Subject: [fanfic] The Mihoshi Incident, Chapter 4 (final beta)
From: Derek Sherman
Date: 12/9/1996, 9:09 AM
To: FFML
Reply-to:
doppleganger@pipeline.com

Tenchi Trek : The Mihoshi Incident
A Tenchi Muyo/Star Trek crossover

By : Derek Sherman (doppleganger@pipeline.com)

Legal Stuff
---------------------------------------------------------------------
As with all anime fanfics, the characters described herein are the
copyrighted property of their creators, owners, production studios, 
and whoever else might decide to sue me if they thought I was worth 
the trouble.
---------------------------------------------------------------------

Author's note : Although I consider this to be the final rough
draft of this fanfic, if you have any comments, criticisms, or 
similar things (spelling errors, logic errors, anything) then 
don't hesitate to let me know. If it makes it a better 'fic, 
then I'll include it. If not... well, I'll think about it,
at least  ^_^

And now, on with the show!

**********

Chapter 4 - Take Me to Your Leader


"Wow." Sasami gaped, staring at the image of the approaching star-
ship. "It's so big." Ryo-Ohki mewled noisily. "But you're cuter,
Ryo-Ohki." she added, smiling.
  "Uh huh." Mihoshi muttered nervously. "It *is* big. Yukinojo?
Do you recognize it?"
  "No, Mihoshi." the computer replied unhappily. "It does not
conform to any ship design registered in the Galaxy Police Ships
Registry."
  "There's writing on it!" Sasami cried, leaning close to the
screen. "What's it say?"
  "The language is English." Yukinojo reported, a floating screen
popping into existence. "NCC-1701D. USS Enterprise"
  "English?" Mihoshi asked. "You mean its an Earth ship? I didn't
know that they had starships."
  "There is not enough information to deduce the ship's origins,
Mihoshi. There are many contradictions evident besides the 
existence of English on a ship not available to current Earth
technology. Take this design, for example." The screen zoomed in 
on a peculiar-looking symbol on the hull. "There is no 'United 
Federation of Planets' in the Intergalactic Registry of Planetary
Governments."
  "Aliens!" Sasami blurted. "I've always wanted to meet an alien!"
  "They could be dangerous, Sasami!" Mihoshi cautioned. "I mean,
they might be pirates, or very warlike, or religious fanatics,
or even cannibals!" 
  Sasami's expression fell. "You think so? Oh..."
  Mihoshi began to pace. "What do we do? What do we do!?"
---

"Three life forms are confirmed, Captain." Data reported. "Two
humanoid and one small inorganic life form." The android called
up more data. "It does not match any inorganic life forms currently
known to the Federation."
  "Which is how many?" Riker inquired.
  "Four, sir."
  "I see." Picard murmured. "Mr. Worf, maintain a constant sensor
sweep of the area. I want to know immediately if any Romulan
vessels enter the system."
  "Aye, sir."
  "Mr Data, can we hail them?" Riker asked.
  "Negative, sir. Their communication system is inoperative." Data
paused. "However, I am detecting several small robotic devices
performing repairs to the system."
  Riker stroked his beard. "Data, can you estimate the amount of time
required for them to repair their communications?"
  "Approximately one hour, Commander."
  Riker looked at Picard. "Too long."
  "Agreed, Commander." Picard nodded, turning to Troi. "Do you sense 
anything from the crew of that ship?"
  Troi thought for a moment. "There are three distinct personalities
present on that ship. One is quite calm, almost amused, and very
curious. If I didn't know any better I'd say it was the mind of a
child. The second is on the verge of - no, beyond the verge of panic.
I'm having a hard time picking up distinct emotional impressions from
that one."
  "I'd probably be on the verge of panic myself if I was in their
position." Riker observed.
  Troi smiled, adding "The first two are almost human in their emotional
make-up. Or something very close to it."
  "And the third?" Picard asked.
  "Distinctly non-human." Troi admitted. "It's hard to make out
anything specific, but I'm getting a distinct impression that it's
hungry."
  "Hungry?" Picard said incredulously. "Hungry for what?"
  "I can't be certain." Troi said after a moment's thought.
  Picard nodded. "Well, we can't just sit around and wait for them 
to complete repairs. I'd hate to have the Romulans find us sitting
inside the Neutral Zone, rescue mission or not."
  Sir," Worf said, "I highly advise against transporting over to that
ship. It *could* be a Romulan trap."
  "Then what do you suggest, Lieutenant?" Riker asked. "Beam them
aboard?"
  Worf nodded once. "Yes, sir. That way we can keep a closer eye
on them, and the transporter's sensors could detect and neutralize
any weapons or explosives that they might be carrying with them."
  Picard thought for a moment. "Agreed. Commander, go down to 
transporter room two. Have Doctor Crusher meet you there - the
crew might have been injured in their accident."
  "Yes, sir." Riker acknowledged, rising to his feet. "Mister
Worf, have a security detail meet us in transporter room two."
He began striding towards the turbolift. "Bridge to Doctor Crusher."
  "Crusher here."
  "Meet me in transporter room two. We're beaming the crew of an
unidentified vessel over, and there might be injuries."
  "On my way."

