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Well, It started in Harry Potter, then they made me a bastard in Westeros, now it seems I am in… Where the hell am I?

1 Where am I?

I woke up with a splitting headache in a metal room with some kind of sirens making my head even hurt more. Next to me, a female was trapped beneath some metal bars… Hmm? Green blood?

That is weird, I remember falling asleep in… I can't remember where, what I do remember is being a semi-ghost in Harry Potter's head, with Tommy's memories.

First things first, I inspected the metal bars, vanishing is out of the question, there is a lot of rubble that will come down if I do. Quickly I conjured some metal bars to prop up the metal railing and vanished the bars that were holding the female down.

The bad news is that she started to bleed out, now that the pressure is gone. Green blood, can you believe it? Here is an idea, I transformed her into a puppet they use in medical schools, you know, the ones with the removable skin and intestines? With a lot of intent and imagination, I ended up with a doll and a lot of broken parts.

It is a poor solution, but she isn't dead yet. I inspected the puppet, if I undo the transfiguration, she will be dead in mere minutes, then I tried something idiotic. I did a Reparo on the puppet. Amazed, I watched the organs repair themselves and position them into their place in the body of the doll.

Could it be that it works? That skill would be soo broken! Instead of healing, a reparo and they are good to go! I undid the transfiguration, the woman gasped and passed out from the trauma. After checking her vitals, I vanished the green blood and put a warming spell on the woman, I even cleaned her clothes.

That brought the focus back to my situation, I am in a metal room in a futuristic setting, definitively not in wizarding lands anymore. The next thing I tried is to access the memories of this man. Sitting down, I meditated, slowly it became clear, I am on the Fucking Enterprise! Worse! From the movie where they disconnected the Saucer and let it crash on a bloody planet! I am not even a fan of that movie!

Xxxxx

Do you know why I ended up in this guy? His name is Harry Bloody Potter! Freshly graduated from Starfleet Academy in engineering, with top grades of course, or he would be stationed on an old tub. The female next to him is his superior officer, both were disconnecting the power from the phaser banks to prevent radiation leaks. We were almost done when we crashed… quickly I transformed some metal into small slabs and engraved it with protection Runes to ward the radiation away.

I was just on time, some power cables burned through and the room was filled with Nadion particles. Doing a reparo won't do any good as the room is filled with those particles that interrupt spell casting, casting without a wand, how do I know this? As I said, this Potter is a smart kid. It made me realize that rescue can take a while, the Nadion particles prevent scanning and transporting.

It made me think about my options, they will beam the survivors up, and leave some beacons in space to monitor the wreckage, the spaceships from the Federation are spread thin, after the visit from the Borg and the battles with the Cardassians. By the time they come to salvage the wreck, we will be long dead.

Our location isn't ideal either, we are in the section that kissed the dirt, so every door and room is deformed. A floor above is a shuttle bay, it can save us if we can get up there. The bay is reinforced but I fear the Nadion radiation reaches up there too.

So, here I am, Harry fucking Potter in Bloody Star Trek… the Movie! Is this a prank from Q? Are there other naffers that are playing with our lives? The Prophets from DS9? Crap! That shit is going to happen, doesn't it? Worse, if they station me on Voyager I am even in deeper shit. Those are my only options, there is no way a Harry Potter is going to be stationed in a safe corner of the Galaxy when there are so many adventures waiting for the sod. My headache got the best of me and I passed out.

Xxxxx

Hours later, someone slapped my face, green blood woke up and is shaking and slapping me to do the same. I groaned: "Woman, is that a way to wake me? Stop the bloody slaps, my head hurts enough already."

She answered: "Wake up Ensign Potter, we are surrounded by Nadion radiation, we only have a few moments before we sustain incurable damage."

The room was dark, which means the main power is disconnected. I sighed: "We have time Lieutenant T'Panks, I isolated our location with a small force field, that will keep us safe for a few days. I apologize for my disrespect a few moments ago."

T'Panks asked: "Can you report what happened after I lost consciousness? I remember clearly that the walkway collapsed on us and my stomach was perforated with a support beam. Logic dictates that I should have died."

That is a hard one, if I tell the truth, her logic will not accept it, and short circuit that Vulcan mind, then again, I can't lie to save my life. I try a middle way, I did a Lumos and lit up the room. Hah! I got a reaction! She raised her eyebrow! That is a first.

I explained: "I don't know how or why, but when we crashed, I received some powers. From who or why I don't know, maybe from some Q, but I have them. I used those powers to heal you, and erected some kind of force field to shield us from the Nadion radiation."

