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There is a large orange tabby cat exploring around the Nexus. He seems to be looking for someone in particular. Now, that in itself is not unusual.

However, this particular tabby cat is wearing a make-shift holster around his belly and there seems to be a Starfleet phaser encased in the holster. Only the top of the phaser is visible to the eye... but it looks covered with soot.

The cat is also being followed by a glowing blue light very closely.

After a few moments of being frustrated of not seeing anyone's face, from where he is on the ground... the orange tabby cat jumps his way up a few different Nexus fixtures, until he is higher up. He stares around the Nexus and makes a soft meowing sound. Almost questioning.

Anyone care to try to answer his question.

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Crookshanks flops on his belly, where he nods to a little pouch on his holster. The pouch has been enchanted with the same size accommodation spell that Hermione uses on her own little beaded purse.

All right, he supposes that makes sense. Jim wraps up the herbs in the paper, and tucks them carefully into the pouch with the scale. "There you go. Better get it to her fast. Sounds like she needs it ASAP."

Crookshanks looks up at Jim. Meowing softly. The human doesn't want to come with him?

Okay, he may not have ever had a pet, but part of being in an intergalactic community means you get good at guessing the nonverbal stuff, and there's clearly something else Crookshanks wants to say. So to speak. Jim frowns, unsure of why the cat is hesitating. Isn't this an emergency?

"Do you need backup?" Is that even possible, he wonders. If Hermione had to shut the door somehow... but crazy as it sounds, Crookshanks has pretty good judgement, all things considered. Maybe he knows something that Jim doesn't.

Crookshanks chirps a meow in response, twirling around Jim's legs. He knew that this human was smart enough to understand.

He heads to the door, to leave the reptile section of the zoo, but pauses to make sure that Jim is following behind.

If Jim had still had doubts about the kneazle's intentions, they're banished by that look over the shoulder, a silent 'are you coming or what?' that comes across loud and clear.

Well. If he's heading into unknown dangers, it's a good thing that Crookshanks has a phaser, because Jim doesn't. He pauses only to unholster it from the cat's odd little pack, feeling more reassured about the impromptu mission with a weapon in hand.

Crookshanks waits until Jim can claim the weapon that was given to his mistress by the other Jim who visits the Nexus. He knows that the human will know how to use it.

Then he heads off, towards the centre of the Nexus, where all the doors are located. With ease, he leads Jim to a door that looks like it belongs to an ancient castle. There is a soft glowing green light underneath the door.

He scratches at the door. Twirls around in a circle. Then scratches at the door again.

A tiny little kitty-door opens for him. He meows at Jim, as if asking him to wait please, before disappearing into the kitty-door.

The green glow gets brighter for a moment. Then the door slams open, Hermione wielding her wand to hold back a spell as she backs out of the door. Crookshanks keeps by her feet, watching carefully. "Expecto Patronum!" She casts, and the otter appears before her, swirling around her wand to collect more and more light. Then the otter swims forward, pushing forward a shield of light with it, pushing the spell even further back from the door.

"Jim!" Hermione sees that he is standing there, from the corner of her eye. "Close the door!"

Jim keeps the phaser at the ready, and when the door slams open, he swiftly raises it to point directly at the person on the other side before he identifies her. He can't tell what the otter is doing or what she's facing, damn near blinded by the light shield it's emitting, but he's pretty sure this isn't the time to ask either.

He lunges forward at Hermione's shout, quickly sidestepping her to grab hold of the door with his free hand and slam it shut.

There is a force behind the door that pushes back, and it will take Jim's entire weight to keep the door closed.

Hermione moves to her knees, where Crookshanks is waiting for her. She opens his pouch, pulling the items out one by one. "Oh Brilliant! You got everything."

She places a wooden mortar and pestle on the ground, and starts to use it to grind up the spell ingredients one by one, placing the finished product on the center of the parchment of paper. She is casting a continuous spell as she works.

Damn, he wasn't expecting that. Jim braces his body against the door, feet planted firmly against the floor to get maximum leverage. He starts to lift the phaser to weld the lock shut... but this is Hermione's door. He can't do that. It's not his right.

"Think you'd better hurry," he calls to her instead, not really able to devote the time to focus on what she's doing. Whatever's on the other side of this door really wants to get through, and it's taking a lot of effort to hold it at bay.

And Hermione doesn't respond to his statement, knowing how dire the situation is right now. She has been battling to keep this spell contained for quite some time, while Crookshanks was on his hunt. And she is tired, but the job is not done yet.