---

"Why don't they *DO* something!?" Mihoshi bawled, burying her face
in her hands. "They just keep sitting there!"
  "They're probably trying to figure out why *we're* not doing
anything." Sasami pointed out.
  "I agree with Sasami." Yukinojo said. "The lack of hostile
action from that vessel after so long points to the distinct
possibility that they are not hostile."
  "Then why don't they *say* something!" Mihoshi cried.
  "Mihoshi, our communications system was damaged. It hasn't been
repaired yet." Yukinojo replied. "Further, the system was more
seriously damaged than first thought. It won't be functional for
at least an hour."
  "An hour! We have to wait an hour before we can talk to them!?
Is that what you're telling me?" Mihoshi looked at Yukinoko's
articulated "head" with tear-filled eyes. "What'll we do?"
  "Mihoshi?" Sasami asked, but the distraught woman wasn't
paying any attention to her. "Mihoshi?"
  "Meow?"
  Sighing softly, Sasami looked down at her feet and was silent
for a moment. When she looked back up, her eyes were glistening 
with tears. "Mihoshi?" she said softly, her voice quavering,
"I'm scared."
  Mihoshi's eyes flicked over the the young girl who was gazing
up at her pleadingly. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her eyes 
and glanced at the display, where the unidentified ship was
hanging motionless. "No need to be afraid, Sasami." she said
softly. Then, louder, "I am a member of the Galaxy Police. We're
trained to handle any situation with professionalism and calm!"
She began to smile. "There's nothing to fear! Nothing at all!"
  A slight smile flashed across Sasami's features. "Really?"
  "Of course!" Mihoshi exclaimed. "I can deal with this! I can-"
She glanced down at her tear-soaked uniform. "I can't meet any
aliens looking like this! I've got to change into a fresh 
uniform right away!" She ran into the recreation room. "Be back
in a second!" she called out.
  "Whew." Sasami nodded slowly to herself. Without warning, 
Ryo-Ohki jumped up onto Sasami's head, hissing angrily. "Ryo-Ohki?
What's wrong?" There was an angry buzzing sound in the cockpit, and
a strange tickle was building in Sasami's stomach.
  "I detecting a coherent beam of energy being directed at this
ship!" Yukinojo said. "Mihoshi! Mihoshi! Something's happening!"
  "What?" came the muffled reply, followed almost immediately by
a series of muffled thumps and crashes. "OUCH!"
  Before she could react, Sasami was enveloped in a glittering 
field of light. The tickle in her stomach grew to a pins-and-needles
feeling that spread over her entire body. The cockpit glared 
bluish-white and faded from view.
  Yukinojo was suddenly alone. "Sasami? Mihoshi? Mihoshi?!"

---

"Lieutenant?" the transporter tech queried. "I'm picking up a
weapon in the matter stream. Low yield, not quite as powerful as a
phaser."
  "Is it armed?" Worf asked as the two security men behind him
stiffened.
  "No, sir." the tech replied, checking the readouts. "Charged,
but not armed."
  Worf looked at Riker, who nodded. "Drain the charge from the
weapon." Worf said.
  "Aye, sir." the tech manipulated the controls. "Ready."
  "Bring them aboard." Riker commanded. To Worf and the security
people he said, "Don't draw your phasers... let's be friendly
about this."
  Worf grimmaced, but slowly nodded. "Yes, sir."
  As the transporter field faded, they got their first look at
the unidentified ship's crew.

