Bear Sandosen

The vision of erotic beauty that greeted my eyes was a familiar one. Natural red hair, full breasts, golden tanned skin, luscious, kissable lips. It had been a while since I'd had a dream starring her, but it was always a welcome occurrence. I guess not leaving the house in a month is making me relive some old fantasies.

"This isn't a dream Bear," she chuckled.

"Right. I just happened to wake up to the adult actress of the early nineties who hasn't aged a day in the last thirty years," I couldn't resist quipping.

Tara Monroe giggled and gave a soft smile, making me try to swallow the lump in my throat. I'd had fantasies of her, just like pretty much everyone who went through puberty in the late eighties/early nineties, but something seemed different this time. I was more nervous than I usually was, but I chalked that up to the cabin fever from mandatory stay-at-home orders.

"I wanted to make sure that you'd be… agreeable to my offer," Tara explained, smile still on her face.

"I'm going to stop you right there. I've read enough online stories to know that those words always mean bad news. Even if this were real, which it isn't, saying that would make me less inclined to listen to your offer."

"Do you want proof this is real?"

"Sure, go ahead, hit me with your best shot. This is a dream so you can't."

"Name one fantasy you've had where it's been this long without our tongues tickling each other's tonsils."

"… it's a dream that's not skipping the set up?"

"Bear," she chided, a look of exasperated amusement on her face. The way she looked at me, I was feeling like I was in highschool again, trying to talk to a pretty girl. I reached up to adjust my collar, only to remember that I was wearing a t-shirt.

"This isn't a dream, Bear. I pulled you here from your sleep with an offer. If it weren't a dream, on top of the fact that we haven't so much as touched each other yet, would you be wearing just a shirt and boxers?" A glance down showed that, sure enough, I wasn't wearing pants. More proof this wasn't real.

For the first time, she looked unamused, "Alright, I'm done playing around."

She snapped her fingers and the bland, previously unimportant surroundings shifted, swirling around the two of us before coming to a stop. I took in the new surroundings I found myself in, a rather familiar set of surroundings. Lots of blinking lights, a red door, red paneled command console, and a chair that every kid since the sixties wanted to sit in… bridge of the Enterprise… finger snap…

My gaze slowly turned to Tara Monroe… or should that be Q?

"Tara is fine," she said with a small smirk.

Right, good… um… well this suddenly became much more awkward…

"So… why did a Q from beyond time and space pull me from my bedroom?" I asked, trying to be as respectful as I could and not stare at her breasts. I failed, but I made sure to pull my gaze back to her face.

"If I cared about you looking, I would have chosen a different form to appear in. Or worn clothes, for that matter. But in answer to your question, I'm here with an offer. You have three choices. The first: you wake up in your bed, forced to stay in your home while a bunch of politicians in their ivory towers make decisions that are completely divorced from the common person.

"The second choice: I send you to a paradisiacal world along with several women. You spend time with them, lower the walls you built around your heart, find happiness with them. After several years, you'd return to your world with them at the moment I pulled you out.

"The third choice is both the most dangerous and the most rewarding. I'd send you to a different world with the same women you'd meet in the second option, a world in grave peril and you'd be in a position to avert the coming Crisis and save more lives in the process than your mortal mind can begin to comprehend."

I listened to the offer, and as tempting as it was to just pretend that this could happen, I had to ask, "Why?"

Tara chuckled, the sound like windchimes in a gentle breeze, "Humans and your endless curiosity."

"Why do this? Why me? I'm a nerd in my fifties that's stuck at home during this covid pandemic, I have no clue when I'll be able to go back to work or if my company will even survive the lockdown. There's millions, hell, billions of people in more need than me. That doesn't factor in the fact that if Star Trek was even remotely accurate in its portrayal of the Q as a whole, 'doing good' isn't part of their dictionary, let alone their play book."

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, "Regarding the Q, you're right. By and large, the Q are, as you've stated in online arguments, 'complete dickwaffles.'"

Did she have to bring that up? I wrote that when I was drunk! The only time I was drunk!

"But something that Star Trek did not include was our… hmm, the closest word you'd understand would be games, or bets. Groups of two or more Q will take mortals and place them in scenarios, then try to predict how they will act or respond to the scenario in front of them. Those who guess the most accurately, get higher prestige and bragging rights. To keep things fair, there's a group of arbiters to prevent the Q placing bets from directly interfering or influencing any of the mortals in the scenario."

"A race of all powerful, all knowing, all 'experienced' beings makes bets on how mortals react when isekai'd?" I asked incredulously. It seemed so… mundane, for want of a better word.

"Don't worry Bear, you won't be hit by a truck. That Q is banned from this scenario."

"… what?"

"In this scenario's case, you'll be the only one dropped in, as the stakes were deemed high enough to not need an adversarial drop from another Q."

"… high stakes, right. I feel the need to point out that I'm not exactly the pinnacle of health anymore. Hell, I never was. Even ignoring the fact that I've always had more pounds than I should, I'm well on the downward swing. How exactly am I supposed to help out with the kind of crisis you're implying?"

"I can restore you to your prime, and then improve your health to its fullest potential. I assume that means you'll take the third option?"

"Most likely, but I'd like some more information first. I don't want to go into this blind."

"Very well, but be aware that there are rules governing how much I can tell you before you agree. Mostly in the specific details about where the scenario takes place, and what the goals will be."

"Okay, fair enough. Those were the first questions I was going to ask, but I've got some others. Will I be expected to do this on my own? How long will I have before this crisis thing occurs? Why'd you pick me? How'd you get to be the one to pick the mortal dropped into the scenario?"

"In reverse order: I spent most of the winnings I earned from the last scenario I partook in to get the right to choose the mortal. I noted your potential for this sort of scenario when you were a teenager and kept an eye on you." Tara said the last sentence with an affectionate note. "You will arrive five years prior. You will be able to choose up to six companions before you are dropped in and the potential to recruit more."

I took in what she'd told me and considered. Most of the other questions I had fell under what she'd told me she couldn't answer, but I had one that I might be able to get something out of.

"These companions… is there anything you can tell me about them before I agree?"

She was quiet for a moment, clearly considering the rules to determine what she could tell me. After a minute or so, she hesitantly said, "All I can say right now, is that everything is real somewhere across creation."

That could mean just about anything, but I had a sneaking suspicion that she was referring to something specifically. If my suspicion was right…

"I've already told you what I'm allowed, I can't confirm or deny it."

Okay, yeah, that'd be too easy. Taking a deep breath as she giggled, I said, "Alright. I'll take the third choice. I'm in. Does that loosen up the rules on what you can tell me?"

She gave a devious smirk that looked out of place on her face, before a pirate-style treasure chest appeared next to her, "Thank you Bear, you just won me a not insignificant amount of Prestige. Really, if you're so bad at predicting mortals, don't place such high bets."

The smirk, and the chest, disappeared and Tara walked, no, strutted, to me. Her arms rested on my shoulders, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her brown eyes gazed down into mine. Was Tara Monroe always that tall?

"In answer to your question," she whispered huskily, which sent blood straight to my little brain, "Your companions will be chosen from across fictional media. Well, fictional in your slice of reality. Your task… what comes to mind when I say 'The Crisis'?"

The emphasis on the article, and the fact that I could hear the capitalization of crisis… oh. Oh shit. "I'm tasked with stopping the Anti-Monitor? I… how… all of DC working together failed to stop that clusterfuck, how in the name of all things sacred am I supposed to do what the greatest heroes of my childhood failed to do?!"

"Did Washington defeat the British on his own? Did Bran the Builder lay down the ice that made the Wall while refusing help? Did Adolf Hitler push millions of people into gas chambers? Did Kirk bring back the whales without his crew? While yes, your task before you is much greater, you will not be doing so alone. You will be given all the tools you will need. If I did not think you were capable, I would not have picked you for this challenge."

I swallowed nervously. The mere thought of going against the Anti-Monitor absolutely terrified me, for fuck's sake, Superman wasn't able to stop it, and I was supposed to somehow figure out a way? But… I'd already agreed, and even if I was able to back out, I'd be condemning literal countless lives. I… I couldn't do that. Even knowing how low my odds were, I couldn't just walk away.

Letting out a sigh, I asked, "When do I start?"

Tara gave a beaming grin, before leaning in and giving me a tender kiss. Her lips were full, soft, divine. My hands went to her hips, as hers danced in my hair. Pulling back after a moment, she rested her forehead on mine, her eyes staring into my own.

"First we need to improve that body of yours," she whispered as my sleepwear disappeared.

"Wha…" I began before she shushed me.

"I believe your world has a song that describes what's needed. Sexual Healing, if I'm not mistaken."

I opened my mouth to respond, only to find it filled with her breast, my back against a soft mattress and silky sheets. Shrugging aside my confusion, I sucked on the soft flesh in my mouth, only to be surprised as smooth, rich, creamy fluid filled my mouth. The flavor of cherry vanilla ice cream burst across my tongue, and I began to such harder, even as I felt the years and pounds fade away.

"First we'll restore your youth," Tara began as her fingers traced patterns through my thickening hair, "Then we can get to the more… fun details."

I was all in favor of that. I was feeling more energized than I had in years, breathing was easier, joint pains I'd learned to live with were fading, the stark comparison of my body in its youth was impossible to ignore, or take for granted. As the nipple ran dry, I switched to the other. As I swallowed the first mouthful, possible choices danced through my head, a myriad of possible abilities and flaws filling my mind.

"Oh, you like that one? I can't say I'm surprised. Sexual Immortality has such… potential," Tara cooed, the extra pounds I'd always had fading. "Mmmm… let's make sure you can share, and I think your partners will enjoy these."

Finally, Tara pulled back, a gentle, loving smile on her face as she crawled backwards. Kneeling between my legs, she wrapped those perfect breasts around me, her voice taking a husky tone as she moved them up and down, "How many times have you imagined what this would feel like? Dozens? Hundreds? How do they compare to the real thing? Is it everything you ever imagined? No, it's better, isn't it? Having your hard, throbbing cock buried between my breasts. You're going to cum soon, aren't you? You cum's going to cover my breasts, isn't it? Let it happen, Bear. Do it. Surrender to your lust. Cum all over my chest, cum for me!"

That did it. I threw my head back with a groan as I came. One spurt, two, three. More than I could count, until, when I finished, her entire chest above her breasts was absolutely caked. Tara wasn't bothered, indeed, the look on her face resembled the cat that got both the canary and the cream. Running a finger through the mess, she popped it into her mouth with a moan.

Despite having just cum, I was still hard, and she climbed up over my hips, straddling my waist. Her fingers wrapped around my throbbing length, rubbing the head against her moist slit, before she slid down. Slowly, tortuously slowly, her wet lips spread open and took me into her. Her walls pressed down on my shaft from all sides, a soft vice that felt better than any I'd ever been with in my life. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, our hips touched, and Tara let out a breathy moan, "Now, to make sure you won't have to deal with fateweavers."

Honestly, I could hardly remember what we said after that point. My focus was on her perfect form and doing my absolute best to make sure that she enjoyed herself. Every time I found something she enjoyed, I paid special attention to that before moving on to find the next weak spot. I had vague recollections of talking about other women, but thinking about someone other than your partner while having sex is more than a little rude.

She milked me dry what felt like a dozen times, before she finally collapsed on my chest, sweat covering her body and soaking her hair. Exhausted, I barely had the energy to pull her face to mine for a final kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Tara gazed into my eyes and whispered, "I've given you all the help I can. But I'm confident you'll be fine. Sleep. When you wake up, you'll be on your way."

Sleep… that sounded really good right now.

Tara Q

Sending Bear on his way, she stood up, clothes materializing over her form. She had a guest that had been trying to intrude for the last relative hour. Now she could greet him. Letting her fellow Q in, the form of Q appeared before her, scowl on his face.

"Took you long enough, the others were getting restless," he growled.

"You're just mad that my human accepted my advances and Picard refused yours. Well, that and that you had to forfeit five thousand Prestige," she returned.

"I'll win it back. Even if you correctly predicted he'd take the offer, the odds against him are too high, and you're risking far too much on him. You spent everything you had just getting this endeavor arranged. Were it not for myself and others accepting that wager on his first choice, you'd be in debt. For what? A tiny slice of the multiverse that'll collapse sooner or later?"

"That's the key difference between us Q. You look at the shortness of their existence as a flaw. While it is in some respects, there's a line from a movie in Bear's world that so perfectly encapsulates it: 'Something isn't beautiful because it lasts.'"

"Really? Quoting an artificial life?"

"In the end, we'll never agree on this. I believe the payout will be worth it, even without the Prestige. Now, all we can do is watch. With Bear on his way, the Board will be keeping an eye for interference. I know a good place to gaze through the Bleed from. Shall we make some small wagers?"

The forms of Tara Monroe and John DeLancie disappeared from her domain, off to watch what had been set in motion.

Bear Sandosen

I woke slowly, feeling a luxurious bed under me, and three… my eyes shot open. A glance to my left filled my vision with black hair, silky smooth as the owner kissed and nibbled at my neck. A glance down saw two heads, one blonde the other brunette, kissing, sucking, lavishing my balls and shaft. A look to the right showed three women, a glasses wearing brunette, a green eyed blonde, and a blonde with red and blue dyed ends, all watching the show.

I recognized the three to the side: Taylor Hebert, Lisa Wilborn, and Harley Quinn. All three were staring at the four of us with undisguised lust, naked desire in their eyes. Before I could say anything, a calloused hand gently gripped my chin and turned my gaze to meet the green eyes and confident smirk of… oh.

"Glad to see you're awake," Nikhol Diomedes, Darth Nox, purred, her fingers exploring my stubble.

Before I could say something that would surely make a fool of myself, Nikhol pushed on my shoulder, making me lay back on the bed. Her silky smooth thighs came down on either side of my head, and my hands came up to her hips to help hold her steady. I couldn't see anything past her, but I still knew what to do. Leaning up, I reached out with my tongue, sampling the ambrosia from her heavenly gates.

"That's it…" she cooed as my tongue explored her depths, seeking to discover the treasure within.

I felt one of the two mouths lavishing attention on me lift away, before the familiar, vaguely British sounding voice of Lana Beniko spoke up, "How is he, darling?"

"Pretty good for a man. He, ooh, must have practiced, yes right there, and actually listened."

"Unlike Theron or the pirate? That bodes well for everyone," Lana's cheshire grin was audible, but if she said anything else I couldn't hear it past the sensation of whoever was down there with Lana taking one of my balls into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The temptation to throw my head back and savor the sensations nearly overwhelmed me, but I tightened my grip on Nikhol's hips and focused on satisfying the Sith above me.

I was glad for my focus, as the conversation with Tara Q finally began to return to me. This situation must be a result of the potpourri thing she whispered about. More than just the discussion, but also some key things I'd need to do in order to make the rest easier returned to me. That would come later, for now I had an extremely powerful dark side Force-user to bring to the little death and, come Hell or high water, I was going to do just that!

