The Mihoshi Incident 
A Tenchi Muyo/Star Trek crossover 
 
By : Derek Sherman (doppleganger@usa.pipeline.com or mondomage@aol.com) 
 
Legal Stuff 
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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.  ^_^ 
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Author's note : This is my first "official" foray into the territory 
of crossovers, and into both the Tenchi Muyo and Star Trek universes. 
If you have any comments at all about this work of mine - be they 
good, bad, or indifferent - please send them!  
 
And now, on with the show! 
 
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Chapter 1 - Off We Go.... 
 
 
It was a peaceful scene, one that many people would dream of. A  
distinguished-looking home nestled on the shore of a calm lake,  
surrounded by forested hills. A mild breeze rustles the leaves.  
Birds and insects call out ceaselessly to whomever was listening.  
A handful of white, puffy clouds crawl lazily across the sapphire 
sky.  
  Yes, a beautiful scene. 
  Suddenly, a loud explosion shocks the birds to silence. A cloud 
of dense black smoke erupts from several windows on the house's  
upper floor. Startled shouts and screams come from inside the house. 
Another explosion, and even more smoke belches out of the upper windows.  
Now, distinct voices can be made out. 
  A woman's voice, shrill and deafening. "Ryoko! Look at this mess! 
How could you *DO* such a thing?!" 
  Another woman, her voice defiant. "Hey! Don't you go blaming me  
for this! Washu never told me that this thing would blow up at the  
highest setting!" 
  "Don't go trying to shift the blame, Ryoko! You shouldn't have  
taken that thing from Washu's lab in the first place! What *is*  
that... device... anyway?" 
  A harsh laugh. "You mean to tell me that you don't know what this 
is?" A barrage of laughter. "Boy, you *ARE* an inexperienced one,  
aren't you?" 
  "WHAT?! Why, you.... you.... demon!" 
  A third woman's voice joins the chorus. "Will you two please stop 
it! I mean, what's done is done, and there's no use arguing about  
it if it's already done, right?" 
  The first two women, in unison, "Shut up, Mihoshi!" 
  Now a man's voice, "What the...? What are you doing to my house 
now? Geez!" 
  The defiant woman again, now apologetic. "Tenchi! Why, I.... uh.... 
I was doing some.... uh.... redecorating!" 
  Yet another female voice, this one noticeably younger-sounding.  
"Dinner's ready!" 
 
Yet another normal day in the Masaki household. 
 
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Mihoshi held a pillow in a close, smothering embrace, giggling almost  
hysterically. Despite the interruption, she hadn't missed as much of  
her favorite show as she had feared. Marthus had apologized profusely  
and proclaimed his undying love, and even gone so far as to adopt the  
two illegitimate hatchlings that he had sired. Janus had taken him back 
into her house and it looked like they were going to live happily ever 
after. Life was good. 
  So enraptured was she in her own joy at that moment that Mihoshi  
didn't feel the hand on her shoulder at first. It wasn't until the  
fifth "Mihoshi!" that she realized someone was talking to her. 
  She looked up from the pillow. It was Sasami, Ryo-ohki perched on  
her head. "Oh! Sasami! I didn't see you there. What is it?" 
  Sasami smiled. "You're watch is ringing." 
  "Huh?" Mihoshi glanced at the multi-purpose communicator/criminal 
detector/temporal indicator strapped to her wrist. "Why, you're  
absolutely right Sasami! Thank you very much." 
  "Sure." Sasami replied, smiling. 
  Mihoshi smiled back and pressed the communications button. "Yes?" 
  "MIHOSHI!" Yukinojo's distraught voice blared from the communicator. 
"I've been trying to contact you for over an hour! Where have you  
been!?" 
  "What? Oh, I was.... ah.... I was... well..." 
  "Never mind that," the impatient computer interrupted. "It's time for 
us to start our patrol of the system." 
  "Already? But we just patrolled it..." Mihoshi tried to count off the 
days on her fingers. "Um... last week!" 
  "Eight days ago, to be exact." the computer clarified. "And we're  
supposed to patrol the system once a week - which is seven days. We're 
behind schedule!" 
  Mihoshi absorbed the logic of that and nodded. "You're so very right, 
Yukinojo. We'd better get going, then." 
  "I'll be waiting for you're arrival, Mihoshi." 
  Tossing the pillow aside, Mihosi jumped to her feet. "I've got a  
duty to perform!" she shouted happily. "It's time to patrol the solar 
system!" 
  "Really?" Sasami asked, her eyes sparkling. "Can I go with you?" 
Ryo-Ohki cocked her head to one side and meowed expectantly. "I mean, 
can *we* go with you? Please?" 
  Mihoshi paused. "Well, I suppose you could, but don't you have to  
prepare dinner for everyone? We could be gone for a while." 
  The young Juraian princess shook her head. "No, Ayeka's cooking  
dinner tonight. She said she wanted to fix something special for  
Tenchi." 
  "Ah." Mihoshi pulled a white puff-ball out of her pocket, compressed 
it, and smiled as the fluffy ball turned into a pink cube. "Well, I  
guess it's alright then. Are you ready?" 
  "Just a second." Sasami said, running over and poking her head into 
the kitchen. "Ayeka! Ryo-Ohki and I are going out with Mihoshi! Be  
back soon!" 
  Ayeka, whose head was buried beneath the sink, gave a muffled  
reply. 
  Running back over to where Mihoshi was standing, Sasami nodded once. 
"Ready." 
  "Mrrow!" Ryo-Ohki agreed. 
  "Okay, here we go!" Mihoshi gave the cube a twist, and the trio  
vanished. 
 
