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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?
7 We are Proto!
I have to take the Q into consideration too. No matter what I do or try, if it isn't to their liking, they mess it up. Being stationed on Voyager gives them the opportunity to set Canon straight, but it gives me the whole Delta Quadrant to mess around in.
There are also some fine specimens to be found there. Then there is Captain Janeway, the writers messed her up good. On one side they tried to make her heroic and strong, on the other side they forced her to be the pinnacle of Federation Vlues. In my opinion, she ended up as a bad mix of both.
While I was considering different solutions, Proto offered one to me: Harry? Make a copy and integrate it into Voyager. You can create enough hidden sections to conceal everything. We must save our fuel, and install maintenance protocols on the engines and all essentials. Do the shuttles too."
Now that is an idea! I'll be the hidden Hero! The helper from the shadows, I'm thinking of a dark red spandex, that will go fine with my black Speedo, and a cape with some purple trimmings. Nah, not a mask, I'll just change my hairdo and wear glasses… no, that has been done. That needs some extra thought before I decide on my new costume.
Right now, I have to find a place to install Proto's core. Ah! I know just the place to install it. Right below the Computer Core of Voyager is a storage room, I can extend a part and place a false wall on the original spot. I can do the same with my Portedos, and Replicator. Even the Transporter beam will get a spot.
Xxxxx
During the night cycle, an invisible man with an extended bag sneaked into a storage room. Two hours later, Proto was in control, although he doesn't interfere with Voyager yet, Integrating with the bio-neural gel packs from Voyager, boosted Proto's calculation speed, making Proto act like a junkie for hours. His control over Voyager is complete, nothing escapes his attention from now on.
Moving around after that was easy, Proto shielded my actions and even provided alibis by altering the ship logs. At the end of the week, Voyager was armed with four Portedo launchers and replicated fuel and Crystals.
The week after that, the hull got enchanted and Runed, the engines got a major repair sequence build in, that kept Voyager able to keep warp eight for months. That will cut down some traveling time.
Proto alerted me that a female Maquis, Seska, was trying to add some subroutines to get control of Voyager, a scan revealed she is a Cardassian spy.
I said: "Alert a security detail and let her get caught red-handed. Make certain they find the sabotage. Ah, I remember it now, she was Chakotay's sweetheart in the show. She was in thick with the Kazon… We will soon meet the Vidiians, the body part snatchers. Be on alert for that one Proto."
Seska got caught and landed in the brick. That led to the discussion on how long she will stay in there, after all, home is seventy-five years away. Leaving her behind on a planet will cause problems, she knows technology that can alter the future of that planet. I should have told Proto to beam her out… to cold? Heartless? Will it save lives? I thought so too.
For the moment we are still in Kazon space, an aggressive race that is repressing a whole region by force. I think Proto scared the crap out of them because they left us alone for now. It gave me the chance to prepare Voyager. All the shuttles are done, even the one that is attached to the outside.
At one time the Kazon tried to intercept us with a fleet of one hundred ships. That day Captain Janeway found out there is something strange happening on Voyager and she doesn't know what. The Kazon left the battlefield with two ships. Proto beamed some unfamiliar technology up to be studied, and Janeway ordered a complete search of the ship for anomalies. Those explosions had to come from somewhere.
I spread the rumor that a Q must be looking out for us. They fuck me over, I'll use them as scapegoats, turnabout is fair play.
Xxxxx
To make a long trip even longer, Janeway decided to do some exploring, in search of technology to help reach home faster. She accepted Nelix as a guide and offered him and Kes a place on Voyager, his ship is stored in a cargo bay. So, we are planet hopping following Nelix's knowledge of advanced races.
That brings our crew to 167, which is 17 over the maximum capacity. It forced Janeway to modify cargo bay two to extra quarters for the Maquis. Now, there are some shady characters with the Maquis, although one or two with the Voyager crew too. No doubt there will be some from Star Fleet intelligence on board or worse.
Tom Paris, Harry Kim and I are hitting it off good. Tom and Kim as the bachelors of the group are hitting on the available single females on board, and failing miserably at it, Tom is too much of a playboy, and Kim is a nervous wreck when he is talking to girls.
It is a surprise I am popular, maybe because they know I am dating in DS9, and am a safe choice for an evening out. Much to the envy of Tom and the admiration of Kim.
Tom asked: "You know we are seventy-five years from home, why won't you date any of the other girls?"
I shrugged: "I plan to return to DS9 within a year, Tom, I stay faithful to them both, and I hope they do the same. I will spend time with girls, but there will be no relationships this year, friendship will do."
I grinned and added: "But if they want to share me with my girlfriends that is negotiable."
A set of twins heard me and one of them asked: "You are dating two girls? Aren't they jealous?"
I blew on my fingernails and polished them on my shirt, then I answered: "Miss, I am that good! They have to team up to get me tired."
