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Mr. Gene, Inspiration is a bitch sometimes. Your world made it easier, there are so many things to do, but to be a bit original I have to drag Mrs. J.K. in, I do this for free though.
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Finally, I got my promotion, Lieutenant Junior grade, and two medals from the Federation for my contributions to the Federation. I smiled until I saw the name of my new Ship.
"Fucking Crap Q's!"
6 The Caretaker.
They are dumping me on the Voyager! With that shitty bitch that makes all the wrong decisions! They are due to arrive in three weeks, which gives me ample time to prepare. If I end up in the Delta Quadrant, then all gloves are off.
At least I am stationed in Engineering, so I won't have to deal with her. I better prepare a new shuttle, no, Cardy will do fine with some adjustments, to be safe, I'll take Junky along too.
I spend a week tinkering on Cardy and Junky. I upped the attack power, one Portedo every five seconds will be enough, I even linked both vessels. Unshrunk, I can control both, upping a Portedo every two and a half seconds. I managed to spend a week on the Defiant, to study the ship and technology, I saw a lot of room for improvements, but that comes after we are in the Delta quadrant.
Last week I studied ways to prevent being dragged to the Delta Quadrant. One positive of my new assignment is that I am shagging Dax every day in Boxy. I know it belongs to B'Elanna, but it is more fun when you know someone is listening.
Dax dragged B'Elanna into my room the last two weeks and said: "You want him B'Elanna, you know it, I know it, and he wants it. I don't mind sharing, he was never exclusive to me anyway. Harry, remove her clothes please."
With a snap of my fingers, Dax was butt naked, I turned to B'Elanna: "Your choice B'Elanna, not mine, not hers."
Slowly, B'Elanna removed her clothes: "I wanted this months ago, Harry, but I was afraid it would get in the way of our company. I choose to do this."
I smiled: "B'Elanna, I just started that company to help you out because I like your character. You won me over when you said you refused to be a smuggler or worse. You being pretty and sexy helped too."
Dax got behind B'Elanna and cupped her breasts: "Harry, these tits are asking to be sucked, do it or I will."
I grinned: "Those are empty treats Jadzia, you will suck them anyway. But for now, play with the nipples, while I take my clothes off."
Stripping the right way is important, if you leave your T-shirt and your socks for last, then I'll guarantee you that the mood will be gone before you are done with the last sock. Having your dingaling exposed below your T-shirt is a sure way to get blue-balled. Try it before a mirror, I did when I lost a girlfriend that way.
Where was I? Ah? My mind was drifting off when two smoking hot girls are doing Yuri in front of me? That is sacrilegious! To hide it, I joined the girls. Damned! I still have my socks on! A snap with my fingers took care of it. Next time I'll use Magic to start with.
I grabbed Dax by the hair and said: "B'Elanna, Dax likes it rough and violent, so there is no need to restrain your Klingon part, let's give her a thank you for bringing you here."
B'Elanna smiled: "I already know she likes it rough, I am not deaf, this last week I heard enough. So yeah, let's thank her, and then we will find out if you can handle two violent girls."
That started one of the best sessions so far, first, Dax got brutally shagged, then they both assaulted me. I ended up with bite marks and hickey's all over my body, two girls going cow-girl style, riding me like there is no tomorrow was a blast. But, they got as much as they gave, I held them by the hair and face fucked them in turns, shooting my load in their faces, and letting them lick each other clean.
I became quite handy with ropes and blindfolds, with a rack to keep them in place, it gave me free range of the goods. An hour later, we closed the session with a gentle shaggalong, aftercare is important, otherwise, there is no closure.
A glass of water with two teardrops of my Phoenix made us as good as new. So good, that we went at it again… it is good to be me. Needless to say, B'Elanna spends the last weeks in our bed.
Xxxxx
In my last week, I got an idea, an artificial intelligence! I bet I can do that. In a way, the wizarding paintings are almost an AI, except they only talk when talked to, and sleep when they have nothing to do. I have to find a way to make it more interactive.
