Omake Interlude: someone asked how it would be different if Harry had been discovered in the jj/kelvinverse by Kirk and friends. He was discovered in the AU just eighty years later. But Kirk being the rescuer was an interesting idea. So here we are.

I've also updated my patre on dot com slash PCo to include physical items. Patronize me for some dope af hype shit! Okay, maybe not dope af but i think fairly cool and unique. My pay pal dot me slash picopeeko is also there. ANdmy book on lulu dot com is dreiblatt god's red right hand by cb pascal.

Captain James T Kirk rolled out of bed, stopping to admire the spill of platinum hair across Carol Kirk's swelling and tan stomach.

She shifted and her questing hand grasped where James had lain.

"Jim?" she murmured sleepily.

"They want me on the bridge."

That made her open her eyes and she carefully pushed their lover off her chest. "What's wrong?" She whispered.

"Distress signal. No worries, go back to bed. If we need you, i'll call you. And the ensign. And god, you are so sexy right now."

She nodded and curled up to go back to sleep holding Jaylah.

The Baifo'S woman awoke enough to realize she was being hugged and turned to face the woman, kissing her softly before falling back asleep.

James shook his head to clear the lustful thoughts and left their quarters.

Then turned back when he realized he was naked. It wouldn't be his first time naked on the bridge but he decided it wasn't enough of an emergency to warrant it like the first time. And no admiral to catch him and Carol consummating their wedding for the second time.

Dressed in the dirty uniform from the day before, he made his way to the bridge to find Spock, Chekov, and Zahra. He smiled at Zahra. "Weren't you on shift last watch?"

She nodded and took a sip of coffee. "But Ensign Travers is sick, captain, and since we're in fed space, I figured I could handle a double."

"Works for me. Spock, what's up?"

"As we passed the Gedix system, a level three negitron storm was initiated by a stellar emission striking the inversion field around the system. It caused the field to weaken and we heard a distress call. Sending in British English."

Kirk raised an eyebrow at that, unconsciously aping his first officer. "British-English? Not fed standard?"

"No, sir. The intonation and speech style appears to be late twenty-first century but the interference lends a fourteen percent margin of error in recognizing it."

"Get Uhura up he—Actually, let her work from your quarters but do it once she wakes," Kirk decided after a pause, remembering.

"She is already awake. Ahadi and Sarok are teething."

"Three babies on my ship are three too many," Kirk muttered. But he had no intention of losing the best linguist in the fleet or pissing off his wife by sending either woman back to Earth. Though getting the dispensation to have them aboard had been harder than getting acceptance to marry a crew-member.

Spock pretended not to hear the comment as he sent the file to their quarters.

Chekov leaned his chair back and put his headphones back on as he listened to the captain's latest playlist.

Kirk, hearing the tinny music, set the playlist running on the bridge, then studied the current amount of information Spock had gathered on the distress call, the inversion field, and the system.

"If it's British-English, we can take our time." Two centuries old, Kirk doubted there was anyone alive.

Spock nodded at the summation, in time with the Beastie Boys. His mother had loved the classics as well.

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The change of shift bells interrupted Kirk's studying and he turned to see Carol and Jaylah stepping to their stations on the bridge. He tapped his chair's command panel to send the files to their stations with a gesture then went back to reading the duty logs.

At the end or the morning shift, Spock, Carol, and Scotty had their briefing ready.

Instead of the small briefing room, they had adjourned to the officer's dining room since Carol was craving ice cream.

The mess attendant set a Neapolitan sundae covered with sweet pickle chips, caramel, whipped cream, and banana chips alongside a vegetable smoothie in front of the woman as McCoy walked in. "Sorry, I was—good lord, i said three hundred extra calories a day!"

Carol glared him into submission as James tried not to laugh. He failed and got a spoonful flicked all over him.

James scowled but began the briefing as Scotty smirked at his captain's befouled dignity.

"I believe that a warp into the system at an oblique angle to the inversion field coupled with a seventeen torpedo strike during another negitron strike will cause the field to nearly fail in a localized area allowing us to brute force our way," Spock suggested.