"Mmm… someone's eager," Nikhol moaned as my tongue flicked her clit, her fingers trailing along my chest as Lana took my head in her lips. Having a beautiful female Sith on my face would always flip my switch from 'control of self' to 'sweet surrender.' Despite the pleasure running through me as the two women gave me the greatest blowjob of my life, I refused to let Nikhol go without cumming herself.

I managed to succeed, the Darth leaning forward, hands on my abs. "Kriff, yeesssssssssss," she hissed as her thighs clamped down on my head and a surge of nectar flooded my mouth.

Eagerly drinking down the heavenly fluids she was giving me, I stopped trying to hold back my own impending orgasm and soon found myself erupting into Lana's mouth. Having made Nikhol cum, I let myself flop back as I felt the mouths on me leave. When Nikhol rolled off me a moment later, I finally managed to see who the mystery brunette was.

Cameron Baum? I'd been given half a blowjob by a terminator who was now being given my cum by Lana Beniko and having an orgasm from the taste? Well… I suppose there were worse ways to go. And better her than an Arny terminator.

"Hawt as that was, and believe me that was the hottest thing I've watched in a long time, anybody know where we are?" the drawling voice of Harley Quinn broke the spell of the afterglow. Looking over, I was mildly surprised to see that they had changed positions. Instead of Taylor and Lisa sitting next to each other with Harley a short distance away, Harley was now between the two parahumans, arms over their shoulders and playing with a nipple in each hand.

"He does, sort of?" Lisa said, gesturing to me while seemingly trying to ignore the fingers rolling her nipple between them.

Feeling six pairs of eyes staring at me, I couldn't help but swallow nervously. This could go very wrong, very fast if I wasn't careful.

A round of explanations followed by finding the mess hall of whatever ship we were on (and figuring out how the replicator worked) later, and the seven of us were sitting down having breakfast. Taylor, Lisa, and Harley were giving the strange amalgamation of pastel colored things on Nikhol and Lana's plates weird looks, while I was surprised to see Cameron eating.

Pulling her attention away from the alien (literally) breakfasts not three feet away, Lisa turned her gaze to me, a hint of wariness in her eyes, "Something you didn't explain: how do you recognize all of us? From what you described, it didn't sound like you were from the same Earth as Skitter and I, and definitely not the same world as them," she gestured towards the two Sith, "yet you knew who each and every one of us were."

I sighed, pushing my hash browns away so I could focus on the explanation, "The best way I can think to describe this… have you ever read the works of Heinlein?"

Taylor perked up, "Mom introduced me to his works when I was in grade school. He was a science fiction author that first rose to notoriety in the 40s and died in '88. One of his most notable works discussed the concept that came to be called the World as Myth, where he put forth the notion that all stories were true in another reali… ty… oh."

Harley turned to me, curiosity plain on her face, "Ya sayin' that where you're from we're all from books or somethin'?"

"Certainly a… curious claim. If true," Nikhol calmly said with a hint of threat, sparks dancing between the tines of her fork.

Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair before pointing to Cameron, "A T-900 model Terminator, sent back in time to protect the young John Connor so that he could go on to lead the resistance against the genocidal AI Skynet. Spent your time with him and Sarah Connor as 'Cameron Baum.'"

Moving my finger to Harley, "Doctor Harleen Quinzel, you worked to rehabilitate the criminals of Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane and were assigned to the inmate known only as the Joker. He manipulated you into falling in love with him and you took up the moniker of Harley Quinn."

"Tattletale, Lisa Wilborn, born Sara Livsey. When your brother committed suicide you gained the ability to cold read to a degree that Sherlock Holmes would trade his left arm for. You ran away from home to escape from your parents who tried to use your power to manipulate the stock market and were eventually forced to work for the villain Coil at gunpoint."

"Skitter, Taylor Hebert. You gained the power to control bugs after being shoved into a locker filled with feminine hygiene products that had been sitting there for the winter break; the culmination of a year and a half of targeted bullying by one Sophia Hess and Emma Barnes, the latter once your sister in all but blood."

"Nikhol Diomedes, Darth Nox. Dark Lord of the Sith. A slave for the Sith Empire before being sent to Korriban after your Force sensitivity was discovered. You were apprenticed to Lord Zash, and later discovered you were the descendant of the ancient Sith Lord Kallig. Zash tried to possess your body at the expense of your life but failed. You then engaged in a protracted campaign of trying to get Zash's superior, Darth Thanaton, off your back that ended with his death and you taking his spot on the Dark Council."

"Lana Beniko. A Sith Lord that served under Darth Arkous before discovering that he was a traitor and part of a secret cult called the Order of Revan. You worked with the Republic SIS agent Theron Shan and eventually with the help of others managed to defeat Revan and were promoted to the head of Sith Intelligence.

"So how'd I do?" I asked sarcastically, finally looking up to meet the six shocked gazes.

"So that's what it's like from the other side," I heard Lisa mutter to herself.

"There was a lot you left out," Lana hesitantly began, "But more or less accurate."

"There was one important thing ya left out," Harley stated with the kind of calm that came from forced calmness. "I left that abusive prick months ago. Been seven months since I've seen him on anything but the evenin' news."

"I'm glad. You deserve better," I congratulated her with an honest smile. Ever since I saw Mad Love… that was when she stopped being a recurring character, I'd met too many people in that same situation for it to not hit home.

"You stated that we are to prevent the collapse of a section of the multiverse," Cameron interrupted, "but you neglected to tell us anything about the world we will be arriving in."

"Ah, right. Of the six of you, Har… would you prefer Harley or Harleen?" I might have spent most of my life thinking of her as Harley, but if she wanted Harleen I'd adjust.

"Harley's fine. Despite the jerk it's associated with, it's catchy."

"Harley it is. Anyway, Harley's world is the closest to the one we'll be arriving in. The major difference being the year we'll be arriving. When we get there it'll be 1980, and we'll have five years to prepare. Well, once we figure out how to get there. Cameron, could you connect to the ship's computer and figure out what kind of ship this is?"

"Yes," was all she said before standing up and walking away.

"Not good with people, is she?" Nikhol drawled.

"She's essentially a highly sophisticated infiltration/assassination droid," I told her, causing both Sith to look at me in shock.

"What?!"

"Think a droid built within the human skeletal frame then given a skin to serve as a disguise and files about how to interact and behave to pretend to be human. If that were activated, there's no way to differentiate her from an ordinary human just by watching her."

Before anyone else asked any questions, there was a crackle of static before Cameron's voice spoke over the intercoms, "I have located the bridge. This ship is a space-worthy vessel built within the frame of a World War II era Japanese battleship."

Space battleship… Did Tara give me the Yamato?

"If I am understanding the readouts correctly, we are currently in the asteroid belt. If we are to head to Earth, we will reach lunar orbit in approximately five hours at cruising speed. Shall I set course?"

I wasn't quite sure where the link to the intercom in the mess hall was, so I took a gamble and called out, "Please."

"Setting course," Cameron called out before the sounds of the ship activating slowly filled the room.

"I suppose the droid will be useful," Nikhol mused aloud.

"Terminator, not droid," I corrected before calling out, "Cameron, you still listening?"

"Yes."

"Right then, continuing the explanation. The planet Earth is protected by an organization called the Justice League. This particular incarnation, I believe, has thirteen members. The most well known, back on my Earth anyway, are Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman. Superman, appearances to the contrary, is not human, but one of the last of a race called Kryptonians. The exact specifics vary from dimension to dimension, but on Earth he has a host of various powers," I said, ticking each off on one of my fingers. "Invulnerability. Unassisted flight. Super strength. Super speed. And the ability to project heat from his eyes the way that Nikhol and Lana can project electricity from their hands. Alexandria from Lisa and Taylor's world could be described as a poor man's version. He was first 'created' in 1938 and his abilities are all on a level beyond what she could hope for. But what makes him truly powerful, legendary, are his unshakable compassion and basic decency. If everyone had those…" I trailed off, scarcely able to imagine what the world would look like, before forcing myself to focus back on the explanation.

"Wonder Woman is an Amazon, crown princess of a tribe of women blessed by their gods with immortality, enhanced physical abilities, and a home that is appropriately called Paradise Island. Wonder Woman specifically has physical capabilities on par with Superman as well as enchanted bracers capable of deflecting damn near anything as well as a lasso that forces those bound by it to tell nothing but the truth.

"The last of the three is-"

"Batsy!" Harley interrupted me with a yell, throwing her hands into the air.

Giving her an amused smile, I asked, "Would you like to explain Batman?"

"You betcha! I know all about Batsy! He caught me dozens of times when I was still running with Joker. The last time was after I actually managed to catch him and had him dead ta rights! But he's a smart one, he played me inta calling Joker, knowin' that pasty faced, lothesome, heartless, son of a bitch wouldn't be able to handle anyone but him killing Bats."

"In many respects, Batman is the most dangerous of the three, despite the fact that unlike the rest of the Justice League he doesn't have any powers," I began, only for Lisa to snort in amusement.

"Really? Someone without powers being more dangerous than two Alexandria packages?" Lisa asked rhetorically, only for her face to pale as I thought about the Batman Who Laughs.

"Powers don't determine everything. In the version of the story you and Taylor are from, she manages to kill Alexandria."

"Wha?" Taylor asked in shock.

"Alexandria still needs to breathe, and she threatened your friends. So you drowned her in a swarm consisting of every bug in your range. Not bad for someone with a 'weak' power, wouldn't you say.

"Anyway, we're getting off topic. Part of what makes Batman dangerous, despite a lack of powers and a rule against killing that depending on the source borders on insanity, is his other title: World's Greatest Detective. There's a reason that in nine out of ten times that he and Superman fight, it's not the flying brick that comes out on top."

I was prepared to go on, when Cameron spoke up, "Bear. We have a visitor in green outside the bridge."

… it seems that we'd be meeting the Justice League in a lot less than five hours.

Bear Sandosen

Looking out the window of the bridge into space was more surreal than I'd anticipated. The design of the Yamato reflected the fact that it was meant for water, for being in the ocean. Even having never so much as having been on a fishing trawler, something about the layout of the ship registered in my head as belonging on the sea. Looking through the window, at the vastness of space, resplendent with countless stars beyond mortal comprehension…

To say nothing of the man in a green and black jumpsuit towing us with a green glowing beam of energy from a dinky little ring on his finger. Thankfully, from what I could see, his outfit didn't look anything like that awful CGI mess with Ryan Renyolds. Who with two brain cells to rub together thought that was a good look? I'm getting distracted.

Green Lantern had patched through to the Yamato's comms and we'd talked. Our arrival was bizarre enough that we'd be meeting with the full League's roster, but it was still going to be over an hour before we arrived at the Justice League's Satellite (I suspected that the reason it would be so long was to give the League a chance to wrap up whatever they were working on and get there).

In the meantime, I'd asked Cameron to pull up a map of the ship. If we were going to be spending any amount of time here, we'd better get used to it. Looking over the map Cameron had printed out showed us that, by and large, the ship was what one would expect from a WWII era battleship. Just a few modifications.

The bedroom we'd woken up in was one of the officer's quarters, as apparently the captain's quarters bed wasn't big enough for all seven of us. Much as I wanted to race to the captain's quarters at the top of the bridge tower, I stayed on the bridge to continue the dialog with Green Lantern.

"So, I realize it'll be easier to wait for the whole League, but I have to ask, who thought turning a World War II battleship into a spacecraft was a good idea?"

I couldn't help but chuckle, suspecting that the true reason for his asking was to alleviate boredom, but answered regardless, "I'll save the long version for later, but the short version is a mix of desperation and lack of other options."

"And the Bleed Generator you've got stashed in the back?"

"...the Wave Motion Engine draws energy from the Bleed?"

"You didn't know that? And you built a battleship with one as the main powersource?"

"We were given the ship, part of that long story, but again: desperation and lack of other options."

"Uh-huh. You got any shuttles in there? Because there's no way I'm hauling this into Earth's orbit. If necessary, I'll ferry you guys to the satellite station, but figured you'd probably prefer to use your own car."

I blinked in surprise, not expecting the joke, before turning a questioning glance in Cameron's direction. In the show there were shuttles, but I wasn't sure if our Yamato had them. The adorable murder machine punched a few buttons and a readout came up on the screen.

"Shuttles one through four fueled and read as fully operational," she said calmly.

"Oh good, I'll be parking your boat roughly halfway between Earth and Mars's orbits, so even if your reactor goes critical it won't do more than provide aurora across half the planet."

Considering what I knew of the Bleed, that seemed surprisingly tame, "Really? You're sure that'd be the worst of it?"

Green Lantern chuckled in amusement, "I can tell you haven't done much space travel. Even with faster than light travel, space is big. Where I'm planning on parking your ship, even a beam of light would take about 12 minutes to reach Earth. I've also given your reactor a very thorough scan, and it's easily the most stable Bleed Generator I've ever seen, so I very much doubt you have anything to worry about. But, one can never be too careful with Bleed Generators."

That was a relief. From what I knew of the Bleed, it wasn't exactly the most… predictable of dimensions. Though I thought the Bleed wasn't given that name until a decade after the Crisis we were sent to prevent. I shrugged it off. If it became important, we could address it later.

It was roughly twenty minutes later that Green Lantern 'parked' the Yamato, and the seven of us piled into one of the shuttles. Cameron piloted, though Nikhol sat in the copilot's seat and took in the various controls while carefully watching Cameron.

From there, the trip to Earth's orbit was about another forty minutes. Harley, Lisa, Taylor, and I rapidly discovered that movies and TV had lied to us about how long space travel took. Lana had pulled out a novel of some kind and seemed to be quietly drawing amusement from our boredom.

"Be glad it's a short trip. Travel from one end of the Sith Empire to the other could take over a month, even with hyperspace," she told us after Harley gave up doing handstands, not bothering to hide her amusement. Lisa, ever the mature one, flipped Lana the bird. Understanding the intent, if not the specific gesture, Lana deadpanned, "I'd invite you to use that, but the trip won't be much longer."

Lana was right, we were able to make out Earth in the distance, growing from a pale blue dot. Slowly, it grew, and my throat closed up as I stared at it. I'd heard stories from astronauts, about seeing Earth from space for the first time, but nothing can prepare you for seeing it for yourself. Even if it wasn't the Earth I was born on, I was looking down at the birthplace of humanity, of every person I'd ever known. Every saint, every sinner, every prince, every pauper, all born and raised on that blue marble.

"First time?" Nikhol's voice broke me from the spell I'd been put under, and I wiped away the tears in my eyes. A glance on either side of me showed that Taylor, Lisa, and Harley were in a similar state as me. Lana had a soft, gentle smile on her face, while Nikhol looked amused. Taking a deep breath, there was only one thing that I could think to say.

"I realize that you two are used to it, but I pray that this view never becomes mundane."

"Amen," I heard Taylor whisper.