T'Panks commented: "We can't be locked by a transporter beam with this radiation, the state of the room gives a 75% chance that the doors are blocked or deformed. How long will your force shield last?"

I shrugged: "It will last longer than we are. Going on the lack of power, the crew must have shut everything down and evacuated already."

T'Panks nodded: "Three Starships were responding to our distress call when the Saucer section was separated to assist us, they would arrive a few hours after the crash. According to procedures, the survivors need to be transported to the nearest Starbase, that is Starbase 129, one week from here at Warp 5. Evacuating more than 4200 people is taxing on those Star Ships. So they had to leave as fast as possible."

Well, she is a logical one. I said: "That means we are stuck here for at least two weeks if there are no other vessels in the neighborhood. Do you have any suggestions, Lieutenant?"

She answered: "An option would be one floor up at the Shuttle bay, the shuttles have emergency rations, and power to send messages. This section of the Saucer is too heavily damaged to make the trip easy. Another option is moving to an undamaged section and waiting it out. We should get a replicator powered up to provide food and necessities."

I looked at T'Panks and asked: "Lieutenant T'Panks if I can get us out of this situation with these new powers, can I trust you to keep them secret? In the Academy, I heard some scary stories about secret organizations, and what they do with people with unusual skills. I bet that Vulcans have some secret organizations too."

T'Panks answered: "That depends Ensign, what are you planning to do with these newfound Powers? I witnessed some humans getting corrupted by the power of their rank. If you are planning to abuse that power, I will report you."

I shrugged: "This is new to me lieutenant, I can't say what or how those powers are going to affect me or us. I know that I will try to follow the main directives from the Federation, as long as it won't endanger my existence. Is that acceptable?"

She nodded: "That is acceptable Ensign Potter, you may use your powers to evacuate us."

Slowly I stood up, my head still hurting like hell, I observed the situation, around us were the eight pieces that made the shield if I levitate them, the radiation will come in. I have no other choice than to create a pathway to the door. I made another set of wards and positioned it to the exit. Once that is done, I cast a giant Reparo to the phaser array, the radiation reduced a lot of the Magic, but it did the trick. The radiation will stay, but no new radiation will leak.

I pointed to the door: "It is safe to walk to the door, I have to remove some evidence."

The bars to prop the walkway got vanished, along with the first set of shields, I transfigured the door into paper and pushed through, T'Panks eyebrow raised again when she went through the hole, even more, when I vanished the last shield and did a Reparo and dispel on the door.

I sighed: "That is a start, where to Lieutenant T'Panks?"

T'Panks thought for a bit: "Going on the position of the Saucer section, the Shuttle bay on the other side of the Saucer section will be accessible to the outside, we can open the bay manually, by redirecting some power cables."

I held my Lumos up and said: "Lead the way, Lieutenant, I will light the path."

Xxxxx

I had to paperize and repair several doors before we reached our destination. The shuttle bay held three shuttles, although the crash did them no favors, all three were pressed together and showed a lot of damage.

We separated the shuttles, levitating them apart, a few Reparo's later, they were as good as new. The shuttles are operational now.

I asked: "Lieutenant T'Panks? Starbase 129 is out of range for these shuttles, and most of all, I don't have a license to fly one yet. Do you have one?"

T'Panks shook her head: "Negative, Ensign Potter, we have to wait for the engineering force to recuperate the wreckage. That will take a few weeks to a month. We have to keep ourselves occupied during the waiting period. Taking stock of the damage and making reports on how the Saucer section can improve to survive an emergency landing."

I asked: "Do I have your permission to tinker on the most damaged shuttle? You saw the state they were in before I repaired them, they would be recycled. I have some ideas that are possible with my powers."

T'Panks thought for a moment, even if it fails, the shuttle will be recycled anyway. She said: "You have my permission, you can do it in your free time. I will sleep in shuttle four, you can sleep in shuttle five, and work on shuttle six. First, we eat and rest, there are medical tricorders in the shuttle, we can examine our body for traces of Nadion radiation and other defects. I will report our situation to Starfleet and ask for orders."

I smiled: "That works for me. I am quite hungry. Do you want to eat together Lieutenant, or do you prefer some privacy?"

T'Panks answered: "Some privacy would suit me, Ensign, take a break for twelve hours, by then I will have an answer from Starfleet."

I entered my shuttle, ate my ration, and crashed on a bunk. Do I trust Spanks? Yeah, that is her nickname among the crew, I do not completely trust her to keep silence, but that is not enough reason to hurt or kill her.

Spanks is a female Vulcan engineer, as all the Vulcan females, she is smoking hot, the only downer is that she served on the same ship as my grandmother! That woman is over a century old! Still single though, I wonder what she feels about to be the subject of most of the male engineering section wanking fantasy. I bet she would say: "It is only logical to be the main fantasy."