Scotty nodded along. "We'll have to seriously reinforce the structural integrity fields. Our warp bubble will be compromised on hitting that spot, reverting us to real space. It'll be like running into triple pane glass."

"What about separating the saucer section?" Carol asked.

"That is a given," James said. "You and Uhura and all non-essential personnel will be on the saucer." He made a shush motion when she started to object. Ignoring her incensed look, he turned to Scotty. "Any issues with leaving it behind?"

He shook his head.

"Logic says we should send a distress call before attempting so that a ship is already en-route in case something happens to the battle section," Spock interjected.

James nodded. "Alright, let's do it!"

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The battle section of the Enterprise entered a polar orbit of the planet with eighty percent of the crew in the middle of repairs.

"We're not going to be able to dock with the saucer section for at least a week," Scotty informed the captain.

James nodded and closed the channel. "Well, we're here. Can we beam down?"

"Negative," Spock said.

~•~All the issues from the D trying to reach harry's ship are brought up.~•~

Scotty rolled his eyes as James turned to Spock and asked, "This radiation won't affect humans?"

"No."

"And it wouldn't affect a spacesuit?"

Spock raised an eyebrow. "No."

"Excellent." He hit the comm. "Sulu, grab whichever medico is trained in HALO jumps, we're gonna insert from space."

"Yes sir!" came the excited voice of Sulu.

McCoy put his hand over his eyes. "You're mad! How're you gonna get back?"

"You said the worst of the radiation is centralized where the wreckage is and we can also drop a couple MACOs and ride on out to where we can be picked up by a shuttle."

"Children," McCoy muttered as James looked positively gleeful at doing a space jump again.

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Harry opened his eyes from where he sat, meditating. He turned to look at the skulls facing him. The ninety enemies' skulls were on a lower level than the five hundred skulls of passengers that had perished in the crash.

"Someone's here," he said.

A painting above the skulls had a person slip into the frame. "Sorry, was partying with the sirens. Did you say something Harry?"

"There's someone here."

"More of the Klendathu?" Two decades ago, some sort of insect like creature had crashed on the planet. Harry had named them after the aliens from Starship Troopers as he had been reading the book when they arrived. Every few years more arrived. Harry still didn't know where they came from. But they had pushed magical innovation. He looked over at his armour, a melding of the armour from the books and the armour from Iron Man movies he called RAID—Responsive Anti-Insect Device. It was a hulking gold and red armour with a definitively Gorillaesque stance, allowing him to safely combat the creatures without damaging his last environmental suit and allowing him do so in various ways as it was armed with tesla spikes on its knuckles, seven thousand round magazine of micro-rockets on on his back in a tube that looked like an oversized AT4, forearm mounted laser cannons, and grappling hooks in each finger of the hands.

As he stood, he looked around the cave-like location. He had turned this cave into a shrine to the dead then had had to retreat here when the ship had had one too many fissures endanger his life. Now it was part ossuary, part sanctuary.

He transfigured his shorts into a skintight plug suit then stepped into the back of the armor, anticipating the shiver caused by the sensation of his lower body going numb and his brain trying to wake his body. The armour shivered as the connection between his mind and the armour finalized and the airlocks behind him closed.

A light went purple and he exited the tube at a ground loping pace.

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Kirk, Sulu, and Lieutenant Potter, a curvaceous blonde nurse finished checking each others' suits then settled in or the jump.

The gravity shifted and they fell upwards, settling on the roof. Then they were blown outwards as the air was drawn into the vacuum when the shuttle's drop doors opened.

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"Yeee-haw!" filled the comm channel and Carol muttered "and I married him."

The bridge officers nearby all schooled their looks to not laugh at the statement or Kirk's actions.

A short video of a very drunk Kirk riding a torpedo wearing just an antique cowboy hat and making the same sound had been circulating among the crew after another captain had accidentally sent it to everyone aboard instead of just Kirk.

Carol looked to the captain's chair where a replicated copy of the hat from the video was hanging from the back of it. Kirk had, upon realizing everyone aboard had seen a drunken antic from his Academy days, decided to own it and wore the hat constantly.

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The three entered the atmosphere and Kirk immediately began to spin as the three began moving apart.

"Captain?"

"I'm fine, compensating now."

