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 5 - Complications 
 
 
Picard let his eyes wander across the command officers seated before 
him. He allowed each of them time to collect their thoughts before  
speaking. "So what do we know about our guests?" 
  Geordi LaForge spoke first. "Well, Captain, we've thoroughly  
scanned their ship. There doesn't seem to be any major structural 
damage, and their on-board systems can repair most of the sub-systems 
that *were* damaged." 
  "Most of them?" Riker asked. 
  "Yes, sir." Geordi rose and walked over to the wall display. He 
called up a schematic of the ship's drive systems. "Their engine 
system were badly damaged. The materials used in the construction 
of their drive system are rather unique." 
  "Can't we simply replicate the required materials?" Picard asked. 
  "Doubtful, sir." Data answered. "Our scans of the ship also 
revealed that it has undergone a quantum shift, resulting in the 
ship's materials being out of phase with our own. It would be 
extremely difficult to replicate materials with the same phasic 
shift, and utilizing materials without the shift could have 
catastrophic results." 
  "What would cause such a shift?" Riker enquired. "The reversed 
neutrino field you detected earlier?" 
  "The reversed neutrino field was a symptom, not the cause." Geordi 
explained. "We believe that the ship has passed through a dimensional 
warp recently. That would account for the disturbance our sensors 
picked up earlier." 
  "So they're not of this dimension?" Worf grumbled. "That would explain 
many things." 
  "Still sore, Lieutenant?" Riker dead-panned. He turned to Councillor 
Troi. "Deanna, have you sensed anything more from them?" 
  "I don't sense any deception from them." Deanna replied. "Nothing to 
indicate that they mean us any harm. If anything, they're as confused 
about all of this as we are." 
  "Captain." Worf interrupted. "Our sensors haven't picked up any sign 
of Romulan activity yet, but it would be foolish to assume that they 
didn't detect the same space-time disturbance that we did." 
  "Indeed." Picard muttered. "Mister LaForge, could we engage a tractor 
beam and tow that ship out of the Neutral Zone?" 
  "Possibly, sir." Geordi answered. "The ship is enveloped in a  
reversed neutrino field, which would weaken the beam considerably. We'd 
need to re-configure the tractor beam emitters to counter the effects 
of the field, and to account for the phasic shift." 
  "How long?" Picard asked. 
  "An hour, maybe more." 
  "Get to work on it immediately." Picard ordered. "Mister Data, assist 
Mister LaForge with the modifications." 
  "Yes, sir." Data rose from his seat and followed Geordi out the door. 
  Picard turned to Riker. "What were your impressions, Commander?" 
  Riker smiled. "Hard to describe, sir." He looked at Worf. "A ditzy 
blonde, a young girl, and a small fuzzy animal. Hardly what I would  
call a competent crew." 
  "Agreed." Worf hissed through his teeth. "Especially that.... that 
'Policewoman.'" He looked at Picard. "If she is a typical example of 
a law enforcement officer, then I would hate to see what the 
criminals are like." 
  Picard nodded slowly. "Perhaps, but it would be premature to judge 
an entire culture on the actions of one individual." He rose to his 
feet. "Picard to Crusher." 
  "Crusher here, Captain." There was a muffled crash in the background, 
and an unidentified woman shouted "Oh, my!" 
  Picard exchanged baffled looks with Riker. "Is everything alright, 
Doctor?" 
  "Perfectly, Jean-Luc." came the reply. "We've just had a small  
accident down here. Nothing we can't take care of." Another crash. 
"I think." 
 
