The Mihoshi Incident
A Tenchi Muyo/Star Trek crossover

By : Derek Sherman (doppleganger@pipeline.com)

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Author's note : This fanfic is a rough draft, and as such is
probably chock full of spelling errors and other insundry mistakes.
If you spot any, or feel that something's just not right, don't
hesitate to let me know. All I ask is that you be kind to me. I
bruise easy.

And now, on with the show!

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Chapter 8 - Back to Square One


"SHE DID WHAT?!" Captain Kila's voice rang out of the PA, echoing
painfully throughout the room.
  Marik winced, massaging his ears. "She... ah... she ejected the
warp core, Captain."
  There was a noticeable pause. "And how exactly did she manage
to do that?"
  Marik glanced at the Chief Engineer. "As far as I can tell,
she managed to enter the Command Authorization Code correctly
and then activate the ejection sequence."
  "I see." There was another pause. "Have you captured the saboteur?"
  "Yes, Captain." He allowed himself a slight smile. "Yes, we have."
  From inside a small room nearby, a plaintive wail could be
heard. "How am I supposed to do this with you guys watching
me? I mean... oh, this is so embarrassing... I mean, well,
I just can't *DO* this with you watching me!" She giggled
nervously. "It's hard enough trying to do this when I keep floating
off of the seat, but with you watching me..." There was a grunted 
reply in Romulan. "Oh... um... this is *SO* embarrassing... um...
could you at least turn around, then? Please?"

---

"Why would they eject their warp core?" Riker asked incredulously.
  "Unknown." Data replied from the Engineering station behind Worf.
"Sensors registered nothing amiss with the core."
  Riker frowned. "Yet they ejected it anyway?"
  "Yes, Commander." Data paused. "If I may point out, Miss Mihoshi
seems to have a prediliction for causing inadvertant reactions in
both personnel and equipment."
  "She's a menace." Worf growled under his breath.
  Data paused, then nodded. "The ejection of the Yev'ash's warp
core could be a result of her being on board."
  Riker glanced back at Beverly and Sasami, then at Troi. "Deanna,
are you sensing anything?"
  Troi thought for a moment. "It's difficult to make out any 
individual emotions." she admitted. "I can only say for certain
that the crew of Romulan vessel is highly confused, and becoming
moreso."
  "This entire situation is becoming more confused." Picard 
commented. "Tranporter room, have you locked onto Mihoshi?"
  "Almost got her, Captain." the tech reported. "A few more
moments."

---

A very relieved Mihoshi floated out of the toilet room. "Thank
you. Thank you so very much... I feel a lot better now."
  "I'm glad." Commander Marik motioned to two guards. "Seize
her."
  "What are you doing?" Mihoshi blurted, wriggling ineffectively
in the grasp of two Romulans. "I wiped the seat! Honest!"
  Marik's eyes narrowed. "That's not the reason!" he shouted.
"You have come aboard this vessel without permission..."
  "It was an accident!" Mihoshi wailed.
  "...caused severe damage to our equipment..."
  "All I did was open the door!"
  "...intentionally diverted personnel away from Engineering..."
  "I got lost!"
  "...and broke in here to cripple this vessel!"
  "I was looking for the toilet!" Mihoshi cried, tears filling
her eyes.
  "You are a Federation saboteur!" Marik shouted.
  "No, I'm a Galaxy Police Officer." Mihoshi pouted. "I told
Captain Kila that... you can ask her. She'll vouch for me."
  "Gah!" Marik cursed, the force of the outburst propelling 
him backwards through the room. "I never would have believed
that a Federation saboteur could be so aggravating!"
  "But I'm not a sabo-whatever! I'm a Galaxy Police Officer!"
Mihoshi blinked. "Honest." Her eyes widened slightly. "I feel
funny." she mumbled, clutching her stomach.
  "I don't care what you feel." Marik stated bluntly. "I..."
He blinked as Mihoshi was enveloped by a glittering field of
light. "Oh, damn!"
  Mihoshi sniffed. "There's no need..."
---