  Ayeka walked out of the kitchen, bits of carrot and potato peelings 
visible in her hair and on her clothing. "Sasami? Going where?" She  
looked around. "Sasami? Hmph. Now where did they get off too?" 
  There was a brief roar outside. By the time Ayeka reached the large 
sliding glass doors, Mihoshi's ship was but a tiny speck of light 
climbing into the sky. Hand over her mouth, all she could bring herself 
to say was "Oh, my." 
 
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Contrary to what many science-fiction shows would have one believe,  
space is basically a vast expanse of nothing. Mighty planets, blazing 
stars, glowing galaxies, beautiful to the last - but all were separated 
from one another by unimaginable distances of nothing. Even ships  
travelling at superluminal speeds must travel for long periods of time  
before coming upon anything of interest, no matter how meager. Long  
periods of time that often lead to intense boredom. What's a person to  
do? 
  Some species put their spaceship crews in suspended animation for  
the duration. Others use computer generated virtual reality simulations 
to keep crews alert. One species went so far as to keep busy by playing  
certain collectable card games smuggled from the off-limits planetoid 
known as Earth to keep it's starship staffers from going insane during 
the long journeys. There were as many methods as there were space-faring 
races. 
  And, contrary to over three dozen GP regulations, if you were a  
certain Galaxy Policeperson, you watched soap operas. 
 
"Mihoshi? What are they doing?" 
  "Ummm.... they're kissing." 
  "They are?" Sasami leaned closer to the screen. "I've never seen  
anyone kiss like that before." 
  Ryo-Ohki nodded in agreement. "Meow-ow!" 
  "Well, you see... they're Octarians, and Octarians don't have.... 
um, well..... they don't..." Mihoshi buried her face in her hands. "Oh, 
this is so embarrassing!" She stammered for a few more minutes before 
finally stating "That's just the way they do it." 
  Sasami seemed satisfied with the answer and turned back to watch 
the show some more. 
  Glad to have passed that hurdle, Mihoshi leaned back on the couch 
and sighed... only to gasp as a loud alarm blared out of a nearby 
speaker. She jumped to her feet, knocking over a table and several 
chairs in the process.  
  Yukinojo's voice rang out from the command center. "Mihoshi!" 
  Mihoshi stumbled into the command center, stubbing her toes against 
an overturned chair. "Ouch! My foot!" She began leaping around, her 
injured foot in her hands. "Ow!Ow!Ow!Ow!" 
  "Mihoshi! Mihoshi! MIHOSHI!" the computer was shouting now, 
its articulated head bobbing up and down in agitation. 
  "Hmm?" Looking up from her foot, Mihoshi noticed that several 
alarms were ringing now. "What's going on, Yukinojo?" 
  "What's happening, Mihoshi?" Sasami inquired, stepping carefully 
around the overturned chair. 
  "Mihoshi, sensors are picking up an anomalous energy surge ahead 
of us." Yukinojo moved closer to Mihoshi. "Regulation 167 sub- 
paragraph 4 states that all anomalous energy readings should be  
investigated." 
  "Oh, okay." Mihoshi turned to the young princess. "Sasami, 
strap yourself into a chair and hang on! I've got some Police 
work to do!" 
  "All right!" Sasami squealed in delight. "Finally we get to see 
some action! Ready, Ryo-Ohki?" 
  The cabbit's ears perked up. "Mrreow-ow!"  
  Strapping herself in the command chair, Mihoshi paused a moment to 
adjust the blue GP-issue cap that sat on her head. "Okay, Yukinojo... 
let's go see what's up with that anona... amona... amolama... that  
energy surge you mentioned." 
  "Right away, Mihoshi!" 
 
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That's the end of chapter 1. As always any and all C&C is 
welcommed and appreciated. Just be kind to me if you 
don't like it  ^_^ 
 
Derek