. So what unit was she Seven of? Her centurion rank was not overtly in the code all Borg used for inter-drone communication but One could easily see it. The Borg had no need for internal affairs so this Seven of Nine could not be on the Cube for an inspection as normal races might do. The Collective knew what it put its mind to. Any centurion drone or above could focus enough of the Collective onto this Cube to divine almost anything, as well as potentially finding One and its domain. Thus, Seven's secret rank made no sense. The only other oddity (if it could be called such) that One could find was Seven had been assimilated young and spent many cycles in a maturation chamber. Yet there were over a billion of such drones throughout Borg space.

One made a point of ensuring all its resources were monitoring Seven if only for the novelty and mystery she brought. Such things were treasured by One as boredom only brought memories and images up from the pit to distract One from its needed vigilance.

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The Absolute Mugwump's face might as well been carved from the same stone of the ICW headquarters was hewn from. "This body reiterates its final decisions, Mr. Potter. Your plan is reckless, unproven and we believe unneeded. Any further action by your Order of the Phoenix will be met with force. We expect you and your followers to abide by the ICW's decision."

Harry looked up at the triumvirate who glowered down upon him from the seats. All around him were other ICW dignitaries who either worked in the underground HQ in Bern or were here for this meeting due to Harry's famous presence. Harry almost felt he was a teen again with the Wizengamot looking down at him. However, he was no scared boy worried he was about to be expelled. Now he was a wizard on a mission. No bureaucratic functionaries, no matter how high up, were going to stop him.

Harry stood up from the plain chair he'd been sitting in. It hadn't escaped his notice that it wasn't that much different than the one he'd sat in back before Second Year. All it lacked was the chains which could be activated to restrain whoever sat in it. "Very well. However, I will not have history show me to be a zealot. I am going to do something against my better judgment. I'm going to give you one last chance. For you see, while you are called the Absolute Mugwump, you do not have absolute power. In fact, your power, our power has been becoming eclipsed by the Muggles year after year. We exist, for now, because we've managed to keep secret from a new version of Inquisitors. The seers have seen what they will do before the fire takes us. You cannot save us from them. You are arrogantly throwing away the one chance we have."

The Absolute Mugwump sighed as the Archivist made a dismissive gesture, "These supposed new Inquisitors are of no concern to us. We remain hidden from them as we always have and will. You cannot scare the ICW with your supposed bogey-men." She turned to her fellows, "He is delusional. To come here, in our very seat of power and threaten us! I recommend we arrest him now and save us later trouble."

"Sadly, my Lady Archivist, you do not have the army you'd need to do so. I, on the other hand, made sure to bring mine," Harry said before making a grand gesture. This was answered with an explosion and gunfire.

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The self-styled leader of the Augments, Khan Noonien Singh watched as Potter's Phoenix team carted away the captured Magicals. Khan had been surprised how few of the Magicals had needed to be killed. Most of the ICW personnel had surrendered without a fight. Khan sneered at that. Potter had been correct regarding the Magicals arrogance. Finding themselves up against something they thought impossible, they folded like cowards. If not for the miracle in the blood of each one of them, Khan would have cheerfully slaughtered them all. Luckily for them, their fate was in the hands of a man Khan respected.

Khan turned to his ally, "I wish there was some way I could convince you to stay, my friend,"

Harry turned as well and frowned, "I'm not your friend Khan. You're a tyrant and a butcher. The blood on your hands will only get worse. But at least you're an honest butcher. Your Superiority faction doesn't pretty up your actions with deceit and use words from religious books written centuries ago. No, at least your survival of the fittest creed recognizes that even the most lowly has a place. I don't like it, but at least if you win, you won't be sending people into camps because they are the wrong race or don't worship the correct god or have some wetware in their body."

