The Mihoshi Incident
A Tenchi Muyo/Star Trek crossover

By : Derek Sherman (doppleganger@pipeline.com)

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Author's note : This fanfic is a rough draft, and as such is
probably chock full of spelling errors and other insundry mistakes.
If you spot any, or feel that something's just not right, don't
hesitate to let me know. All I ask is that you be kind to me. I
bruise easy.

And now, on with the show!

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Chapter 9 - Out of the Frying Pan...


The turbolift doors swished open, Riker stepping out onto the
bridge. Right behind him came Mihoshi, Sasami, and Ryo-Ohki.
  Picard half-turned. "Ah, Commander. We seem to have a small
mystery on our hands. Mister Data, have you completed your
scans, yet."
  "Affirmative, sir." Data replied from where he was seated at the
Engineering station behind Worf. "The tachyon surge is not coming 
from a localized source, Captain. The entire region is being 
saturated with tachyon particles. I am widening the scanning area 
in an attempt to determine the extent of the field."
  Picard frowned. "Status of the Yev'ash?"
  Worf checked his displays. "No change, Captain."
  Riker heaved a relieved sigh. "Thank God for small favors."
  "Indeed, Number One." Picard nodded.
  "Captain," Data reported, "I believe I have located the focus
point of the tachyon field."
  "I thought you said that there wasn't a 'localized source.'"
Riker pointed out.
  "I did, Commander." Data replied. "However, the source of the 
field - which is still unknown - is not the focus of the field,
which is the area where the concentration of tachyon particles 
is substantially higher than that of the surr-"
  "Where is the focus, Commander?" Picard interrupted.
  Data turned. "The focus seems to be the bridge of the Enterprise."
  "What?!" Riker exclaimed. "Are you certain?"
  Data nodded. "The data is confirmed, Commander. Tachyon particle
concentrations on the bridge are 500 percent higher than that or
the surrounding areas."
  "Is there still no information on the source, Commander?" Picard
asked.
  "None, sir."
  Troi stood up slowly. "Captain..."
  Picard turned. "What is it, Councillor?"
  "There's a definite intelligence behind this." Troi's brow furrowed
as she concentrated. "It almost seems to be.... gloating."
  "Gloating?" Picard rubbed his chin. "Gloating about what?"
  "I can't tell." Troi admitted. "But it's definitely pleased about
something."
  Riker walked over to Picard. "You don't think this could be
Q's doing, do you?"
  Picard frowned. "It would be like him to pull a stunt like this.
But if it is Q, why hasn't he shown himself?"
  "Perhaps he wants to watch us squirm some more." Riker sighed.
"It would explain the things that have been going on."
  Worf turned to face Picard. "Captain, we're being hailed."
  "By whom, Lieutenant?" Picard asked.
  Worf growled in frustration. "The source of the hail is unknown."
  Picard exchanged a confounded look with Riker. "On screen."
  The starfield on the main screen winked out, to be replaced by a
static-filled view of a laboratory of some sort. In the middle of
the screen, a rather young-lookng woman with a tremendous mane of
red hair smiled triumphantly. "Ha ha! I knew this would work!"
  Sasami gasped. "Miss Washuu! How did you find us?"
  Washuu smiled. "Why, I found you by tracking down the transponder
signal from Mihoshi's control cube, of course." She reached out
and thumped whatever device it was that was taking her picture,
the static disappearing as she did so. "Ah, that's better."
  Riker blinked. "You know this person?"
  "Sure." Sasami answered. "That's Miss Washuu. She lives at
Tenchi's house with me and Mihoshi, and my sister and Ryoko."
  "Mreow!"
  "And Ryo-Ohki, of course." she added with a giggle.
  Data rose to his feet. "Pardon me, ma'am, but what transponder
signal are you speaking of? We have detected no signal of any
kind being emitted from Mihoshi's cube."
  "Well, it wouldn't do to have just anyone be able to pick up
the signal now, would it." Washuu chided. "Then any criminal with
an ounce of intelligence would know where all the police were. No, 
you'd either need to have a Galaxy Police signal detector, which 
I don't, or be the Greatest Scientific Mind in the Universe," she
grinned broadly, "which I am." Her grin broadened even more. "And
it doesn't hurt that I'm cute, either."
  Riker fell into his chair with a sigh. "I don't think I can take
much more of this." he mumbled under his breath.
  Picard paused long enough to regain his composure. "I'm Captain
Jean-Luc Picard, of the Federation starship Enterprise."
  Washuu blinked, eyes glittering. "My name is Washuu. Very pleased
to meet you, Captain."
  Picard smiled. "Likewise. May I ask your intentions, Washuu?"
  "Mmmmm.... maybe. But only if you call me," she gave him a
