Send a statment back before proceeding with your honeymoon

“Hera, can you record a statement to send along with the blackbox recordings and flight data?” You ask Hera as you try to recall what could be useful. “We’re going to send it to Solar Patrol both to cover our asses (no matter how cute they might be) and so they can use it against those racers.”

“I can do that,” Hera replied before she hesitated for a second. “Do you think they might wanna arrest us?

“Nah, you didn’t shoot them down, and it was clearly a warning shot from what I could see. In the past, they might give a fine for weapon fire out of a designated area at most. Did they say anything before you jumped to FTL?”

“Just things like ‘are you in control?’, ‘pull my sweet ass over’, ‘I didn’t know Twi’lek could fly, mine are usually on poles’, and ‘I bet you she can’t fly a stick as well as she can take one’,” Hera scowled.

“But the Winged Heart doesn’t even have a stick,” Bulma and Gaige said at the same time before they looked at each other startled. You also startled because you didn’t even hear the elevator open.

“Guess I’m going to have to write a complaint,” you glare a little, angry at the comments the Patrol officers had transmitted over the open mic. “No one sexually harrasses my ladies but me.”

“Not the best defense there James,” Mirajane rolled her eyes. Since she had gone to get changed out of her uniform she had changed into a yellow frilly bikini that really complimented her makeup. She had only spent a little while in the pool before it was drained out and changed to its current sofa configuration.

“I’m pretty I count as the harassed in our relationship,” you counter with a slightly strained smile, still a little mad but never wasting an opportunity to make a joke. You quite enjoyed the near nonstop sex, you were eager to see if you could break your sex marathon record in the future.

“Again sorry for what the tribe did,” Sabine said over the comms.

“Nah, it's fine, got to meet some very beautiful and intelligent girls. So worth it,” you assured her. While the circumstances of the sex marathon and being away from my loves and harem was terrible, it was much worth it to get a massive boost to the harem and the eventual compensation from the company. You remind yourself to look into the compensation when you get back from the honeymoon.

“Anyways, let's compile the data and statements and send it off,” you state while standing up. “Have we been cleared to cross over?”

“Not yet, we have a few cruisers, freighters, and some kind of battleship ahead of us,” Hera replied.

“At least we’ll have time to write up the statements,” you say as you start walking towards the cockpit.

“Where are you going?” Alex asked, looking up from a book she was reading.

“To the cockpit, some space stations for inter-universal travel have procedural stuff for Prime Worlders,” you explain while vaguely recalling some stuff your dad did in the past.

“Okay sir, have a great time on your honeymoon,” replied the cute Asari name Lymyr on the viewscreen. “Congratulations from the Epsilon-Evans-Pratima station family by the way on your future bundles of joy.” You smile at her in thanks. You didn’t have to declare anything about who was on the ship but you never resisted a chance to gloat about your pregnant wives. “Ooh, almost forgot, since you are going to a Star Trek Universe. Is your pilot and crew familiar with the usual space hazards?”

“They have been trained for the past week on most of them and how to avoid or work around them,” you explained. “And I personally was trained for years on it.”

“That’s great sir,” the Asari maiden replied as she wrote down a note. “As a reminder, if anything unexpected happens, you can alway activate the multiversal emergency beacon and a rescue ship can be deployed within minutes.”

“Thank you, Lym,” you said before Lymyr closed the call. You nodded to Hera who proceeded to move your ship a few hundred miles forward. Once in position, you walked over to a chest in the corner of the cockpit.

Opening it, you picked up a universe orb that was Federation Blue with a little bit of Klingon red and Romulan green here and there. You carefully walk it over to a compartment on the left wall of the cockpit and slide the compartment open revealing a tube sort of like an old WWII-era torpedo tube. Inserting the orb and then closing and locking the tube, you nod at Sabine. She looks around the console she was sitting at a bit before finding a button with a plastic cover.

As soon as she pressed the button, a beam fired from the special universe orb tube that most ships rated for multiversal travel have. The beam ended about five hundred meters in front of your ship where a large portal opened up with a blue rim to show the boundary between the Prime World universe and the Star Trek universe of your younger years.

Hera activated the thrusters and a moment later, your ship crossed the boundary and the portal closed behind you.