Beginning a New Path

by stargatesg1fan1

Massive multiverse crossover between Harry Potter/Buffy/Stargate/Star Trek Enterprise/X-Men/Fantastic Four/Iron Man/Highlander/Justice League/Underworld/Star Wars and More in that order. Harry Potter is the main character. Full summary inside. Non-Traditional-Harem, Builds up to Awesome Power Harry. 1 Million Words. 150 Smut Scenes (Very Sensual Story).

15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized characters or universes within.

Sometime in the 22nd Century, Trek Verse…

I became aware of my new surroundings instantly as I melded with my new body. As was usually procedure now I made the body my own, rewriting it with my mind and powers while "absorbing" the original's memories of his life. My new name is Charles Tucker III, or Trip as I'm better known. I'm an engineer aboard the recently launched Enterprise. Scanning more of my new memories I know I'll never be bored here.

I've of course heard of the Star Trek series in several of the universes I've travelled to but I've never watched the show. I made this reality crossing without knowing where I was going because I want some unexpected adventures. Knowing what's supposed to happen can be fun but not for every reality I'm setting up residence in.

The ship was currently on course for an old earth colony called Terra Nova. Nobody knows what happened to the colony due to its distance from earth. I have a bit of time before we reach the colony so I begin inspecting memories of the technology in this verse. There is absorbing a memory quickly to be able to use it and then there is deep analysis. It's always good to deeply analyze memories after the quick absorption so that they will stick.

The technology in this universe seems to be powered by antimatter based technology. Such technology was originally tried by the Alterans but abandoned as a means of propulsion for naquadah based technology. Antimatter power systems were much later perfected but never put into common use. The Alterans didn't have access to some of the elements common in this universe. While naquadah was common in the Stargate verse another element that makes the process of creating antimatter actually energetically feasible is common in this verse.

As far as Antimatter propulsion goes it's extremely slow in its current form in this verse, at least relative to the speeds capable in the Stargate verse. The Antimatter power is used to power a propulsion system that warps space time. It expands space time behind the ship and contracts it in front, like a push pull affect. It propels the ship through space because space is actually doing the moving. This doesn't violate the speed of light but does allow for the ship to travel faster than light, relatively speaking.

It barely skims higher dimensions in which the speed of light law is different. In Stargate verse ships the ships actually punch through to a higher dimension, allowing them to travel at much greater speeds. Of course the civilizations in this verse didn't have such advanced pieces of technology like the Stargates left behind for them to learn from. Every younger ship building race in the Stargate verse had that advantage.

I would definitely need to be making improvements to the Enterprise since it didn't actually have shields. But I was brought out of my memories as the ship came upon Terra Nova. As I stepped onto the bridge I spotted Subcommander T'Pol, the ships Vulcan science officer. My alternate has had a strong attraction to her for some time now. I can certainly see why. It appears I've found Ishta's counterpart in this reality.

I listened with half my attention as Captain Archer tried to make first contact with the Terra Nova colony. The other half of my attention was devoted to my nanite link to my cloaked Alteran battle cruiser. The ship follows me from reality to reality to meet my needs. From the readings I was getting they wouldn't be picking up anything from the colony.

"I'm detecting low levels of surface radiation," T'Pol announced.

"From what," Archer asked.

"I can't tell," answered T'pol.

"It's an asteroid," I spoke up to answer.

Everybody turned to look at me as I turned away from the console I was using to mask the readings I actually got from my cloaked ship.

"How do you know," Archer asked.

"Because it's right there," I answered as I projected the sensor readings from the Enterprise systems onto the view screen.

"He's right captain. I can confirm now that Commander Tucker has found the impact crater. An asteroid did impact the planet nearby the settlement approximately 70 years ago," T'Pol confirmed.

"So Terra Nova was lost due to an asteroid," Archer asked in a small amount of shock that most people on the bridge were feeling.

"Without a Jupiter mass planet close by to fling such large objects away it was likely to occur at least every 10,000 years or so," I answered before smiling at a reading from my ship's sensors. "Maybe not lost sir," I added. "I just detected a series of caves nearby the settlement which appear to have several human sized bio signs nearby," I explained.

"The original settlers," Archer asked.

"There is no way to tell from this distance sir," T'Pol answered.

"But it's likely captain. As T'Pol said earlier we humans are resourceful. It's probable that they are the original settlers," I added referencing a conversation T'Pol, the Captain, and I had in the Captain's mess earlier that day while discussing the fate of the colony.

"Ok Trip you have the bridge. T'Pol, Travis, Malcolm you're with me," Archer ordered as he left the bridge.

I watched from the bridge as the away team made first contact with the remaining settlers. The settlers were being poisoned by the radiation in their water supply. They were a very suspicious group, thinking humans from Earth had gutted their people. Luckily Archer was able to approach the situation very delicately with the help of T'Pol. The Vulcan science officer coached the Captain on how to treat and deal with the mutated humans as a new race much like Andorians in temperament.

Dr. Phlox discovered the effects of the ground water contamination while treating one of the survivors of the original asteroid hit for lung cancer. It was I that suggested moving the settlers to a nearby unaffected continent. I sent several cloaked Alteran design probes down to the planet to begin cleaning up the radiation before we left to continue our mission.

I ran into T'Pol as she was coming back from the away mission and recall our conversation well because it wasn't one that would have usually taken place between most members of Starfleet and a Vulcan. We tend to resent T'Pol's people for holding humans back from space exploration as we see it.

"I want to thank you for pointing out those sensor readings Trip," T'Pol stated.

"Oh you're welcome but it was nothing," I replied.

"On the contrary…I believe the speed with which you performed that task kept us from making many mistakes with the survivors that we would have otherwise," she replied while she emphasized speed.

Uh oh I thought. It looks like T'Pol is getting suspicious of my capabilities already.

"Well I've learned a lot from watching you," I stated in an effort to derail her.

I also increased the output of my aura. It appeared to work as the Vulcan science officer became sexually aroused. Even Vulcan women are not immune to my charms.

"I was not aware that you were paying attention," the usually quite articulated female barely managed to get out without stuttering as I sent waves of pleasure through her with my orgasmic powers.

"Oh yes. I believe there is quite a lot we can learn from each other," I informed the attractive Vulcan female.

"Well..ye…yes I believe you are correct. If you'll excuse me I must go read a report," she quickly got out before rushing off.

I watched her ass sway as she rushed off before sending her over the edge into an orgasm with but a thought. It would be fun playing with the Vulcan to see if I could get her to show emotion. I could easily tell with my mental powers that it wasn't that Vulcans don't have emotions. They just didn't show them to the outside observer. While others might be frustrated by her lack of apparent emotional reaction it doesn't bother me with my ability to pick up her projected thoughts and even feelings. It was good to be me.

About a week later I was interrupted from my new routine of arousing T'Pol every time she was around me by the ship's arrival at a Vulcan sanctuary called P'Jem. I was also spending my time upgrading the ship's systems to handle greater power for when it came time to install shield generators and possibly an actual hyperdrive. T'Pol didn't appear too happy about us visiting a Vulcan sanctuary but that could have also been me picking up her discomfort about her newfound attraction towards me.

I wasn't prying into her mind to find out. I prefer to stalk my prey with more challenging means. Arriving at the sanctuary front door we found it broken.

"This is supposed to be a place to purge emotions T'Pol? This looks like the purging process can get quite violent," I stated.

"The temple is almost 3000 years old commander. You can't expect it to be in pristine condition," she replied before ringing a bell to announce our arrival.

When no one answered we let ourselves in to find a monk just standing there not saying a word. T'Pol approached him but I was getting weird instincts. I never distrust my instincts so activated my contacts to penetrate the surrounding walls. Andorians appeared hidden in crouched positions all around us with weapons ready if the Vulcan database was accurate about the appearance of the blue skinned race.

"Captain there are armed Andorians crouching behind those walls," I whispered to Archer.

"How can you tell," he asked just as quietly while making no move to give away we were aware of the alien hostiles.

"I've got good eyes," I answered with a small smirk.

Just then T'Pol returned to us from her conversation with the monk.