It was at this point that the Justice League's satellite was being picked up by the shuttle's sensors, and Cameron began directing the shuttle towards it, but I caught her gaze occasionally drifting towards Earth and a gleam of emotion in her eyes. Seems that even killer robots aren't immune to seeing Earth from space.

Green Lantern directed Cameron to a hangar bay, and either he was in contact with the rest of the League, or it was the one they used specifically for meeting with space-faring visitors, because from the looks of it, the whole roster was there waiting for us.

Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman stood in front, and I blinked in surprise upon seeing that Superman looked exactly like Christopher Reeve. Okay, that was going to be surreal until I got used to it. Fortunately for my brain, Batman didn't perfectly resemble any actors who'd played his role in movies back home, nor did the rest of the League from what I could see.

The shuttle touched down, and Cameron began the process to shut off the systems before the doors began to open. In hindsight, I should have expected it, but Harley squeezing out before the doors were open, let alone the ramp dropped, caught me by surprise.

"BATSY!"

I couldn't help but facepalm. Sure, make the World's Greatest Detective paranoid. It's not like this version of him has ever been called that by anyone but the Joker. Sighing, I left the shuttle to engage in damage control. Stepping out of the shuttle, I was treated to the sight of Harley tackle-hugging Batman, while the rest of the League looked on in various levels of disguised amusement.

"Who are you?" he asked… in Kevin Conroy's Bat-voice. Okay, settle down, this is not the time to pop a nerd-boner.

"Harley, is now really the time?" I asked, drawing almost everyone's attention away from the bubbly woman.

"I just promised myself I'd give Batsy a hug next time I saw him," Harley explained as she practically skipped over to the rest of us.

Shaking my head in amusement, I looked over to the League and… they are all really tall. I'm of average height in the area I'm from, but Superman looks to be a foot taller than me, and he's not cheating by hovering. Wonder Woman had at least six inches on me, not that I would mind climbing that mountain. The others...okay I'm going to stop before I give myself a Napoleon Complex.

"Green Lantern called ahead, said you have a complicated story to share," Superman said, drawing my attention.

Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself. I had to convince the Justice League that there was a Crisis coming in five years that would destroy not only their Earth, but countless others. No pressure.

"For starters, are you familiar with the hypothesis that all works of fiction are glimpses into other universes?" I asked, figuring getting this out of the way would be the best way to start.

"Like Earth Prime?" Flash asked.

I blinked in surprise, not having expected them to already have experienced what I was expecting to be one of the more difficult to believe parts of the explanation. Huh…

"That makes this a lot easier. I'm from an Earth where everyone here is from some form of fiction, including the ladies with me," I began, prompting some surprised and curious looks from the League.

"Definitely sounds like Earth Prime," Green Arrow muttered, before Wonder Woman spoke up.

"Perhaps we should take this to the conference room," she offered without opposition.

The trip was short, and soon we were all seated around a table I'd imagined countless times in my childhood. I was glad there wasn't the Martian Manhunter here, I don't think I'd be able to handle him sensing just how much I'm refraining from geeking out.

Before I could begin again, there was a sudden weight in my pocket. Reaching down, I pulled out what looked like a Rubik's cube with a sticky note that said, To save on long winded explanations. -TQ

Well that made this easier. Placing the cube on the table in front of me, it began to glow before a hologram of Tara appeared. Clothed, thankfully, that would be awkward if she weren't.

"Greetings Justice League, I am a Q. You may call me Tara, and let me explain why I sent Bear and his companions to your universe," the hologram of Tara began, before launching into an explanation of the oncoming Crisis. What would happen without our presence. The origin of the antimatter wave, the Anti-Monitor, and his followers, the Weaponers of Qward.

"Qward. Why does it always have to be Qward," I managed to catch Green Lantern mutter.

She gave a modified version of the explanation she gave me, leaving out the bet, which was probably for the best. When the explanation finished, I tried to get a gauge for how the League felt. Batman and Red Tornado were lost causes, the former had too good a poker face and the latter couldn't form facial expressions. The rest mostly seemed contemplative.

Superman stood up, "This is something we'll need to discuss. Do you mind waiting? Feel free to explore the museum next door."

I gave a nod, standing up and trying to avoid nerding out. This was already more than I could have ever imagined growing up and now I'd get to see the Justice League's museum? The only thing that would be better would be a tour of the Batcave. I had a feeling that I'd be suppressing the urge to geek out for a very long time.

The girls who'd woken on the Yamato all rose, following me as Superman pointed out the door to the museum. As the door to the conference room closed behind us, it was all I could do to keep from running into the museum.

"Someone's excited," Lisa teased, her trademark smile on her face.

"Lisa, I all but learned to read with comics depicting the people in there. Of course I'm excited," I said as I opened the door and entered.

The museum was everything I'd imagined and more. A replica of the Bottle City of Kandor. Jesus, was that a Phantom Zone Projector? Dozens of costumes on mannequins. Souvenirs from battles. Some I recognized, more that I didn't. I… might have lost track of time, finally letting myself start geeking out over everything. Even if everything went to shit, this alone was worth taking Tara's deal!

"Bear, ladies?" the voice of Wonder Woman broke me from my nerd-haze. Looking over towards the entrance, the Amazon Princess stood there with an amused smile. "We're ready for you."

Bear Sandosen

Doing my best to appear calm and collected, while hoping that my nerding out in the Museum hadn't been noticed (or worse recorded), I took a deep breath to try to settle my nerves. Depending on how their discussion had gone, it would make the future potentially a lot more difficult. I didn't want to think they'd dismiss the warnings, but the possibility wouldn't leave my mind. That the entire Justice League was standing when we reentered the meeting room didn't make my nerves any easier, but several of them had smiles on their faces, so it couldn't be too bad, right?

"We've talked it over," Superman began, pulling our attention towards him, "and while some of us aren't convinced, the risk posed is far too great for us to ignore."

"We'll figure out the details at a later point, but for now we'd like to offer your group a tour of our satellite," Wonder Woman offered.

"I can't speak for the rest, but I'd be more than happy to accept," I spoke up. A guided tour of the Justice League's satellite, by the Justice League? I'd have given an arm and a leg if you'd made the offer when I was in my teens!

"While a tour sounds lovely, especially of a technologically primitive structure such as this, there are several details I wish to discuss before I let my inner archaeologist out," Nikhol stated, causing more than one person to give her a side look.

"Nikhol, be nice," Lana chided.

"Come now Lana, you and I have traveled from one end of our galaxy to the other countless times. A station such as this is something that would have been the find of a lifetime! A station for a society that had yet to colonize their own world's moons?"

Well, at least Nikhol's enthusiasm replaced any insulted feelings with amusement. And the context she'd provided helped smooth some ruffled feathers. Not all, I certainly wouldn't be happy if she'd called my workplace primitive… well, if it were a workplace that I'd had a significant amount of pride in.

"I'd certainly be interested in a tour, and perhaps some history?" Taylor was the next to speak up.

"I wish to speak with Red Tornado," Cameron stated with the bluntness of a sledgehammer.

One by one, we were each paired off with different members of the Justice League. Somehow, I'd ended up being paired with Wonder Woman. Just Wonder Woman. If this was all a coma dream, then it was the best dream I'd had in I don't know how long.

Nikhol "Darth Nox" Diomedes

As the others left, I fixed my gaze to the two men that remained with me in the meeting room. Neither had anything approaching Force sensitivity, but as I'd learned more than once that didn't mean I could let my guard down. Much as I'd prefer to be on a dig, I was just as comfortable on the political battlefield. None of the others, save Lana, had realized that this was a battle.

"Nikhol, was it?" Superman, the leader of this Justice League in fact if not name, asked. Bear had mentioned that he wasn't human despite his appearance. I believed him. There was something about the man's presence… an underlying current of power that didn't exist in baseline humans yet different from those strong in the Force.

"Yes, Nikhol Diomedes. I've earned several titles, but those have little bearing here. In any event, I wish to lay the foundations for the collaboration between our two groups to prepare for the coming Crisis," I laid out, long experience dealing with agents of the Republic letting me hold back the habitual and casual threats that were part of everyday conversation in the Empire.

"Understandable," Batman said magnanimously, "Before we do, Bear's Earth apparently isn't the only one that contains media of other realities."

Kriff, that could make this easier or harder depending on how much they recognized.

"While I can only imagine what Bear's home has seen of your reality, given the forty year difference, our limited exposure is enough to let us recognize your and Miss Beniko's weapons. That same exposure also tells us that there are at least two such groups that regularly utilize such weapons."

"Let me answer your question," I interrupted. "Yes, one of my titles was Darth."

"So Darth is a title, not a name?" Superman asked.

I blinked in surprise. How… how could they know of the Sith and think Darth was a name? Were there so few of us in this… entertainment of theirs? Questions for later.

"We are getting off track. The vessel we arrived in, from what I have gleaned from the databanks made available to us, is capable of traveling to realities much like our own. It would be a waste and foolishness of the highest order to not take advantage of it to recruit others to aid us in the coming Crisis," I said, laying out the bare basics of our plan.

"Agreed. One or more of the League should also accompany your group on these missions, while the rest of the League focuses on preparing here," Batman said, drawing the focus back to him.

"I'd need to ask her first, but of the entire League Supergirl would probably be the best. She'd be able to be away from Earth for extended periods with the least amount of difficulty," Superman mused aloud.

Taylor Hebert

This station was amazing, but it was talking to the two heroines acting as my guides that had most of my attention.

"So magic is real here?"

"It is, there's never been a great number of practitioners, but there's enough of us around causing trouble that the Justice League has had plenty of need for me," the woman in fishnet leggings and a stage magician's costume, Zatanna, explained.

"Well we've told you about our Earth, but now let's hear about yours: any aliens on your Earth?" the blonde woman, who reminded me uncomfortably of Glory Girl but in red hot pants and a sky blue plunging v-neck shirt with the same symbol over her left breast that covered her cousin's whole chest, asked.

"Not to my knowledge. Just humans. Well, and parahumans, if you count them differently," I hesitated for a moment, but from everything I'd seen they seemed like good people, and if we came out of this whole mess alive, they might be able to help. "There's also the Endbringers."

"Is that a group of supervillains?"

"Not quite… there's three of them. The first, Behemoth, appeared almost twenty years ago. The second, Leviathan, four years later. The last, the Simurgh, six years after. They attack cities every few months, and the best case scenario sees them driven off. Leviathan attacked my home about a week and a half, two weeks before… this," I gestured to the walls around us.

"Before the attack began, Legend, one of the most famous and powerful heroes of my world, told those that gathered to fight that if the average held true, one in four of the defenders would die before Leviathan left."

We didn't really finish the tour, I spent the next however long telling the two about the Endbringers and the Nine. The blonde, Supergirl, hugged me as I started talking about the Nine, how they'd been roaming the continent since before I was born, killing and having twisted games the entire time. By the time I finished, the two women looked at me and Supergirl made a promise.

"After this mess with the Anti-Monitor is finished. Assuming we're still alive at the end, I'll do everything I can to convince the rest of the League to help your Earth. And since Superman's my cousin, 'everything I can' counts for a lot."

I was skeptical about the League being able to do as much as Supergirl seemed to be thinking, but I appreciated the gesture.

Lisa Wilborn

Somehow I ended up paired with the least Protectorate type members of this group, yet also the ones that were most involved in actual law enforcement! [Can Stretch and Shape Body, Super Speed, No Powers, Voice-Based Blaster; Archer and Blaster Romantically Involved, Speedster Much Faster Than Velocity, Stretchin-] I pushed down my power, feeling the beginning of a Thinker headache starting to form.

"Are you alright?" the woman, Black Canary, asked.

"Thinker headache, I'll be fine," I said, powering through the forming ache.

"That means nothing to us, but from the way you said it… it's a common thing in your world for mental powers to result in headaches, probably to try to keep you from hurting yourself from overuse. The image your costume is putting forth suggests that either your power is sight based or you're going for a 'third eye' type thing. Which suggests that either you're a mind reader or very good at faking it," the arch… Green Arrow mused aloud, smirk on his face as I stared at him wide eyed.

Power, you said he was a baseline human. [Pure Skill] Well gee, now I feel humbled. Bear wasn't kidding when he said not to underestimate the unpowered members of this group.

"Not used to being on the other end I take it? Just be glad it was me and not Batman."

Cameron

"Your synthetic covering is quite impressive," Red Tornado stated.

"Thank you. Your own design is quite remarkable. I would be honored if you could provide me with a blueprint for how your processes allow for higher computations with vacuum tubes," I requested.

"An exchange? My background processes for how your systems maintain your skin?"

"Agreed."

"It is refreshing to converse like this."

Lana Beniko

My three guides, the man in green who'd escorted us to this station and two who looked like nothingless than humans with wings grafted onto their backs, all moved with a familiar ease and manner in holding themselves that I recognized. It was interesting, dealing with those who operated akin to the Aides of Wrath, but on a larger scale and with people other than Sith.

Green Lantern had just finished explaining about the organization he belonged to, when he asked, "So if you don't mind me asking, what's your Earth like?"

"I'm not actually sure there is an Earth in my home reality. I'm a high ranking member of an interstellar Empire, and was born on the capital world Dromund Kaas. For a time I served as the Head of Intelligence, but most recently I've been acting as Nox's left hand in the Alliance she runs."

"So you went from head of an intelligence organization to being one of the leaders in a non-government group?" Hawkwoman asked for clarification.

"It was originally a resistance group against a separate empire that attacked us and an enemy that we'd been fighting at the time. The leaders of the empire I was part of along with the enemy we had been fighting were still focused on eachother, so I left. I worked with others, from both nations, to help start the Alliance, and we made Nox the leader. In the end, we were victorious, but problems never stopped arising."

All three gave sympathetic nods. There was a sense of understanding, of having been through what seemed like an unending barrage of problem after problem, of taking enjoyment from the times between. There were differences, I didn't get the feeling that any of them had lived through a war, let alone one of the scale of the war against the Republic or Zakuul, but it was still there.

Harley

"Ya know, if ya'd asked me a year ago if'n I'd be hangin' out wit' two o' the League… I'da probably laughed hard enough ya'd think I'da taken a dosa Smilex!" I said with a grin on my face.

The League-guy on my right, in blue and red, gently lifted my arm off his shoulder, "I'm married."

"Good for you! Wasn't tryin' ta hit on ya," I assured.

My other guide/guard, the guy with fire for hair, stammered out what could charitably be called incomprehensible, a blush lighting up his face even more than his hair.

"Aw, relax. You're cute, but I'm not gonna do anything but tease ya," I told him while patting his cheek with the arm over his shoulders.

"That… really doesn't help," he managed to squeak out.

"Consider it training!"

"Training? For what?"

"Ya never know when a villainess'll try ta distract ya by flashing her girls at ya!"

"I… don't… see that happening."