His spin began to slow then a board opened under his feet and his spin began again. "Yeah!" James yelled.

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Carol watched the feed from the shuttlecraft as her husband inverted and spun faster.

She clutched her stomach and thought, I married a genius that's a fucking idiot.

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Sulu was skydancing as well while Lieutenant Potter pulled her chute and was languidly circling towards their goal.

She was watching the ground when she thought she saw something.

"Go back ten seconds," she ordered the computer in her suit.

It failed and she scowled, remembering the issues she had been warned of in the pre-mission briefing. The suits were working via mechanical only.

"Captain, I think I saw something large and moving."

The captain slowed his spin, inverted, then pulled his chute followed a moment later by Sulu. "What?"

"I'm not sure. It was large and bright red. And moved fast."

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Harry activated the stealth mechanisms on his armour as he watched the two blue and one gold humanoid figures parachute slowly down.

He recognized the board under the gold figure's feet as a paraboard.

The armour calculated where they would set down and he activated the area's defense mechanisms.

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Kirk started to reach for his tricorder as they landed. Then he felt himself lifted into the air and everything went black.

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Harry triggered the trap and watched as a handful of spells trapped in crystals activated at the same time.

The three intruders were wrapped in ropes that turned to chains, stunned, then raised into the air, floating towards the cave.

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Kirk came awake and saw Potter and Sulu at equidistant points from himself and each other in a small room, strapped to a bed with leather restraints he recognized from an antique hospital display Bones had dragged him to. Then both morphed into giant pink gila monsters.

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Harry sighed as the charm alerted him his 'guests' were awake. During transit to the cave a crystal storm had stoked up and their suits had been compromised before he could safely get out of his armour and protect them. The hallucinogenic compound in the atmosphere would have them compromised off and on for another hour or so.

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Three hours had passed before he remembered his guests. Scowling, he went in to find them straining against the restraints. "Apologies," he said. "I was distracted by a book I was reading."

"Who are you?" Kirk asked. "I'm captain James Kirk of the Federation starship Enterprise of Starfleet."

Harry nodded as he undid the restraints on the woman first then did Sulu's and Kirk's as Kirk stated their names. "Harry," he replied. "The bathroom is that way. The compounds in the atmosphere are gonna give you an infection if you hold your piss too long.

"Sorry about it being a trench, miss," he said as the woman went in.

They returned a few minutes later to find Harry sitting on a settee.

~•~ the same event, they offer to help him~•~

"Umm, yeah," Harry said thoughtfully, figuring what needed to be packed and how to do so so muggles didn't see magic.

~•~ he stuns them then memory charms them to get the packing done and shrunk down ~•~

Aboard and done in sickbay after a lengthy list of foods to eat, Harry was being shown around the ship by a security guard. "This is the officer's mess, sir."

He preceded her in and found Kirk waiting for him. "Drink?"

The captain handed over a beer in a pint glass. "I lost my dad when I was young too."

Harry's cover for his apparent immortality had been he and two others being the last and their having been killed by the Klendathu with his parents having died when he was young. Of which three of the aliens had been dug up and were being examined. They were an undiscovered species so Harry had the honor of naming them. He was waiting for the results of the science teams.

"Karl told me."

"CUT!"

Daniel and Chris burst out laughing. "Again?" Chris asked.

"Take five!"

~•~ couldn't resist x ~•~

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"Leonard told me," Harry replied. "This is good. What is it?"

"A chocolate stout made by Klingons."

The two watched the nebula as they passed through it. "You survived a literal hellhole. I pulled some strings. If you want in Starfleet, there's a place waiting for you at the academy."

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Harry turned to his guard. "Dani, who's the green skinned woman following us and is she following me or you?"

"Lieutenant Gaila sir. And she's an Orion. Probably you. She's binary."

Harry blinked, unsure what that meant and she realized he wouldn't know common terms. "Orions produce a pheromone that makes them good at seduction. But while she's aboard ship, she takes a hormone suppressant so she's safe to be around. As for Binary, I meant she's heterosexual so she's probably crushing on you."

"Ah. I am rather adorable, yes."

Dani giggled. "Want me to introduce you?"

