They are all saved from Snu-Snu part 2 and things are revealed

“Careful there, you can’t just handle sensitive machinery like that,” Billups mildly scolded as he and Rutherford walked up and started their analysis. Rutherford popped open the lower access panel and stuck his head inside. He whistled looking around at the wiring and parts.

“Wow this looks quite a bit more advanced than the ones we have on the Cerritos,” Rutherford praised before frowning and started asking for some tools that Boimler quickly gave. “I’m seeing a whole bunch of isolinear chips out of alignment and it looks like something has been chewing on the wiring.”

“How long to realign those isolinear chips?” Gogo asked while looking over the shoulder of Billups as he ran a diagnostic on the holodeck’s computer.

“Only a few minutes,” Rutherford replied, quickly realigning a dozen chips.

“I’m seeing bad connections between the program controls, arch controls, and voice command module,” Billups announced. “That’s probably what’s keeping them stuck.”

“I tried repairing the arch controls connections so that we could at least get them out,” Gogo said as she pointed out where she had worked. “But I wasn’t able to get it to open.”

“Oh I see, you rerouted the connection through the tertiary biocontrol conduit, but see this little nest of transistors?” Billups said while giving a good view of the computer parts. “They need a slightly higher voltage before they let the current through. So we just have to reroute it again and presto!” The holodeck entrance slid open without a fuss. The Lower Deckers' (and Billups)’s ears were immediately blasted screaming, shouts, phaser fire, and moans.

“Let go of him! I saw him first!” Shrieked an Orion with a long ponytail as she pulled on your arm.

“We had seen him at the same time, so logically the ones with more need should claim him,” argued the Vulcan pulling on your other arm. You groan as over a dozen girls pull on your arms, legs, clothing, anything they could grab really.

“There’s enough of me to go around. If you just form a line, we could—“

“No!” They screamed and restarted their pulling. It was only thanks to the Vulcans’ limited control that they haven’t ripped your limbs off. You were already going to need new clothes.

“Hey! Let him go you ass ... .Ja—James?” A loud voice cut through the crowd, temporarily stunning the ravenous crowd. Looking over, you have a hitch in your breath as you see your old friend (and sort of girlfriend) Beckett Mariner standing outside of the holodeck arch with a phaser in hand and looking a few years older than you last remember.

“Hey Beckett,” you wave a hand slightly causing the Orion holding it to tighten her grip.

“James, you—you’re alive?!” Mariner stared at you in disbelief and you thought you heard a hint of joy. “How?”

“I would be happy to tell you but first can you maybe help me out first?” You ask, causing the ravenous horde to snap out of their stupor and try for a piece of you again. Beckett fired her weapon only to be interrupted by Rutherford shouting.

“Finished the repair!” There was a buzz and nearly all of the scenery turned gray along with many but not all of the holo characters. ”Oops.”

“Flushing the buffer,” Billups said before he pressed the control screen. Finally with a zap, all of the scenery disappeared allowing you to see all the harem members you had brought in standing nearby. Shampoo had been leaping through the air and slammed into the floor that unexpectedly appeared under her.

“Why either of you didn’t you disappear?” You say as most of the horde around you disappeared leaving only the Orion on your left arm and the Vulcan on your right. You see four Vulcan girls sitting on the floor by Aelita and Starfire while an Andorian, two Klingon women, and ‘Honeybun’ were scattered about.

“Oh poo, I guess the party poopers had to come and ruin the fun,” an extremely short and undersized Orion girl said from on top of a barstool that had remained. She had a startling masculine voice, yet you couldn’t help but feel like it was familiar.

“Well, party's over everyone,” the short Orion girl disappeared in a flash.

“Q!” You, Mariner, and Starfire (and the other Star Trek people) exclaimed at the man wearing a WWIII apocalypse judge outfit and sitting on a floating throne.

“Yup it is me! The magnificent Q!” The god-like being announced before sighing. “Well Gardner, your test will be delayed for now. As for the rest of you, as the barman says, I don't care where you go but you can't stay here, tata.” Q snapped his fingers and the remaining unknowns disappeared in white flashes of light.

“Q, that was you?” You said relatively calmly in part due to the cute Orion girl running a medical tricorder over Aelita before helping her up. Q only chuckled.

“I only brought a few more friends along for the party, the rest was your own inattentiveness, “ Q replied before snapping his fingers again and disappearing.

“So is anyone going to explain what was all that?” Gwen Tennyson said as her hands visibly shook. “And who was that?”

“A long story,” you reply. You notice Mariner approaching you; smiling you were about to greet her when she punched you across your face.

“Seven years! Seven years I thought you were dead!” She shouted with teary eyes. She then rounded on Starfire. “And you Star! What happened to you two?!”

“A longer story,” you groaned as you held your nose.