I have the spells for it, but not the magic paint. Then again, I don't need a painting at all, I replicated a big memory core crystal, and designed a computer terminal for it in a hidden compartment, I used Junky as a test for it. Then I connected the terminal to all the functions of the shuttle.
Finally, I used the spell to transfer an imprint of myself into the core as they did on the paintings. I booted the core up and ran a diagnostic. All seemed well, which made me connect the shuttle core to it. Slowly, the AI started the systems up, one by one. Suddenly it started the comlink and the camera functions.
The AI spoke up: "It seems to have worked, I am in command of all the functions of Junky… rename it, man! There is no way in hell that I use the name Junky! I vote for Proto, as in Prototype. And I need Hologram emitters through the shuttle to do maintenance."
I shrugged: "That is fair, Proto it is. Replicate the emitters and I'll install them for you. Tell me, do you feel as if you are the same as a wizarding painting, or are you more?"
Proto answered: "I guess I am more than a painting. I have control over all the ship's functions, why didn't you build any restrictions in? I can bomb a complete fleet right now with nobody to stop me."
I answered: "You are a reflection of me, a copy of myself, knowing myself, I would hate to be restricted in any sort of way. As for bombing a fleet, I trust your judgment. You know our priority, family and girlfriends first, friends second, the rest… Meh."
Before me, a bunch of Hologram emitters appeared, together with Proto it got installed within the hour. Proto became handy with the transporter beam by beaming parts of the walls and sealing them away, complete with power outlets to plug the emitters in, the beam fixed the emitters in place.
AI appeared before me, I said: "Give yourself a different look or clothes if you want to. Now a hard question, I am going to install it in Cardy and Boxy too, maybe even in Pretty. Do I copy you, or do I do the same as I did with you and make a new one?"
Proto answered: "You better make it a copy, I can link with the others and update each other when we meet, that way there is no competition between AIs… does that sound Borgish? We are One?"
I grinned: "The Borg will shit their recharging stations when they find out. Alright then, we do Cardy first, then we ask permission at B'Elanna for Boxy, after that, I'll flame to Pretty with a copy."
Copying the program in a new core didn't work. I have to use the Gemino spell in combination with the painting spell to make a permanent copy of Proto, it needed the Magic sparks to activate. In a way that is a good thing, knowing myself, I could end up with a fleet of a couple of thousand ships.
Proto and I installed the copy in Cardy, B'Elanna saw the benefits of an assistant and agreed for Boxy and Trader to have Proto installed. She refused to name the Transport Porty, she even rolled her eyes when I proposed Trancy. She is pretty, but she has no naming sense at all.
I convinced Nana to permit me to install Proto in Pretty: "Nana, that is not a mechanical AI or even a sentient computer program, this is a copy of my mind from two days ago. To be blunt, I will be the ship. This way, it can operate alone and make decisions in critical situations. It can also be a help, it has my complete knowledge up to now, and Nana, I know a lot."
Pretty got installed on the day before Voyager's arrival. My final act, I installed Proto in the secret room on DS9, and let it connect with the Station as a sleeper backup.
That night we did our goodbye shagging, at last, Jadzia got introduced to Proto.
I said: "This week I managed to create a copy of my consciousness and installed it in our ships. Originally I planned to take Cardy and Proto with me, but Jadzia, I want you to have Proto. This medallion is a homing beacon, so Proto can always find you. This is a personal gift to you Jadzia, the Federation has nothing to do with it. Now, on your hands and knees, so I can shove Little Harry inside."
It is great to be me.
Xxxxx
Voyager arrived, I said my goodbyes last evening and night, packed all I need, including Cardy, and went on board. First, I reported to the Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Carey, in Engineering, after putting my stuff in my room, I reported to the Captain.
She looked coolly at me: "Let me be honest with you Junior Lieutenant, I was forced to accept you in my crew, that usually means you have big connections, or you are hard to handle. But, I am willing to give you a chance to prove yourself to me."