The transporter field faded, Mihoshi standing in front of the
main screen. "...to be so rude about..." She blinked. "Oh,
hello everyone."
  "Mihoshi!" Sasami exclaimed, running over to her. "You're
back!"
  "I guess so." Mihoshi replied, looking around. "All this
popping back and forth is confusing me."
  Riker walked up, clearing his throat. "Miss Mihoshi, are
you alright?" She nodded, and Riker frowned slightly. "Nothing...
odd... happened while you were over there?"
  Mihoshi thought for a moment. "Ummmm..... well, it *did* take
a long time to find the toilet."
  "The what?" Riker blurted. He looked back at Picard, who raised
an eyebrow. Riker turned back to Mihoshi. "Never mind."
  Picard straightened the hem on his shirt. "Mihoshi, if you would
be so kind as to go with Doctor Crusher down to sick bay, we'd like
to ensure that you're unharmed." He glanced over at Beverly, who
was trying to hide a look of dismay. "Right, Doctor?"
  Beverly sighed. "Right, Captain." To Mihoshi, she said simply,
"This way, please."
  "Can I come too?" Sasami inquired. "I want to see how Ryo-Ohki
is doing."
  "Sure you can." Beverly replied, smiling as she motioned to the
open turbolift. "Right this way."
  Picard turned to Riker. "Number One, why don't you go with them.
Let me know if anything turns up."
  Riker nodded. "Yes, sir."
  "One more thing." Picard added quietly. "Make sure that Mihoshi
doesn't start wandering around the ship unescorted."
  Riker frowned. "You expecting trouble, Captain?"
  "Not at all." Picard said, shaking his head. "But it's a wise man
who takes precautions. I'd rather not see the Enterprise's warp core
floating aimlessly through space."
  Riker suppressed a smile. "Understood, Captain. I'll keep an eye
on her."

---

Sasami uttered a muffled whistle of appreciation as she leaned closer
to the transparent cylinder, staring wide-eyed at the rainbow-hued
liquid within. "What is it?" she asked quietly.
  Beverly looked up from the tricorder she was using to scan Mihoshi
with. "That's Tiberian plankton."
  "It's beautiful." Sasami breathed. "What's it for?"
  "We're taking samples of it to Starbase 221 so they can study it for
possible medicinal uses." Beverly closed the tricorder. "Well, Mihoshi,
it seems that you're in perfect health."
  Mihoshi, who was sitting on a med bed, smiled. "That's good to hear."
There was a muffled gurgling sound, and Mihoshi's hand flew to her
stomach. "Oh, my! Pardon me!" she gushed, face reddening. "I'm a 
bit hungry."
  Riker, standing next to Sasami, smiled. "No need to apologize."
  "I'm hungry, too." Sasami added, looking up at Riker. "Can we get
something to eat?"
  Riker thought for a moment. "I don't see why not. I'll take you down
to Ten Forward. There's bound to be something you'll like there."
  Sasami looked over to the corner where Ryo-Ohki was happily munching
on a carrot. "Ryo-Ohki! We're going to get something to eat." The cabbit
mewed happily and jumped up onto her head. Sasami giggled, then turned
to Riker. "Ready."
  Riker looked over at Mihoshi, who was peering into the reflective
surface of a nearby control panel. "Ready, Mihoshi?"
  "...oh my, just look at my hair! It's a mess!"
  "Mihoshi?" Riker tried again.
  "What?" Mihoshi blurted, quickly straightening. "Oh! Yes, yes,
I'm ready."
  "Right this way, ladies." Riker said, directing them towards
the door.
  Beverly watched them go, then sighed and rubbed her face with
both hands. "Thank God..."
  A male tech walked over to her, data pad in hand. "Doctor?"
  "Hmmm?" Beverly looked up. "What is it, Michael?"
  "I, uh, I ran a sequence of physical scans of that small creature
while you were away..."
  "Ryo-Ohki, you mean?" Beverly sighed. "And?"
  Michael held out the data pad. "Better see for yourself."

