Tenchi Trek : The Mihoshi Incident
A Tenchi Muyo/Star Trek crossover

By : Derek Sherman (doppleganger@pipeline.com)

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Author's note : Although I consider this to be the final rough
draft of this fanfic, if you have any comments, criticisms, or 
similar things (spelling errors, logic errors, anything) then 
don't hesitate to let me know. If it makes it a better 'fic, 
then I'll include it. If not... well, I'll think about it,
at least  ^_^

And now, on with the show!

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Chapter 10 - Redhead to the Rescue


"Isn't there any way to create a new hyperdrive propagator
to repair Mihoshi's vessel?" Picard asked, casting a sidelong
glance at Mihoshi, who was sobbing uncontrollably.
  Washuu frowned. "Perhaps, if you had access to the proper
fabrication equipment. The Galaxy Police shipyards can't
come up with anything as complex as *I* would, but the
construction techniques may be more advanced than you
are capable of."
  "We'll never get back!" Mihoshi wailed. "I'll never see
Tenchi again, or Galaxy Police Headquarters, or any of my...
my..." She took a deep breath, "MY SOAPS!!"
  Sasami patted her gently on the back. "I'm sure Miss Washu
will find a way." she soothed. "She's a genius."
  On the screen, Washuu smiled. "You're absolutely right,
Sasami. I *AM* a genius. And there might be a way, but I'm
going to have to get a good idea of the facilities available
to us."
  Sasami looked up. "How are you going to do that, Miss
Washuu?"
  Geordi glanced over from the Engineering station. "We
could download a complete listing of the Enterprise's
fabrication and replication systems to your location."
  "Nah... wouldn't do me much good." Washuu sighed. "I
need to get a close look at your systems."
  Riker and Picard exchanged looks. "How do you plan to do
that?" Picard asked.
  Washuu's smile broadened. "Why, that's simple, Captain. I'm
going to join you!"
  "You're what?" Riker blurted.
  Mihoshi blinked, wiping a sleeve across her tear-filled
eyes. "You're coming here, Miss Washuu?"
  "Well, if you want to be picky about it, I'm going to use
a remote-controlled three-dimensional optical interface to
project myself onto your ship." Washuu replied. "Rather
clever idea, don't you think?"
  "A three-dimensional opto-what?" Mihoshi stammered.
  "A hologram, Mihoshi." Washuu explained. "Do you have your
cube?"
  "Of course." Mihoshi replied, pulling a white puffball off 
of her belt and compressing it. She held up the pink cube.
"Here it is. Why?"
  "I need you to set the cube so that it will act as a
receiver for my Interdimensional and Sub-space Trans-Molecular
Scanner." Washuu paused. "Mihoshi? What's wrong?"
  Mihoshi was staring at the cube, her eyes glistening. "You
want me to set my cube to do that?" She looked up, blinking.
"How do I do that?"
  "You set it to receive remote signals." Washuu replied.
  "Oh." Mihoshi answered softly. "Um.... how do I do that?"
  Washuu rolled her eyes. "I should've guessed." She began
furiously typing on a hidden keypad. Her image winked out and
was replaced image of Mihoshi's cube.
  "Hey!" Mihoshi cried. "That looks like a page from my cube's
User's Manual!"
  "It *is* a page from the GP-issued User's Manual." Washuu 
retorted. "Now, do exactly what it says... got it?"
  Mihoshi nodded. "Yep."
  The image on screen changed, and Mihoshi twisted the cube
accordingly. Another change, another twist. Another change,
another twist. "Ummm... whoops." Mihoshi muttered. A pink
triangle of fabric appeared in the air above Worf's head,
fluttering down to settle gently over his face.
  He pulled it off angrily. "What is..." The Klingon's eyes
narrowed as he recognized what he was holding. "GAH!" he
shouted, flinging the panties at Mihoshi.
  Her face flushing crimson, Mihoshi buried her face in her
hands. "Oh, my! I was wondering where those... I mean...
oh, this is so embarrassing!" She knelt down and picked up
her wayward underclothes, laughing nervously.
  Washuu sighed. "Let's try again."