"He says we have arrived at the time of Colinar. The monks must remain in meditation throughout the lunar cycle. They are not to be disturbed," she informed us.

"That's too bad. At least we got to see the place," Archer played along with what was obviously an attempt to get us to leave.

"Your service honors us. Before we leave may I request the offering of the Jaka stone for my distinguished guests," T'Pol turned and addressed the monk.

"Please wait," the stoic monk replied before leaving the room.

While waiting T'Pol finally noticed how out of place things were.

"Something wrong," Archer asked.

I could tell the captain was hoping she didn't notice anything even though it was a futile hope with the observant science officer. A fight in closed quarters with hostage monks was not a good idea.

T'Pol did indeed notice something was up when she started pointing out discrepancies in Vulcan procedure to us. The captain apparently decided a fight was inevitable because he began talking while looking around for the Andorians I had told him about.

He spotted one hiding behind a wooden divider. Archer tackled the Andorian and managed to wrestle the Andorian's energy weapon away. I stayed back and hid just inside the door as three more Andorians rushed in from where they were hiding outside. They didn't know what hit them.

I flipped through the air in a move that would have been extremely difficult without my ability to fly. I brought my right foot down and it connected with the head of the center Andorian, knocking him out cold. When I landed I stood up quickly and grabbed the two remaining very surprised Andorians by the side of their heads and brought them together hard. They both crumpled to the ground unconscious as well.

As I turned around T'Pol, the monk, Archer, and the Andorian were all staring at me in surprise even as Archer held the Andorian at weapon point with his own energy rifle.

"Nice move," Archer praised.

"Thanks. Did I forget to mention that before we left Earth I was secretly taking advanced combat training for the last couple of years," I decided to say.

"Yeah it must have slipped your mind," the captain answered before turning back to the single still conscious Andorian.

T'Pol and I covered the unconscious ones with their own weapons just in case any were faking or woke up.

"Now why are you here," Archer asked the blue skinned alien.

"This is a Vulcan spy outpost. They are spying on the Andorian people," the alien responded.

"Is that true," I asked the monk.

"No," the monk replied.

"He's lying captain," I announced when I picked up the surface thoughts that there was a long range sensor array hidden deep in the monastery.

I dug deeper and found out all the information I could about the place.

"How can you tell," Archer asked.

"I've made it a habit of learning to read Vulcan body language. It's harder with Vulcans than humans but they all have their tells," I explained.

That was apparently enough for Archer as it should have been. He's been my alternate's friend for years.

"Is the sensor array this way," I asked while pointing down a tunnel that I knew was incorrect before asking at the tunnel I knew was correct.

I couldn't appear too knowledgeable after all.

"Our very own Vulcan compass," Archer quipped as we followed the correct tunnel deep into the monastery catacombs.

Eventually after questioning the monk several more times we found the sensor array. T'Pol was horrified inside that the Andorians were correct. When the Andorians woke we showed them the listening outpost and gave them a copy of the scans we took of the sensor array. Their commander, Shran, was very weary of me.

His last words to Archer before he left were, "We're in your debt."

"Well that was exciting wasn't it," I said as we entered the shuttle to return to Enterprise.

"Yes it was," Archer answered.

T'Pol was very quiet ever since her people's duplicity was revealed.

"You'll have to show me how to do some of those moves," Archer told me.

"Sure captain. But it will probably take you a while," I responded while thinking he'd definitely find it much harder.

This was definitely one of the situations where it was beneficial to have the powers of a god.

It wasn't a week later when T'Pol and I were called to the bridge to view a comet the Enterprise came across. All of the senior staff of the Enterprise had a magnificent view from the bridge. It wasn't by far the most beautiful natural wonder I've ever seen but it's hard to top seeing things in space without a suit or my wives. None the less it was still a beautiful sight.

The captain decided to follow it for a while because as he put it, "this one's bigger than any comet humans have ever seen."

I ran into T'Pol while grabbing a late night snack in the mess.

"Catching up on your reading," I asked.

"I came for tea," she answered.

"Stay away from the Zaraphian blend unless you want to stay up for the next three days," I joked while knowing from the database that caffeine doesn't affect Vulcan physiology as much as humans.

"Caffeine has little effect on Vulcan physiology," she answered, not apparently picking up on my joking tone.

"You want to join me? I could use the company," I invited.

I laced a bit of my charm into my voice.

"I'm very tired," she weakly answered.

"Tell me about it," I told her as I sat down knowing she would soon follow. "I put out about a hundred fires in engineering and missed dinner. Then somebody told me chef made a lemon meringue pie and suddenly my day brightened," I told her as I began to eat.

It was true that I had put out quite a few fires but it was before they would have actually occurred. The ship was proving tricky to upgrade without making it obvious to the other engineers. Luckily my Alteran cruiser was keeping an eye on things and telling me when problems would occur before they do.

"Care for a bite I offered," while again putting more charm into my voice and increasing her attraction to me.

T'Pol tried to resist the urge but she couldn't control it. She leaned forward and pulled the bite of sweet pie off my fork while sexily dragging her pouty lips off. As she closed her eyes to savor the taste she was struck by a hard orgasm with my image in her mind's eye. I love playing with her like this.

"I ne..need to get to sleep. Good night," she stuttered before rushing off flustered as much as any Vulcan can be.

I smiled to myself after she left, my eyes following her through the wall. I watched her sexy Vulcan ass sway without the skintight body suit she wore blocking my view.

During our meeting the next morning to discuss the comet T'Pol revealed that the comet contained a rare compound called Iselium. Apparently even Vulcan chemists don't have much of it. I suppressed a laugh when my nanite link with my ship informed me that Iselium is actually naquadah.

"Can we get a lock on it with the transporter," Archer asked me.

"Most of the deposits are over twenty meters deep," T'Pol answered before I could.

I looked like I was thinking.

"Well since we're not trying to bring out a human or anything as complex as a live organism I should be able to get some," I answered him.

"Do so," he ordered.

"Yes sir," I told him before leaving the planning room.

I was quickly followed by T'Pol who I could tell was agitated.

"You know as well as I do that our transporter can't penetrate that deep," she confronted me.

"It can now," I replied.

"How," she asked.

"Hmmm….that's a serious question. You would have to do more than you're willing to do Sub Commander to get an answer," I replied.

"What do you mean," she asked with obvious confusion.

I stepped up close to her, causing her to shiver at the sudden realization that the object of her many sexual urges lately was very close to her. I leaned in towards her ear and blew my hot breath along her sensitive Vulcan ears.

"I don't think you're ready for an answer to even that question. But soon my dear T'Pol you will be," I whispered into her ear before hitting her with a wave of pleasure so intense her knees were shaking as she climaxed.

I pulled back as our communicators chirped to call us back to the bridge. We arrived to find that a Vulcan ship called the Temir had just shown up. The ship's captain Vanick wanted to play peeping Tom on us and our interest in the comet. That was fine because he didn't detect a thing as I transported several previously empty cargo bays full of Iselium/naquadah. I had masked the transporter signature along with the other upgrades. It could now do site to site transports instead of just to the platform that was designed for such things.

Archer was quite pleased with my upgrades. When asked how I did it I just told him I've been getting glances at advanced Alien technology for the last several months. It was no mystery to him then that I was able to do these upgrades. T'Pol I could tell was still suspicious but my little Vulcan minx wasn't talking.

As it turns out my little Vulcan minx was being dodgy by receiving encrypted messages from the Vulcan ship. I took the communiqué to Archer who ordered me to have Hoshi decrypt it. I could have just as easily of had the AI on my cruiser do it but it was best to do it officially. As it turned out it was a personal letter.

I decided to tell her because I could tell the contents of the letter had her in turmoil. Just knowing that another person on the ship knew what was going on could help her. She didn't take the news too well but calmed down after I assured her that I wouldn't mention it and that nobody else would read it. I made sure of that by putting an Alteran encryption routine on her message archives. Not even Hoshi's skills could crack a fifty million year old civilization's encryptions.

Captain Archer decided to host a dinner for Vanick in an attempt to get him to leave. It was a disaster. I could easily tell that the captain was being confrontational in the usual Vulcan way to see how we display our emotions so outwardly. If I didn't know that I might have been tempted to blast him from existence or hurl him into the nearest black hole. As it was Archer had difficulty not launching himself at Vanick over the dinner table and strangling him.