I said: "Permission to speak freely Captain?"
After her nod, I said: "I did not ask to be stationed on Voyager, Captain, it was done because I proved myself too much to everyone, and became resented by the higher-ups that I have achievements beyond Star Fleets control. Being on a Starship will cause all my developments and inventions to be the property of Star Fleet. I'll do my work, and I am very good at it, but I won't be proving myself in the near future, Captain."
Janeway observed me for a moment: "What inventions and developments are you talking about Junior Lieutenant?"
I shook my head: "If it isn't in my records, then you need clearance from Star Fleet Control, Captain. I can not openly talk about it."
Janeway said condescendingly: "I doubt you developed something that requires Star Fleet clearance."
I shrugged and said: "I am an Engineer, but I did not get access to the plans for the new engine of Voyager or the metal from which it is made off. Do you know who developed it?"
Janeway answered: "That information needs Star Fleet approval."
I stood there and just smiled. She may think whatever she wants with that. I grew up between the upper regions from Star Fleet, meeting a captain won't let me shake in my boots at all. Now that I know the underbelly of the beast known as the Federation, the innocent and naive Harry Potter became the Wizarding Harry Potter with a smudge of the old guy... alright! a lot of smudge. I decided to stay in Star Fleet for the connections, and the fact my whole family, is serving in it.
Finally, she said: "I expect perfect performance in Engineering Junior Lieutenant. Dismiss."
Xxxxx
On my way back to my quarters, I met Tom Paris, I knew the guy from Star Fleet parties and gatherings. He is one of the victims of parental pressure and didn't cope with it very well.
I smiled and said: "Look, Tom Paris in the flesh! Did you escape the penal colony? The last thing I heard about you, you got arrested for working for the Maquis."
Tom grumbled: "Put a sock in it, Harry, they drafted me to find a ship with the captain's first officer. It will clean my slate if my information is accurate."
I slapped his back: "I doubt it will help, Tom, it seems trouble finds you everywhere you go. Anyway, it is good to see you again, we have to catch up when we are on the way."
Tom smiled: "I like that, then there is at least one friendly face on this Ship."
While walking away I commented: "I won't be the last one, Tom, give it time."
Back in my quarters, I expanded the back of my room. Big enough to unshrink Cardy to full size, that way Proto can monitor the surroundings without being noticed. I put an illusion on the place where the back wall is supposed to be, and I have my secret lair.
I used my first shift to inspect the changes Star Fleet did to my shield configuration, there must be a scientist there who thinks he invented the wheel because the configuration is completely messed up. The subroutines that man or woman added slowed detection and straight out hindered detecting through Cosmic clouds. Making us vulnerable to ambushes.
I did a Malfoy and tattled to Nana, and asked permission to correct the flaws. A day later, the captain called for me. I arrived in the conference room where she waited with her Chief engineer.
She stated: "I got ordered from Star Fleet to let you change the configurations of our shields. Other ships are recalled to the nearest Starbase to do a refit. I guess this is your doing?"
I kept my face serious and answered: "I will do it right away captain."
Lieutenant Carey asked: "Are you familiar with the new shields Junior Lieutenant? It is highly unusual to let an Engineer as young as you alter something so vital to our safety."
I nodded: "I know how to do it Chief."
Irritated, Janeway said: "And to hear details we need clearance from Star Fleet I suppose?"
I tried my most innocent expression: "Exactly, Captain, I can't risk a Court Martial for revealing Star Fleet secrets to unqualified personnel."
Hah! That stung like a bitch! They looked like they sucked on a lemon. It degraded me to be their least favorite person though. I took my time reprogramming and rebooting the shields, as they say, if they don't know how long it will take, take as long as you want it to last. More so, if it takes a long time people will think it is a difficult job and you get more respect.
After that, I examined the long-range scanner, what do you know, I have to tattle again! I started to doubt the intelligence of the science section, or the changes are on purpose. Janeway just ordered to do the re-calibration without asking a thing.