~•~ sex scene w/harry unconsciously aping Kirk's comment to Gaila ~•~

Harry was sitting in the mess, drinking a cup of coffee when Dani sat across from him. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"How was she?"

"Gentleman don't kiss and tell, Dani."

She laughed. "You've had sex before, right?"

"Yes."

"Was she better or worse?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"New gossip is currency aboard ship. Don't worry, I'll wait until you're off before telling everyone."

He smirked. "Wouldn't you rather have first hand approximation?"

~•~ sex scene par deux ~•~

Harry was wandering the corridors unable to sleep when a hand pulled him into quarters. Before he could do anything, the woman held out a wand. "Sire."

The adrenaline fueled his response as he grabbed the wand hand, ignoring it being aimed away from him, twisting her in his arms, bringing her own wand under her chin as his other hand slammed into her, sternum, leaving her breathless and in pain and helpless to his advantage.

"Identify yourself!"

"Hermione Zahra. I'm your great-great-grandniece. My gran was Gabrielle."

He dropped her wand and let her step back. He saw it now. The flawless skin. Platinum bob cut. Entrancing blue eyes. "So we're safe? And reintroduced to humanity?"

"Yes. And no, Sire. After your ship was lost, we got to the new homeworld. Aunty Hermione and the Council received a prophecy from Gran. That you'd be found. And be instrumental in saving the galaxy. But searching for you would lead to the ruination of magic."

"Do you know the prophecy?"

She shook her head. "Me being here is just a coincidence. I'm a Hand. We're the Council's spies. Well, your spies, Sire."

He nodded.

She hesitated then asked, "Can… can I hug you? Aunty Fleur, before she died, said to hold on to a hug from her for you."

He smiled at that and held his arms out.

The visually older woman hugged the man she had seen photos of growing up and melted into the embrace. "Thanks, Sire," she whispered.

"Call me Harry. They may have made me the Emperor during the Shadow Wars but I never wanted it."

"I need information," he told her.

"I have a PADD for you. Filled with everything I've been able to get, see, do while here. And copies of my memories and an Orbsessive. A Pensieve was too big for my quarters. Sire, should I come back with you?"

He smiled. "Do as you desire, little one. Your life is yours to lead until I call for my Hand."

She smiled and stood proudly, placing wand to her chest as she bowed as a Blackguard would.

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Harry fumed as he read the report. Khan. Khan Noonien Singh! The muggles had sworn to destroy the madman and his people. But they had lied to Harry.

"They came to us to fight a warrior they created and then still wouldn't destroy their creation," Harry said hatefully as he stared out the window of his quarters.

But there was interesting things in the reports. Harry wanted the Vengeance. Its remains were at a classified location but Zahra had been one of the crewmen who helped deliver it to its resting spot. And there were full specs on the mineswarm. Harry had an idea based on his own talents as an artificer created by the necessity of Survival.

⁂

"How many Hands are there on Earth?" he asked Zahra as they lay in bed.

"Seven that I know of. Four are in Starfleet."

He nodded. "Three should be enough for what I need. I'll have to do some force multiplying though. Mercenaries. Expendable though."

"Klingons, sir. Or Romulans." She did not ask for more details. If he wanted her to have them, he would tell her. "Ferengis would be good too if there's no need for combat. But they're greedy, will cheat you if they can."

He moved her hand from his thigh. "I need that Hand to do its duty."

She giggled and did as told.

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When Harry arrived on Earth, he thanked the shuttle pilot then headed towards the bar Zahra had pointed him towards. Inside, an older woman's eyes widened when she saw him. She touched her chest then pushed a Guiness towards him as he sat. An address was written on napkin.

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He sat at the kitchen table of the retired Hand as she made a stir-fry.

"Sire, it's an honor to make you dinner," she said.

"Kendra, stop. You said it twice already." There was a knock at the door then the three Hands entered. As soon as the door closed, their fists hit their chest as they saluted. The two very tall women had dark skin while the male was a slight asian with androgynous features belied by his mustache.

He explained his plan to the Hands. They tore it apart over the next eight days, rebuilding it and contacting other Hands to help build up the plan into a viable one.