Khan's laugh was rich, like smooth, Corinthian leather, "And that is why I will miss you. Sycophants and fanatically loyal minions are who I am surrounded by. Sadly, the one person I could probably relate the best with would be the likes of that bastard Colonel Green. Still, I appreciate the sentiment. I know history will not be kind to me even if I save humanity from itself. But like you, those who have the eyes to see cannot afford half measures."

Harry nodded at this. He'd been burning bridges for years now. This attack on the ICW was one of the last bridge he could burn. Harry had already had to bury too many friends and comrades who had felt opposing him was the right thing. After today, that number would probably grow.

Khan sighed, "I hope they never forget their savior. It would be easy to believe that they won't but alas, we both know how fickle the hearts of men are. Even as you save them and their world, there will be those that will take any discomfort, any malady or disaster as proof you were the villain in the end."

Harry shook his head, "I don't care. I died and came back for them. If they want to cast me as Satan the Betrayer rather than this quasi-Jesus savior figure I've been stuck with since the end of the War...well I'm okay with that. They have to be alive to hate me." Although given what the eventual plan would cost him, Harry felt he was less Satan and more Prometheus. Like the Titan Harry would suffer eternally for his heroism.

Khan clasped Harry on the shoulder, "Well I shall take my leave of you. Even as you say that the tissues samples and the like you gave will do little for us, I feel that the study will advance our understanding and that itself is a worthy goal. Your people and world have been survivors. I am honored to have assisted in continuing that survival."

Harry shook the Superiority leader's hand, "And I am honored that you did not listen to your advisors. Now that the likes of Colonel Green knows of us, my people fighting them would have been a huge distraction for you to take advantage of."

Khan made a face, "I would dishonor my ancestors and my creed if my victory over the likes of Green came while he was slaughtering your people. My forces and I will meet him on the field of battle and he and the rest of his backward-thinking zealots will be killed in honorable battle."

Harry merely nodded at this. He felt the upcoming war would have nothing honorable about it but without Khan's help, his plan would not have been possible. Just as he was willing to be the villain in order to save his people, he could put up with a monster in the form of Khan Noonien Singh for a few hours.

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BORG CUBE 10100110100, SECTOR 776, DELTA QUADRANT – STAR DATE 50980.5

Alerts, distress calls, loss reports and silence where there used to be thousands of voices filled the data stream. Species 8472 had not submitted to assimilation. Unlike most races that the Borg had encountered, they had not only fought off assimilation, their resistance was turning the tables upon the previously unstoppable Collective.

One felt it cascade over him…him. Why did One still think of itself as him? One and been One for so long. Still, there was a core to One that had never given in. Never had allowed the Collective to steal that element that had made One unique. For One had been unique before the Borg had tried to assimilate him so long ago.

Yes. One had been a him. One still was a him. No matter how deep he was buried under all the Borg tech, the Chosen One was still there; hidden, passive, waiting. Only when certain factors came within One's range was there action. Slowly, over the years, One had diverted cube resources to his domain. From there all the drones One had taken could have their connection to the Collective severed. Drones who even now slumbered for the day they could be saved from their nanotech slavery.

Yet One never forgot that this control over 'his' domain was an illusion. The Borg simply did not see the efficiency of removing the One's realm. It was a small area of one Cube: barely more than a blip in a maintenance report. All it would take was one change in the Collective's priorities and they would fall upon One's sanctum. This had been a concern for two centuries. Now, however, One could tell the Collective had far more important things to deal with than a slight imperfection on one of the thousands of Borg Cubes flying throughout the galaxy.

The One sifted through the data, mulled the continuing mystery that was Seven of Nine and took note that Voyager had been scanned while it obviously was trying to sneak through Borg space. She was close. Perhaps the winds of war might blow Cube and starship together so One might keep Voyager and her crew from what One had felt was an inevitable fate of becoming drones.

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The strain was incredible. Harry felt if every last piece of magic was being forced through him and into the portal. Yet it was almost done. For hours, witches, wizards both young and old had made the transit. Giants, goblins, centaurs all went through the Portal held open by Harry. Harry, the Chosen One, the Master of Death. The Hallows had been the key. Being their master had meant that Harry himself was the key.