We entered the Badlands, to the last known location of the Marquis, and scanned the region. We got closer to a nebula where suddenly we are scanned by a Tetryon beam and a massive displacement wave hits the ship. The shield activated, and Proto aided with his shields, adding an extra layer.
It did save several lives, we arrived in the Delta Quadrant, Voyager was shaken up, but nobody died this time. Proto reinforced the shields and rotated the frequency to prevent transport. The caretaker went through it anyway and beamed the crew away, it was my protego shield that kept me on Voyager.
I turned into Flame and searched for that alien life sign. When I spotted it, I directly flamed next to him, a Petrificus Toatalis disabled him.
I told him: "That wasn't smart, Caretaker. Think for a moment, why would you care so much for the Ocampa? Because long ago you destroyed their planet? You are wreaking havoc through the Galaxy, abducting people from all over the place just to help one race?"
I flicked his forehead and continued: "Did it never occur to you that all you had to do was relocate them to another planet, and let them evolve themselves? By sheltering them you harmed them more than by destroying their planet. You have two choices, you give me the schematics and manuals of that array, or you allow me to take it along. Next, you release the crews from our region, from both ships."
I undid the spell, wearily, the Caretaker looked at me and asked: "Who are you? Why can't I sense you?"
I smiled: "Don't worry about it, the Qs cant sense me either. A higher being put me here to fix some of your mistakes. So stop with what you are doing and put the crews back on the ships, I will make certain the Ocampa are taken care of."
They can't deny there are higher beings, someone had to put me here in the first place after all. The Caretaker took me to the array, the station is big, but the actual transporter array is manageable.
He said: "I can imprint the information on how to build, operate, and maintain the array into your mind. I only ask you to prevent giving access to aggressive races."
I nodded, he laid his hands on the sides of my skull, and for the next ten minutes my brain got flooded with information about the array and the power generator to operate it. Win-win for me!
Finally, he said: "I trust you to keep your word Master of Death, the crews are returned to their ship. I have used up my time here. When I die, this station automatically self-destructs after ten minutes, be sure to get away."
He collapsed and vanished. Proto, who was listening in, started to beam a lot of goodies into his transport buffers, everything that looked interesting. I disabled the array and shrunk it down. I disconnected the power generator, and let Proto beam it away.
Then I changed into flame and flamed into Cardy's storage room with the array. Hah! It was the perfect heist! I robbed the place clean, even with the permission of the Caretaker!
When I left my quarters, people were looking for me, I, along with Ensign Harry Kim were the only ones missing. Janeway contacted the Maquis ship, to open negotiations, the Maquis were not so lucky, they suffered many casualties when the Caretaker took them, and their ship was heavily damaged. It was the ship from Chakotay, no, the first officer is the captain now. She agreed to beam the wounded into the sick bay as a gesture of goodwill.
The station did some final energy beams to a planet and exploded, which shook the canon up a bit, there was a lot of stuff supposed to happen that I skipped. Janeway followed the energy beams to the planet to search for the missing crewmen. Harry Kim, and a female Maquis. B'Elanna stayed at DS9, I doubt she would want to come along, she is getting quite rich with her Boxy and Trader.
The alloy still can't be replicated, even by the most advanced Industrial Replicators. Like Latinum, some kinds of metals cant be replicated yet. That is why Gold isn't used as currency anymore, and Gold pressed Latinum is the standard now. It can be transported though, transporter beams work just fine, but creating new with a replicator is not yet possible.
B'Elanna branched out, collecting working parts from the Jem'Hadars ships, a combination from several wrecks allowed Proto to extract new technologies or some variants. The intel paid well when she presented working parts to be studied by the Star Fleet scientists.
Xxxxx
On the way to the planet, we met Nelix, who like in canon negotiated to act as a guide for water and to rescue his girlfriend. Although this Nelix looked a bit better than the one from the show. At the planet, the local bad guys tried to get access to the underground city.