The other twin scoffed: "Yeah, I believe you! What else are you going to brag about?"
I smiled at the girl and said: "Well, I am good at fighting too, I even can handle five Klingons with Bat'leths at the same time… easily."
The first twin reacted: "Impossible! A classmate tried to fight a Klingon on the Holodeck at the Academy and got trashed completely. Even with the safeties on, he had to spend a few days in sick bay."
I smiled innocently: "Do you want to bet on it?"
Twin two held her sister back: "Hold on, this can be a trap, what do you want to bet and what do we have to do when we lose?"
I thought for a bit, and said: "You girls are from the astrophysics lab, aren't you? Well, I can double the range of your deep space scanners if you win. What are you offering when you lose?"
Twin One said: "IF we lose, we go on a double date with you."
I shook my head: "I can't accept that, an evening out as friends perhaps? Or a date, if you want to be a part of my relationship with my girlfriends."
Twin Two quickly said: "An evening out will do."
I checked a console, and Holodeck Two was free. I reserved it for me and some spectators.
I said: "Misses, follow me to Holodeck two, I will prove it to you, or recuperate in sickbay after trying."
At Holodeck two I arranged the settings: "Computer, create an arena similar to the Roman Colosseum with one row of spectator seats for my visitors. The arena has to have a rocky floor with some bigger boulders. Start simulation Harry Potter 5."
The Twins sat on the stands with Tom Paris and Harry Kim and watched a group of five Klingons come out of the catacombs with Bat'leths. On the other side, I was waiting with my trusty hammer and shield, wearing light leather armor.
They screamed when the Klingons rushed at me yelling battle cries, or they could be insults, I never bothered to listen to them. The screaming stopped after I bashed the first Klingon's head, and eliminated the second one with the return swing, their mouths were wide open when three and four went down, number five took a bit longer to warm me up a bit.
In the second wave, seven Klingons, I used the terrain to my advantage and dealt with them easily. The third wave, nine of them, I decided I scared the girls and boys enough and ended it after the ninth one kicked his bucket.
I called out: "Computer, end program! Well, beautiful misses, when do you want that nice evening out with me?"
Twin One said: "I saw it, and I still can't believe it! I saw the feedback from our classmate, he didn't stand a chance, and you took nine at the same time!"
Tom asked: "Where did you learn to fight like that Harry? I remember you focused completely on your studies in Star Fleet Academy, I heard your grandmother complain about that at my father."
I shrugged: "I found out I have a talent for swinging a war hammer. And even in the academy, I was working out, Tom."
Twin Two said: "Tomorrow after our shift, Harry Potter, and call me Vero and my sister Alice. We answer to both names, nobody seems to keep us apart."
I smiled: "And you prefer it that way I guess, fine, Vero and Alice, tomorrow after your shift."
Tom complained: "Hey! You are hogging all the girls! Leave some for us poor blokes."
I shrugged: "I'll bet if you smash some Klingons, the girls will flock to you. Vero, Alice? I still have another half hour in the Holodeck, fancy a stroll on the beach? Computer, start program Harry Potter 69, with beachwear."
The setting changed to a tropical beach with a nice sunset. The twins, in bikinis, hooked their arms on my elbows and we walked into the sunset, leaving two lonely blokes behind. They sighed and left the Holodeck.
Xxxxx
The next day, word got around not to mess with Junior Lieutenant Potter if he is holding a hammer. I had a good time with the twins though. They are nice girls and fun to be with, too bad I am still committed to Dax and B'Elanna, they are totally shaggable.
Proto was exploring the nic-nacs he salvaged from the Caretakers' Station. There were some beauties in them, too bad they needed mental communication to work. Meh, we have time. I asked him to focus on long-range communications to establish contact with B'Elanna and Dax.
Along the way, Proton avoided several mishaps with the crew, a planet that uses strange Polaric energy to power their society got skipped over when Proto showed the incompatibility with our technology. So a time paradox got avoided.
The new shields prevented the Vidiians to harvest organs from the crew, although, the Vidiians are a puzzle to me, they have the technology to clone organs at will, and they keep on stealing them from other races. To make a clone, you only have to take a single cell, even a bit of spit will do… I better keep my body parts to myself.
It made the Vidiians textbook villains, taking from others and keeping it for themselves, there is no Robin Hood around here.
Proto decided to mess with the Vidiians whenever they came within reach of his transporter beam, he beamed some organs away, that was their way of doing things, Proto just returned the favor. That way, Voyager carved a bloody path through the Vidiian Space Region.
Janeway… I'm beginning to feel sorry for her, after Voyager kicked Kazon's ass, she is viewed as the new neighborhood bully and treated that way. It drove her up the wall. We made good speed though, the Chief engineer reported that the new type of engine hardly uses any fuel and stays in optimal condition despite the high velocity.
