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 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.
"We can replicate many of the needed materials, sir." Data answered.
"But several key components are composed of metals that we do not
have ready access to, and thus cannot replicate. Further, for
the replicated components to function properly, we need to duplicate
the quantum energy levels of the originals... which do not
match up with the quantum levels of our supplies."
"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."
"How long?" Picard asked.
"Thirty minutes, 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 push that red button, 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 male technician replied, somewhat nervously.
Beverly turned to where Sasami was sitting on one of the beds,
Ryo-Ohki perched 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. Glancing up at Beverly, she mewed happily
and took another bite.
"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 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 cried. "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.... how...."
"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, opening up her
tricorder.
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.
"It could be an automated system." Riker offered.
"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 repeated, his face enlarging to fill the
screen. "What's the matter?"
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 after
the transported field had faded.
Riker laughed. "Why, Mister Worf. She's our 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!" Riker 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't re-establish it!"
"Is it the Romulans?" Picard asked.
Data checked his console. "Negative, Captain. The transporter is being
blocked by a localized positron field. The field is not being generated
by the Romulan ship."
"Then who?" Picard inquired.
Data paused. "The interference is being generated by something
on board Mihoshi's vessel."
Riker looked at Picard. "What the hell's going on here?"
Picard keyed the commlink. "Picard to Engineering. Geordi, can you
figure out a way to penetrate the field that is blocking the trans-
porter?"
"I think so, Captain." came the reply. "If we direct a low-level
random-frequency tractor beam at the ship, it should destabilize the
field enough for us to use the transporter."
"How long will it take you to set up?" Picard asked.
"No time at all, Captain. It's part of the modifications we made to
fight the Borg. The beam emmitters already incorporate all the needed
circuitry."
"Good." Picard said. "Mr Worf, lock onto Mihoshi's ship."
"Aye, sir." Worf activated the controls. "Tractor beam ready."
"Transporter room three, stand by to beam Mihoshi directly to the
bridge." Picard rose to his feet. "Mr Worf, engage."
"Tractor beam engaged." Worf reported. "Captain, we're being hailed
by the Romulan vessel."
"Stall them." Picard ordered. "Transporter room?"
"I've re-established the lock, Captain." the technician answered.
"Energizing now." The familiar cascade of glimmering light appeared
in front of the main screen and began to coalesce. Suddenly, the
transporter's glow flickered wildly. "Captain, something's-"
There was a static-filled *POP*, and the transporter field winked
out. In its place a fist-sized pink cube hung suspended in mid-air
for a moment before tumbling to the floor.
The transporter tech's voice filled the bridge. "We've lost her,
Captain."
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Derek