Now if I remember it right, the people of the Caretaker accidentally destroyed the planet's surface from the Ocompa, they detected that the Ocompa had the potential to reach their own level of evolution, so they left a couple behind as compensation to take care of the Ocompa. they build an underground city and provided food, clothing, and shelter. the downside? The Ocampa have a ridiculously short lifespan! Seven years is all they got.
By caring for them the opposite was achieved, the Ocompa degraded to be dependent on the Caretakers for survival. the local bad guys, the Kazon discovered the energy beam that went from a Space Station to a barren planet under a city ruin on the surface. That Station was too heavily protected, so they went to the planet to search for treasure.
Sometimes an Ocampa found a way to the surface which started legends of an underground City. Kes, a young female Ocampa was the latest escapee. She was found by a small-time trader/hustler and became a couple. My guess is that Kes stuck with Nelix for self-preservation. Slowly she evolved some of the potential powers the Caretakers knew the Ocampa have.
Well... I did promise that I would take care of them, I asked Proto: "Proto, do you have an idea on how I can help the Ocampa? Being just another Caretaker is hardly a solution, nor is staying here for the rest of my life."
Proto answered: "Harry? I can help develop these people. Can you duplicate Cardy and me, and leave me in the underground city? I know enough tech to create a power plant to generate power from the Planet's core to that city, and replicating some food replicators will help a lot. After that, I will teach them how to use their gifts. Maybe I can even make the planet habitable again. It depends on the technology we took from the Caretaker."
I asked: "Are you certain Proto? knowing myself, I would go crazy being couped up down here."
Proto reassured me: "I am not that couped up Harry, remember, I have long-range scanners, and my short-range scanners can spot a fly in a ten-light-year range. I'll be fine."
It took a lot out of me to duplicate Cardy, the Caretakers stuff was still in it, so I had to remove the memory crystals first and copy them afterward. Proto got copied as well. When Janeway and Tuvoc fetched Harry Kim and Expendable character A, I flamed with a shrunken Cardy into the city and enlarged it.
I smiled: "Good luck Proto, have fun with the Caretaker's stuff. Your original will take care of the Kazon."
Proto copy answered: "I will. Good luck Harry, kick some ass."
I flamed back on Voyager, I said to Proto: "Beam Nelix and his girl on his ship, then our crews, after that, take out the trash."
Being OP is soo satisfying don't you think? Wizarding Magic combined with Technology can work miracles. And I feel I only scratched the surface of the possibilities.
I bet Janeway pissed her knickers when she got beamed on her captain's chair and watched the Kazon getting Portedo'd. One after another the ships exploded, the last one got a message from Proto: "This planet is off limits. If you return, then you die."
I know! That is Super Hero talk! I always wanted to do that, and Proto is stealing my thunder. Janeway got away with the Maquis ship in a tractor beam. Two hours later she halted and took stock of the situation.
Harry Kim and Expendable character A are in sickbay getting cured, meanwhile, the Maquis ship is falling apart, the stress from the transport wave was too much.
The chief engineer gave a damage report: "The structural damage is on all decks, two of the five engines are beyond repair. She can be used for short distances at low speed, if we were in Federation Space it would be scrapped."
Tuvok added: "From the original crew twenty-three died, six are in sickbay, eighteen are on their ship."
Janeway said: "We can't leave them behind, who is in charge on that ship?"
Tuvok answered: "John Lawrence, his first officer died, so are all his engineers when those two engines got damaged."
Janeway thought for a moment and said: "Offer them passage on our ship as crew members, salvage as much as you can from that ship, food, fuel, and materials."
I closed the video feed from that conversation and started my shift. The whole time I wondered, should I stay in the Delta quadrant, or return to my girls? If we return, how do I explain it? No doubt, Star Fleet will want to have their grabby hands on the array, and there is so much to do here. I can tinker with Voyager without Section 31 breathing down my neck.
There is that whole Borg situation with Species 2000 whatever, that needs my attention… What to do?