It ended badly when Archer left after one too many insults.

Vanick said to T'Pol in Vulcan, "The Humans are intolerable, return to your people," just before he left.

My words followed him into the hall.

"You're not acting much better captain," I replied in Vulcan much too T'Pol's surprise.

"What…you don't think someone as interesting as you wouldn't cause me to learn more about your species," I said to T'Pol.

"You are full of many surprises lately Commander Tucker," she replied before getting up and leaving.

"Hmmm…this living in anonymity thing isn't all it's cracked up to be. The Olympians would never have a mortal walk out on them. I just had three do it," I mused aloud before leaving the captain's mess.

Later I got a summons to T'Pol's quarters.

She explained that she wanted to talk about the contents of the letter. Her future in laws had given her the ultimatum of leaving Enterprise immediately or her engagement would be ended.

"Why the ultimatum," I asked.

"The ceremony was supposed to take place next week. When I remained on Enterprise I requested a postponement. Kases' parents were insulted that I put off the ceremony to serve on a human vessel," T'Pol answered.

It looks like the Alterans and Tollans weren't the only ones who looked down upon less advanced races. For all their mighty more advanced technology their culture and ideals still were found lacking.

I next started listing ways for the ceremony to be achieved but T'Pol just kept bringing up reasons why it wouldn't work. I knew she didn't really want to go through with the arranged marriage. She made it a choice of Enterprise or Kase.

"What do you want to do," I finally asked her.

"That is irrelevant," she replied.

"No it isn't. You have an obligation to yourself to make the decision that best suits what you want," I told her.

"My obligation is to my culture," she replied getting defensive.

"Cultures that don't advance and grow die out. I'll tell you what T'Pol. I know exactly why you asked me here. It wasn't for advice. You asked me here because you knew I would be able to dissuade you from this marriage," I told her as I stepped forward.

She backed up a step as I entered her personal space.

Insert smut scene here

After that first time T'Pol was mine. My seed has an addictive affect to mortals. She would constantly want more of it in her. It didn't matter where, as long as it made contact with her skin. She actually thought the reason she didn't get pregnant was because Vulcan and human physiologies are incompatible for reproducing. That is incorrect, not that the Vulcan high command will ever admit it.

In fact one of my powers as a sex god is that my seed will impregnate any female if I will it to, no matter the species. I simply did not allow this with T'Pol. I'm not ready for a child with her yet.

When she awoke we had sex again twice more. When I finally left her quarters she was exhausted while I felt even more recharged than before from the sexual energy released during our coupling.

A few hours later T'Pol transmitted a message to the nearby Vulcan ship so they could take it back to Vulcan. She was calling off the marriage to her former fiancé. Before they left I scanned their ship with my cruiser. Everything was pretty much not very useful due to the Alteran tech I have but I did get the designs for an interesting piece of tech called a tractor beam.

It worked by emitting a field that cancelled out all gravitational fields in its path above a certain strength. Then a second field mimicked a strong gravitational field pulling the targeted object towards the ship. The Alterans had never needed anything like it because they had remote transporters capable of moving objects of nearly arbitrary size. With that technology acquired we left the comet and the Vulcan ship behind.

It wasn't a week later that we came upon a Menshara class planet with about 500 million life forms on it. In that week T'Pol and I had begun analyzing the compound extracted from the comet. I of course know more about the naquadah/Iselium than the people of earth will discover in the next one million years. T'Pol has appeared at my quarters every night this week.

First she begins to talk about various issues she has difficulty understanding about humans and then it usually turns into sex soon after. That's definitely not something I'm complaining about.

At first Ensign Hoshi Sato was going to be the only one going down to the planet with one escort but that quickly changed when we detected neutrino emissions coming from a pre industrialization culture. The new away team roster ended up including T'Pol, Archer, Hoshi, and I. We had to wear cosmetic implants that Dr. Phlox provided to blend in, but that was a minor inconvenience.

The culture on the planet was similar to that of many worlds I'd visited under Goauld control. The big difference is that the Goauld would have never allowed five hundred million humans to develop unless there were extreme circumstances. The most they would generally allow is several million tops.

We split into two teams once we reached the surface. T'Pol and Hoshi were one team while Archer and I were the other. I had the sensors on my cruiser trained on the females, a cruiser that I had yet to tell T'Pol about. There is no hurry to reveal my true nature.

Archer and I came upon a shop that our scanners told us had the antimatter reactor that was likely the source of the neutrino emissions. The shop, what appeared to be a curio shop, was locked.

"We'll have to come back in the morning," Archer stated.

"Maybe not," I told him while holding up a nano laser that could burn out the lock's tumblers.

While he kept look I actually just hit the lock with an Alohamora charm. It was less messy that way.

"Seventy-eight light years to get here and our first act is breaking and entering," Archer commented.

"I don't think this requires mentioning in your report," I replied before the door opened.

I could of course tell we were being watched by an observer hidden a few meters away but they were no real threat. We slipped inside just before somebody came around the corner. Archer contacted T'Pol to update her on the situation. She was coming to meet us at our current position.

"The neutrino emissions are off the meter. It's got to be through here," I told Archer.

I could also sense the energy running through the door frame that housed a small crude shield generator. Our observer had slipped inside and watched as Archer tried to open the door only to be stopped by the shield flaring to life. Just by the reaction of our observer I could tell she wasn't involved. She was as surprised by the shield as Archer was.

"Some type of magnetic shield," I informed the captain.

It was easiest to describe its properties as a magnetic field without heavily delving into advanced science. Water is a diamagnetic molecule. That means when it's exposed to an external magnetic field it will repel that field. Most forms of life contain water in their bodies. A strong enough magnetic field would repel them.

"Can you disable it," Archer asked.

"I'll try," I answered without actually intending to put any effort into it.

I'm trying to advance the technology the Enterprise has access to without making it seem like I have any source but those we come across on our travels. We would be leaving with this shield generator design but I didn't want to do it too fast. Luckily our watcher decided to question us at a fortuitous moment.

"Who are you," she asked as she trained a collapsible crossbow on us. "What did you do to that door," she continued.

"Nothing, honest," I replied calmly.

"I want to know what you're doing here," she asked.

"You don't need to point that weapon at us. We're collectors," Archer lied as he stepped forward and removed his hood.

"We're picking up an antique," he affirmed.

"A real collector would have waited until the shop was open," she replied obviously not buying our story.

"I've been watching the shop for weeks. I know all about your evening deliveries. People are getting sick. Some are even dying because of what's going on in here. Did you know that," she asked with obvious concern for those people.

She ordered us away from the door but before we could take a step she was downed by a phaser beam set on stun. T'Pol was revealed standing behind her. Archer was not happy with her. We decided to leave since dawn was fast approaching. Archer decided to take the woman, Riann, back to her place while we headed for the shuttle.

Archer met us back at the shuttle. He told us what he had discussed with Riann. He was going back again the next day to talk to her more about what was going on under the guise of an investigator from another city named Jon. Archer had Lt. Malcolm Reed (the Chief Security Officer) scan the shop. It wasn't looking good for a way in when Malcolm couldn't even detect anything under the shop.

"Dampening field," was my answer for that.

My cruiser had no trouble scanning through the field with its more powerful subspace based sensors. So it wouldn't be a problem getting in if or when the time was right. Archer decided it would be a good idea to go talk to the shop keeper in daylight. I was of course the distraction while he made discrete scans. I pretended to be an amateur collector. Luckily by taking the information directly from the shop keepers mind I was able to pass as at least an amateur collector.

Archer confronted the shop keeper when the Captain's scans revealed the supposed businessman was alien to that planet. The shop keeper pulled out his own scanner to confirm the same about us. I easily blocked his scans of me with my nanites and hijacked his signal to tell him I was as human as Archer.

He fed us a cock and bull story about his reactor powering a fabrication device. I learned all I needed to know from his mind.

As Archer put it, "His reactor has a lot of power for a fabrication device."