Where was I? Ah, wanking, good memories… I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Xxxxx

Spanks woke me up on my comm badge, with the shuttles powered up, the badges worked again.

She said: "Ensign Potter, I established communications with Starfleet, and reported our situation. I received new orders a half hour ago. We are to remain here and take stock of the damage and mark the items that can be reused without recycling. I also relayed a message to your grandmother to report your survival of the crash."

Hmm? She is gossiping about me to Nana? She better say good things or I will spank her.

I nodded: "That is much appreciated, Lieutenant. I will contact my family when I am off duty. I am ready after a sonic shower and some breakfast."

These shuttles are used by the away teams, so a shower and some sleeping bunks are included. They are ugly though, they look like shoe boxes on skis, those producers can take lessons from 95% of the anime situated in space. I bet the first model for that TV show was made from a shoe box.

When we were ready, we moved to the top section and planned to take one floor at a time. The first thing we noticed is that almost everything is damaged by the crash.

I commented: "Lieutenant T'Panks? It may be a good idea to bolt more items to the floor. The magnetic locks were released when the Saucer converted most of the power to the shields. If there is no need to move it more than once a year, it is more economical to use bolts. It saves power too."

T'Panks observed the damage to a replicator and said: "You have a point Ensign Potter, most of the damage could be prevented that way, I will put it in our report as your suggestion. Let us move on."

It was a boring task, marking equipment for reuse takes time, that saucer is bloody big! At full capacity, the Enterprise has a crew of more than five thousand people, civilians included, that are a lot of quarters and a lot of decks. We skipped the crew quarters, those possessions will be beamed into luggage containers and shipped to their location. We checked for lost pets though.

I shrunk a replicator and took it to our shuttle, together we rigged the replicator to the shuttle's power and rebooted it. I took a chance and ordered some Vulcan food. Yes, I was a Trekky in my days, and kind of a fan of Spock too. So I had to try the food, if only once. Meh, you can live on it, let's not discuss the taste.

Xxxxx

Hah! It is recreation time! With my knowledge of engineering and the Magic from the Potter-verse, I bet I can cook something up. We are stuck here for a month or two, so I have all the time to experiment.

The first thing I tried was to change the shape of the shoebox, I enlarged the nose and stretched the body for a few yards, rounded the hull a bit so it won't be so boxy anymore. Transfiguration is handy like that, especially when you know how to make it a permanent change. Those extra yards came in handy to create decent crew quarters, an enlargement rune cluster made the quarters into a luxury suite. A king-sized bed with all the trimmings, an entertainment set, an office corner for the paperwork, complete with a computer terminal, and a sitting area with comfy couches. I might have repaired a few replicators and placed them into the suites. I bet they won't miss them, giving them all different identification numbers is a bitch though.

This way I spend some weeks of my downtime, once a week I could contact my family, as compensation to be stuck on a crash site. Spanks had her own hobbies, a Vulcan of one century old can keep herself occupied. The more I tinkered at my shuttle, the more I learned about Magic and engineering. By now the hull is Runed with all kinds of Magic, from unbreakable to undetectable, all kinds of shielding too, I used the whole set of wards available, powered by the dilithium crystals of the shuttle.

I found a loophole to preserve fuel. I used the Gemino spell to duplicate anti-matter and dilithium crystals. The duplicate stays two days before it disappears, so a rune setup to duplicate the original crystals and anti-matter each day to two fuel stations, and rotating duplicating and vanishing the fuel each day, will keep the shuttle running for years. in a state of emergency, one of the fuel stations can be used for the weapons.

The engine got a major makeover, unbreakable and extra cooling increased the performance by 30%.

Hah! I know! I read too many fan fics for my own good.

Xxxxx

We finally reached the bottom floor, after seven weeks of boring examining and tagging. In our free time, we discussed the targeting systems of the Star Ships and went over the different detection and identification protocols.

I argued: "Come on lieutenant, there must be a better way to target enemies, now someone has to manually target the enemy and wait for the captain to order to fire. Those steps can be reduced with neural interfaces. Each Ship should have its targeting system calibrated against all kinds of cosmic radiations, and most of all, Star Ships have to have better armor against energy weapons."

T'Panks nodded: "Those are old topics that are discussed in Starfleet, Ensign Potter, most are rejected by the very nature of our Federation, peaceful and exploring are the major goals of the Federation, Arming our Star Ships to the maximum will scare off the potential members of the Federation."