---

The double-doors slid quietly open, and the quartet entered the
bustling chaos that was Ten Forward. Riker expertly guided them through
the crowd towards an empty table near the forward edge of the room.
  "Wow, so many people." Mihoshi commented, cautiously lowering herself
into a chair.
  Sasami was staring out the large viewport that dominated one wall of
the room. "Such a beautiful view!"
  Riker smiled. "Glad you like it." He turned as a familiar figure
approached. "Ah, Guinan. Just the woman I was looking for."
  "Not while I'm on duty, Commander." Guinan smiled. "And who do we
have here?"
  "This is Mihoshi and Sasami."
  "MREOW!"
  "And Ryo-Ohki." Riker added quickly.
  Guinan nodded. "Ah, our three guests from the stranded starship.
I was wondering if I was going to get a chance to meet them."
  Riker turned to Mihoshi and Sasami. "This is Guinan. She's the
host of Ten Forward."
  "Pleased to meet you." Mihoshi commented. Her stomach growled
noisily. "Oh, my! How embarrassing."
  Guinan smiled. "Sounds like you've come to the right place. What
can I get for you? Commander?"
  Riker held up both hands. "Nothing for me, thanks."
  "Mihoshi?"
  Mihoshi pursed her lips. "Gee, I don't know... what do you have?"
  "Anything you can dream up, I can whip up." Guinan replied, smiling.
"Or, you can let me choose for you. They say I have a knack for
picking dishes that people like."
  Riker nodded. "Trust her, she does."
  "I'll let you choose for me." Sasami commented happily.
  Mihoshi nodded. "So will I."
  "Meow?" Ryo-Ohki added.
  Guinan's eyebrows rose slightly. "I'll choose something for you,
too." With that, she turned and headed back to the bar.
  Data's voice sounded from Riker's com-badge, "Data to Commander 
Riker." 
  Riker sighed. "What is it, Data?"
  "Commander, I have some information regarding the repairs to
Mihoshi's vessel. Can you join me in Engineering?"
  Riker glanced at his charges. "I'm a little busy right now, Data."
He paused. "Why don't *you* join *me* in Ten Forward?"
  "Acknowledged, Commander."
  "Mister Data's coming to join us?" Sasami asked.
  "Looks like it." Riker replied.
  
---

"Captain, we are being hailed by the Yev'ash." Worf reported.
  Picard sighed, casting a glance at Troi as he did so. "On screen."
  The starfield was replaced by the face of Commander Marik. "This
is Commander Marik of the Yev'ash. I demand that you return the
Federation saboteur known as Mihoshi to us immediately."
  Picard rose to his feet, tugging on the hem of his shirt. "I
am afraid that Miss Mihoshi is not ours to give. She's not a
member of the Federation, and is aboard this vessel as a guest."
  Marik's eyes narrowed. "You deny sending her to this vessel
in order to conduct a mission of espionage and destruction?"
  "As I said, Mihoshi is not a Federation citizen, nor a member of
StarFleet." 
  "I don't believe you." Marik hissed.
  Picard hesitated a moment. "Commander, how exactly *did* Mihoshi
get aboard your vessel?"
  Marik frowned. "We don't know."
  "Did your sensors register a transporter trace?"
  His frown deepened. "No."
  "Was there ever a point in time during this encounter that your
shields were down?" Picard asked.
  Marik sighed heavily. "Not until after she was already aboard. 
Captain Picard, if you will give me a moment?"
  Picard inclined his head slightly. "Of course, Commander." He
turned to Troi, signalling Worf to cut the audio as he did so.
"Councillor?"
  "He believes that Mihoshi is not a Federation agent, Captain."
Troi replied. "However, he is at a loss to explain what has happened
to his ship, and he fears the repurcussions that may result. He's
attempting to save face."
  "Having one's ship crippled by an incompetent would be severely
detrimental to one's career." Worf muttered.
  Picard nodded. "Indeed. Mister Worf, audio on."
  After several more moments, Marik returned to view. "Captain,
it seems Captain Kila has suffered a neurological breakdown as
a result of this event." He paused. "I have taken command in her
absence."
  "I'm sorry to hear about your Captain's dilemna." Picard
replied honestly. "Is there anything we can do to assist you?"
  Marik hesitated. "I shall... let you know."
  "Fair enough, Commander."
  