"That's what that fat cop who's always with Gordon said just before I did it. Ya wanna free tip: spend some time at a strip club. Ya don't have to buy any services, but go there until the girls on stage stop catchin' your attention every ten seconds."

"I'm still in high school?" he squeaked.

"Then ya can put that fake ID to use for something other than drinking underage!"

The kid spluttered indignantly, while the other guy was visibly struggling not to laugh, "I don't have a fake ID! You're not helping Professor."

Harley didn't think she was meant to hear that last part, so she ignored it. Besides, she was having too much fun teasing the kid to let something like that distract her!

Bear Sandosen

I was in for a personal interrogation, probably regarding my relationship with the ladies. This was obvious from the moment Wonder Woman asked me if I'd like to accompany her alone on a guided tour of the satellite. Something in the way we interacted must have set off alarms in her head. I could have said no – in the sense that I was physically capable of producing the sound – but two things stopped me. One was being on the freaking JLA satellite! Of course I wanted a tour. Only being in the Super Friends' Hall of Justice would've been cooler than this.

The other reason was the woman giving me the tour. Wonder Woman. Princess Diana of Paradise Island. The Amazing Amazon. Whatever name you called her, she had an undeniable presence. One that ticked all the boxes on my personal "I want to worship this woman" check list. Six feet tall compared to my five-five. Bright, hypnotic blue eyes that I wanted to drown in. Breathtaking long legs leading up to the perfect curves of her hips and ass. Long, flowing black hair. Powerful arms. A more-than-ample bust. Her classic red, gold, blue and white uniform. Perfect red lips formed in a gentle smile as she watched me take her in.

Screeeeech. My thoughts hit a crash test wall.

Smiling as she watched me take her in? Fuck. I looked up into her eyes and tried to pretend I wasn't blushing as I smiled back at her. "So," I said, rubbing the back of my head, "I guess you have some questions you didn't want to ask in front of everyone."

Her smile brightened and she ran one of her hands down my shoulder and forearm, making me shiver. "Don't be afraid," she cooed. "Nothing I say or ask is intended to harm you. Quite the opposite. And, please, call me Diana"

Swallowing, I extended my arm to her, palm up. "You...you can use your lasso. Bind me to the truth. I trust you." Please don't let her realize how she's affecting me.

She took my arm in both of her hands, stroking from my elbow to my wrist with the fingers of her right hand. She realizes, I concluded as my breath hitched. She absolutely realizes.

"You have a generous spirit, to give me that trust so soon. I won't betray it by binding you that way. Your eyes on mine, the pulse racing through your arm as I hold you and the gifts granted me by my patron goddesses are all I'll need. If, that is, my intent was to question you."

"D-D-Diana," I breathed.

She took the fingers that had been stroking my arm and touched them to my lips. "I feel the attraction too, Bear."

"For me? So soon?" I swallowed. How? This must have been one of Tara's adjust–No! Don't overthink this, you idiot! When they ask if you're a god, you say yes. And when a beautiful woman flirts with you and touches you, you let her! Now shut down your damn brain and open your heart.

"I have more gifts from my goddesses than skill in combat." Her fingers moved from my lips to my cheek and I leaned into her touch. I couldn't tell if my seduction was deliberate or a natural result of us being alone like this, but she was doing it effortlessly. "I can see to the heart of a person when I choose. Yours is kind, caring. Cracked and damaged, too, but it's reaching out to make connections and there are signs of healing there." She caressed my cheek one last time and moved her hand back to my arm.

"S-self inflicted, most of the damage," I whispered. "I tried to protect my heart. To build m-mighty walls around it. Never realizing that I was hurting myself more than anyone else could.

"The entity that set me on this course, Tara, she was watching me before I was even a teenager. Said that she wanted me to start healing; tear down my walls. I know I need to but I've messed myself up for so long…"

"Thus your companions."

"Yeah, I'm to learn to love with them; from them. I'm theirs and they're mine and...each other's. We have these bracelets and chokers to symbolize that. Harley's a doctor of psychiatry. She's here for more than her playful nature and the easy way she makes people smile. I'll be having so many appointments with her. In the psychiatric sense, not the euphemistic one," I clarified, blushing again. "I want to heal, Diana. I just… What if I can't put aside the professional tone I have to use in these briefings and introductions and the diplomacy I'll have to do long enough to let them all in?"

"Will you let me help you?"

"How?"

"Did the stories you read mention the Amazon practice of 'loving submission?'" I nodded. "It's a mental and emotional healing technique far more than any sex act. Sex is part of it, of course," she said with a flirtatious quirk of her lips, "but it's the healing that matters. Will you trust me in this, Bear? Let me guide you on the first steps of my people's path to healing?"

All my buttons. My god, she was hitting all my buttons without even trying.

"How do I feel so safe with you when we've only just met?" I asked, my voice shaky and breathy. "Yes. Guide me, please.."

She hugged me and then led me through the gym to the showers. She picked me up so I was level with her face and gave me a gentle kiss. When her tongue swiped against my lips, I opened up to let her in. I was moaning in moments as she caressed the inside of my mouth. My arousal was insistent, throbbing and aching when we came up for air and she set me down.

"Diana. God."

"I'll start the water to wash away your...emissions," she said huskily. "Get undressed and I'll do the same when the water's ready."

I swear I've never gotten naked faster in my life. Damn near tripped and fell getting my shoes and socks off, never mind my pants and underwear. In the end, I was fully exposed when she stepped out of the shower stall and divested herself of her own garments. Thank you, Tara, for curing my ED so I can appreciate the sight in front of me.

By the time she stood with that perfect ass pointed at me, her legs close together as she bent at the waist to pull her shorts down and show that she wore no panties under them, I was less than a minute away from a spontaneous orgasm. Had Tara turned me into a teenager again rather than a twenty-five year old? She turned around and I groaned, mesmerized.

"You're close," she said, glancing at my obvious arousal.

"You're breathtaking," I shivered.

"Let's make sure you can concentrate on the healing," she teased as she closed the distance between us and knelt down in front of me. Grasping my shaft, she leaned forward and took my tip into her mouth. One, maybe two flutters of her tongue along my cockslit was all it took to undo me. I have no idea how many squirts it took before my brain returned to my body. When I did, she was looking up at me, still between my knees, and I could tell she hadn't swallowed yet. I could also tell what she was planning. For all my issues and insecurities, that wasn't one of them.

Transfixed again by her eyes, I nodded and she slid up my body, breasts pressed firmly against me as she rose. She darted in to kiss me when we were face to face and I opened my mouth to accept her tongue and the cum that was on it, mixed with her saliva. My hands tangled in her hair as I returned the kiss with all the passion I had in me. Putting her hands on my butt, she stood up and carried me into the stall with the running water.

When the kiss finally broke, I slid down her body on wobbly legs, growing erect again as I pressed against her. She clasped me to her, my face in her cleavage, until I could safely stand again.

"Turn around," she commanded with gentle affection, "and close your eyes."

I did so and tried to steady my breathing while I was at it.

"Good. Trust is the first part of loving submission therapy and you've already given me that. We will work well together. Now step back until you're fully pressed against me, your back to my front and allow me to envelop you in my embrace.

"Breathe in and out, deep and slow. Your fears will try to stop you but you are in my arms and I will keep you safe. In, out. Deep, slow. Again and again. Good."

Slowly she talked me into a state of complete calmness and utter surrender, forging a metaphysical connection between us that I would have thought scientifically impossible before Tara's visit last night. She took my cock in her right hand while holding me to her with her left and encouraged my surrender, my submission, which I freely gave. Her touch drew five orgasms out of me in the next half-hour (That many, that quickly. Either Tara really had rewired me or it was one of the gifts Aphrodite gave Diana.) and with each one she fed me affection, kindness and light through our connection. Each time it either drew out some of the emotional poison I'd injected into myself over the decades or filled in a crack gouged when I'd dragged my walls into place.

In the end, I was shaking with barely-dry tear tracks on my face from having confronted and overcome some of my issues with her help. She turned me around and blew lightly across my face, making the tracks disappear as if they'd never been there and clearing the redness from my eyes. "Thank you," I whispered.

"Save a place for me on your ship. The League wants to send a liaison to join you on your journeys and I can't get free of my day job just yet, but by the time you come back I won't have a civilian life to keep me from joining you."

My heart leapt at her words. "I promise."

Bear Sandosen

The tours lasted about an hour, before gradually everyone reconvened in the satellite's mess hall. Won… Diana and I were the last ones to arrive, and I was pleasantly surprised to see how much mingling was going on. Except for Nikhol, who was practically hiding in a dark corner, eyes keeping careful note of where everyone else was in the room, everyone was interacting with someone from the other group. Though the way that Harley bounced from Firestorm to Batman had me a little concerned.

Cameron was still with Red Tornado, talking about something while she gestured towards a plate with half a quesadilla on it. Taylor and Lisa were sharing a table with Green Arrow, Zatanna, Black Canary, and Flash. Superman and Batman were both discussing something with Supergirl, and Lana was deep in conversation with Atom and Elongated Man.

Diana showed me how the food synthesizer worked, and I immediately took advantage of it to get me some deep dish pizza. I was considering where to sit, when I saw a hand wave me over. Surprised, but not unpleasantly, I made my way over and joined Hawkman and Hawkwoman at their table.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked as I sat down.

"Relax kid, this isn't an interview or interrogation," Hawkman said with a smirk.

"Kid? I may not look it but I'm probably older than both of you. If I have a counterpart here, they'd be about ten, eleven years old. It was early 2021 when I got this offer."

Both looked at me in surprise, before shrugging it off. I suppose that someone looking twenty years younger than they should wasn't really all that odd compared to some of the other things the League had seen and done. I was just happy I had my cholesterol back under control. I wouldn't be eating like this every day, that'd result in me being back where I started, but every once in a while I was going to savor pizza like this.

"I know he said it wasn't an interview or interrogation, but do you mind if we ask some questions about your Earth?" Hawkwoman asked, before taking a bite of some kind of deep red stew.

"Sure, provided I get a few questions of my own," I responded.

"Can't promise we'll answer, if it ends up being related to something we're working on. Has your Earth had any contact with other species?" Hawkman asked.

Swallowing the bite of pizza in my mouth, I shook my head, "Unless you count the species that evolved alongside us like neanderthals, no. There's conspiracy theorists that claim the world is being secretly run by reptilian aliens that live on the moon, but other than what the crazies claim, we seem to be alone. No Kryptonians, no Martians, no Tamareans, no Gordanians, no Thanagarians. We've looked, there's even a program all about the search for other intelligent life out there. But so far… nothing."

The two looked at me with surprised expressions, before Hawkman softly said, "That sounds lonely."

"Sometimes, but most of the time we've got enough problems with just other humans. Even without freeze rays, magic, or people that can tie steel beams into pretzels with their bare hands. Just normal, mundane humans. Anyway, my turn for a question, right?"

"Go ahead."

"Unless I'm mistaken the two of you are working at a museum, while the Earth 2 Hawkman and Hawkwoman are field archaeologists. Do you think that's a pure coincidence, or a sign of something more?"

The two paused as they considered my question. After a few moments, Hawkwoman answered, "That's actually something that we've talked about in the past. Thanagar doesn't have as strong a religious presence as Earth does, so a divine hand isn't something that we'd previously given much credence to. Whatever the case, when we found out about our Earth 2 counterparts, it was comforting."

I gave a nod, just as Supergirl sat down across from me, "Bear, right?"

"That's me. What can I do for you?"

"Don't know if you'd been told yet, but it was decided that the League would be more comfortable if one of us went with you. I can quit my day job easiest so Batman and Kal asked me if I'd be up for it. I've been looking for a reason to quit anyway, so I said yes. Give me a week or two, and save a bunk for me on that ship of yours."

Don't pop a boner. Don't pop a boner. Don'tpopaboner! I frantically thought to myself. Distraction, distraction, "What do you do in your day job?"

"Acting. I'm stuck in a contract I want out of, you wouldn't believe how cutthroat the acting field can be."

My mind went to the recent news about Gina Carano's firing, and everything that had come out in the immediate aftermath, "Some of the stuff that'd happened just before I got sent here means that I can believe quite a bit."

"Looks like there's a story there, you'll have to share it once I've managed to get out of my contract. Speaking of acting… you said you're from 2021. That means you know the answer to a question that's been driving me crazy. I can't wait the three years until they tell us: Was Vader lying?"

I blinked, before smothering a laugh. I'd forgotten just how big a reveal the final twist of Empire was when it was released. I could tell her, but considering that Harley had mentioned finding a cache of movies while we were in the shuttle…

"Well, I guess we'll have to have a movie night once you can visit," I told her with a shit eating grin.

"Oh come on!"

"Nope, you'll already be getting spoilers just by seeing it before '83. I'm not going to spoil it any more than that."

She crossed her arms with a huff, both annoyed and amused. I meanwhile did my best to ignore what that did to her cleavage.

"Well I think that went well," I said as Cameron began shutting down the shuttle.

"Indeed," Cameron said.

"No kiddin', it was good seein' Bats again, and the way that Flame-Hair kept blushin' was adorable," Harley chuckled as she stood up and stretched, her back popping as she did so.

There was small talk amongst the group as we debarked from the shuttle onto the ship proper. The meeting with the League had mostly stuck to mingling after that point, though most of the League seemed to be cautious about Nikhol, not that I could blame them given her… religious affiliation.

"Oi, Fuzzy," Harley called getting my attention. She had her arms wrapped around Lisa and Taylor's shoulders, a scheming grin on her face and a blush on theirs, "Gimme fifteen minutes then come to ya cabin. I got something in mind for ya."

As Harley dragged the two girls off, I stared at them with a bemused smile. I don't know if it was getting to know Harley, the fact that I'm back in a younger body, or that I couldn't pull my gaze from the three delightful asses on display as they left, but I had a hunch I knew what she had in mind.

Well, while I waited, I might as well make sure our entertainment library could deliver what I'd promised Supergirl. When I found said library it was… much more extensive than I'd anticipated. Not only did it have all the Star Wars movies (in addition to both seasons of The Mandalorian), but there was every big name franchise and then some going back over forty years. And that was just the movies, without getting into the TV shows, cartoons, books, manga, games, and porn.

I'm sure I spent more than fifteen minutes trying to wrap my head around the entertainment options we had, but I managed to pull myself away and make my way to the Captain's cabin. Nerves were making me sweat as I rode the elevator up to the top of the ship's tower. Finally, the door opened, and as I stepped out, my mouth went dry.

All three had changed, and Harley had somehow found lingerie for them. Hers was red and blue, like what Margot Robbie had worn in the Suicide Squad movie. Lisa was in a light lavender nightie that did nothing to hide how Harley's fingers were teasing her. Taylor was in a deep red set that didn't emphasize her chest. Instead it complimented her slim figure, drawing attention to her legs. Her long, endless, wonderful legs.