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Beverly sighed and shook her head slowly. "There's no need to apolgize, 
Mihoshi. That med table was old and in need of replacing anyway." 
  "Are you sure?" Mihoshi asked, staring at the bits of optical 
conduit and electronic components poking out of the med table. "I 
mean, all I did was bump into it, and..." 
  "I said that it was okay." Beverly said. "Honestly, it is." 
  "Well, if you say so..." Mihoshi said slowly. 
  Turning away from the mess, Beverly motioned to one of the med 
techs. "Run a micro-cellular scan on her, please." Almost as an 
afterthought, she added, "Be sure to check for abnormal neural 
activity, too." 
  "Yes, ma'am." the tech replied, somewhat nervously. 
  Beverly turned to where Sasami was sitting on one of the beds, 
Ryo-Ohki sitting beside her. Beverly smiled and pulled out her tri- 
corder. "Everything alright over here?" 
  Sasami nodded. "Yes, thank you." 
  "Mrrow." Ryo-ohki mewled plaintively, blinking large eyes at 
Beverly. 
  "She's hungry." Sasami explained. 
  "Oh?" Beverly tapped the tricorder against her palm, then leaned 
down to eye level with Ryo-Ohki. "And what are you hungry for?" 
  "Carrots, of course!" Sasami giggled. "Ryo-Ohki loves carrots." 
  "Carrots? You mean Earth-type carrots?" 
  "Of course." Sasami replied. "What other kind of carrots are 
there?" 
  "Nevermind." To Ryo-Ohki she said, "Let's see if I can get you 
some carrots." Beverly walked over to the replicator. "Computer, I'd 
like three Earth-specific carrots." There was a brief pause, then  
the replicator hummed and three perfectly formed carrots appeared  
in the opening. "Ah, here we are, just li-" 
  In a blur of motion, Ryo-Ohki leapt up to the replicator, grabbed 
the carrots, and ran back to her position beside Sasami where she  
began munching happily. 
  "Ah... right. Okay," Beverly flipped the tricorder open, "Let's 
start with you then, Ryo-Ohki." Before she could start, however, she 
was interrupted by a piercing shriek from the opposite end of sick bay. 
"What is it now?" Beverly turned to see the med tech who had been  
running the micro-cellular scan on Mihoshi dashing across the room. 
  Mihoshi had leapt to her feet and was spinning in a flailing 
circle. "Oh no! Where is it! I just had it, where could it have 
gone?!" Her voice was increasing in pitch with each revolution. "I 
can't have lost it, I just *CAN'T*!" 
  Sasami jumped from the bed. "Mihoshi! What's wrong?" 
  Beverly positioned herself for a flying tackle, then thought better 
of it. "Miss Mihoshi! Please *CALM DOWN*!" she shouted. "If you'll 
tell us what's wrong, I'm sure we can help you." 
  "Wrong? What's wrong? *Everything's* wrong!" Mihoshi shrieked. 
"First Ryoko blows up the bathroom, then we get stuck in an alternate 
dimension, and my chest gets exposed to half the galaxy..." 
  "There were six people, Mihoshi." Sasami pointed out. 
  Mihoshi ignored her, continuing to spin around. "... and now I've  
lost my control cube! I can't believe that it's gone!" 
  "Control cube?" Beverly asked. "What does it look like? Perhaps 
we can find it." 
  Mihoshi's gyrations came to an abrupt stop. "You think so? Oh, 
that's so nice of you! How can I ever-" She paused, her eyes 
crossing. "How can.... I...." 
  "Mihoshi?" Sasami asked, stepping up beside her. "What is it?" 
  "I... feel dizzy." Mihoshi muttered, and promptly fell over 
backwards. 
  "Is she *always* like this?" Beverly muttered. 
  Sasami looked at her and nodded. "Uh-huh." 
 