That pretty much summed it up. The captain and T'Pol went back to talk to Riann. T'Pol took some samples of the woman's work before leaving. We all went back to the ship while Archer stayed behind with Riann. When Phlox analyzed what my new lover collected he found traces of an industrial lubricant that is quite toxic in the water supply.

During the course of their observations of the other aliens to the planet Riann discovered Archer's true origins. He disabled one of the aliens at a drop point for what they were manufacturing. He acquired a "key" to the force field blocking the door and unwisely decided to go in with only Riann. They discovered explosives being mined.

Archer wanted to use the transporter to teleport the reactor out of the facility. Whatever he was doing down there set off some type of alarm. A ship appeared from the other side of the planet, armed to the teeth. I had already upgraded all the energy conduits on the ship that were meant for critical systems. I made a split second decision and ordered my cruiser to beam over one of the spare ion neutrino generators I had in storage.

It only took about thirty seconds for a constructor bot that was beamed over to hook the generator into the main power hookup I had prepared in the storage room the generator was beamed into.

"We're getting a massive boost in weapons power," Malcolm cried out in surprise just after the first shot from the enemy hit us.

"The ship should not be able to handle those power levels," T'Pol answered in a confused voice as she checked a nearby console.

"They will now. Malcolm, bring up your new phase cannon," I ordered as everyone turned to look at me in surprise.

Even T'Pol showed shock as Malcolm asked, "Phase cannon?"

"I've been busy," I replied.

The phase cannon had been assembled onboard my cruiser by constructors from the parts we already had onboard Enterprise and just beamed over. A team of constructor bots installed it. Malcolm did as instructed and opened fire on the ship. They had an energy shield protecting the ship but it only took three shots with the cannon before it broke through.

With the new power I just hooked up our sensors now penetrated the energy field protecting the facility on the planet below enough to lock onto the reactor. We transported the generator right in front of the now unshielded ship before firing on it with the phase cannon. There was nothing left of the ship but small pieces after the reactor went critical.

I just happened to be manning the transporter controls now accessible from the bridge. An energy weapon fight had broken out in city below in broad daylight. The captain and Riann were under fire. I targeted all of the hostiles and beamed them into space so that they wouldn't just return after we left. We spent the next few days cleaning out the mining equipment under the shop.

Archer and Riann got pretty friendly in that time. After we had gotten under way I decided that the Ecoly (the people from the planet we just left) needed a little help. I ordered my cruiser to jump back to the planet before teleporting myself through the Between back into this universe on the surface of the Ecoly planet. I appeared in the shop of Riann.

"Oh Commander Tucker you startled me. I thought your ship left," Riann said in surprise.

"They have but I decided your people need a guiding light to show them the way. Are you willing to be that light," I asked as I took a seat across from the beautiful woman.

"What would I have to do," she asked.

"Learn and heal. I would provide you with the means to learn advanced medical science and the technology to use it. There are countless ailments that afflict your people that are easily within my means to cure."

She thought it over quickly before nodding her agreement.

"This will provide you with instruction and any help you should desire," I told her as an exact copy in appearance of myself materialized in a flash of white light.

"How? I don't understand," Riann asked in amazement.

"This is a very complex machine. He is an exact duplicate of me. He is what we would call an artificial intelligence. Basically he has my memories and knowledge but not necessarily my human needs or desires. He will assist you in any way he can and also he can contact me anytime should you need it."

"Thank you," she replied.

"Oh and one more thing before I go…You will no longer get sick or age. My friend here will provide you with ways to mask that fact should you choose," I told her.

"You have given me a lot to think about. I do hope we meet again someday soon," she said with a somewhat dazed smile.

"You can count on it Riann. And make sure you call me Trip," I told her.

As I teleported back to my ship I heard her whisper, "I don't think he's from the same species as Jon."

She was definitely a smart one. The human form replicator I just left her with was special in that it would mimic my consciousness but I can take it over at will from any distance in any reality and experience whatever it feels. It used many Alteran communications technologies. I imagine she would soon discover the sexual features of my duplicate. Being immortal can get lonely if there are no others. I imagine I'll add her to my harem in a few years.

A few hundred feet beneath her home my ship had replaced the earth there with an Alteran level lab equipped with a Stargate. My duplicate would be able to access it via the Asgard transporter I left behind for him. I felt the Ecoly were in good hands as I returned to Enterprise.

When Archer asked about the upgrades to the ship I told him I wanted it to be a surprise. I informed him that I picked the idea up for the ion neutrino reactor from several technologies we have come across so far, including technology we had run across while fighting the Suliban. He accepted that. The design for the reactor I submitted was an earlier version of an Asgard reactor, not the newest and latest. A nanite based cloak the reactor held kept scans from revealing how much more advanced the reactor was than the design I submitted.

A few days later we got a call from Admiral Forest requesting us to head back along our path to check out a distress signal from a J class cargo freighter, the Fortunate. The only other nearest Starfleet ship was over three weeks away at their top speed. With my new power generator to stabilize the warp engine we made it there in six hours. We were now traveling at warp 6.5 by this realities measurement scale. To get anymore speed I would need to seriously upgrade the hyperspace propulsion systems. As it stands I'm a little more concerned with shields than speed.

The Fortunate didn't answer our hails when we arrived. There was plenty of debris floating around from the obvious fire fight. I wasn't going over on the away team but was keeping a constant eye on everything through my cruisers sensors and the nanites that I spread to every Enterprise crew member. The acting captain of the Fortunate was very obviously reluctant to let anybody from Enterprise onboard.

It probably had something to do with the Naussican (a member of the pirates that attacked them) pirate they were torturing in their cargo hold. While I'm generally not that much into torture (even though I've done it before in past realities) I'm not going to judge the young freighter hauler. These pirates have been stealing their livelihood for years. While I can understand that stealing may sometimes be necessary for survival that wasn't what the Naussican pirates were doing. They were stealing to get rich quick and were stupid enough to get caught.

The young acting captain accepted the help of Dr. Phlox to look over his captain, injured in the raid. The captain would recover and the acting one accepted our help to repair his ship after much prompting by Archer. They came to me to get some parts fixed. It wouldn't be a problem. I might have upgraded the materials used in the process using Alteran polymers synthesized by my cruisers energy to matter converters. I don't think that part will wear out or be damaged any time in the near future.

Of course during the course of her repairs T'Pol discovered the Naussican captive with her scanner. After she reported it to Archer he used the threat of having me remove all the replacement parts and any repairs we made to get access to the captive. It turned out to be an ambush by the freight runners.

Now I may not care what the hell he did to the pirate but anybody who shoots at one of my girls is mine. I was monitoring the entire exchange again and when the shooting started I transported over behind a stack of crates. I climbed up on top of one of the crates and had a bird's eye view on every freight hauler. With nanite enhanced senses and guidance I didn't miss once as I drilled each attacker with a stun phaser beam.

"Nice shooting Trip," Archer called as he stood up from where he was crouched.

"No problem captain," I replied with a grin.

"What's going to happen to these men," Phlox asked.

"Ryan and this crew member will face attempted murder charges back on earth," Reed answered.

"There is no stun setting on their weapons," Archer added.

"What about the Naussican pirate captain," T'Pol asked.

"We'll see about getting the location of his comrades out of him so we can deal with their threat to our freight haulers once and for all," Archer replied with grim determination.

"Give Malcolm and I a few minutes alone with him captain and he'll talk," I told him.

"Do it," he ordered in answer.

Cargo hold, onboard Enterprise…

I watched as Malcolm tried to get information from the pirate for a few minutes before I decided to do it the quick and easy way. The most efficient way would be to take the answers from his mind but that wouldn't explain to the others how I got the info.

"Malcolm, give me a few minutes alone with our friend here," I asked.

"Sure Trip. I'll be waiting outside," he answered before leaving the room.

I ripped into the pirate's mind and took the info before implanting the memory of him talking.

"Hmmm….gotta make this look good," I told the dazed Naussican before pointing my finger at him.

"Crucio," I whispered as a beam of red energy lanced into his body.

He let loose an unholy scream as his every nerve ending flared with unimaginable pain. The whole ship had to have heard that. I only held him under for ten seconds before releasing him.