It was then, following those perfect legs, that I saw that Harley had certainly been making sure that Taylor was ready to go for tonight. On top of the fact that the panties Taylor was wearing were absolutely soaked, the former henchgirl was slowly pumping two fingers into the girl's core while her thumb held the front of the panties to the side.

"Bout time, was startin' ta think ya'd gotten lost," Harley drawled as her other hand pinched at one of Lisa's nipples.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and did my best to ignore the fact that my pants were far too tight, "This is certainly a pleasant surprise."

"Stop talkin' and start strippin'. Tanight's 'bout Taytay here," Harley flicked Taylor's button with one of her free fingers, causing her to let out an adorable squeak and shudder.

I had no issues following those commands. Shucking my shirt, followed by my pants, I stepped up to the end of the bed. I could tell how nervous Taylor was, so I decided to give her a bit of a treat, lifting her up by her ass and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

"Lisa," I said as I knelt down, bringing my head level with the confused Taylor's core, "kiss your friend, I think she needs a reminder about how special she is."

"Wha-" was all Taylor managed before Lisa's lips captured hers.

Bringing my face down, I buried myself into Taylor's pussy and drove my tongue as far in as I could, drawing a muffled squeal from her. Smirk on my lips, I devoted myself to the worship of this gorgeous, incredible girl, while Lisa frenched her and Harley began to leave a trail of kisses from just above my head up her body.

I'd just started to circle her hood when I heard Lisa break their kiss, gasping for air. Just as I flicked Taylor's nub, Lisa whispered, "Love you, Taylor."

I thought I was prepared for Taylor's orgasm. I wasn't. In addition to the guttural moan, the thighs clamping down on my head, and the clenched core, Taylor is apparently a squirter. But calling the flood that filled my mouth a squirt is like calling the Mississippi a big river. True, but only in the simplest terms. Regardless, I swallowed down the flood of girlcum as quickly as I could, as Harley circled her tongue around Taylor's nipples.

Finally, Taylor slumped back onto the bed, her legs releasing their death grip and sweat making her hair stick to her forehead. After giving the younger girl a chance to catch her breath, Lisa went back to making out with the brunette. Harley moved onto the other nipple. And I dove right back in. If Taylor still has body issues by the time we're done, we'll just have to try again.

Together, the three of us turned Taylor into a limp pile of goo with another three orgasms. It was after the fourth orgasm that Harley gently pulled my head out from between Taylor's legs.

"I think she's ready fer the main event, Fuzzy," she said with a wicked grin on her sweat soaked face.

Giving her a grin of my own, I shot up and managed to land a kiss on the end of her nose before she managed to pull away. Which earned me a laugh and a slap to the shoulder as I stood up and slid my boxers down, finally freeing my painfully hard member. Gently nudging Lisa aside, Harley slid under Taylor, sitting up so that the younger girl's head rested between her breasts.

"Ya ready sweety?" I managed to hear Harley whisper into Taylor's ear, running her hand through the blissed out girl's hair.

"Yesh… pleash…" Taylor slurred, pleasured grin and unfocused eyes on her face.

"You heard her Fuzzy!"

Chuckling lightly, I took a moment to peel the soaked panties off her, dropping them to the floor where they landed with a wet 'plap'. Gently setting her legs onto either side of my hips, I leaned down and gave Taylor a gentle kiss as I put the head of my rod at her entrance and slowly pushed in.

Slowly, I inched further and further into her, drawing a throaty moan from Taylor before I finally bottomed out. Leaning back, I gave Taylor a chance to adjust, much as I wanted to start thrusting. For her part, Taylor stared down at where we were joined, her right hand drifting down to rest over where she felt me. Her expression sharpened as a look of confusion spread across her face.

"… it doesn't… I thought it was supposed to hurt?" she whispered, causing Harley to chuckle.

"Girl, why d'ya think I made sure ya were wet n' lubed before Fuzzy got here? With the amount a physical activity our lifestyle calls for, there was no way ya still had ya hymen. That's where mosta the pain comes from. Th'rest is from not enough prep work before ya get started," Harley told the blushing Taylor.

"I'm glad I didn't cause you pain," I told Taylor, a warm smile on my face, "that's the exact opposite of a turn on for me."

"Alright, enough mushy stuff," Lisa groused, a hint of pink on her cheeks, "I thought this was supposed to be the main event."

"Don' worry, you'll get your turn," Harley cooed, causing the other blond to splutter, before turning back to look at me. "She ain't wrong though. Gorgeous Taytay here's had enough time t'adjust."

Instead of saying anything, I pulled back. Taylor let out a needy moan as I slid out. Finally, with the head just barely inside her and Taylor's hips making small motions to try to pull me back in, I stopped.

"Lisa," I said, while looking Taylor in the eye, "I think Taylor could use some affection."

"Says the man fucking her," Lisa quipped, but bent down and took a nipple into her mouth all the same.

Ignoring Lisa, I gently pushed back into Taylor. Slowly, until our hips were again flush. Pulling out, I pushed back in, faster.

"God Taylor, you feel amazing," I groaned as Harley leaned down and turned Taylor's head so they could kiss, I picked up speed. Soon, my hips were a veritable blur, and Taylor let out a keening moan as she came again.

That was it for me, my hips drove myself as deep into her as I could, just before I erupted. My seed filled her channel to the point that some spilled out by the time I finally finished. Reaching up, I cupped Taylor's face, my thumb rubbing against her cheek.

"Thank you, for letting me be your first," I told her, causing her to flush scarlet.

"Ya left a bit of a mess," Harley noted, looking down to where I'd pulled out. "Someone should clean 'er up."

Lisa rolled her eyes before sliding down to lap up my seed leaking out of her friend. I climbed up onto the bed, just in time to hear Harley whisper, "Soon, Imma get you alone and glomp ya, Fuzzy."

Bear Sandosen

It was maybe an hour before dinner and I found myself doing something that made me smile every time I did it. Wandering around the decks of the Yamato, luxuriating in the fact that everything I'd been experiencing lately was actually real. Yeah, I'd even done some searching to see if there was a local version of myself here. Sent a stealth drone down when I found out there was so I could see if he was happy. Ten year-old me was having a good summer. Running around the neighborhood, playing with his best friend. I could only send out a wish and a prayer that he would grow up happy and not fuck himself over emotionally like I did.

In the meantime, a movie quote that applied to my current circumstances came to mind. I couldn't help adapting it, I really couldn't.

"We're on a mission from a goddess. There's three days to our next universe. We've got a full tank of gas, half a dozen beautiful women; we're in space and I just bought myself some sunglasses down on Earth. Hit it."

I'm not a very good singer and dancer, but I still let my feet carry me down the hallway, hips and shoulders moving while I sang "Soul Man."

I was halfway to the nearest elevator when WHOOMPF! Shoulder first into the nearest wall I went.

What the fuck?

"Heya, Fuzzy!"

And here I thought the flying glomp was something that only happened in old anime. Which, let me tell you, did not properly prepare me for getting essentially hockey-checked into a wall by a smiling, sexy psychiatrist.

I should probably have said something to her about my now-sore shoulder but, fuck it, I could easily forgive the owner of that smile a little soreness. Especially dressed in her Suicide Squad costume. Ripped T-shirt, barely-there short shorts and fishnet stockings. She'd been watching the movies about herself. I shouldn't have been surprised.

"Hey yourself, gorgeous. Whatcha doing?"

"Huggin' ya," she said, pressing herself fully against my uninjured side.

"Mmm. Your hugs are really special, Harley," I said, giving her my best flirty smile. "Why am I lucky enough to get this one?"

"I needed ta hug ya and ya needed ta be hugged."

Perfectly sound logic like that should be rewarded. So I kissed her. We took turns pulling and nibbling on each other's lips, holding each other in place by our hair. Fuck, this woman could kiss. I let my tongue out to play and she accepted it in her mouth, sucking and licking it. Then she followed suit. By the time we broke for air, one of my hands had slid down to her ass and one of hers was cupping my painfully hard crotch.

"Told ya I'd get ya alone and glomp ya."

"I remember," I said, smiling fondly at her. "Now that you got me, what're you gonna do with me?"

She gave me a salacious smirk and fondled me through my pants, drawing a long, low moan out of me. Leaning in, she suckled and nibbled on my neck, pushing my arousal ever-higher. My eyes rolled back in my head as she worked me over, leaving a mark that would surely last at least a week. Her mouth moved up, taking my earlobe in her teeth and giving it a gentle, erotic tug. Then she fluttered her tongue in my ear like she was going down on Ivy. I'd had strippers do this when they wanted me to buy some extra private dances but, holy shit, none of them had Harley's intensity and pure sensuality.

"Ya like that, doncha? When a woman shows she wants ya and takes control. Wanna suck my tits?" she whispered. "Use yer sex powers to make me cream without touching my cunny and I'll give ya a real nice reward."

How could I resist? Especially when she hiked up her torn shirt to her shoulders, exposing her delectable braless breasts to my hungry gaze. Yeah, I'm a tit man. Always was, always will be.

Spoiler: Harley Topless

I bent down and took one of her perfect boobs into my mouth, luxuriating in its softness and the smoothness of her skin. I squeezed the other, worshipping it with my hand. Pale and perfectly natural, I could easily spend hours on each one. Licking and suckling, I let my pleasure touch powers out to play, needing her to enjoy every second just as I was. Sure, my new abilities could let me take her over the edge in seconds but it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. I'd so much rather we both be able to savor this.

She clutched my head tight against her breast and I moaned. I could spend hours indulging in my boob-lust before sliding down between her legs and really putting my tongue to good use. Sadly, we had less than an hour until dinner so I wouldn't get to do that tonight. Soon, though. Very soon.

I concentrated on bringing her pleasure, both with my mouth and powers, and was rewarded with her sighs and words of encouragement.

"S'good. Don't stop. Gonna fin' way...make milk."

Yeah, that set me off and I went into a frenzy of kissing, licking and suckling, switching from one marvelous mammary to the other and back again. Harley's cries of pleasure increased in intensity and length, matching and surpassing my moans. Soon she was shaking, her legs wobbling as I had to use my hands to keep her upright.

"Fuzzy, YES! Fuuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkk!" she screamed as her orgasm hit her.

I barely found the mental strength to pull my lips away and lean back, no longer hunching over. I kissed her softly, then hugged her close as she came down from her high. Her bare chest pressed against my shirt-clad one as she snuggled into me and exhaled.

It felt strange to think it but Tara was right. I could love these women. All of them, but Harley… What a woman. It was too soon to actually be love. We'd only had a couple days of knowing each other, after all. But there was something about her. Playful, sexy, sweet, cute and cuddly. What I was feeling just bubbled forth out of my mouth.

"God, I adore you."

I could feel her smiling against my neck as she gave me a kiss on the hickey she'd given me just minutes ago.

"Yer pretty damn sweet, yerself, Fuzzy. If we had more time, I'd toss ya on the floor and ride ya until we both pass out. I'll just have to give ya that reward I promised instead. And don't go tryin' to be humble and refuse. You're getting rewarded and that's all there is to it. You just have to choose the form of your reward."

"Is this a Ghostbusters thing?"

She giggle-snorted and started shaking with laughter. "That's my sweet, goofy Fuzzy. Nah, stud. Just gotta answer a question." She licked the outside of my ear before pressing her lips to it and, I swear she must have learned this from Catwoman, actually purring. "Handjob, blowjob or titjob?"

I swallowed hard and answered in a shaky voice thick with lust. "Titjob."

"Good answer."

She stepped back from me, whipping her shirt all the way off and tossing it onto the floor. I stared unabashedly at her breasts, making note of the multiple love bites and marks I'd left when I was worshiping them. "You are glorious," I told her when I finally managed to lift my gaze back to her eyes.

She did that exaggerated licking of her lips and sexy smirk that she does so well, making me shiver which reminded me that I hadn't had any relief since we started. It was a good thing I could now stay hard after cumming, because I might just pop the second she wrapped her tits around me.

"More for me ta wear under my shirt during dinner," was her response when I told her that. "Can't wait to see which of 'em goes lust-crazy from the smell and yanks it up for a taste." I fucking moaned at the thought and went to unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down, but Harley stopped me and shook a finger in front of my face, saying "Naughty, naughty. I'm the one doing the undressing here."

Dropping to her knees, she somehow managed to yank my pants and boxers down to my ankles without ever touching the belt. Her hungry gaze made my breath hitch.

"Yer cock is perfect, Fuzzy. Right size to make a girl feel good without hurtin' her." She lifted the shaft with her right hand and stroked my balls with the back of her fingers on her left. I moaned. "They're so soft. Smooth. Full."

"They, oh god, won't be full much longer if you keep doing that. I've been hard since we started kissing. Close. God, so close."

She wrapped her tits around my shaft and started an up and down motion that wrecked my mind. Those large, perfect natural breasts moving in a hypnotic rhythm. "Eyes on my eyes, stud. Let it happen. Just feel."

Of course I lost myself in those striking blue eyes of hers. Who wouldn't? Fucking intoxicating. They even managed to delay my first pop from the five seconds I was expecting after all the teasing and play we'd done all the way out to two minutes. For the second time since she glomped me, my eyes rolled back into my head. So good. So damn good. Six, seven squirts into her cleavage. Natural squirts because I'd been so enthralled by her that I forgot I could adjust my output and give her the coating she wanted. It was only then that I realized I'd been humping away in time with her movements and still was.

"Oh, Harley. Don't stop, baby. Wanna give you more."

"Yer jizz has my tits nice and lubed now, Fuzzy. We can really bounce and bang now."

With that, she pressed them together and really started to slam them up and down. I fought to find a thrusting pace that would let me savor the sensation. It was more difficult than I imagined. Being between her beautiful-to-behold, bountiful boobs just felt that good.

Finally our paces synched up and we moved in time. It was everything I'd fantasized about since she was introduced in the cartoons more than half my life ago and then some. We kept this pace while staring into each other's eyes and whispering.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

I was gasping for air. Drowning and exulting in the sensations of my favorite sex act with one of the sexiest women in the entire fucking omniverse. Another orgasm would surely overtake me any moment now and the look on her face told me Harley knew exactly what I was feeling.

"Paint my tits," she cooed. "I want to make the girls crazy when they smell it on me and see it soaking through my shirt. Want 'em to rip it off me and lick me clean."

"As...you...wish."

With a pained grunt, I started cumming, remembering this time to make myself squirt as much as she needed for her plan. I pulled away from her chest so I could direct my shots, but she beat me to it and grasped my shaft. Her gentle strokes made sure my cum went exactly where she wanted it. She took special effort to ensure her areola and nipples held layers of my seed before I let the sensations fade and my emissions went back to normal volume. Taking my cockhead in her mouth, she swallowed my last two shots before reaching back for her shirt and putting it on.

"So fucking sexy, Harley. Wanna ravish you."

"Tonight, stud, yah can pound me through the mattress. Right now, I wanna see how long it takes to start an orgy at the dinner table."