I shrugged: "I bet it didn't scare the Borg, more, they will come in force now that they know our home. If we don't prepare for them, then we are fools. Another future hot spot will be the Gamma quadrant at DS9. There is no way the dominant species in the Gamma quadrant will allow us to emigrate there. I want to bet they are already spying on us to search for weak points."

T'Panks said: "The wormhole at DS9 is only discovered a year and a half ago, I bet the Federation will have some specialists stationed there. How did your shuttle project go? I observed a lot of changes on the outside, can I ask what you did on the inside?"

I smiled: "Sure, I'll give you a tour. See? This side wall can slide upwards if you want to expand your base camp on away missions and be used as a roof. The shields expand to include it. The cockpit and controls are the originals, the chairs are adjusting automatically to your size. These are the VIP quarters, as you can see, there is plenty of room inside. This is the cargo space, yes it is enlarged too, with weightless runes and stasis charms to keep perishables fresh. Ah, that is the engine, much the same as the old one."

I skipped over a lot of goodies, I bet she saw some interesting things, but she didn't ask or commented on it.

Xxxxx

The day finally came, the engi-corps came to relieve us. Two nights before their arrival, I duplicated the shuttle and shrunk the original. I was exhausted, but Spanks didn't notice it. Before T'Panks eyes, I returned the copied shuttle to its almost original state. By the time of the arrival of the engi-corps my mini-shuttle, which I named Boxy, is stashed away in my luggage. Now the only thing I have to do is to learn how to fly it.

While waiting for them I said: "Lieutenant T'Panks, it was an honor and a pleasure to serve under you, I learned a lot from you and hope we get stationed together again someday."

Spanks replied: "The pleasure was mine Ensign Potter, you made your family proud. I am grateful to you for saving my life with your gift. I will keep it a secret for as long as needed. Remember, power can be addictive to humans. I look forward to working with you again someday."

They beamed us up, along with the luggage of the crew, and the items we tagged for recuperation. The crew was curious about the months I spend alone with a gorgeous Vulcan. They stopped hinting when I told them my Nana served on the same Star Ship as T'Panks. A good thing Vulcans are not touchy about their age.

Fully loaded, the first Ship took us to the nearest Shipyard, from there I hitched a ride back to Earth. The first to hug me was Nana, she whispered: "Did you have a good time with Spanky? I remember she tried different Earth things when she was on our Ship, that is how she came on that nickname."

WTF? I had a chance to shag her? How did I miss that?

I groaned: "Nana! Why didn't you tell me that before? Now I feel that I missed out on something great."

Nana patted my head and said: "If you did not act on it, that meant you were not ready, child."

Xxxxx

After a few days off-duty, I enlisted for pilot training, the crash gave me a month's vacation to recuperate, and the two months being abandoned gave me two weeks extra. Enough to complete the course.

I started the course as a kind of celebrity, crashing with the Enterprise on a desolate planet, being abandoned, and having to survive in the wreckage for more than two months. If that wasn't enough, doing his duty by preparing the salvaging of the wreck in those harsh conditions… the female attention I got, compensated for my two moths being blue balled by Spanks.

The pilot course doesn't last all day, so in my free time I studied Warp technology, Warp speed is too slow, in Star Wars they fly a multitude of that speed, but in Stargate they go even faster, so there must be a way to speed things up. The Borg uses Transwarp, several species do it too.

Right now I am focusing on the blond girl on my bed, and her friend next to her, both a ten on a scale of ten. I might have temporarily enhanced the nerve ends on their tits and pussy. No that is not cheating, that is ensuring they have their pleasure. Hmm, I seem to be good at fucking, I can't remember where I got that skill. Meh, I am a natural.

The next day, my reputation reached new heights, who knew I shagged the biggest gossips on campus? From that day on, I never slept alone on campus, no I did not shag all of them, ten regulars rotated the shift.

Xxxxx

Finally! I got my pilot license to fly a shuttle, I even expanded it to fly a Runabout, you know, the ones they use in DS9. With a heavy heart, I said goodbye to the girls, as a fare thy well present, I enhanced their nerves a little bit.

I knew I jinxed it by learning to fly a runabout! I got my next post on the bloody DS9. Now I am neckdeep in Bajoran crap! That will be fun, living with Zealots, and guarding their Prophets, in a Cardassian Spacestation full of boobytraps.

But first I have to buy a second-hand shuttle. I got the cash by permanently copying dilithium crystals. It took a lot of Magic power, but I got myself an old shuttle that I can remodel. I used my Nana to give the credits, she has her ways to sell the crystals without much fuss.

I arranged passage for my shuttle on the Star Ship and hired a small docking space with a storage room on DS9 to tinker with my Boxy. I bet it will be fun.