He kept on believing that for four weeks, the fuel stayed at the same level, no anti-matter or Deuterium is being used, and the engines are like brand new. Four weeks at Warp Eight should have depleted the fuel considerably. Meh, I'll keep him guessing.
Tuvoc is a favorite victim of mine, I love to mess around with his logic. The last time he almost got a brain aneurysm was when I proved to him that Gods do exist.
It started like this: in the mess hall, a debate started about the multiverse.
I commented: "The Multi-Verse as you are describing is only possible if there are omnipotent Gods. Without Gods, it is impossible to have an Infinite Universe as the Enterprise experienced on an away mission where Lieutenant Worf found himself in different Universes as himself."
Tuvok took the bait and asked: "The Multi-Verse is a proven fact Junior Lieutenant, why do you think an omnipotent God is needed for it?"
I shrugged: "First, we start with numbers. The Universe is about 13.5 Billion years old, give or take a year. Life on a cellular level started about 3 Billion years ago. So for 3 billion years, the Universes just next to ours develop exactly the same as ours… as in every single cell is the same. Can you do the math?"
I grinned and continued: "To conceive a child, a couple has to do an average of ten to twenty copulations. Every ejaculation produces about 100 million sperm cells, which means the chance to have the same child in the next Multiverse is one to a billion. Now imagine those numbers with the population of Earth, at one time Earth had a population of seven Billion people. Then, we have to count the other planets in, a whole Galaxy. Do you really think that you can meet an alternative you in the next Universe? It is only possible if an omnipotent God copied this universe, otherwise, I say that we are characters in a story."
I added: "Let us not talk about the semi-Gods like the Q and the Prophets, or even the Caretakers that want to steer the timeline to their wimps. My guess is that Q messed with the Enterprise for fun."
Xxxxx
Proto finally got a breakthrough! He developed a subspace transmitter that can reach the other side of the Galaxy. After a few tries, he found Boxy Proto, quickly he sent the data package with the schematics of the transmitter to Boxy Proto and waited for Boxy to respond.
One evening, B'Elanna contacted me: "Harry? Proto said you are on the other side of the Galaxy. How is that possible? Starfleet regards Voyager as lost. Your mother and Nana contacted me to tell me and Dax the news. We have been crying for weeks."
I answered: "A being like the Q transported us to the Delta Quadrant to see if we are compatible to be his successor. We kicked ass, and are now on the way home. It will take a while to get home though."
B'Elanna said: "Proto already contacted the other ships, be prepared to get calls from them."
I sighed: "I missed you and Dax both, B'Elanna. Proto and I are working on a solution to get home faster. If all is well, I estimate a year, more if Proto can bounce ideas between his copies. Guess what B'Elanna, who do you think is in charge of Voya?"
B'Elanna groaned: "Call her Voyager Harry! So, you copied Proto to Voyager? Isn't that stealing?"
Proto answered: "Not only Voyager, the shuttles as well, but we are also even managing an underground City. It was necessary, if only for saving fuel and doing maintenance. Now that we established communications we can act as one. We are Proto. Harry can spell this channel from outside interference."
Mother was the next one calling: "Harry? Proto told me you are 70 000 lightyears away from here. And showed me the footage of your actions. Are you feeling well, son? You ordered Proto to destroy a lot of ships. That must have an impact on your mental health."
I nodded: "I am fine Mother. Proto keeps me centered. How are you feeling by the way? It must have been hard on you and the rest of the family."
Mother said: "Nana took it hard, she is in a depression since, she only talks with Proto. She will be contacting you soon. At the moment I am visiting B'Elanna with Pretty, I'll return home so Nana can talk to you. This is official talk now, can you let the crew contact Star Fleet and their relatives? In other words, can you share this technology?"
Proto answered: "We could, but we shouldn't. One data stream through subspace is hardly traceable, continuous chatter between the Delta and alpha quadrant will attract attention, the Borg for instance will be rushing to it like bees to nectar."
I said: "We can create a data burst transmitter, that way they can send and receive a set of data at certain dates.'
That was what they did in the show, so it wouldn't be hard to apply that technology.
Dax contacted me: "You made me worry, Harry, you made me cry, but I am glad you are still alive. How are you feeling, Love?"
I smiled: "Much better now that I can see your face again. I missed you and B'Elanna a lot these weeks."
Dax grinned: "I bet you missed the sex more. You were insatiable those last weeks as if you knew what was going to happen… You knew? How? Why didn't you avoid it?"
I shrugged: "I expected it, I meddled too much with the happenings at DS9, the Q, and Prophets were not happy with those changes and interfered. They are too powerful to fight against, and trying to avoid it will make them use more aggressive methods. Plus, I feel I have to be here for some reason."
I grinned: "Proto nicked some good stuff from an advanced Space Station, this communication transmitter is a result. I bet that we can get back home within a year, can you wait that long, honey?"