With all the spell ingredients finely ground into a powder, she twirls her wand, forming a mini vortex into the air. She stands up, slowing controlling the vortex, until she can guide the spell towards the door. "Colloportus!" Hermione casts another spell. The spell slides into the cracks around the door, forming an almost welding effect on the edges. A black slime starts to pool at the top of the door, and slowly moves its way down.

"Back away Jim..." Hermione crosses her arms, watching her spell work to lock the door solidly. It is a combination of a shielding, warding and welding spell that that the door is protected three different ways. And the black slime covers more and more of the door, the pounding on the other side subsides, until the spell has completely blocked off whatever was trying to get to the other side.

"What the...?" She doesn't have to tell him twice. He backs the hell away, bringing the phaser back up to point at the door, just waiting for the force on the other side to break through. And what the hell is that goop? He can't tell if it's good or bad, until it starts sealing off the noises from the other side.

Jim doesn't quite relax his guard, though. Samus has trained him well enough to know better by now. "If you don't mind my asking, what the fuck was that?" he asks, glancing over at Hermione.

Once the black slime has covered the door, is changes slightly, becoming less slime-like, and more like a shine to it. There does not seem to be any way for someone to open the door, from either side.

"The shielding spell? Or the thing I was fighting?" Hermione picks up Crookshanks, who settles in her arm, purring now that his witch is safe.

Hermione's body language definitely says that she thinks the danger is gone, but Jim is having a harder time trusting the peace so easily. He lowers the phaser but doesn't reliquish it, nor turn completely away from the door that is now... coocooned?

"Either. Both."

"The spell that is holding that door is a combination of a ward, to prevent spells from opening it, and a hard shield, to prevent from physical attacks. It will keep the door closed. And protected."

Hermione runs her fingers through Crookshanks fur, lightly.

"And I was fighting a Dementor. A Dementor are among the foulest creatures that plague my world. They glory in decay and despair, they drain peace, hope and happiness out of the air around them. And this particular Dementor was created by the cruelest of all cruel witches."

A shield... the janitor at the zoo had said that a basilisk's hide is armored, and Jim wonders if that's directly related to its purpose in the spell she's woven.

This dementor creature sounds pretty bad, though. "And... they're afraid of otters?"

"What?" Hermione takes a moment to understand the question. Then she laughs softly.

"No. That was my Patronus."

"A Patronus is a pure, protective magical concentration of happiness and hope and is the only spell effective against Dementors. Mine takes the form of an otter."

The danger does seem to be past, for the moment. Though Jim is still reluctant to lose sight of her door, he does offer the phaser back to her, handle-first.

At least now it seems safe enough to indulge his curiosity for a second. "Yours? It's tailored to you or something?"

Hermione takes the phaser from him. And gently places it to her belt, where she has created a little holster for it. Due to the magnetic fields of the technology, she can not place it in her little magical beaded bag.

"Each Patronus takes on a different animal form, depending on the traits of the wizard casting the spell." Hermione explains.

She twirls her wand, and the otter forms again. Swimming around the air, excited for a new task. "And as you have seen, a Patronus can be used to get messages to other people."

He nods a little, but he's frowning now. "Yeah, that was pretty handy... what happened to the others you were protecting?"

"We lured it into a trap, since it was tasked with hurting me over the others."

"I was temporarily trapped in a room with the creature. My friends had warded the only door leading out of the door. And now with the Nexus door similarly warded... it will be trapped in that room for a long, long time."

"You should probably put a Do Not Enter sign up or something," he says, nodding towards the sealed door. You never know what people might get up to here, after all.

"If your door's... like that, now... are you stuck using PINpoint only to get here and back?"

"I will do one better." And she casts a disillusion spell, so that the door completely disappears from sight.

"I am. Good thing I have it with me." Hermione doesn't mind the sacrifice. "It is for the best. If that creature, or the witch who created it had found the door..."

Jim can understand completely. From what he heard about the other Khan's invasion of the Nexus, the captain has his own concerns about a powerful enemy finding a way into this place. And there's a reason he is still the only one from his universe to have a PINpoint. It's good to have backups, but it doesn't entirely outweigh the increased chance that it could fall into the wrong hands eventually.

He's made too many mistakes to take something like that lightly.

"Make sure you don't lose it. I don't know if magic can tether it to you, or something..."

Now that the danger is no longer a concern and she is no longer in fight mode, Hermione is feeling tired. Especially with a purring cat in her arms.

"Thank you. For helping me to escape safely."