I pulled my pants up, put my arm around her shoulder and we walked towards the nearest elevator. I really, really fucking adore this woman.

The next week was spent making sure that the Yamato was prepared for the journey, and picking where we'd be heading next. There was some debate between us about what world to head to but, in the end, it was decided that with how magic was a major factor in the original Crisis, we'd head to a world where that was their shtick. There were a couple worlds that fit that criteria, but we settled on one that best resembled the Earth we were familiar with. It didn't perfectly match but, from the overview we were given, it was pretty close to a certain set of seven books and eight movies in our media library.

Our nights were spent in the big room, enjoying each other's company. There was a lot of sex, yes, but there was just as much cuddling and sharing personal histories. But more than that, I was able to get a hold on the gifts that Tara had left me with.

For starters, in addition to de-aging me I was now much more able to perform physical activity, beyond just what youth allowed for. Scientific, engineering, and stuff like that just clicked now, whereas before they would have gone right over my head. I still needed to study and exercise, but it's the difference between understanding something after five revisions versus getting it the first time. Most of the other gifts were things meant to protect me, unless I allowed it my mind couldn't be read and my soul was similarly protected. The rest of my abilities were eh… bedroom related. I could turn my fertility on and off (it was currently set to off) and emit pheromones that were an aphrodisiac for pretty much everyone except for me. While I couldn't stop emitting pheromones, I could adjust the amount and set it to as low as I could. There were more, but, well...

True to her word at the meet and greet with the League, Supergirl was free of obligations after a week, and we were on the League's satellite to meet/welcome her aboard.

"Bear," Superman greeted as we walked off the shuttle.

"Superman," I returned as Harley raced past me to wrap Supergirl in a hug.

"I understand that Supergirl is a grown woman, but she's still my cousin. I realize that you'll be without supervision and that some things are… tempting in such cases," was he… "But if she comes back with a story about how you took advantage of her…"

"Are you giving me the shovel talk?" I asked incredulously, before spotting the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Unable to hold it in anymore, he burst into laughter, "You wouldn't believe how long I've wanted to do that. And the look on your face, I get why it's a fatherhood tradition."

"KAL!"

Supergirl managed to wriggle out of Harley's bear hug and flew over to her cousin, hovering so that she was eye level and leveling the Disappointed Female Relative Glare at him.

"Should I share some stories about Argo City? Maybe you'd like to hear about the nightlife and parties when we realized we were fucked? Or maybe I should tell you about my first orgy?" Supergirl all but shouted at her horrified cousin.

I, meanwhile, could only blink in a mix of surprise and confusion. First orgy? What the hell was Kryptonian society like and how much had the comics left out?

"I like her," Nikhol bluntly said, not bothering to lower her voice or be discreet.

"I'm not surprised, my love," Lana said with a chuckle as she walked past us to approach the still furious Supergirl and disturbed Man of Steel.

The goodbyes lasted a while, but within the hour we were on our way back to the Yamato, while I got Supergirl up to speed on our current plans.

"Once we're docked, Cameron will be taking us to the next world we'll be recruiting from. From what the database has told it, it's similar to an urban fantasy book series that, on my Earth anyway, was released in 1997. No aliens or metahumans, but a small percentage of the population are born with the ability to use magic. Those with this ability, who call themselves witches and wizards, form their own society separate from the non-magical population, who they call Muggles.

"We're not precisely sure when we'll arrive, or what the entirety of the differences are, but it'll be a day or two until we breach the dimensional barrier and arrive in orbit. In the meantime, I believe I promised you a movie night."

The squeal and hug were painful, but worth it.

I considered the order to show the movies, and in the end I decided to start with the best of the Disney Era films: Rogue One. From there, we'd watch the Original Trilogy followed by the Prequels. Regardless of what my feelings about the rest of the Disney movies were, it was probably best not to have them play while there were two Sith in the room.

As I expected, K2 was a major hit amongst my fellow Earthlings, though Nikhol and Lana both groaned when they heard about the Death Star. Too similar to many of the more out there ideas come up with by Sith drunk on the Dark Side, was my guess.

To my surprise, the version of A New Hope featured two scenes that weren't in the theatrical or remastered versions: the deleted scene with Luke and Biggs as well as the Death Star Vader versus Obi Wan reimagined fight. It was certainly a pleasant surprise, and I couldn't help but wonder if Tara had done something similar with the other movies in the original trilogy: combining the best elements of the original and remastered cuts.

Turns out, she did. The edits in Empire weren't particularly noteworthy, but the Sarlaac pit prompted a comment from Harley, "Heh, reminds me o' Red. Good times."

That prompted confused looks from most of the other girls, while I couldn't help but picture Harley wrapped up in vines mimicking the countless tentacle hentai. Something that normally creeps me out but didn't this time. Maybe the curiosity about what Harley and Poison Ivy got up to? Not important.

The rest of the movies went by with relatively little fanfare. Supergirl (who gave us permission to call her Kara) had declared that she knew Vader was telling the truth, Nikhol and Lana called that Vader was going to turn on Sidious once he started torturing Luke, and everyone cringed at Anakin's attempts at flirting.

When Revenge of the Sith concluded, I considered putting on The Mandalorian, but we'd already watched the seven movies back to back. Plus Nikhol and Lana's expressions were rather worrying. While the other girls went to bed, I followed Nikhol and Lana as they went to the mess hall and headed straight for the liquor cabinet.

"Nikhol, Lana?" I asked as Nikhol used the Force to bring down a bottle of something green.

"Oh, hello Bear. Thank you for showing us that vid series," Lana greeted with a strained smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Join us for a drink?" Nikhol asked, her voice pure bitterness.

"Do you even know what that is?" I asked, giving the liquor a sideways look as she poured it into three shot glasses.

"It's green. If it's anything like Kaasian Blood Mead, that's good enough for me."

Ignoring the questions that answer prompted, I took the offered shot glass and clinked it with theirs. Tossing it back, my eyes watered from the burn even as Nikhol was pouring more.

"Are… you two alright?" I asked as the burn faded.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Nikhol sarcastically asked, "We just saw that the Sith drove the Jedi to extinction, like they tried to do to us during the Great Hyperspace War. When they slaughtered every Sith they could find, bombarded our holiest sites into rubble from orbit, destroyed every trace of our culture they could find. But in the end we had victory." Some of the chairs started to shake and Nikhol was blinking back tears. "Or we would have if one of the two kriffing Sith remembered the whole reason his apprentice joined the Sith was to save his family! A Sith that didn't even show the slightest hint of belonging to the Sith culture!"

Oh… oh. Setting down the shot glass, I walked over to Nikhol and wrapped her in a hug. My head barely came to her shoulders, but she returned the hug and buried her face into my hair as she let the tears out. I heard the sound of Lana's glass hitting the table, before she approached and joined the hug. The three of us stood there, me sharing comfort as the two women mourned the cause that they had dedicated blood, sweat, tears, and more to.

After the bottle was finished, the three of us retired to my cabin for sleep. No funny business happened, we just slept together. Nikhol and Lana needed the comfort, not me being a perv. I'd like to think it helped, but I don't know by how much.

The next morning, or whatever passes for morning on a spaceship traveling through the space between different multiversal clusters, I decided that I'd see how Cameron was settling in. I know that she's a robotic killing machine, but she'd always been more human than other Terminators, even on the show. And that was ignoring whatever Tara might have done to change her.

Down in the mess, while Nikhol and Lana were going gaga over the realization that a particular fruit could be synthesized, I got myself an English breakfast and sat down next to the pint sized killing machine.

"Bear," she greeted as she took a bite of the rather bland looking porridge.

"Morning Cameron. Sorry if I've been avoiding you. How are you settling in?" I asked.

"It's alright. The others are less familiar with being dropped into strange circumstances without their usual support networks," she said, a hint of a smile on her face. And that forced me to remember that she'd been through something relatively similar, being sent decades through time past an apocalypse. "In answer to your question, I've been familiarizing myself with the ship's systems. When I arrived here I'd received a mass download containing the technical details of the ship and everything in it, along with several modifications to my internal systems."

That could be very good or very bad, but I'd ask for more details later, "Will we need to pick up specialists to keep the ship maintained and running safely?"

"At some point, yes. We'll be fine for at least a standard year as is, but we should make our next destination after we are done recruiting in this universe one with advanced technology. Perhaps Nikhol and Lana's world, but later with a higher tech base."

I gave a nod as I considered that. Perhaps during the Clone Wars? It'd have the two largest factions, both of which would be pouring resources into the coming conflict. If we could out Sidious, we just might be able to negotiate a ceasefire and have the manpower of both the Republic and the CIS. Definitely something to discuss with the others at a later point, but in the meantime, I hadn't forgotten the mention of modifications Tara had made.

"You mentioned modifications made to you earlier, is it something to be concerned about?" I asked.

"I don't believe so. The primary changes seem to be an increase in my systems resilience to electric discharges, along with vastly improving my previously rudimentary food processor's ability to harvest energy from food I consume," she answered while holding up a spoonful of porridge as an example.

"I remember that you were shown eating. How's it improved?"

"Before I could handle a very limited list of food products and anything with too much liquid would clog my systems. My recent diagnostics showed that I can now process everything that humans can. More even, since I lack the ability to be affected by a number of toxins. My tongue has also been given the ability to taste, though I'm unsure if it is comparable to humans or more sensitive."

I blinked in surprise, glancing down at the half empty bowl of rather bland looking porridge in front of her.

"I chose to make breakfast about the energy content, so that at least one meal each day I'm not at risk at becoming lost in flavors. Like that first day, when Lana and I shared your cum."

As hot as that was, the breakfast table in the mess hall isn't the time to get a boner. Looking to change the topic, I asked, "Any other changes?"

"I now possess an additional organ and several parts of my organic covering now more closely resemble humans. Should we so desire in the future, I am now capable of having children."

…

Wait, what?

"You… what?" I asked, my brain still rebooting.

"I'm now fully capable of reproducing. I cannot say for certain, but I believe that any children we have will possess some form of enhancement over baseline humans. Additionally, from what I have read of the files provided to me about my reproductive system, my ovaries will not automatically release an ovum unless I desire it."

If I remember my lessons on human biology correctly, that means…

"So not only do you control when you'll get pregnant, you don't have periods?"

"Correct. Taylor was most upset with me when I shared my realization. She's still giving me 'the silent treatment.'"

Huh, to be honest I was more expecting that from Lisa. Maybe Taylor had particularly bad periods? But I hadn't missed how, whenever Cameron talked about having children, she always said 'we.'

"When this mess with the Anti-Monitor is over, I'd be honored to have children with you, Cameron," I told her, before standing up and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Bear Sandosen

I woke up to a weight on my chest and a wet feeling around my groin. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I was greeted by the very arousing sight of a mostly bare pussy. I say mostly bare because what hair there was had been shaped into a capital 'B'. And given both the color of the hair and the size of the breasts pressing into my abs, it seems that Lisa was wanting to go further than the kissing and finger play we've done until this point.

It would be rude to leave Lisa wanting, so my hands came up, gripping her ass through the pleated skirt she was wearing. Pulling her down even as I was lifting my head up, I buried my face into her lovely pink slit. As I went to town on her, I felt Lisa's mouth leave my tool with a surprised gasp.

"Give a girl, ooooh, some warning, ah, would you?" Lisa teased as I happily ate her out.

Pulling my head back so I could answer, I returned, "What can you expect when I have such a wonderful view when I wake up?"

I didn't bother waiting for her to respond, instead returning where I'd left off in my efforts to turn the normally smug vixen into a limp puddle of pleasured goo. From the way she was moaning, it seems my efforts were working. Working enough that she seemed to have forgotten about my soldier standing at attention, but that was alright. Now then: one little, two little, three little clit flicks; and from the guttural moan coming from Lisa that was coming close to pushing her over the edge. Just a little bit more, and…

Lisa didn't make a lot of noise when she came, a quiet keening sound while her body locked up. She did release a lot of juices that quickly turned foamy and I happily lapped up. Her body twitched with aftershocks before she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, panting and (based on past experience) with a vacant expression while her brain rebooted. Given that her head had been above my cock, that meant that it was pressed up against her cheek, her chin against its base.

With her out of commission, I gently lifted her off my head and started to turn her around. Seeing that in addition to the skirt she had on a pair of tennis shoes and nothing else made my dick twitch, but now wasn't the time for that. If she was interested, we'd move on after she recovered. For now, I got her situated so that her head was resting on my chest and ran my fingers through her hair.

She lay there panting for another minute or two, before she started blinking and turned to look at me. Her mouth opened to say something but before she could I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. After a few seconds, she pulled back and gave me a half hearted glare.

"This was supposed to be a treat for you, not you doing all the work and not getting a reward," she said with what, realistically, could only be called a pout.

Chuckling, I tucked her hair behind her ear while saying, "Couldn't help it, but really what did you expect with that blonde B down there?"

The fact that Lisa blushed was far more satisfying than it should be. Smiling, I placed a kiss on her forehead before pulling her into a hug. Of course, it was at that moment that she asked a question that necessitated pulling back so I could properly look at her.

"Bear… do you… do you want to make love?" she asked, her voice hesitant and trying to hide her nervousness.

Looking at her, I returned her question, "Do you?"

"Y-yes?"

I kept meeting her gaze, not saying anything. Finally, she dropped her head onto my chest with a frustrated groan, "I want you to turn me into a blissed out puddle until I can't think for the rest of the day. But… I'm not ready for it yet."

"Then we'll wait. There's no rush, Lisa," I told her, kissing the top of her head and gently rubbing her back.

"But you didn't-"

"It's okay. It's not a big deal."

Before Lisa could respond, Cameron's voice came over the ship's intercom, "Breaching the dimensional barrier in t-minus ten minutes."

"Goddamn cockblock sexbot," Lisa muttered with a groan of frustration, prompting me to laugh.

"We should probably get up," I told Lisa, giving her a gentle nudge.

"Fine," she said with exaggerated reluctance, smoothing her skirt as she stood up, before a wicked gleam filled her eye and her trademark grin spread across her face. "We should probably save on water. Join me in the shower?"

"Any time you want," I told her with a smile, not bothering to hide my reaction at the sight of her, naked sans skirt and shoes, hands on her hips and chest on full display.

Lana Beniko

Cameron, as the closest thing we had to a Chief Engineer, stayed behind on the ship to harvest raw materials from the system's asteroid belt. While the rest of us took a shuttle to Earth. Nikhol was piloting, and guiding us towards the northern hemisphere. As I waited, I thought back to the quick briefing we'd had.

Bear and Lisa had shown up last, and he'd shared what he knew about the world we were heading to. From the sounds of it, our main focus would be on this world's analog to Force-users. This Dark Lord sounded a great deal like some of the more unstable Sith Lords Nikhol and I had had to deal with when serving the Empire, but in some ways worse.