---

Data and Guinan reached the table at the same time. Guinan spoke
first, "Ah, Data. Is there anything I can get you?"
  Data shook his head. "No thank you, Guinan."
  "Too bad." Guinan mused, setting down a large bowl of steaming
liquid in front of Mihoshi. "This is for you. It's Acamerian
mudfish soup. Considered to be a great delicacy by many species."
Next she sat down a smaller bowl. "And here's your drink."
  "Thank you." Mihoshi bowed her head slightly, picking up the
smaller bowl and taking a sip. "Sake! How did you know?"
  Guinan smiled sagely. "Like I said, I have a knack." She turned
to Sasami. "And this is for you." She placed a plate of whitish
cubes drenched in orange-colored gravy in front of her. "Poached 
Calamarian kinepsis steaks. With a large glass of Imerthol fruit
punch."
  Sasami bowed politely. "Thank you very much.
  Ryo-Ohki's ears shot up. "Mreow? Meow! Meow!"
  Guinan laughed. "I didn't forget you." She sat another plate
on the table. "Earth-style carrot cake."
  "Meee-yow!" the cabbit cried, hopping down onto the table.
  "Enjoy." Guinan said laughingly. "I'll be back to check on
you later."
  Riker turned to Data, who had seated himself across the table,
between Sasami and Mihoshi. "So what was it you needed to tell me,
Data?"
  "We've nearly completed repairs to Mihoshi's vessel, Commander."
Data replied. "However, we are unable to replicate three key pieces
of equipment required to complete repairs to the ship's drive."
  Riker nodded slowly. "I recall you talking about that earlier. Is
there any way to improvise a solution? Even a temporary one?"
  "Commander LaForge and I have been attempting to devise a way to 
do just that, but he has been unsuccessful so far." Data turned to
look at Sasami, who was staring at him. "Is there something about
me you find curious?"
  Sasami blushed slightly. "I've never seen an android before." she
admitted. "Sorry."
  "There is no need to apologize." Data pointed out. "I am incapable
of emotions, and thus you cannot inadvertantly 'hurt my feelings'."
  "No emotions?" Sasami asked. "Oh... that must be terrible."
  Data was about to reply, but Riker interrupted. "Data... was there
anything else?"
  "Not at this time, Commander." Data replied. "I must point out, 
Commander, that without a functioning drive system Mihoshi's vessel
is effectively useless as a means of transport."
  Riker sighed. "Well, we'll have to tow them back to Federation
space, to avoid any further 'incidents' with the Romulans, and
decide what to do from there."
  "We can use Ryo-Ohki." Sasami said, forking a cube of steak into
her mouth. "Mmmmm.... this is delicious."
  Data and Riker turned to face her. "What did you say?" Riker
asked.
  "We can use Ryo-Ohki." Sasami repeated. "She can turn into a 
spaceship."
  Ryo-Ohki looked up. "Meow!"
  "I find it highly unlikely that Ryo-Ohki could perform such
a transformation." Data replied. "There are no known species
with such an ability."
  "Ryo-Ohki can." Sasami stated matter-of-factly. "She's a
Space Pirate. Right, Mihoshi?"
  Mihoshi glanced up from the bowl of sake she was draining. "Umm...
right."
  Sasami smiled. "See?"
  Data looked at Riker, a puzzled expression crossing his features.
"Space Pirate?"
  "Don't ask me." Riker shrugged, motioning to Ryo-Ohki. "Ask
her."
  Ryo-Ohki looked up, eyes glimmering. "Reow!"
  Data was about to reply when Captain Picard's voice interrupted.
"Commander Riker, Commander Data, report to the bridge at once."
  Riker frowned. "What is it, Captain?"
  "Sensors are registering an increase in the levels of tachyon
particles in the immediate vicinity, Commander." Picard replied. 
"You'd better bring your 'guests' along as well. They may be able 
to provide a clue as to what's going on."
  "On our way, Captain." Riker said, rising to his feet. "Data,
you go ahead of us. We'll catch up."
  "Aye, sir."
  Sasami waved. "Bye, bye, Mister Data."
  Data paused. "I do not understand why you have said that. We will
be seeing each other again in a very short time."
  "Data," Riker interrupted, "We'll talk about it later."
  "Ah, I see, sir." Data turned and headed for the door.
  Riker shook his head and turned back to the table. "Are you two
rea... where's Mihoshi?"
  Sasami pointed towards the bar. "Over there."
  Riker turned to see Mihoshi weaving her way through the crowd.
"Um.... excuse me... oh, pardon me! I didn't mean to step on your...
whatever that is. Excuse me. Guinan! Miss Guinan! Could I... oh, pardon
me.... could I get some more of that sake? To go?"

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There's chapter 8. As always, C&C is requested (good or bad), and
also greatly appreciated.

Derek