---

Mihoshi abruptly realized that she was no longer in her closet.
A second later she realized that there was a crowd of strangers
staring at her. Or, more correctly, trying to avoid staring at
her. "W- w- what's g-going on?"
  There was a tug on her pant leg. Sasami whispered "Mihoshi! 
You're top's not on!"
  "What?" Looking down, she realized that Sasami was right. Then
she remembered - she had been rooting through a pile of clothes,
looking for a clean vest and shirt after taking off her tear-soaked 
ones... after taking off... "AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!"
  Sasami jumped off of the transporter pad to get clear of 
Mihoshi's flailing arms. To Riker she said, "Hello."
  From her position on Sasami's head, Ryo-Ohki blinked. "Meow."
  Riker cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Hello. Sorry for
bringing you here on such short notice..." He glanced at the
transporter pad.
  Mihoshi was a blur of motion as she attempted to both cover
herself and pull on the shirt she was holding. "Oh my! Oh my! This
is sooooo embarassing! Oh, God, why doesn't this fit? Oh, my!"
  Averting his eyes, Riker continued, "... but we had no other
way to contact you." He straightened. "I'm Commander William Riker,
and you're aboard the Federation starship Enterprise."
  "Pleased to meet you." Sasami gushed, thrusting out a hand. "My
name is Sasami."
  Riker took her hand in his and shook it. "Sasami, is it?"
  "Mmm-hmmm." She pointed to the cabbit sitting on her head. "This
is Ryo-Ohki."
  Riker smiled. "Pleased to meet you, too."
  Ryo-Ohki smiled back. "Meow!"
  "Who's your companion?" Riker asked, motioning to the flailing
female form on the transporter pad.
  "That's Mihoshi." Sasami answered. "She's a Galaxy Policewoman."
  Doctor Crusher looked up from where she was standing, near the 
transporter controls, running medical scans with her tricorder. "She's
a what?"
  Before Sasami could reply, Mihoshi's wild gyrations brought her to
the edge of the transporter pad. Her foot slipped over the edge, and
she yelped a piercing "YAAIIEE!" as she lost her balance and tumbled 
off the pad. 
  "Look out!" Riker yelled, grabbing Sasami and dodging to one side.
  Mihoshi tumbled past them, shrieking all the way, and crashed into
a startled Worf and his two security men in a blur of arms and legs.
>From somewhere within the pile, a female voice muttered a single word.
"Ouch."
  Riker jumped to his feet and ran over to the tangle of bodies.
"Worf!"
  The two security men climbed to their feet, revealing the Klingon
beneath, Mihoshi (still shirt-less) lying face-down on top of him. He 
spat out a lock of blonde hair and grimmaced. "I'm here, Commander."
  "Are you alright, Lieutenant?" Doctor Crusher inquired, leaning over
him with a tricorder.
  "I will be, Doctor," Worf barked angrily, "as soon as you get this...
this 'person' off of me!"
  "Miss Mihoshi?" Riker asked, touching her softly on the shoulder.
  "Mmmm?" Mihoshi mumbled, raising her head up and looking around the
room. "What happened?" Then she glanced down into a the face of an 
extremely irritated Lieutenant Worf and her face went pale. "Eeep."
  "Mihoshi!" Sasami said, pulling on one of Mihoshi's arms. "Mihoshi,
get up!"
  She looked at Sasami, then back down at Worf. "What? OH! Oh, yes.
I- I'm sorry, so very sorry." She climbed unsteadily to her feet.
  "Mihoshi." Sasami said simply, holding out her shirt and vest.
  Looking down, her face went chalk-white. Mihoshi snatched the 
clothing from Sasami's hands and clamped it to her breast. "Oh, this
is so embarrassing."
  "Miss?" Doctor Crusher said softly to Mihoshi. "I'm Beverly Crusher,
the ship's doctor. I'd like to take you down to our sick bay and make 
sure that you're not injured, if you don't mind."
  "Okay." Mihoshi agreed, nodding slowly. "Can I get dressed, first?"
  "Sure." Doctor Crusher smiled and turned to Sasami. "Would you like
to come along, too?"
  "Can I?" Sasami asked, eyes wide. "Really?"
  "Of course." Doctor Crusher turned to Mihoshi, who had managed to 
pull her shirt on. "Ready?"
  "I guess so." Mihoshi admitted.
  Sasami waved at Riker. "Bye bye, Commander Riker."

After Doctor Crusher had led her charges out of the transporter room,
Riker turned to Worf - who was busy plucking strands of blonde hair
from his uniform. "Still think that it's a Romulan trap, Lieutenant?"
Riker asked, smiling.
  Worf looked at him for a moment before answering. "I haven't
decided, Commander." He made a face and reached up, pulling a
long strand of hair out of his mouth. "Although I don't believe that
Romulans would be so...."
  "So... what?" Riker prodded.
  "Aggravating."

------------------------------------------------------------

Derek