These… horcruxes, were the height of foolishness. Even Vitiate hadn't been so stupid as to mutilate his own soul. It weakened one's connection to life, to the Force. While the basic principle of horcruxes as a way of avoiding permanent death was sound, the side effects and consequences would leave the idiot attempting it far weaker. That's without the thought of doing so multiple times. For Voldemort's soul having been split into eight pieces… it's a wonder he has enough of a soul to maintain conscious thought.

Cameron had stated that based on the planet's position relative to its parent star, it would be midsummer in the northern hemisphere, which led Bear to immediately stating a destination, though none of the names meant anything to me. Or anyone else it looked like. Still, he did his best to describe what we might possibly expect.

The fact that the most likely time frame we'd have arrived in included a span of seven years was annoying, but manageable. Regardless, we knew roughly what to look for, which was better than some of the missions I'd been sent on since becoming a Lord. I'd been forced to send agents on missions with less information while Minister of Sith Intelligence.

Additionally, I'd be quite interested in procuring some of the animals that Bear had mentioned. The possibilities in regards to Sith Alchemy were… fascinating. The dementors sounded like a fascinating creature to study, emotivores were extremely rare, I'd only heard of two or three singular examples. Taylor as well seemed especially interested by these acromantulas that he'd mentioned being in the forest by the boarding school.

"Entering the upper atmosphere," Nikhol called out, pulling me from my thoughts and making me double check my seat restraints.

"This is it," I heard Bear mutter nervously.

I gave him a curious glance, before remembering that Nikhol and I were the only ones who had ever gone through atmospheric entry. I kept Bear, Taylor, Harley, and Lisa in my field of view, both so I could offer comfort if necessary, but also because their reactions were amusing. Fortunately, there weren't any drastic reactions as the shuttle entered the lower atmosphere. The shuttle wasn't quite as good at bleeding off the heat from entry as a Fury, but it did the job well enough.

Combined with the cloaking systems, and they should be invisible to any local tech. Nikhol kept a studious eye on the controls, but curiously, Taylor soon seemed to relax, as if a large weight had been lifted off her shoulders, or a great tension had been eased. I set it aside, figuring that if it were important, she'd say something. She had better, after all the effort Nikhol and I had done in making sure she knew that she could talk to us if there was something wrong.

"There's a park over there, it's close enough to our destination," Nikhol said, before I fellt the subtle shifts of g-forces as she brought the shuttle down to land.

"Goody! 'S been too long since solid ground!" Harley cheered, kicking out with her arms and legs.

I still suspected that she was taking some sort of energy supplement to be that hyper, but I'd yet to catch her in the act. I'd managed to secure a blood sample but we'd departed before it could finish being analyzed to figure out what she was taking.

"Amen to that," Lisa muttered as the shuttle gave a slight jolt.

We all unhooked our restraints and stood up, Taylor practically bolting for the exit ramp and all but leaping out into a swarm of flying insects. I'm unsure as to the limits of her power, but from how the cloud moved over her like a liquid wave it seems that her control is far greater than I'd anticipated.

"Lana, Nikhol," Bear's voice drew my attention, "if you could please keep your Force senses peeled for any possible dementors. In one book around this time there was an assassination attempt with them."

"Of course," I agreed as Nikhol finished the shut down procedures.

"Um… Bear, what did you say Dementors look like again?" Taylor called out, confusion in her voice.

"Like a mix of Nazgul and bedsheet ghosts, do you see them?" Bear asked, his voice focused.

"Not… exactly? I'm feeling bugs getting knocked aside by something fabricky but they aren't seeing or sensing anything."

"Where?" he asked, his hand moving down to the holstered blaster pistol he'd taken from the ship's armory.

Taylor pointed over some houses, and as I focused on the area, I could make out faint figures floating in the air… but they were indistinct, and my gaze kept trying to slip from them. Reaching out with the Force, I could just barely feel the strange void that made up their forms. It wasn't like the Jedi reports of Nihlus or Surik that our spies had obtained, but, there was no other way I could describe it.

"Take us to them, now!" Bear ordered, his face going pale.

Nikhol and I, apparently the only ones able to really see them, took the lead, and as we drew closer, I started to feel the aura that Bear had warned us about. It was similar to old Sith Magics, specifically those that fell under the Spells of Madness umbrella. But… weaker. It only affected base happiness, not the emotions that properly fuel a Sith. How disappointing.

The dementors were descending into an alley just as we reached them, with a group of young men huddled at the far end against a large garbage receptacle. Ignoring the swarm sent towards the young men, Nikhol and I both unleashed a deluge of Force Lightning at the wraiths. The arcs of energy wreathed the ephemeral shrouds, the thin black cloth burning to ash as the grey, clammy skin underneath smoldered, the creatures shrieking in a mix of pain and surprise. A yellow energy beam from Bear's pistol hit one center mass, before a second hit the other moments before the two creatures crumbled to a smoldering pile of ash.

The young men were all on the ground, screaming and swatting as a small swarm of bugs covered each of them. In the middle… sympathetic rage filled my being as the black haired girl stood up and held the two halves of her shirt closed.

"Who are you?" the girl, roughly the same age as Taylor and Lisa, asked nervously, as she knelt down and grabbed a stick from a particularly obese boy.

"First let's get out of this alleyway," Bear said as he stepped back, putting his blaster back in its holster and holding his hands up. The girl glanced down at the boys before hopping over one (and stopping to give him a vicious kick) and following us into the street. "My name is Bear and…"

"Merlin's wrinkled ballsack! Were those dementors?!" an elderly woman's voice called out.

The eight of us turned to see an older woman, almost as old as Inquisitor Ragate who'd been sending acolytes to face the Rite of Blood and Bone for over seventy imperial years, hobbling over, shock and suspicion in her gaze. The girl we'd rescued seemed to recognize her, if the surprise and hint of betrayal she was all but projecting were anything to go by.

"Mrs. Figg? You're…" she started.

"A squib. Now come on, out of the street, all of you! I don't know who you lot are, but the street's no place to have that conversation."

We glanced to Bear, who gave a slight nod, so we followed the crone to a house filled with small quadrupeds, radiating a sense of superiority despite their lack of Force presence or sapience. The crone shoved a brown confection into the girl's hand before turning to us with a glare.

"You lot stay put and stay quiet. I need to get a hold of someone and I'm not so old I can't take you over my knee," she snapped before walking over to a fireplace and throwing a pinch of powder from a vase into it. The fireplace lit up with green flames, and the crone knelt down and shoved her head into it.

Turning back to Bear for an explanation, he met our gazes with amusement and said, "Floo powder, think phone or holocomms through the fireplace. Also used to travel between different locations that are part of the network."

After a few moments, the crone pulled her head out of the fireplace before an even older man stepped through. A wizened old man that had apparently never heard of beard care and with something I didn't think was possible: even worse fashion taste than the Jedi.

"Albus Dumbledore, I presume," Bear said, drawing attention to him.

"Indeed young man, and you are?" he asked.

"You know, you're actually one of the few people I've met recently that can legitimately call me 'young'. Bear Sandosen, and my companions are Lana Beniko, Nikhol Diomedes, Lisa Wilborn, Taylor Hebert, Kara Zor-El, and Dr. Harleen Quinzel. And I have quite a story to share with you."

Bear Sandosen

I woke up to a weight on my chest and a wet feeling around my groin. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I was greeted by the very arousing sight of a mostly bare pussy. I say mostly bare because what hair there was had been shaped into a capital 'B'. And given both the color of the hair and the size of the breasts pressing into my abs, it seems that Lisa was wanting to go further than the kissing and finger play we've done until this point.

It would be rude to leave Lisa wanting, so my hands came up, gripping her ass through the pleated skirt she was wearing. Pulling her down even as I was lifting my head up, I buried my face into her lovely pink slit. As I went to town on her, I felt Lisa's mouth leave my tool with a surprised gasp.

"Give a girl, ooooh, some warning, ah, would you?" Lisa teased as I happily ate her out.

Pulling my head back so I could answer, I returned, "What can you expect when I have such a wonderful view when I wake up?"

I didn't bother waiting for her to respond, instead returning where I'd left off in my efforts to turn the normally smug vixen into a limp puddle of pleasured goo. From the way she was moaning, it seems my efforts were working. Working enough that she seemed to have forgotten about my soldier standing at attention, but that was alright. Now then: one little, two little, three little clit flicks; and from the guttural moan coming from Lisa that was coming close to pushing her over the edge. Just a little bit more, and…

Lisa didn't make a lot of noise when she came, a quiet keening sound while her body locked up. She did release a lot of juices that quickly turned foamy and I happily lapped up. Her body twitched with aftershocks before she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, panting and (based on past experience) with a vacant expression while her brain rebooted. Given that her head had been above my cock, that meant that it was pressed up against her cheek, her chin against its base.

With her out of commission, I gently lifted her off my head and started to turn her around. Seeing that in addition to the skirt she had on a pair of tennis shoes and nothing else made my dick twitch, but now wasn't the time for that. If she was interested, we'd move on after she recovered. For now, I got her situated so that her head was resting on my chest and ran my fingers through her hair.

She lay there panting for another minute or two, before she started blinking and turned to look at me. Her mouth opened to say something but before she could I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. After a few seconds, she pulled back and gave me a half hearted glare.

"This was supposed to be a treat for you, not you doing all the work and not getting a reward," she said with what, realistically, could only be called a pout.

Chuckling, I tucked her hair behind her ear while saying, "Couldn't help it, but really what did you expect with that blonde B down there?"

The fact that Lisa blushed was far more satisfying than it should be. Smiling, I placed a kiss on her forehead before pulling her into a hug. Of course, it was at that moment that she asked a question that necessitated pulling back so I could properly look at her.

"Bear… do you… do you want to make love?" she asked, her voice hesitant and trying to hide her nervousness.

Looking at her, I returned her question, "Do you?"

"Y-yes?"

I kept meeting her gaze, not saying anything. Finally, she dropped her head onto my chest with a frustrated groan, "I want you to turn me into a blissed out puddle until I can't think for the rest of the day. But… I'm not ready for it yet."

"Then we'll wait. There's no rush, Lisa," I told her, kissing the top of her head and gently rubbing her back.

"But you didn't-"

"It's okay. It's not a big deal."

Before Lisa could respond, Cameron's voice came over the ship's intercom, "Breaching the dimensional barrier in t-minus ten minutes."

"Goddamn cockblock sexbot," Lisa muttered with a groan of frustration, prompting me to laugh.

"We should probably get up," I told Lisa, giving her a gentle nudge.

"Fine," she said with exaggerated reluctance, smoothing her skirt as she stood up, before a wicked gleam filled her eye and her trademark grin spread across her face. "We should probably save on water. Join me in the shower?"

"Any time you want," I told her with a smile, not bothering to hide my reaction at the sight of her, naked sans skirt and shoes, hands on her hips and chest on full display.

Lana Beniko

Cameron, as the closest thing we had to a Chief Engineer, stayed behind on the ship to harvest raw materials from the system's asteroid belt. While the rest of us took a shuttle to Earth. Nikhol was piloting, and guiding us towards the northern hemisphere. As I waited, I thought back to the quick briefing we'd had.

Bear and Lisa had shown up last, and he'd shared what he knew about the world we were heading to. From the sounds of it, our main focus would be on this world's analog to Force-users. This Dark Lord sounded a great deal like some of the more unstable Sith Lords Nikhol and I had had to deal with when serving the Empire, but in some ways worse.

These… horcruxes, were the height of foolishness. Even Vitiate hadn't been so stupid as to mutilate his own soul. It weakened one's connection to life, to the Force. While the basic principle of horcruxes as a way of avoiding permanent death was sound, the side effects and consequences would leave the idiot attempting it far weaker. That's without the thought of doing so multiple times. For Voldemort's soul having been split into eight pieces… it's a wonder he has enough of a soul to maintain conscious thought.

Cameron had stated that based on the planet's position relative to its parent star, it would be midsummer in the northern hemisphere, which led Bear to immediately stating a destination, though none of the names meant anything to me. Or anyone else it looked like. Still, he did his best to describe what we might possibly expect.

The fact that the most likely time frame we'd have arrived in included a span of seven years was annoying, but manageable. Regardless, we knew roughly what to look for, which was better than some of the missions I'd been sent on since becoming a Lord. I'd been forced to send agents on missions with less information while Minister of Sith Intelligence.

Additionally, I'd be quite interested in procuring some of the animals that Bear had mentioned. The possibilities in regards to Sith Alchemy were… fascinating. The dementors sounded like a fascinating creature to study, emotivores were extremely rare, I'd only heard of two or three singular examples. Taylor as well seemed especially interested by these acromantulas that he'd mentioned being in the forest by the boarding school.

"Entering the upper atmosphere," Nikhol called out, pulling me from my thoughts and making me double check my seat restraints.

"This is it," I heard Bear mutter nervously.

I gave him a curious glance, before remembering that Nikhol and I were the only ones who had ever gone through atmospheric entry. I kept Bear, Taylor, Harley, and Lisa in my field of view, both so I could offer comfort if necessary, but also because their reactions were amusing. Fortunately, there weren't any drastic reactions as the shuttle entered the lower atmosphere. The shuttle wasn't quite as good at bleeding off the heat from entry as a Fury, but it did the job well enough.

Combined with the cloaking systems, and they should be invisible to any local tech. Nikhol kept a studious eye on the controls, but curiously, Taylor soon seemed to relax, as if a large weight had been lifted off her shoulders, or a great tension had been eased. I set it aside, figuring that if it were important, she'd say something. She had better, after all the effort Nikhol and I had done in making sure she knew that she could talk to us if there was something wrong.

"There's a park over there, it's close enough to our destination," Nikhol said, before I fellt the subtle shifts of g-forces as she brought the shuttle down to land.

"Goody! 'S been too long since solid ground!" Harley cheered, kicking out with her arms and legs.

I still suspected that she was taking some sort of energy supplement to be that hyper, but I'd yet to catch her in the act. I'd managed to secure a blood sample but we'd departed before it could finish being analyzed to figure out what she was taking.

"Amen to that," Lisa muttered as the shuttle gave a slight jolt.

We all unhooked our restraints and stood up, Taylor practically bolting for the exit ramp and all but leaping out into a swarm of flying insects. I'm unsure as to the limits of her power, but from how the cloud moved over her like a liquid wave it seems that her control is far greater than I'd anticipated.

"Lana, Nikhol," Bear's voice drew my attention, "if you could please keep your Force senses peeled for any possible dementors. In one book around this time there was an assassination attempt with them."

"Of course," I agreed as Nikhol finished the shut down procedures.

"Um… Bear, what did you say Dementors look like again?" Taylor called out, confusion in her voice.

"Like a mix of Nazgul and bedsheet ghosts, do you see them?" Bear asked, his voice focused.

"Not… exactly? I'm feeling bugs getting knocked aside by something fabricky but they aren't seeing or sensing anything."

"Where?" he asked, his hand moving down to the holstered blaster pistol he'd taken from the ship's armory.