"That should do nicely," I stated as I walked away from the still twitching pirate.

As I walked outside the room I met a pale faced Malcolm Reed.

"Got it," I told him.

"What happened," he asked.

"He tried to escape Malcolm," I answered.

"Right," Malcolm nodded his agreement before walking into the room with his phaser drawn.

I reported the coordinates to the captain on the bridge where Malcolm soon joined us.

"Malcolm when the time comes push the green button," I whispered to him as we set off for the pirate hideout.

He didn't ask what I meant; only nodding in response.

When we came upon the site taken from the pirate's mind we found an asteroid with a hollow center along with three Naussican ships.

"Captain we will be hard pressed to survive this," Malcolm warned as the three ships began firing on us.

Without the shields installed I had to agree. We didn't stand a very good chance without my intervention. Luckily I had already intervened.

"Give it everything we have Malcolm," Archer ordered.

Malcolm glanced at me before pressing the green button I had recently had installed on his weapons console. Instantly the targeting computers activated the new weapon my nanites recently installed, a cascading biogenic pulse generator. Three balls of green light shot out from our hull and one connected with each ship. Immediately all three ships stopped attacking or moving.

T'Pol's face paled before she whirled on me.

"What the hell was that," Archer asked.

"Thalaron radiation," T'Pol answered while staring intently at me.

"What is that," Archer asked again.

"It's a theoretical energy that my people have only been able to generate in small amounts. It was a closely kept secret due to the nature of the energy. It will kill any life it comes into contact with. It takes quite a bit of energy to generate in even small quantities," T'Pol finished.

"Energy that Trip's new power generator just so happens to be capable of supplying," Archer said as he looked at me in understanding.

"Yes captain. Vulcan computer systems aren't as secure as they like to think," I told him.

"The existence of that weapon doesn't leave this bridge. Right let's only use that weapon under dire circumstances," he ordered before starting to assign everyone tasks.

We had ourselves a new asteroid base, lots of stolen supplies, and three new ships. We decided to bring two of the ships along with us while sending the third back to earth on autopilot. It just so happened that we sent the two freighter haulers with it, sedated of course.

Crew members were assigned to monitor the two new ships autopilot systems in shifts. They were flown side by side out of sensor range of Enterprise (as a hidden weapon in case of attack), but not out of quick communication range. When it was time for a shift change the ships would fly within transporter range where the shift change would take place. I would periodically go over to upgrade the ships with faster warp, better weapons, and better defenses.

The asteroid would serve as a deep space resupply station it was decided by Archer and Admiral Forrest. It wasn't exactly a bad day when we stopped the raids on our freighters, acquired a new station for earth, and several new ships for our fleet.

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Later that day we arrived at a stellar nursery that was due to erupt in a periodic light show that was supposed to be quite spectacular. It was so spectacular that there was a group of spiritualists that worshipped it. The captain invited them aboard the ship to witness the event with us. We were given a few gifts before a party of sorts took place in the mess.

"How long have you been traveling," one of the holy men asked.

Archer, T'Pol, and I were talking with him as we walked towards the window.

"Four months three weeks and six days," Archer answered.

"You've traveled a long way in such a short time," the holy man replied.

"Warp six will get you where you want to go pretty fast," I stated while internally laughing at the snail's pace every ship traveled at in this universe.

As our discussion continued we learned about their religion. I didn't scoff at their beliefs like I might have once done before I ascended. Belief is a powerful thing. The Ori from the Stargate verse can draw power from the "lower planes." I myself can draw power from any humans in the act of sex or anybody who worships me and willingly gives up energy in the form of emotions. I reached out with my senses and detected an emerging form of consciousness building up in the stellar matter of the nursery. It may not be the creator but there were certainly hints of him in there just as there were throughout all of creation, be it in this universe or another.

While giving the group a tour of the engine room I discovered my watered down explanation of this universes warp systems was unnecessary because one among their group was actually a warp field theorist. When a member of the group asked about regulating positron flow I walked over to show them the schematic.

I got an alert from my cruiser telling me of one of the group on the other side of the reactor was breaking one of the conduits that was largely redundant and outdated. When I did the upgrade to the ships systems they could handle much more power. My cruiser is constantly monitoring the enterprise to make sure it's running smoothly.

I walked around the engine to see our circuit cutter. A deeper scan revealed a Suliban. I had yet to personally encounter one but from my alternates memories I suspect this one is Silic in disguise.

"Hey no touching," I stated before punching him in the face with enough force to knock him out cold before he could use his genetically enhanced reflexes to dodge.

A few minutes later in a holding cell after I had explained what had happened to the captain Silic was awakened. In the time he had been unconscious we had run through a plasma storm. My cruiser informed me that before the upgrades a design flaw in the ship would have resulted in the destruction of the Enterprise.

We kept the capture of Silic quiet and ushered his group back to their ship. They were quite surprised to have had a covert agent among them. A few minutes after that Archer was approached in the hallway by crewman Daniels. He and Daniels had a discussion which resulted in T'Pol and I being called to Archer's ready room where we were informed of that discussion.

It appears I'm not the only reality traveler. Daniels told the captain he was from the future and was trying to capture Silic. Silic was on the opposite front of the temporal cold war. It was a war to determine the right to alter the past. Archer didn't let on that we had already captured Silic.

"The Vulcan science directorate has studied the question of time travel in great detail. They found no evidence that it exists or can exist," T'Pol stated in response to Archers story.

I almost snorted into the drink the captain just handed me. I found it funny that T'Pol is fucking a time traveling immortal god on a daily basis yet she doesn't believe in such a being. Does that mean she is fucking an imaginary friend was my next amusing thought.

"You forget time dilation," I argued.

"Does the Vulcan science direct deny that the faster an object or traveler moves towards the speed of light that time slows down for them relative to a slower moving observer," I asked.

"They do not," she agreed.

"Well then they do not deny the possibility of traveling as far into the future as you want. You should clarify that traveling into the past is what the Vulcan science directorate has a problem with," I stated.

She only nodded her agreement to my amendment of her statement.

"You actually got her to admit she was wrong," Archer asked in awe of my logic.

"It's not that hard if you have superior logic," I replied barely suppressing a grin.

I could feel my lover bristling at having her mistake rubbed into her face. I decided it was time to get back on point.

"How do you explain the paradoxical nature of travel into the past," T'Pol asked in an attempt to prove time travel is impossible into the past.

"That's easy, divergent realities. As a change is made in the past relative to the future the time traveler came from they enter a divergent reality that experiences the ripple effect from the change. The only way they can get back to their original universe is to travel back just before the change and not alter anything. They would then end right back up in their original future."

Archer looked like he was having a hard time following my logic but he got it about five seconds after T'Pol's shoulders had slumped in resignation to my point.

"Any idea how this time travel into the past would be accomplished," the captain asked us both.

"Wormholes," I answered.

Archer looked at me questioningly while T'Pol just raised her eyebrow.

"I've been experimenting with multiple warp field theories to try to increase our speed. One such theory suggests traveling through wormholes. They travel through time as well as space depending on the kind you use," I elaborated.

"It would take an amount of negative energy with a mass the size of your planet Jupiter to widen a wormhole by one meter," T'Pol objected.

"It can be done," I told her.

"Whatever the method let's see if he is from the future," Archer stated.

"Sir," I questioned.

"Help Daniel alter our sensors and see how he does it. He'll probably give us an upgrade in the process if he is telling the truth. If he can detect Silic in the brig we'll decide what to do then," Archer ordered before leaving the room.

As we descended in the turbo lift to engineering I was amused by the thoughts I was picking up from my lover.

"No I don't think even you can suck me off before we reach engineering," I told her as I felt her eyes on my crotch.

Maybe I'll have to concentrate harder to reduce my attractive aura while in this universe. But where is the fun in that.

While helping Daniels to upgrade our sensors my nanites were copying all of his technology, including the database of history for this reality for the next several centuries. Well it was one possible history as least, the likelihood of it occurring now diminished by my knowing about it. It could be confusing to think about but that history was interference from an alternate reality, which my presence here is as well. Both sources of interference have high potential for a major impact.

