Subject: [fanfic] The Mihoshi Incident, Chapter 4
From: doppleganger@usa.pipeline.com (Derek Sherman)
Date: 8/27/1996, 10:24 AM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

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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Author's note : This is my "official" first 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 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 a small siliconoid life form." The android called 
up more data. "The small life form does not match any silicon- 
based 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* still 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." 
 
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"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 power, not 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. "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 vest 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 
form of Mihoshi. 
  "That's Mihoshi." Sasami answered. "She's a Galaxy Policewoman." 
  "A what??" Doctor Crusher asked from where she was standing near 
the transporter controls, running medical scans with her tricorder. 
  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 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." 
 
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And thus, Chapter 4 comes to a close. As always, C&C is always 
welcommed and appreciated. 
 
Derek