Dax stuck her tongue out: "What about you stud? Can you keep it in your pants? I saw the crew list, there are some pretty girls stationed. What are you going to do about it?"
I smiled: "I already made friends with the twins, but I keep it at friends. A lot of relations will be put on hold now that we are going to restore communications. I take it Mother explained the dangers?"
Dax nodded: "She did, knowing the data stream passes through Borg space is frightening."
I commented: "Well? Did you ever hear about video phone sex? It is a concept from the twentieth century where couples engaged in a joint masturbation session while talking to each other through a communicator. So, my slutty Trill, are you alone? If so, show me some skin. Make a show of it, I want to get hard just by looking at you."
Jadzia slowly did a strip show, removing one piece at a time: "You like that don't you, you horny bastard? Yes, I see you rubbing your crotch, you better strip too so that I can get some back. Hey, this is fun, take it in your hand and start stroking it, yeah pretend that you are pushing it inside like I am doing with my fingers."
While masturbating I said: "Work those tits babe, squeeze them hard, you know you like me doing that. Ah, spread your legs I want an inside view, come on you slutty Trill, shove your fingers in and start rubbing, damn, I am close, it has been too long."
Jadzia groaned: "For me too, Oh! This is getting me over the top! Come for me, you bastard! Use some Force!"
I bet we set a record for the longest-distance video phone sex session. 70 000 light years is a respectable distance.
Jadzia said: "Prepare for tonight Harry, B'Elanna will be joining."
Suddenly, my life brightened up. Wanking while watching a life Yuri session is better than staring at the sealing.
The next day, the twins asked me why I am in such a good mood, I told them that I fantasized about my girlfriends while wanking.
I teased: "The both of you will make guest appearances one day too."
Vero slapped my arm: "In your dreams Harry."
She froze when she realized what she said, I grinned: "Exactly, Vero, in my dreams."
Alice asked: "How do you keep us apart? You are the only one that can tell who we are."
I said: "It is a gift I have Alice, I count the hairs on your left eyebrows, you have three more than Vero. No, it is a combination of your behavior and movements. Vero is more open-minded, you are more closed but have more fantasies."
Of course, I am spouting bullshit, Proto is telling me their names in my mind.
Xxxxx
The day finally came, I asked for a meeting with the captain and the senior officers. When they all gathered in the room, I presented my invention.
I said: "On DS9, I have a personal shuttle that I remodeled, there, I have developed a new way to communicate long distances. I was only half done when I got posted here, but, I think I have a receiver in that shuttle that I can reach from here through Sub Space."
I showed the schematics of my transmitter and said: "With this, we can send data bursts through Subspace, and receive some once they build a transmitter in Star fleet.
Chief Engineer Carey said: "If you can pull this off, then I will be eternally grateful, Junior Lieutenant Potter, contacting my wife and children means the world to me."
Janeway nodded: "That will lift the spirits of all the crew. I know contacting my husband to let him know I am alive will do him good too."
Tuvok said: "When do you think it is ready for the first data burst?"
I answered: "I already send one to my shuttle with the crew list and the building plans for the transmitter and receiver. I have to build them for Voyager. Then we have to wait until Star Fleet sends their first transmission. I hope those fools don't change the plans as they did with the shields and long-range scanners. That burst has to travel through Borg Space. This is a focused data stream, only a few light-years wide."
Chief Carey commented: "So you were the one that shook Star Fleet Command up with those innovations."
I nodded: "And got punished for it."
Janeway scoffed: "A promotion and a post on a state-of-the-art Star Ship is a punishment? You even got two medals from the Federation."
I looked at her: "And yet my two girlfriends are on DS9, 70 000 light years away, I can't make love to medals, captain. To be honest, I could have been of more use to the Federation at DS9 than here. I am just a junior Lieutenant here doing my shifts."
The doctor asked: "Why didn't you resign if you wanted to stay on DS9? You could have been an independent contractor."
I answered: "My family roots deep in the Federation, Doctor. Nana is a retired Star Fleet Captain, My mother is a Commodore on a Starbase, my Aunty is in line for a promotion to captain. My Father and uncle died at Wolf 359. So leaving Star Fleet is out of the question, my guess is that me and my family gathered too much attention and they want to take me down some nudges."
I looked at Janeway and said: "I never back out from a fight, I'll bash them with my hammer if I have to."
Janeway finally said: "Install the transmitter, Junior Lieutenant Potter. Keep it still from the crew until we have confirmation that the transmitter works."
Yeah, it will work all right, I have Nana breathing down their necks if they don't follow the schematics. Alerting the Borg will get me very upset.
Xxxxx
That night, Jadzia and B'Elanna contacted me in sexy underwear, Jadzia said: "Ah, you are on time, we would have started without you."