While the knowledge of this reality's possible future is very altering I myself have the power to burst this reality like a bubble from the Between. I decided to hold off perusing much of that history because that would be the same as using my channel or just watching the Star Trek television show in some other reality. It would take the fun out of it. I did have my ships basic AI peruse enough of it to tell Daniels wasn't lying.

It was remarkable that humanity had advanced so much technology wise in the few decades from our current time. Although I suppose Daniels wasn't exactly completely human, being a blend of multiple species. Also it shouldn't be much of a surprise since that technology was from a federation of multiple species. Many different ways of thinking could develop some diverse technologies.

Daniels' method of travel between times and spaces was indeed a wormhole, however crude. I could easily track such incursions a few light years around my ship. To track further I would need to deploy a satellite network, something that wasn't really necessary at the moment.

Archer had decided to let Silic go because we both got the feeling he would be useful to us in the future. My feelings were generally not something to be ignored. Just when Daniels was about to power up the upgrades to the sensors I decided to implement the plan the captain and I had come up with.

"I think we can trust you now," I told Daniels.

"What do you mean? I thought you already trusted me," Daniels asked.

"Hardly. We aren't that naive," I replied.

I then explained that we had already captured Silic and would now release him to Daniels custody. I called one of my engineers over to take Daniels to retrieve Silic.

"Aren't you coming," he asked.

"I'll be along shortly," I answered.

A few minutes later, I showed up to find both the engineer and Silic unconscious just as was planned.

"What happened," I asked after I woke them.

"Silic escaped somehow," Daniels answered.

I walked over to the wall and told Engineering to activate Daniels' sensor upgrades. They reported nothing.

"He must have called a cloaked Suliban ship," Daniels concluded.

"He'll be long gone then," I announced.

"Tell the captain thank you. I must report this," he stated before disappearing through a wormhole after activating the generator located in Daniels' home time stream with a crude nanite subspace relay implant I sensed.

I managed to dose both Daniels and Silic with quite a few of my nanite spies so I'll be keeping up on the various fronts of this temporal cold war. A few minutes later I finished reporting events to the captain.

"Well it went about as well as expected," Archer replied to my report.

"Yes sir. What do you want to do about the technology in Daniels quarters," I asked.

"I'll have a security officer lock it up," he answered.

I was satisfied with his answer even though I already had copies of all the tech and data from that room and the pocket dimension housed in the locker.

A few days later we launched our subspace transceiver array satellite so we would get a clearer communications signal with earth. We also had a visit by an alien ship that just flew up to us and then flew away without saying a thing. I of course scanned them with my cruiser and deemed them as not to be a major threat. As long as they stayed only curious that was fine.

With the new array up I began answering letters from earth. One included a breakup notice from Trip's girlfriend Natalie. They weren't so much monogamous with each other (which is why I didn't feel bad about T'Pol) but it would have hurt the old Trip. Now it didn't even faze me.

I told the captain I was fine when we had a talk later on the day after the transceiver was launched.

"Do you spend much time with Malcolm," Archer asked.

"I spent a few hours in the armory today," I replied.

"If I asked your parents what your favorite food was would they be able to tell me," he asked.

"Are you kidding? My mom would give you the recipe for pan fried catfish and not let you go until she was sure you wouldn't screw it up," I answered.

"Well Malcolm's parents didn't have a clue. They didn't even know he was an armory officer," Archer informed me as we walked into the mess.

"That's strange," I responded.

Just then T'Pol's voice came over the intercom.

"Bridge to captain," her voice came through.

"Go ahead," Archer answered after he pushed the talk button.

"The alien vessel has returned," she informed.

The captain and I exchanged a worried glance before we took off for the bridge. We arrived to find the alien ship had just appeared and sat there again. The captain tried talking to them again before they unleashed a very irritating highly invasive scan. One of my new upgrades to the ship kicked in. It was an automatic defensive system. It constantly scanned the surrounding space around the ship. If it detected a threat it paid that threat more attention.

The instant it sensed the enemy charging weapons our hull plating polarized to its maximum capability. That maximum was increased by the recent upgrades in power systems the Enterprise had. The next step was responding to the attack. As the enemy ship fired green energy pulses at us our phase cannon lashed out and crashed against their energy shields. The overpowered pulse surged through the shields after a second and tipped their impulse engines.

They redirected more power to their shields and that's when the real firefight began. They couldn't get away with damaged engines. I imagined that some of the damage had extended to their warp engines. They had superior shielding but we had superior weapons.

"Captain we can't take many more hits like that," I told him from a spare console.

We exchanged a glance knowing there was only one solution to save us.

"Hit the green button Mr. Reed," Archer ordered.

"Yes captain," Reed agreed happily before doing just that.

Thalaron radiation lashed out and penetrated their shields. Instantly the attack stopped with no bio signs left on their ship.

"Well that was a close one," Archer stated as we began assessing the damage.

"I want a boarding party for that ship. It looks like we have another ship to add to our fleet," Archer announced.

When we raided their ship we found they were from a species called the Xa'Nir. Their standard operating procedure was to capture ships and use the information on board to build a threat assessment of potential enemy species. They also gained quite a bit of technology in this method. We now had a copy of their technology. The ship was added to our growing fleet of vessels that flew just out of sensor range. We forwarded one of the other ships back to Starfleet as a result.

Among their technology database was the designs for their shields. They weren't anything compared to the most advanced shields I am capable of creating but they work better than the ones Enterprise currently had. I began incorporating the designs into our ship. We also got some pretty good personal shield designs that would help away teams with energy weapons.

Later that day we celebrated Malcolm's birthday with a pineapple cake. It was apparently his favorite that Hoshi found out about through Dr. Phlox. He was very happy about the surprise. It was a good end to a trying couple of days.

Speaking of Hoshi and the good Doctor, T'Pol and I have been sharing meals with them for quite a while. I found it was easier for Phlox to adjust to being on a human ship if he had another alien to talk to. He of course doesn't realize that I'm an alien but he at least knows it with T'Pol. Apparently Phlox was experimenting with cross species dating with crewman Cutler. Or at least he thought he was. Hoshi tried to give him advice on how to find out.

Meanwhile we were heading to a planet that had sent out several ships seeking help for a plague that was ravishing their people. Phlox was busy trying to find a cure. About that time the nanites my Vulcan lover had in her system informed me that she had a cavity. It was further confirmed when she mentioned a tooth ache.

I kissed her and channeled healing energy until the cavity was gone. When she commented on this I told her I could take away any pain from those I care about. She was a bit suspicious of this apparent ability until I continued to kiss her. The resulting activity thoroughly distracted her. I could have just as easily had the nanites repair the damage but I wanted to slowly show her that there was more to me than met the eye.

When I finally do tell her she can't say there weren't clues.

When we arrived at the planet Velacia we found a heavily ill people. We also discovered there were two humanoid species that evolved and lived in relatively peaceful coexistence. The Mank (the less evolved) and the Velacians (the more evolved) both shared many similar characteristics but the Mank did not show any signs of the illness.

It didn't take Phlox long to discover that the illness was genetic in nature and that without intervention they would be extinct in a couple of centuries. While on the planet collecting blood samples from the Mank Phlox confronted Cutler about the signals he was getting from her. She confirmed that she was interested in him, despite him having three wives, and they decided to see where their mutual interest went.

Hoshi and Cutler, who went with Phlox to collect the samples, thought the Mank were being mistreated by the Velacians. I agree with Phlox's view that the Velacians have a different culture and could have done much worse. As long as the Mank were happy then things were fine. Humans don't really have a right to interfere in the alien culture.

On the other hand it appeared the captain and Phlox were going to go to the other extreme with this genetic disease by providing a cure. When it comes time I will cure the Asgard if they don't find one themselves. It's a fundamental question that all powerful and advanced beings experience at one time in their existence or another.

Even the elder gods and the creator experience it. Just as a "good" god can decide to help the less advanced an "evil" one could decide to hurt them. Just as help provided by a good god could be wonderful the harm from an evil god could be equally as terrible. The less advanced usually curse the gods for their lack of interaction but you don't really understand the temptation until you are on the other side of the equation.