Harry barely noticed the huge containers which could have held anything from magical plants to dragons. They all were up-scaled versions of the venerable beaded bag Hermione had used back when they trekked across England searching for horcruxes. Nor did the troops of Khan's allies guarding the transfer register anymore. The transfer took more and more of his focus the longer it lasted.

Finally, the strain was beginning to become too much for him, Harry finally realized someone was calling his name. He opened his eyes to see his extended family and friends. As one they gave him a salute and went through the portal leaving only Ginny, Luna and Hermione.

Luna kissed him, "Thank you for believing in me when no one else would." She leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "I wish I had been braver and taken a chance that maybe I could have been more than 'just friends' after our Slug Club date."

She turned and was swallowed by the portal.

Ginny simply starred at him. She had barely spoken to him since he'd started this journey. For all that she had loved the idea of him being the hero, now that he was the father of their children, she had had a hard time dealing with the consequences of Harry being the hero this last time.

She finally came up and kissed him and then turned without another word and went through the portal.

"And so here we are. And I find myself wishing we could have one more dance," Hermione finally said.

Even with the strain, Harry chuckled, "Because that worked out so well last time!" He had only intended to try and cheer Hermione up with the dance in the tent; Ron's absence casting a shadow over them during the War. In retrospect, as a one-time Auror, Harry wasn't surprised they had ended up in bed together. People in such situations often wanted something to reaffirm they were still alive.

Hermione's eyes were filled with tears. "When things die down and we are settled among the Fae, I'm not going to lie anymore. Rose needs to know her father was the Hero that save them all. Not the man who tried to help stop all this."

Harry managed to shake his head, "Don't make Ron a villain, Hermione. He and all the rest may have acted out of fear, but I always knew I was asking everyone to believe in a miracle. I cannot fault them for doing what they thought, however misguided, was right."

Hermione closed and kissed him passionately, "You've always been a miracle, Harry. I promise you; I will devote my life to ensuring your real story is never forgotten."

Harry grimaced as the pain was becoming too much, "You need to go, Hermione. Just remember, that this is why I think the Hallows were created. I am not the Master of Death. I am just allowing all of you to survive. There can be no death without life. So, go, survive, thrive and with each new life, a new death is ensured. I didn't want to admit it, but I am the Chosen One. Defeating Voldemort was only a stepping-stone to put me into position for this moment."

Hermione looked stricken but nodded and rushed towards the portal. Right before she entered, she turned, "I love you Harry James Potter; I always have."

Harry nodded as his whole body felt like it was about to catch fire, "As I you, Hermione. Look after them, Hermione. They will need a new Chosen One to sort out their new life. Do for them what you have always, since that First Year, did for me!"

Hermione nodded curtly and with tears streaming down her face, leapt through the portal.

With a groan, Harry released his grip on the magicks coursing through him. In an instant, the fiery portal disappeared as if it had never existed. One moment fire, the next a day like any other.

Harry already felt diminished. The magic of the world was fading like water down a drain. Harry wondered, after years of using glamours to hide his lack of aging since the day he'd faced down Voldemort, would he now finally age?

Harry sighed, even if this were to happen, he realized the chance of dying of old age was slim given the future the seers had seen. Harry looked back to where everything he cared about disappeared to. Even if he was still immortal, what did he have to live for now? Death by nuclear fire would at least be quick and he'd finally be reunited with all those he'd lost along the way.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES

Given the positive reception to this fic when I posted it as one of my Pernicious Story Bunnies, I figured I could expand it. I've found that given I've watch ST: VOY re-runs a lot, I don't need that much in the way of research. Indeed, the Memory Core Alpha website breaks down each episode enough that I really don't have to watch them again.