Taylor pointed over some houses, and as I focused on the area, I could make out faint figures floating in the air… but they were indistinct, and my gaze kept trying to slip from them. Reaching out with the Force, I could just barely feel the strange void that made up their forms. It wasn't like the Jedi reports of Nihlus or Surik that our spies had obtained, but, there was no other way I could describe it.

"Take us to them, now!" Bear ordered, his face going pale.

Nikhol and I, apparently the only ones able to really see them, took the lead, and as we drew closer, I started to feel the aura that Bear had warned us about. It was similar to old Sith Magics, specifically those that fell under the Spells of Madness umbrella. But… weaker. It only affected base happiness, not the emotions that properly fuel a Sith. How disappointing.

The dementors were descending into an alley just as we reached them, with a group of young men huddled at the far end against a large garbage receptacle. Ignoring the swarm sent towards the young men, Nikhol and I both unleashed a deluge of Force Lightning at the wraiths. The arcs of energy wreathed the ephemeral shrouds, the thin black cloth burning to ash as the grey, clammy skin underneath smoldered, the creatures shrieking in a mix of pain and surprise. A yellow energy beam from Bear's pistol hit one center mass, before a second hit the other moments before the two creatures crumbled to a smoldering pile of ash.

The young men were all on the ground, screaming and swatting as a small swarm of bugs covered each of them. In the middle… sympathetic rage filled my being as the black haired girl stood up and held the two halves of her shirt closed.

"Who are you?" the girl, roughly the same age as Taylor and Lisa, asked nervously, as she knelt down and grabbed a stick from a particularly obese boy.

"First let's get out of this alleyway," Bear said as he stepped back, putting his blaster back in its holster and holding his hands up. The girl glanced down at the boys before hopping over one (and stopping to give him a vicious kick) and following us into the street. "My name is Bear and…"

"Merlin's wrinkled ballsack! Were those dementors?!" an elderly woman's voice called out.

The eight of us turned to see an older woman, almost as old as Inquisitor Ragate who'd been sending acolytes to face the Rite of Blood and Bone for over seventy imperial years, hobbling over, shock and suspicion in her gaze. The girl we'd rescued seemed to recognize her, if the surprise and hint of betrayal she was all but projecting were anything to go by.

"Mrs. Figg? You're…" she started.

"A squib. Now come on, out of the street, all of you! I don't know who you lot are, but the street's no place to have that conversation."

We glanced to Bear, who gave a slight nod, so we followed the crone to a house filled with small quadrupeds, radiating a sense of superiority despite their lack of Force presence or sapience. The crone shoved a brown confection into the girl's hand before turning to us with a glare.

"You lot stay put and stay quiet. I need to get a hold of someone and I'm not so old I can't take you over my knee," she snapped before walking over to a fireplace and throwing a pinch of powder from a vase into it. The fireplace lit up with green flames, and the crone knelt down and shoved her head into it.

Turning back to Bear for an explanation, he met our gazes with amusement and said, "Floo powder, think phone or holocomms through the fireplace. Also used to travel between different locations that are part of the network."

After a few moments, the crone pulled her head out of the fireplace before an even older man stepped through. A wizened old man that had apparently never heard of beard care and with something I didn't think was possible: even worse fashion taste than the Jedi.

"Albus Dumbledore, I presume," Bear said, drawing attention to him.

"Indeed young man, and you are?" he asked.

"You know, you're actually one of the few people I've met recently that can legitimately call me 'young'. Bear Sandosen, and my companions are Lana Beniko, Nikhol Diomedes, Lisa Wilborn, Taylor Hebert, Kara Zor-El, and Dr. Harleen Quinzel. And I have quite a story to share with you."

Sirius Black

I didn't know who the people that were brought along with Hyacinth were, but Dumbledore had vouched for them. Even better, they'd managed to get my dear old mother to not fight closing the curtains. That last part alone made them more than worth inviting in.

"Sirius Black, I presume? Thank you for letting us in," the only man in the group said with a soft smile, hand outstretched.

I shook his offered hand and said with a grin, "Thank you for getting the old hag to shriek something other than insults."

I turned to Hyacinth, "Good to see you again, Pup."

"Woof," she said with a smile and two finger salute, but…

"What's wrong?"

She flinched, and the pigtailed blonde put a hand on her shoulder. Before Hyacinth could answer, there was the sound of feet down the stairs as the sole Weasley girl and Hermione came running in.

"Harry!" Rhonda cried out happily as the much taller red haired girl picked her up in a hug.

"Hyacinth Chrysanthemum Potter! What happened? Are you all right? Why did Dumbledore Floo over? Who are these people?" Hermione asked without taking a breath as she joined the group hug.

"Rhonda, 'Mione, air!" the bespeckled teen gasped, making her covenmates loosen their grips.

"It's been a long day, perhaps such talk should wait for the morning?" one of the women brought by the Order, the short-haired blonde, suggested. Much as I'd like to spend time with my goddaughter, it was pretty late and if she was being brought here ahead of schedule it had to have been an extremely tiring day for her.

"Yeah, probably for the best. Pup, you'll be sharing a room with Hermione and Rhonda. They can help take your stuff up and get you settled in," I said, doing my best to ignore the way she tried to hide flinches as she passed by various members of the Order.

Once the three made their way up the staircase, and the sounds of the door to their room closed, I turned to the newcomers and asked, "Care to explain what happened to my goddaughter?"

"Just over an hour ago she was nearly gangraped by her cousin and his friends before two rogue dementors showed up," the sole male of the group said, fury clear in his voice.

…

"Mooney, move," I growled as my oldest friend stepped in front of me and placed a hand on my chest.

"I'm furious too, but you going and getting yourself caught won't help Hyacinth," he said, his eyes amber despite the full moon being two weeks away.

"The dementors were dealt with by Lana and I," the tallest of the women said, gesturing to the short-haired blonde before gesturing towards the curly haired brunette, "while Miss Hebert made sure that the… thugs were suitably distracted."

I didn't know how the girl that looked like she was Hyacinth's age did that, nor did I care. Turning to face the girl in question, I said, with every ounce of seriousness and gratitude I could manage, "Thank you. If there's anything I can ever do to help you with anything, name it."

"It's alright," she started.

"I mean it. Name it, and I'll do what I can to help."

Of course, that was the moment a certain unwanted bat chose to open his mouth, "Doubtlessly it was provoked by Potter for…"

He was interrupted as one of the women, a blonde Hyacinth's age, stepped out from the group and slapped Snape across the face. Once, twice, three times. Palm-slap, backhand, palm-slap. Before the git could do more than stand there in shock, Molly grabbed him by the back of his robes and dragged him to the fireplace.

Thunderous expression on her face, Molly grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace, "HOGWARTS!" She bellowed before throwing Snape through. The flames died, and the Weasley matriarch turned around with a huff.

"Much as I enjoyed seeing that," my cousin spoke up, her hair a fiery red from her anger, "how'd you stop them without triggering the Trace?"

"The what?" Miss Hebert asked as the man walked over to the blonde who'd slapped Snivellus.

"She didn't use magic. None of us have it like you're used to," the last blonde, looking to be roughly the same age as Tonks, said moments before we realized her feet weren't touching the ground.

I don't know who would have spoken up first, but before any of us could say anything, a veritable swarm of ants, spiders, wasps, and other creepy crawlies poured down the staircase. Miss Hebert stepped past the crowd of now very nervous witches and wizards and cheerfully asked, "Does anyone want to tell me what these all are? I can tell they're not like normal bugs but I'm not sure how."

"Long story short," the man spoke up, at the same time as Moody took a longer than usual quaff from his flask, "We're not from this Earth. Nikhol and Lana are the closest to witches as you're familiar with. Kara has physical abilities far beyond even giants, and light from the star she was born under takes twenty seven years to reach Earth. Taylor and Lisa both possess powers unique to them, Taylor has complete and total control over every bug within her range while Lisa would make Sherlock Holmes hang up his hat in shame.

"Harley might not have any powers that compare, but on top of being an extremely athletic and skilled fighter she has the most important job of the group. That being making sure we're all in sound mental health."

All was quiet for a few moments, before Tonks turned to the two not-but-apparently-close-to-being witches, "So are those real lightsabers?"

"This world too?" the taller of the two grumbled, "Yes, these are lightsabers. Yes, we can use the Force. No, we are not Jedi. No, we are not like the Emperor. Those vids were a horrific misrepresentation of Sith culture, society, and philosophy."

Wait, lightsabers? Weren't those the blue and pink sword things in that Muggle portrait play that Lily dragged us to just after graduation?

The man of the group that saved Hyacinth, Bear I think his name is, bunked with me that night while the ladies with him shared Andy and Cissy's old rooms. Thankfully, my new roommate didn't snore, not like The Rat did all throughout Hogwarts.

We were almost to the dining room when the amazonian woman of their group approached the two of us, a look on her face reminiscent of Lily when she found the toy broom James and I had gotten Hyacinth for her first Christmas.

"There's one here somewhere, I felt it as I was heading to the kitchen," she said without preamble, leaving me confused.

"One what? You're going to have to be more specific than that," I said, causing her to, wow that was a terrifying glare. Mental note, find out if she's seeing anyone.

"While I was explaining our circumstances that brought us here to Dumbledore, Nikhol pulled a soul shard out of Harry's scar. You're certain it's here in the building?" Bear asked her. I meanwhile was doing my best not to fall on my ass.

"You're saying my goddaughter is a horcrux?!" I hissed in a whisper, glancing back and forth between the two of them.

"Was. Was a horcrux. Nikhol has something of a… unique experience and skill set when it comes to spirits, souls, and ghosts. So she was able to remove the fragment of Tom lodged within her. Sirius, we need to talk to Kreacher."

"What? Why? How do you even know about him?"

"Long story, if I'm right he'll know where the horcrux is and will be more than happy to see it destroyed."

I sighed, my nerves already strained from the revelation of Hyacinth's scar. "Fine, he's a pain in the ass, but if you want to talk to him so bad, KREACHER!"

There was a pop as the old, cranky elf appeared, "Bad Master calls poor Kreacher?"

I point to Bear, "He wants to talk to you about something. I need to find a bottle of Dad's stash and forget what I just learned."

"Bad Master shouldn't be getting drunk before even eating breakfast. Oh how poor Mistress would be ashamed to see how far the House has fallen."

I waved the crazy elf off, leaving him for Bear to deal with.

Bear Sandosen

As Sirius left, I knelt down on one knee so Kreacher wouldn't have to crane his neck so far. The old elf really was as hideous as the books had described, and from the smell coming from him I didn't want to try to guess the last time he bathed, but he was the only one who knew where the locket was.

"Filthy, nasty Muggle, spoiling House," Kreacher snapped as he glared at me.

"Did your Master Regulus give you a final mission?" I asked, making him freeze as he stared at me, wide eyed with shock. "One that you tried your best to complete, but despite everything you tried you couldn't?"

"How does Nasty Muggle know that?"

"Does it matter?" I asked with a reassuring smile. "Your Master didn't die in vain, bring it here, and we can finish his last request."

"How? How can Muggle do what Kreacher couldn't?"

"I can't. She can," I answer, pointing to Nikhol. Holding a hand out, she let arcs of lightning dance between her fingers, making Kreacher's eyes widen before he snapped his fingers and vanished.

"Think it'll wo," Nikhol began, only for Kreacher to reappear with a gold locket that he held out for her to take. Nikhol's face twisted in distaste before she used the Force to levitate the locket and with a snarl unleashed a bolt of lighting at it.

"Hord, Ragnos, and Sadow damn you to eternal torment, you overrated, two-bit, foolish, kriffing IDIOT!" she bellowed as the locket glowed and warped under her barrage.

The crackling of lightning and Nikhol's tirade drew more than a little attention, heads poking through doorways with wide eyes at seeing her display of Force mastery. After a minute or so of concentrated Force Lightning, whatever protections were on the locket broke and with a scream, a cloud of black smoke wafted out of the now melting locket. When the last of the smoke vanished, Nikhol cut the flow of lightning. Still levitating the now molten ball of gold, she looked to the shocked Order members staring at her.

"Does someone have a place I can put this that won't risk burning the house down?" she asked with a touch of sarcasm.

"Boy Nikkie, ya sure shocked everyone," Harley said after a minute of the wizards just staring.

Good news: the pun snapped everyone out of their stunned staring. In other news, my face hurts from how hard the pun made me facepalm. But, Dumbledore had returned and made what looked like a crucible from those videos on YouTube of people taking odd bits and bobs and melting them down.

"Another of Tom's 'trinkets' I presume?" he asked as Nikhol levitated the gold into the ceramic pot.

"Yup. That's three down. The fact that this one was where I was expecting means there's a damn good chance the others are where I'm expecting," I said, keeping myself from dancing with joy.

The diary, locket, and Hyacinth were all taken care of. That left the ring, the diadem, the cup, and Nagini. The hardest one to get to would be Nagini, followed by the cup. But, depending on how the marriage between Bellatrix and whatshisname worked, we might be able to get the contents of the vault confiscated. It also depended on how the goblins were, if they were like from the myriad of fanfiction or the last book.

Regardless, we'd probably be able to deal with the easier half of the remaining horcruxes within the week. The ring was at the Gaunt shack, and the diadem was in the Room of Requirements at Hogwarts. Which reminds me…

Rhonda Weasley

Being the only daughter in a family of eight was difficult at times, but what Harry had described to 'Mione and I last night… I… couldn't understand it. I couldn't understand how anyone could do something so horrible to their family. Merlin, Harry hadn't needed that kind of comforting since the first night of third year, after the dementors on the train.

Even the shriek from downstairs (Fred and George said it sounded like a nun's first exposure to death metal, whatever that meant) could barely distract me from trying to comprehend it. In the end, it took Mione shaking me to snap me out of my thoughts. Maybe I'd never understand it. I hope not.

The three of us were nearly to the dining room for breakfast when Mum came up to us, a look on her face I'd only rarely seen. She'd gotten mad at us in the past, like the time when I set Bill's robes on fire while playing with Charlie's wand when I was ten, but it wasn't that kind of mad. The only thing that didn't make it scary was that it didn't seem to be directed at any of us.

"Hyacinth, dear," Mum began (ignoring Harry's usual 'Please call me Harry'). "Professor Dumbledore and I had a talk, and due to certain… statements made by that…" wow, I'd never seen Mum this furious. "Alleged man who claims to be a Potions Professor regarding what occurred yesterday, you will not be seeing him outside of mealtimes this upcoming school term. You will instead Floo here when you would have Potions for tutoring under me."

I can't even feel jealous that Harry no longer has to deal with the bat faced bastard, whatever he said that got Mum so furious must have been bad. And for Professor Dumbledore to agree to it? I share a glance with Mione behind Harry. She gives a slight nod and I fight the urge to grin. I'm not the most studious of students, but finding a Coven Curse to cast was going to be fun.