mischeivous grin, "Little Washuu!"
  Picard turned at the sound of someone snickering. Troi was hiding
a smile behind an upraised hand. Turning back to the main screen,
he cleared his throat. "Okay... 'Little Washuu,' would you kindly
tell me what your intentions are?"
  "Well, I'd like to start by bringing Sasami and Mihoshi back home."
Washuu replied. "Before there are any... how should I say this...
before there are any 'unfortunate incidents.' I think that's the 
politically correct term for it."
  "I'm not sure I understand you." Picard commented cautiously.
  Washuu sighed. "Okay, let me put it this way... Mihoshi's been there
a couple of hours, right?"
  "Correct." Picard answered.
  "Have there been any, shall we say, 'unusual occurrences' while
she was around?"
  "Ah." Picard nodded slowly. "I think I see your point."
  "I thought you would." Washuu replied. "Mihoshi does have that-"
  An irritated female voice erupted from Washuu's laboratory. "Damn
you, Washuu! Get me out of this thing!"
  Washuu sighed. "Pardon me for a moment, Captain." She stepped out
of view, but Washuu's patronizing voice could still be heard. "Aw....
poor little Ryoko, are these nasty things chafing you?"
  "I said let me go!"
  "Aw... that's what I thought. Here, let me tighten them up a
bit..."
  "What are you...? No, I said... ACK! MMMPH! MMMBRMBLE MMMPH! 
MRRAMBLE MMMPH MMMMM!!!"
  "I told you that that's no way to talk to your mother, Ryoko. 
Honestly, I just don't know *where* you pick up these nasty 
little habits." Washuu stepped back into view. "Sorry about that,
Captain. You know how children are."
  Picard opened his mouth, closed it, then cleared his throat. "I...
ah... I see."
  Sasami stepped towards the main screen. "Miss Washuu? Are you
going to bring us back home?"
  "Sure am, Sasami." Washuu replied confidently. "Tsunami would
never forgive me if I didn't."
  "I take it that you are the one responsible for the increased
tachyon levels?" Picard asked.
  Washuu nodded. "Yes. I've modified my Interdimensional Trans-
Molecular Scanner to open a pathway between our dimension and the
one your in now."
  Picard's eyebrows rose. "You can create pathways to other
dimensions?"
  "Sure can." Washuu smirked. "Got some stuff that's really good
at growing hair, too, if you're interested."
  Picard sighed. "I happen to be very secure in my appearance,
thank you."
  "It was just a suggestion." Washuu replied. "So, Mihoshi, Sasami,
you ready to go?"
  "I sure am!" Mihoshi blurted. "This'll be great... we'll get back
in time for my soap opera, and you can fix my ship for the next
patrol, and Sasami can cook us a great breakfast-"
  "Waitaminute." Washuu interrupted. "What was that you said?"
  "What? What did I say?" Mihoshi gasped. "About Sasami cooking
breakfast? Well, she doesn't *have* to if she doesn't want to."
  "Not that, you dimwit." Washuu said quickly. "Before that."
  "Oh!" Mihoshi smiled. "You mean about fixing my ship?"
  "Yes, that. *Why* do I need to fix your ship?"
  "Because it was damage when we got here of course." Mihoshi
said. "Why else would you need to fix it?"
  "I could list about a couple of dozen reasons off the top of
my head." Washuu retorted. "Exactly *WHAT* was damaged?"
  Mihoshi pursed her lips. "Ummmm.... the engine."
  "It figures." Washuu groaned. "What *part* of the engine?"
  "Ummm.... the part that makes the ship go?"
  On the screen, Washuu fell out of her chair.
  Data rose to his feet and approached the screen. "Miss Washuu,
I believe I can provide more detailed information regarding the
damage done to Mihoshi's vessel."
  Washuu jumped back up. "Ah, that's more like it. Let me have it."
  "From our scans we have determined that both the primary reaction
chamber and magnetic bottling systems are inoperative." Data 
reported. "We do not have the required materials available to
effect repairs. Further, there is a third system connected
to the drive computer that suffered damage. We have yet to
determine its function."
  Washuu's image winked out, to be replaced by a schematic of
a cylindrical object. "Is this it?"
  Data nodded. "Yes."
  Washuu's visage returned, her expression dark. "I was afraid of that."
  "What's the problem, Washuu?" Picard inquired.
  "Well," she said slowly, "That mysterious third system is the
hyperwave propagator. Without it, Mihoshi's ship won't even be
able to enter the pathway, much less navigate through it. Assuming
that the engines worked at all, of course."
  Mihoshi blinked. "Ummmm.... that's bad, right?"
  Washuu nodded gravely. "Yes, very. Without that propagator, there's
no way for you to get back."
    
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Join us tomorrow for the next exciting episode of.... whoops, sorry,
watching too much classic Batman again... gotta get out more  ^_^

Derek