I understand it now but I've not yet reached the point in my existence where I'm so old and have seen so much death as an immortal that I no longer care about the "lesser" beings. I hope I never reach that point. That's why after Phlox turned off his light in sick bay and left to go talk to crewman Cutler in the mess his cure for the genetic illness was scanned by my cruiser.

I of course have many more advanced cures in my database that would work but those means would probably give the cured a huge boost in technology. Just like the captain decided they aren't ready for warp technology when the Velacians asked I decided they are not ready for nanites either. My ship used its transporters to deliver doses of the cure into the blood stream of every ill Velacian at once. It would be a long time before anybody from earth realized that the Velacian species survived because as far as they knew Enterprise left without providing a cure.

A few days later Enterprise came across a class nine gas giant. We began studying it to discover to our surprise a ship in the lower atmosphere with life signs. The captain decided to send me with the away team when it was evident that the ship was most likely damaged. The other members of the away team were T'Pol, Hoshi, and Malcolm. When we got onboard one of the first things we discovered was that the ship was Klingon.

"Three bio signs, very weak," T'Pol announced as she led the way with her scanner.

"How weak," Hoshi asked as we all followed with phase pistols drawn.

She was unanswered as we made our way onto the ships bridge. We found quite a few Klingons lying around unconscious.

"They are alive," T'Pol stated. "We should leave before they regain consciousness," T'Pol quickly continued.

"We can't leave. If we do their ship will be crushed into a tin can," Malcolm argued.

"They don't want our help," T'Pol answered like that should be obvious.

"How do you know," Hoshi asked.

"They're Klingons. To die at their posts ensures them a path to the afterlife. They will be dishonored if we help," T'Pol explained.

"Well I for one don't intend to fly away and let them all be killed," Malcolm stated.

"Your compassion is honorable but misguided. If they awake and find us on their ship they'll kill us," T'Pol told Malcolm as she approached him to make her point.

In the end we called Archer for a decision. When he asked me how much longer the shuttle pod hull would hold up I had to honestly tell him for as long as we need it. As with most things on Enterprise the shuttle pod had recently gone through an upgrade. The new hull material I installed on the little craft should be able to take the pressure. I just told them the alloy was synthesized from the element mined on the asteroid, Iselium.

Our argument on ways to help the Klingons was interrupted when we heard a noise in the hall outside the bridge. My senses extended into the passageway told me of the Klingon female lying in wait. I followed Malcolm as he went to check but stayed back. As she dropped from the ceiling to attack him she fell to my phase rifle set on stun.

I walked over to Malcolm and helped him up from getting flattened by the Klingon female.

"You ok Malcolm?"

"Yeah Trip. She's just a lot heavier than she looks," he answered.

"Denser bone structure. Can you imagine one of them riding you cowgirl," I joked before T'Pol and Hoshi came up from checking the area for more awake Klingons.

Malcolm's only answer was to wince at the thought of the either very pleasurable or very painful activity.

After the Klingon woman was properly restrained we decided to first see if we could repair the damaged vessel. Between Hoshi and I we were able to find out the port fusion injector assembly is damaged. The crew has fallen victim to a neurotoxin. My nanites did a quick search of the ship until they found it in the whine the Klingons had taken as spoils from a race called the Serantines.

It was pretty foolish of them to do such a thing. While Malcolm and I were working on the repairs Malcolm became dehydrated quickly due to the cold he is suffering from. T'Pol and Hoshi went to the galley to get him water. They had a bit of a scare with some Targs (a boar like animal) before Hoshi expressed her feelings to my Vulcan lover.

"Are you alright," T'Pol asked Hoshi.

"I promised myself I wouldn't do this," Hoshi answered with obvious emotional distress in her voice that T'Pol easily picked up on.

"You're in a dangerous situation in an alien environment. Your anxiety is understandable," T'Pol tried to reassure Hoshi.

"Don't you mean for a human," Hoshi clarified.

"You can't deny your nature," T'Pol answered as she walked by to look around the galley again for water.

"This may sound strange but I envy you sometimes," Hoshi admitted as T'Pol turned around to look at her.

At T'Pol's questioning look Hoshi said, "I know another pesky human emotion. But there are times I wish I could just ignore my feelings. Bury them the way Vulcans do."

T'Pol placed the flashlight on the table and walked over to Hoshi.

"Take my hand," she instructed the Asian ensign as she held out her hand.

"Excuse me," Hoshi asked.

T'Pol kneeled down in front of Hoshi while staring her in the eyes.

"My hand," she instructed Hoshi.

Hoshi did as instructed after which T'Pol turned Hoshi's hand over and examined her palm. She then looked Hoshi in the eyes again.

"Close your eyes," T'Pol instructed which Hoshi followed.

T'Pol held a pressure point in Hoshi's palm before saying, "Think of yourself on a turbulent ocean. You have the power to control the waves."

"Whatever you're trying to do it's not working," Hoshi replied after a moment.

"Focus. The waves are subsiding. The water is growing still. You're in control," T'Pol continued undeterred.

Hoshi slowly opened her eyes to find my lover's face very close to hers.

"That was amazing," Hoshi slowly responded.

I was monitoring this entire thing through the nanites in my Vulcan lover's body and the ones in Hoshi's body. I could tell T'Pol is very aroused. We hadn't had sex yet that day and Vulcans tend to not care much about what sex they explore with. T'Pol had informed me already that she was curious to explore human sexuality with a human female as well.

T'Pol leaned in and pressed her pouty lips against Hoshi's. Her tongue slid out and across the ensign's lips begging entrance. Hoshi opened her mouth and granted it while deepening the kiss. Even she wasn't unaffected by the sexy Vulcan science officer. Humanity is naturally more open about sexuality in this day and age.

They exchanged a deep and passionate kiss while I felt it through my robotic observers.

After they pulled back with them both breathing hard T'Pol stated, "When we get back to the ship I'll teach you how to do it on your own."

"I think I like that idea," Hoshi answered with a smile.

"Maybe we can both learn something new with Trip," T'Pol further suggested.

"I think I'd like that even more," Hoshi responded with a brighter smile.

After that they both got up and found the water before making their way back to us holding hands. They didn't release their hold on each other until they were just outside the door of the room Malcolm and I were in.

It didn't take us much longer to repair the port fusion injector enough to start to move the ship into a higher orbit. It wouldn't have been enough without a little help to escape the planet's gravity. That help came in the form of Enterprise. The ship flew down into the atmosphere without too much trouble with the new shields she carried.

With the aid of her tractor beam she helped make up the difference in power to get both ships out with her impulse engines. Even with a tractor beam the old Enterprise wouldn't have made it without the ion-neutrino reactor. When we made orbit Dr. Phlox revived the female officer who attacked us.

T'Pol had transmitted her sensor readings of the neurotoxin and the Doctor had been able to find an antidote. The captain had been busy learning aggressive negotiation to deal with the Klingons. It seemed to work as he was able to convince the female that we didn't attack them. She reluctantly believed the information about the ale they had acquired in a raid containing the neurotoxin.

When we awoke and cured the rest of the crew they were not so understanding. The captain of the Klingon vessel ordered us to surrender our ship and prepared to attack. Archer didn't back down and forced them to do so because they wouldn't last against us in their damaged state. I acquire a complete copy of their database while onboard and I know they wouldn't last against us at full power with our new upgrades.

They backed down and we left with a new understanding of how to deal with Klingons.

Later, in my quarters just after returning from the Klingon vessel…

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The arrangement with Hoshi became pretty much the same as with T'Pol except that Hoshi tended to be submissive to whatever T'Pol told her to do. Hoshi liked to call T'Pol mistress and T'Pol's domineering personality didn't seem to mind. I loved having another female to meet my expansive needs, being used to a large amount of women to satisfy me in other universes. Life was definitely good as a sex god.

On our way to a planet that had a massive ship yard and an agreement with the Vulcans we got word that the Andorians had destroyed the sanctuary at P'Jem. No one had been killed but the Vulcans were looking for a scapegoat and they chose my lover.

"Over my dead body," was my first response to the news they were coming for my love.