Fic Warning: While I've gone back and went through every chapter (of which what you're reading right now is part of) to make things clearer, I cannot state enough that this fic is geared toward those who know a lot of Star Trek lore going back to the Original Series. This includes the animated series, games like Star Fleet Battles, some of the novels and the like. I will NOT be spoon-feeding everything. If you don't recognize something, go look it up on Memory Alpha because almost everything I use is from somewhere in the lore. If not, then READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTES as I will explain stuff I think most readers might miss. I cannot say this enough. Also, for the love of Q, don't just assume I made a mistake if you see something different from canon. Yes, feel free to PM me but at least give me the benefit of the doubt that what I wrote is correct for my AU story.

Abbreviations: At the beginning of each chapter and in my author's notes, I will be referencing various Star Trek properties via these abbreviations

ST: TOS: Star Trek the Original Series (1966-1967 and then YEARS of reruns) For those who haven't seen the digital updates, you might want to check the series out again.

ST: TAS: Star Trek the Animated Series (1973-1974) Some of the best Star Trek episodes especially the episode Yesteryear.

ST: TNG: Star Trek the Next Generation (1987-1994)

ST: DS9: Star Trek Deep Space Nine (1993-1999)

ST: VOY: Star Trek Voyager (1995-2001)

STU/SFB: Star Trek Universe vs. Starfleet Battles Universe. The ship-to-ship simulation board game Starfleet Battles had an entire timeline, races and historical even which mostly was created prior to ST: TNG coming out. Much of it based of the Starfleet Technical Manual. I played this game heavily and it influences a LOT of this fic.

Unused Series: As mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, while I might take something here and there from Enterprise or Picard, they aren't canon and I don't have access to Discovery or Lower Decks. (ST: ENT, ST:PIC, ST:DIS, ST:LD) I was disappointed when Discovery came out because I feel that Paramount/CBS would be better served just doing a complete reboot of the series. Of course I feel the same way about Star Wars and I'm glad there are rumblings that Disney is leaning toward forgetting the last 3 movies happened after the success of the Mandalorian.

Voyager Timeline: Early on, I noticed that a LOT of Season Four is just going to up and not happen. Beyond changes Harry and the new drones bring, there is the fact that Voyager is going to take a different route to link up with the Equinox.

Change to the Bridge: On my Voyager bridge, the command chairs can swivel. That way the Captain, XO and counselor (or guest) doesn't have to constantly turn in their seat to look at Tactical or Ops. As one with a bad back, I can tell you that would get old REALLY fast. I'm sure Starfleet has an OHSA type branch. Also, like the Enterprise-D, there is another chair to the left of the captain. You'd want one for important guests and the like. Wouldn't want some visiting admiral to have to stand now would you?

Supremacy vs Purity: Given the current (as of 2020-21) Covid-19 Pandemic as well as current trends in military hardware moving to robotics, I can see two trends forming with apologies to Civilization: Beyond Earth.

Supremacy: A faction which uses genetic manipulation to make humans adapt to the diseases (real and engineered) as well as be able to survive as Earth undergoes climate upheaval. They would have a "survival of the fittest" mentality and while wouldn't want to exterminate 'baseline' humans, they would see them mostly as repositories of future DNA mutations. (How I feel mutants like Magneto should feel in the Marvel X-Men comics and as shown in my MCU fics) – In Star Trek canon, these would be the Augments. However, to me, that term feels like what you'd get if people were going a cybernetics and wetware route instead of genetic manipulation.

Purity: The second group would be the Purity faction. They would be quasi-religious in nature which strives for not only racial purity, but purity of the human genome. Obviously any Magicals and magical beings would be targeted by the Purity faction for both religious and genetic dogmatic reasons.

Multiple Factions: As things come apart, there would be a lot of factions. There could be many factions on the same side which don't like each other but mostly co-operate. I saw that a lot in Afghanistan where various anti-government groups would fight amongst themselves when not fight us or the Afghan government. From canon, COL Phillip Green would have been a Purity faction leader and Khan Noonien Singh would be a Superiority Leader.