The Mihoshi Incident
A Tenchi Muyo/Star Trek crossover
By : Derek Sherman (doppleganger@usa.pipeline.com or mondomage@aol.com)
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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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First off, I'd like to thank everyone who's written me with words of
support and items of criticism. All are greatly appreciated! Now
heeeeeeeere's Mihoshi and co.!
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Chapter 3 - Do We Panic Now?
"Captain," Lt. Worf reported. "The probe has entered the Hrakkin
system. All sensors functional."
"Good." Picard said. "Now let's see what's going on. Data, any
sign of Romulan ships or installations?"
"Negative, sir." Data cocked his head slightly to one side.
"However, I am detecting minor energy emmissions from an object
in orbit around Hrakkin 2."
"What sort of emmissions?" Riker asked, stepping up beside the
Captain.
Data's hands went to work. "Low-energy plasma. The rate of
emmission is varying sporadically, and is consistent with the
uncontrolled lost of previously contained material."
Riker suppressed a smile. "It sprang a leak, whatever 'it'
is."
"Yes, sir." Data replied, turning slightly to favor Riker
with a look. "That is what I said." He turned back to the control
panel. "There is also a minor neutrino field in evidence around the
object."
"Is the probe close enough to give us a visual on the object?"
Picard inquired.
"Yes, sir."
"Let's take a look at it. On screen."
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Yukinojo bobbed in agitation. "Mihoshi, I have completed the system
diagnostics." There was no reply. "Mihoshi? Mihoshi!"
Mihoshi's muffled voice came from under the command console. "So
*that's* where that book went! I always wondered what-"
"MIHOSHI!"
"Mmm?" Her head popped up. "What is it, Yukinojo?"
"I said that I have completed the system diagnostics." the
computer replied. "I have prepared a list of damaged systems."
"Oh, okay." She climbed out from under the console, a dog-eared
'Solarian Romance' novel clutched protectively to her breast. "What
kind of damage?"
Several screens popped up, showing various parts of the ship in
green. Angry red highlights dotted the schematics. "As you can see,"
Yukinojo explained, "we have suffered damage to the primary sensor
net, the communications relay, and the weapon systems." He paused
as the various screens zoomed in on the damaged areas. "We have also
suffered severe damage to the drive systems."
"Can they be repaired?" Mihoshi asked quietly, flipping through
the novel.
Yukinojo nodded once. "The sensor, communications, and weapon
systems can be easily repaired. However," One screen grew in size
and zeroed in on the back half of the ship "The drive system has
suffered extensive damage to both the reaction chamber and
magnetic bottling systems. Neither can be repaired by the on-board
damage control units."
Sasami, who had been listening from the back room, entered the
cockpit, her eyes wide. "You mean we're stranded?"
Ryo-Ohki's eyes glistened. "Meow?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Yukinojo admitted. "The drive systems require
materials not available to me at this time."
Mihoshi looked up from her book and uttered a small sob. "Stranded?"
"Meow! MRROW!" Ryo-Ohki leapt from Sasami's head and danced around
her feet.
"What about Ryo-Ohki?" Sasami asked, picking the cabbit up and
holding her close. "She can turn into a spaceship."
"While my programming strongly rejects the idea of relying on a
known criminal starship for assistance, that may be our only
choice." Yukinojo acknowledged.
"Stranded?" Mihoshi muttered again, tears beginning to flow.
"There is one other problem." the ship's computer added. "I do
not believe we are in our home dimension any longer. The space-
time rip we passed through was powerful enough to catapult us
into any number of alternate dimensions." A screen appeared,
data flowing across it faster than Sasami could read. "Data
gathered by the sensors before the main array was damaged
definitely indicates that we passed through at least 14 distinct
dimensions before coming to a stop here."
"Oh my God! We're stranded!!" Mihoshi cried, falling backwards
into her seat. "We'll never get back!"
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"It's not Romulan, then." Riker noted.
Data nodded. "Indeed. This craft does not match any known
Romulan design scheme, past or present. Further, it does not
match any known design for any of the races encountered by the
Federation up to this time."
Picard half-turned as the turbo-lift doors swished open and
Councillor Troi stepped onto the bridge. "Ah, Councillor. We seem
to have a quandry on our hands." He turned back to Data. "Any life
signs?"
"The probe's sensors indicate three possible life forms on the
craft. Two are confirmed as humanoid life forms."
"And the third?" Troi asked, joining the group that had
gathered around Data's console.
"Inconclusive." Data replied. "The data indicates that the third
could be a silicon-based life form. The probe's sensors are too
limited to make a positive identification."
"Silicon-based?" Picard exclaimed. "This is getting more interesting
every minute." He motioned to Riker and Troi, and the three of them
returned to their seats. "Opinions?"
"I think we should offer our assistance to that vessel." Troi
responded. "They're definitely in distress."
"And enter the Neutral Zone, in violation of treaty?" Riker
pointed out. "Doing so would be viewed as a provocation by the
Romulans."
Picard nodded. "Indeed. But we do have a duty to render assistance
to any ship that's in distress."
"It could be a Romulan trap." Riker added. "It would be just like
them to try and lure us in with a distress call."
"Commander." Data commented, "The probe's sensors indicate that
damage to the vessel's systems has rendered their communications
inoperative." He turned to look at Riker. "Their primary drive and
weapons as well."
"Hard to send a distress call when your communications are
out of order." Troi commented, smiling at Riker, who shook his
head and smiled back.
"Very true." Picard agreed, rubbing his chin. "Mr. Data, set a
course for the Hrakkin system. Warp factor 6."
"Captain?" Mr. Worf growled from his position.
"Yellow alert, Mr. Worf." Picard said. "Just in case."
"Course set, sir."
"Engage."
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"Mihoshi, calm down!" Sasami pleaded. "There's no use in getting
all upset if there's still a chance for us to get home."
Tears cascading down her cheeks, Mihoshi's worbs came out more
like sobs. "But <sob>, Yukinojo said <sniff> that we were trapped
<sniff, sob> in another dimension! <sob>"
"Actually, Mihoshi." Yukinojo pointed out. "All I said was that
it was extremely likely that we were not in our home dimension
any longer. There is a .52 percent chance that we returned to our
home dimension before the effects of the space-time rip faded."
"See?" Sasami said.
Ryo-Ohki bobbed in agreement. "Meow!"
Blinking away her tears, Mihoshi sniffed. "Really? Is that
true, Yukinojo?"
"I am not programmed to lie, Mihoshi."
A beeping tone sounded in the cockpit, and Mihoshi leapt out
of her seat with a scream. "What is it now!?"
"The damage control system has succeeded in repairing the sensor
grid, Mihoshi." Yukinojo replied. "I am conducting a sweep of the
system in an attempt to determine our location."
"Oh." Mihoshi sighed, turning to Sasami. "You were absolutely
right, Sasami. Thank you."
"Meow!"
"And thank you too, Ryo-Ohki." Mihoshi giggled, patting the
cabbit softly on the head.
"Mihoshi!" Yukinojo called. "An unidentified starship is
approaching us!"
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And that's the end of chapter 3. C&C is always welcome.
Derek