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A muted *POP* filled the bridge as Washuu's form materialized
in front of Sasami, who was holding Mihoshi's cube.
  Looking around, Washuu nodded approvingly. "Ah, I knew
this would work." She turned to the young Juraian princess. 
"Thank you for helping, Sasami."
  "Sure." Sasami giggled, running over to where Mihoshi was
seated - on the far side of the bridge, sorting through
a pile of clothing, books, empty candy wrappers, and other
assorted items. "Here's your cube, Mihoshi."
  Mihoshi looked up. "Thank you Sasami." she replied, taking
the cube back. She spotted a blue-green vest and pulled it
from the pile. "So *that's* where I left it!"
  Data approached Washuu, tricorder in hand. Studying the
readouts, he cocked his head. "Interesting... how do you
stabilize the optical matrix without a controlling array
of emitters?"
  Washuu smiled. "Trade secret, my dear android." She turned
to Picard. "Ah, Captain. Can we get started?"
  "Of course." Picard answered. "What would you like to see
first?"
  Washuu rubbed her chin. "I need to see the design and
operating specifications of your replication systems, as
well as those of any fabrication equipment you have on
board."
  "Captain." Worf interrupted. "I do not believe that we
should allow any of these individuals access to the Enterprise's
computers. There are matters of security..."
  "Granted, Lieutenant." Picard replied. "Place security lock-
outs on all sensitive information. Will that suffice?"
  Worf paused. "For now, Captain."
  Washuu laughed softly. "All this concern over me... I'm
flattered."
  Picard sighed. "The engineering station is over here."
he said, motioning towards the back wall of the bridge.
  Geordi half-turned. "I've called up the information you
requested. Let me know what you need to see, and I'll 
bring the appro-"
  "No need." Washuu interrupted, leaning forward and keying
in several commands. Data began scrolling across the displays.
  "What the..." Riker muttered. "I thought you were simply
a holographic projection?"
  "It wouldn't be a very good interface if I couldn't touch
things, would it?" Washuu replied, not turning from the
readouts. "Hmmmm.... interesting. May I sit?"
  "Go right ahead." Geordi replied, sliding out of the
seat.
  Washuu settled into the seat, fingers dancing gracefully
over the keypad. "Ah... energy-matter conversion matrices.
Interesting..."
  Beverly's voice sounded over the comm system. "Crusher to
Picard."
  Picard stepped away from the group. "Go ahead, Doctor."
  "Could you join me in sick bay, Captain? There's something
I think you need to see."
  Picard frowned. "I'm rather busy at the moment, Doctor. Our
guests-"
  "This directly relates to our guests, Captain." she inter-
rupted.
  "I see." He turned to Riker. "Commander, you have the
bridge. I'll be down in sick bay."

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The doors slid open and Picard walked into sick bay. Beverly
looked up as he did so. "Ah, Jean-Luc. This way."
  Following her into her office, Picard sighed. "What is it
you wanted to show me, Beverly?"
  "It's in regards to our guests." she replied. "Specifically,
to Ryo-Ohki."
  "Ryo-Ohki? What about her?" Picard asked.
  Beverly activated the wall screen. An image of a crystalline
matrix appeared. "This is a molecular scan that we ran on Ryo-
Ohki. Does it seem odd to you?"
  Picard studied the display for several moments before shaking
his head. "I'm afraid not, Beverly. Should it?"
  "Keep watching." Beverly replied, keying in several commands.
The image begant o enlarge as the maginification increased, 
revealing intricate patterns.
  "It looks like a Manelbrot Set." Picard commented.
  "Exactly." Beverly shook her head. "I'm not sure how it's
possible, but Ryo-Ohki's molecular structure consists of a great
deal on inorganic material contained in an extremely compressed
state." She paused. "I'm at a loss to explain it."
  "Perhaps we shouldn't even try." Picard commented. He raised
a hand to stop her protest. "Beverly, we're dealing with beings
from another dimension. Undoubtedly, there are going to be things
about them that we will find difficult to understand."
  "But we should at least *try*, Jean-Luc!" Beverly retorted.
"Image what we could do if we know how..."
  "I completely agree." Picard replied. "But I also have to 
consider the safety of this ship. I'd prefer to have our guests
off the Enterprise at the earliest opportunity."
  "Why, Captain," Beverly chided, "Where's your sense of
hospitality?"
  "It's doing very well, thank you. But I'd rather not face the
same fate as the Yev'Ash." Picard paused. "And the longer our
guests remain, the more concerned I become."

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Derek