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Three Klingons, a Ferengi, and three Romulans stood in their black Starfleet armour alongside six silent and masked men in Starfleet armour. Harry's three Hands and himself wore the same armour but with splashes of color on the shoulders to denote rank.

They broke into their set groups: two mercenaries, one Hand, and two of the silent soldiers.

The stealth ship was stolen by Harry from a Klingon settlement. Each of the Hands and Harry himself wore glamours to look like Klingons. The Klingon mercenaries believed exactly what Harry wanted them to believe.

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Deep in an asteroid field surrounding New Vulcan's system, an automated base was approached by the D4 Cruiser.

As it began its approach run, the sixteen people finished placing the infiltration suits onto the hard points of their armour.

A pass of a PADD verified the space suits were ready and a countdown was initiated.

The sixteen were expelled into space as the ship was flown to a safe location to await them.

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The docking bay doors were blown apart by a pair of suicidal silent soldiers hitting them first.

The remaining four Silent Soldiers upon regaining their feet in the docking bay activated the force field then tapped their wrist computers and disappeared in a transporter effect.

The rest of the mercenaries and the Mages drew disruptor cannons and moved to the door.

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The four Silent Soldiers appeared in the room filled with cryogenically frozen super soldiers. They positioned themselves at the meridian points of the room, drew weapons, and waited. They were failsafes. Transfigured, glamoured, and animated micro-photon torpedoes. To anyone looking at them, they were Klingons.

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Harry used a fake PADD modified to scan for heartbeats magically. None. As they had learned, the location was fully automated with a caretaker from New Vulcan visiting twice a week. He had just left.

"Move out," he said in flawless Klingon.

He ignored the occasional looting by the mercenaries as they infiltrated the station. It was part of their pay. They hoped that the right intelligence from a secret Federation facility would strike their Dishonor.

They made their way through the facility, following the holographic map projected on their HUDs.

Then they found the room, deep in the facility.

The Hands began opening the cryotubes one by one, scanning with their fake tricorders, muttering the spells they were using the verify what they needed to know, then pouring a cocktail of potions into each sleeper's mouth.

The last tube was Harry's to deal with. Harry opened it and emptied a different vial into the man's mouth as the Hands placed Portkeys on the tubes.

The six mercenaries died to blasts from a built in disruptor then the armour vanished back to the ship.

Harry whispered, "Enervate."

Kahn snapped awake. "Hello Kahn," Harry said softly. "Remember me? They promised me you would die. But then they sent you off in a ship. But you're dying now. Every one of you freaks is being mindwiped. Death of Personality. Along with a degenerative but long term disease wiping that amazing Potential. Your body will live a long life but you, Khan, will be dead, replaced by Scooter Wallace, a happy go lucky simpleton. Goodbye.

"But that ship you designed? I'll make excellent use of it protecting Humanity."

The Portkeys activated after he closed the hatch. Harry turned to his Hands as the cylinders flared bright light. "Failsafe."

Harry dropped a satchel of intelligence on the Ferengi as flash clones of the Super Soldiers replaced them.

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The ship decloaked and went to warp once Kendra verified all were aboard.

"Ten. Nine. Eight," the four Silent Soldiers spoke in unison as the four mages disappeared.

The facility was destroyed as the four Silent Soldiers reverted to primed torpedos.

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Harry and his crew studied the partially destroyed Dreadnought. They were in another stolen ship, this time a Ferengi one. The D4 had been sent to the new Homeworld with its cargo of humans to be cared for on the sister colony world of Muggles.

The Dreadnought was in nine pieces. Both nacelles detached and the saucer had broken into six pieces. That was fine. A purpose built 'rope' of magically reactive material had been crafted at Harry's orders. It was currently snaking its way, spreading out tendrils, connecting to the various pieces, pulling them back into their proper place as as more material was rapidly creating a 'spacedock' around the ship. When it was completed, the entirety of the ship would be Portkeyed back to the Sirius system where two hundred millione tonnes of metamorphic metals would be used to repair and modify the ship for Harry's purposes.

The ship disappeared.

Their Ferengi Marauder went to warp as a Federation Starship hailed them.

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Stopping here. Otherwise, i'd have to write the whole story. Next chapter will have more on the formation of the Hands.