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"You want permission to beam back over to your ship so that you can 
retrieve this 'control cube' of yours?" Riker asked. 
  Mihoshi nodded shyly. "Uh-huh." 
  Picard looked around the bridge, thinking. "What function does this 
'cube' of yours perform, that you need it so badly?" 
  Mihoshi shifted her weight from foot to foot. "Well, it's a standard 
control cube... you use it to transport from place to place, to summon 
important items, to... um...." she scratched her head, "to... well, it 
makes some excellent coffee, by the way. Did I mention that?" 
  Picard leaned to the side. "Councillor?" 
  "I sense no deception from her, Captain." Troi answered. "She *is* 
desperate to get this cube of hers back, but there's no malice in her 
desire for it." Troi concentrated for a moment. "If anything, I think 
the device is more of a security blanket for her." 
  Riker, who had been listening carefully, nodded. "It might be worth 
it to get this cube for her," he glanced at Mihoshi, who was still  
listing uses for her control cube, "if it will serve to calm her down." 
  "Good point, Number One." Picard agreed. "Considering the damage 
done to sick b-" 
  "Captain," Worf interrupted, "We're being hailed." 
  Riker jumped to his feet. "Romulans?" 
  "Negative, sir." Worf frowned. "The signal is coming from her ship."  
He indicated Mihoshi with a curt nod. 
  "...hot chocolate, although I haven't quite figured out how to get 
it to add those teeny marshmallows..." 
  "I thought there wasn't anyone else aboard." Picard turned to face 
Worf. "Did our scans miss something?" 
  "Scans still show no life signs aboard that vessel." Data replied. 
  "Then who the hell is hailing us?" Riker inquired. 
  "There's one way to find out." Picard rose to his feet and tugged 
the hem of his shirt. "Mister Worf, on screen." 
  The view of Mihoshi's ship winked out and was replaced by the 
face of Yukinojo. "Mihoshi! What happened to you!" 
  "...and it's great at emptying out the trash containers on the 
ship," Mihoshi grimmaced, "they get so yucky sometimes. It's also 
good for getting those little dust rabbits out from under the-" 
  "MIHOSHI!" Yukinojo shouted, his face enlarging to fill the 
screen. 
  Mihoshi leapt three feet in the air and performed a half-twist, 
coming to rest facing the screen. "Wha... Yukinojo! How'd you get 
over here?" She stepped back from the screen. "And how did you get 
so big?" 
  "Mihoshi." Picard stepped up to her. "Who is that?" 
  "Oh, that's just Yukinojo." She smiled. "My ship's computer. Why?" 
  "Computer." Riker sighed wearily, falling back into his seat. 
"I'm getting too old for this." He glanced over at Troi, who was 
trying to stifle a smile. "What?" 
  "Mihoshi, you disappeared from this ship over an hour ago. The 
sensors tracked you to that ship." Yukinojo pulled back from the 
video pick-up. "It has taken me this long to repair the  
communications system so that I could contact you." He paused. "Are 
you alright? And where is Princess Sasami?" 
  Picard raised an eyebrow. "Princess?" 
  Mihoshi smiled, noddding. "She's down in the cafeteria with Ryo-Ohki, 
of course." She scratched her head. "By the way, have you seen my  
control cube?" 
  "Yes, Mihoshi." Yukinojo replied. "You left it here when you... 
departed... so abruptly." 
  She sighed in relief. "I did? That's great! Well, I mean, it's 
*not* great, but it's great that you know where it is. I thought 
I had lost it forever and I..." 
  Picard shook his head slowly and returned to his seat. He thumbed 
a button on his seat. "Transporter room three, stand by to beam Miss 
Mihoshi directly from the bridge to her ship." 
  "Standing by, sir." 
  "Mihoshi?" Picard said, trying to interrupt her. "Mihoshi?" 
  "...really bad if you ever lose one of them, and..." she realized 
that she was being spoken to. "Yes? What is it, Captain?" 
  "We're ready to beam you over to your ship so that you can 
retrieve your cube." 
  "You are? Thank you! Thank you very much." She straightened, trying 
to look professional. "Ready to go." 
  Picard sighed. "Transporter room three? Energize." 
  "Perhaps we could leave her over there." Worf wondered aloud. 
  Riker laughed. "Why, Mister Worf. She's hour guest. It would be rude 
not to bring her back." 
  "Perhaps, Commander, but it would also be safer." Worf's attention 
was drawn to a warning tone. "Captain! Romulan warbird decloaking!" 
  "Red alert!" Picard commanded. "On screen!" 
  The main viewscreen shimmered, changing to reveal a Romulan warship 
decloaking directly opposite Mihoshi's ship. 
  "Captain, their weapons are armed and locking on us!" Worf reported. 
  "Transporter room three, get Mihoshi back here!" Riker ordered. 
  "I've lost the lock on her, sir." the transporter tech replied. "I 
can re-establish it!" 
  "Is it the Romulans?" Picard asked. 
  Data checked his console. "Negative, Captain. The transporter is being 
blocked by a randomized ionic field. The field is not being generated 
by the Romulan ship." 
  "Then who?" Picard inquired. 
  Data paused. "Unknown." 
  Riker looked at Picard. "What the hell's going on here?" 
 
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And so ends chapter 5. Anyone care to guess who's behind the 
"randomized ionic field"? 
 
Derek