In Which the Son-in-Law Opens Mouth and Inserts Foot!

"Th-the Emperor Protects?" A breathtakingly beautiful redheaded woman sputters, causing the Emperor to turn from looking around in confusion.

He had been back on Terra, in his Palace and had suddenly found himself HERE just after nearly being knocked off his feet from a wave of vertigo with some eldritch . . .event within the Warp.

As if all the Ruinous Powers had suddenly screamed out in terror and agony, and then . . .silence!

Not being one to panic--for he is the Emperor of Mankind--he still pulls his sword in preparation of battle before finding himself facing an odd gathering of young women who were dressed rather . . .oddly. Dressed in a combination of various military (or military related) clothing and naval ships. That alone was not enough to cause him to concentrate on the "ship girls" (for want of a better term right now), instead of the rejects from The Pilgrim's Progress and the cosplayers of a certain sci-fi series from the second millennium BCE he never had been much of a fan of even at it's height.

...

How copies of THAT series had survived to this time in one of his enclave holdouts while his much grander and robust Standard Template Construct (STC) system plans had failed was beyond him!

Still! That said, the young appearing woman? They had not the eldritch power he had only felt ONE time back in the late 20th century. One time when he had almost caused himself massive harm by attempting to more closely examine that odd power that one woman known only to him as Inquirer right before she had a confrontation with the indestructible giant of a man known as Jaws.

It hadn't caused himself harm nor had it caused harm to Inquirer in any way beyond looking VERY tired for some reason. Jaws had not killed her and then run amuck on that captured space station, but there had been SO many questions that had been left unanswered.

That woman and her odd group had disappeared into the shadows, leaving enough evidence of their existence that his superiors in the intel agency back then had not thought him totally insane for claiming . . . that aliens had aided him with the Moonracker incident.

Who were those Xenos? What was that power? It had been almost like that damnable magic as found from the Warp but . . .not really. Not anything as what the Ruinous powers tempted others with, but still at the same time it was VERY much like it being able to bend and change things. Like playing with the fundamentals of reality.

And after thousands and thousands of years, he detected that same power within EVERY last beautiful "ship girl". And as such, it was why he opted on answering Saratoga's sputtered greetings.

"As what I can and will do for the Imperium," the Emperor says solemnly in a softer, more HUMAN level than he usually employed with the masses, before sheathing his swords and giving Saratoga a curious look. "But that said Xeno, I must say that what you did here by bringing me here unannounced and against my will? Even IF by some chance that you are allied with or related with the Xenos who aided me defeating Hugo Drax's mad plans with the Moonraker incident? It is NOT appreciated."

"Excuse me, while that is all fine and well?" a voice shouts out, interrupting whatever Saratoga would have answered. All eyes who are not impeded by wooden stockades turned and see a man that could be none other than Captain James Tiberius Kirk. He looks and sounds like he was at the end of his rope with it all! "But will you tell me what in the Hell is going on here?!"

"Jim?!" another voice calls out, surprise VERY evident in his male voice. Commodore Matt Decker couldn't believe his ears and desperately wanted to cast his eyes to confirm what his ears are telling him, but the stockade he'd suddenly found himself trapped within prevented it.

The Enterprise had disappeared, all hands lost and presumed dead while investigating the dying planet Psi 2000.

He'd known that activating the Corbomite device to destroy the Doomsday Machine had been a last ditch effort that God only knew what would happen to him and his ship. But with his ship damaged and life support failing there would be no safe haven on the Earth like planet below with the Machine endangering them all. He'd had hoped that the dimensional ripping weapon would just destroy the menace and spare the ship (and hopefully the planet below).

Ending up suddenly being enveloped by the rift but find him and his crew in stockades? Not at all expected or wanted, but it beat what COULD have happened. Whatever this place was and whatever the Hell was going on here, anyway he hoped.

"And our Powers," one of the Pilgrims who looks to be in charge of their archaic lot. The devilish looking gentleman in the stockade looks like he'd like to stop the leader's ill timed rant, but nobody's listening to his advice at the moment. "Which one of you interlopers stole our Power?! It's bad enough you persecuted us back in Salem when we visited your dirty planet, but you . . .!"

"QUIET!" roars the Emperor, putting a bit of Pskyer power to reinforce that command (but somehow not upsetting the pale infants that he'd seen being watched over by a certain Crane Princess appearing Abyssal). Seeing that the situation could quickly got out of hand and delay his attempts at find out just what is what here. That and he rather did not care at being interrupted, even if the questions were understandable and all that.

All mouths snap close amongst the Salem crew and the Star Trekkers. Some almost cut their tongues in how fast they close, which would have been . . .annoying in the long run at least (and a painful wound at worst). A bit much, but it wasn't like it was over the top like what a decent Psyker would have done, doing damage or even destruction of their target's soul (as Warhammer 40k figured it) you know! A fact that all of Trinitite's family actually knew through her obsession with that tabletop game, let it be known!

Caution and a LOT of it was the thing of the day with this giant of a man from a grim time which was said to be a grim, dark place where there was only war!

Lucky for the shipgirls this version was less of a . . .tool that some critics would have him be seen as though!

"I will get this sorted out in due time so wait your turn," the Master of Mankind added, nodding.

"We . . .didn't bring you here Emperor," Saratoga, the leader of most of the shipgirls due to her being in command and such, reveals in her best pacifying voice. "We arrived here mysteriously just like all the others here, without anyone saying 'boo'."

"And how in the fuck would there be there be any James Bond villians from a slocky spy movie belong in a tabletop game like Warhammer 40K?" Georgia asked herself, clearly not sure at all what to make of this mess but not really wanting to draw attention to herself. While not as overbearing as his game counterpart so far, the Abyssal wanted nothing to do with this man. The Imperium wasn't exactly all daisy and sunshine you know!

Georgia rather did like that time her partner had dressed as Bond during Halloween, but that and many other things was a whole list of things she didn't want to talk about with the Emperor. Saratoga had the floor and had a way with dealing with those in power without ticking them off (like she had done time to time despite herself).

At least the one she was thinking of here, thinking that the Emperor had somehow awoken after being so long stuck on the Golden Throne in a half dead state....

Unfortunately for the Submarine Princess? The Emperor DID overhear Georgia.

"Bond, James Bond . . .007 with license to kill," the Emperor blinks, looking at Georgia. "So I was actually correct in thinking your people were allied in some way with those Xenos who helped me back with the Moonraker incident? But what is this about that horrible trashy boardgame that human-centric trash has been polluting MY Imperium with here? Why would you even touch such trash, considering how hostile it's contents is towards Xenos in general, despite painting itself as a vision of a 'bright future' spreading My Light to the universe at large through war?!"

"Uh no?" Georgia protested. "The game I am talking about is . . .not that."

“In the grim darkness of the far future there is only war," Sern, Trinitite's husband and still somewhat civilian (in manners), adds to the mix.v Truly adding fuel to the fire. "It's from the 20th century. Like all of my group is here, your . . . Emperorship."

Sern doesn't know what is worse, the rather sharp look that his Lexington class aircraft carrier/mother-in-law is giving him . . .or the now laser focus that the Emperor now has him under here. He feels himself sweating more than a little bit now here, you dig?

Of course the Emperor formerly known as James Bond (and all that extra stuff about two zeros and a number between eight and six), has questions.

1. Of Course Zuikaku (or whoever the unconscious shipgirl actually was), HAS to wake up then and there and start hZuikaku (or whoever the unconcious shipgirl actually was), HAS to wake up then and there and start having some kind of magical fit...

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