That statement had a lot more meaning to me now that I have the power of a god. I doubt there is anything in this reality capable of killing me. If there is it would just temporarily keep me out of this reality. It's more likely anything capable of forcibly removing a god from a reality would result in the destruction of that reality. The only thing I can think of is another god or the creator himself.

"What can I do but obey," T'Pol asked with obvious distress that I can feel in her suppressed emotions.

"I will deal with this. Do not trouble yourself," I told her.

T'Pol didn't know what to make of her lover's last statement. She didn't see what he could do but she trusts him. She could have sworn she saw a quick flash of bright green in his eyes that radiated power and strength. That would be illogical so she dismissed it.

The captain decided to take T'Pol with him to visit the shipyard planet. They were flying down in the shuttle pod when we detected a ship on their tale.

We alerted them to the problem and they were soon contacted by the ship to reduce speed. Archer opened fire but the other ship was more maneuverable in atmosphere. They got a shot off at the shuttle that would have disabled it but the small shield intercepted it. Still the craft evaded return fire.

"Charge phase canons Malcolm. Target that ship at full power with a narrow beam," I ordered as the acting captain.

"Yes sir," he replied before doing just as I instructed.

A beam of red energy blasted through the upper atmosphere and impacted the ship before it could evade. The craft exploded in a small ball of fire and shrapnel.

"Thanks Enterprise," Archer stated over the com.

"No problem captain. I would suggest returning to ship," I replied.

"We are heading back now," he answered.

Needless to say the captain cancelled our visit to the planet even though the official government claimed our attackers as a militant group.

When the Vulcan ship arrived to take my lover I requested to speak to its captain when he came onboard. I didn't even bother with niceties as I tore into his mind and started altering it. He would go back to the Vulcan High Command and use all of his considerable power (he is an older and distinguished captain) to make sure T'Pol stays on Enterprise. With that done he and his ship left for Vulcan.

To test some upgrades I made to shuttle pod one Malcolm and I had to take it out pretty far from the ship. When we were out there the ship became damaged from the impact of what my senses told me were micro singularities. I activated the shield on our way back to the ship even though I don't imagine the shield generator would hold out long against tiny black holes.

The shield control mechanism on the shuttle pod is much less sophisticated than the one on Enterprise. It doesn't react as fast to threats. Besides that our scanners aren't sensitive enough to detect the micro singularities. Enterprise's sensors could pick them up even though only my limited AI programs would know what they are.

T'Pol will probably recognize them for what they are because Vulcans believed in the tiny black holes while most humans did not. When we got back to the asteroid where Enterprise was supposed to be doing a survey we found a large section of the ship's hull smashed against the asteroid.

"Enterprise," Malcolm whispered in shock obviously thinking Enterprise was destroyed.

"It looks like they had a nasty run in with something but they weren't destroyed," I told him.

"How can you tell," Malcolm asked.

"The power generator I built. If the ship had been destroyed it would most likely have detonated. Let's just say there wouldn't be an asteroid field right now and we wouldn't be here as well if that was the case."

"Oh. I wonder where they went," Malcolm responded as he tried to calculate the blast required to accomplish what I just described.

"I'm not sure. I think the shield took enough of the damage that I can repair the communication equipment," I answered.

It wasn't true actually but he didn't need to know that. The equipment was fried but my nanites repaired it while I conjured them the material necessary from vacuum energy. We found out that Enterprise was taking some aliens back to their planet after their ship had been destroyed while trying to dock with Enterprise. We were to go to new coordinates to avoid micro singularities.

On the way there we ran into another one. Or in this case it tried to run through us. I could sense it as it shot through one wall. My hand flashed out faster than any mortal would have been able to move let alone see.

I willed the breach to close and my powers made it so, conjuring a new piece of replacement hull from the vacuum energy in place.

"What was that," Malcolm asked at the noise.

"I think it was something impacting what's left of the shield," I told him.

He went back to work and turned around. I brought my hand out from behind my back and opened my palm to reveal a tiny black hole held within my hand. It is a naturally occurring portal to another reality. What the humans of earth called an Einstein-Rosenberg bridge exists inside of the hole. This bridge is between this universe and another one.

Normally it would be too tiny to travel through without it being artificially enlarged. I squeezed it between my fingers. It wouldn't be allowed to enlarge as I snuffed it out with my power.

It was definitely an interesting trip but we were very glad to get back to Enterprise.

Our next stop was the Arachnid Nebula that Archer used to read about in his astronomy book as a kid. On our way there we met up with an old Vulcan ship crewed by a group of V'tosh ka'tur. This group's goal is to find a balance between logic and emotion. They claim to have found one.

I was busy with their engineer Kov repairing their ship. Meanwhile Archer was encouraging T'Pol to get to know the friendly Vulcans. Archer was enamored with the Vulcans because he could read their body language a lot better than your average Vulcan. T'Pol was getting to know a Vulcan named Tolaris. Even though my lovers usually never choose to take up another male lover once they are with me that doesn't mean I don't allow it.

It would be hypocritical of me to have multiple female lovers and not allow those lovers to do the same with males. For this reason I stayed out of the situation and also Tolaris' mind. When the Vulcans offered to help map the Arachnid nebula in a fraction of the time it would take one vessel T'Pol was assigned to act as liaison onboard their ship.

Tolaris was helping her to explore her emotions and bring them to the surface. She could already somewhat do that after her time with me and through the soul bond we share. She decided to try his approach to see if it was more suited to Vulcan's than my method.

The captain asked me to convince Kov to contact his dying father to make amends for their last fight. My initial try didn't go so well but eventually I got my point across by telling him of the feeling of regret. Meanwhile Tolaris had apparently convinced my Vulcan lover to try a mind meld. He apparently hadn't learned the meaning of the word no well enough because when she tried to disengage from the telepathic contact he forced himself on her.

T'Pol ended up in sick bay. The damage would have been a lot worse if not for two things. My lover is immortal thanks to the nanites in her and she is soul bonded to me. His mind meld couldn't completely take hold to meld them into one being because she is already part of my being as I am hers. Unfortunately the damage is foreign to my medical repository so the nanites didn't repair it quickly enough before Phlox found it with his scans.

He can't detect the nanites because of the nanites I put into his medical scanner not allowing him to but they didn't shield the damage from him. So if T'Pol miraculously heals it would look awfully suspicious. That's the problem with dealing with multiple alien species. Each of them has a unique physiology so I don't always know how to cure everything. She isn't in any threat of dying but she isn't out of the woods yet.

The only thing that kept me from tearing Tolaris to pieces and holding his soul in a torture dimension (a hell dimension) of my own design for eternity was Archer. Archer, like most of the crew, knows about my open relationship with T'Pol and Hoshi. It's kind of hard to keep something like that a secret onboard a starship. He convinced me to let him talk to Tolaris first.

The talk didn't go so well when Tolaris threw Archer across the room in his rage. I was standing right outside the door monitoring the situation and entered the room at that point. As Tolaris tried to punch me I grabbed his arm by the wrist and pushed hard on his elbow. His arm bent the wrong way as it snapped. He screamed in rage and pain as I put him down with a haymaker that knocked him senseless.

"Thanks," Archer said as he groaned in pain.

"No problem," I answered as I helped him to sick bay.

The Vulcans were soon sent on their way but not before Kov told me he contacted his father. His father would live a few more years as his condition had improved. When the ship departed I reached out with my senses and power. Even at a distance of a few light years I easily found my target. Bending the universe to my will I cast several torture curses on Tolaris that I learned from the Black family library during my time as a young mortal.

These weren't curses that would be immediately noticeable when he is conscious. One curse made him impotent while increasing his urge to mate at the same time. Another would give him horrendous nightmares every night no matter what. Another would cause his muscles to almost constantly ache. The last and most powerful one was one I tapped heavily into my god powers to cast. His soul is indeed destined for a hell reality not of my design when he departs this universe.

Nobody fucks with the ones I love. I may have only been with T'Pol and Hoshi for a short time but I know I love them. It's one of the benefits of being a god that you can instantly see into the very being of a person when you choose and know almost everything there is to know about them. Usually you know them better they than they do themselves. I easily acquired that knowledge when I soul bound them to me as a sex god.