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 7 - Chaos, Mihoshi style


"...by accessing specifically located storage matrices within
sub-space."
  Geordi glanced at the main screen, where Yukinojo's visage waited
patiently. "It does so by utilizing a rectified positron beam,
right?"
  "Correct." Yukinojo replied. "Carefully tuned to the resonant
frequency of the desired storage location."
  "That explains it, then." Geordi said, turning to Captain
Picard. "Mihoshi must have tried to access one of those sub-space
storage matrices during the transport. Sensors registered a burst
of positrons immediately before the matter stream was diverted."
  Sasami, standing next Riker, shook her head slowly. "This is
making my head hurt."
  Riker smiled, laying a comforting hand on Sasami's shoulder. To
Geordi, he asked "So what happened to Mihoshi?"
  Geordi paused. "We're not sure. The matter stream remained 
intact, as far as we can tell, so she definitely rematerialized in one 
piece. We're just not sure where."
  Picard nodded slowly. "Mister Worf, have our sensor sweeps of
the area detected any trace of her?"
  "No, sir." Worf replied. "But sensors *are* picking up 
fluctuations in the Warbird's shields and weapon systems."
  "What kind of fluctuations?" Picard asked.
  Data half-turned. "The readings indicate some sort of imbalance
in the Warbird's power systems, sir. Their weapons have been
rendered inoperable by the imbalance."
  "Could have something to do with why Captain Kila was called
away." Riker commented.
  "Indeed, Number One." Picard replied. "But what's causing it?"

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Captain Kila stormed onto the bridge, glared momentarily at the
flickering lights, then turned to her first officer. "What's going
on, Marik?" she growled.
  "The primary power distribution systems has been damaged, 
Captain." he replied. "Disruptors and torpedo launchers are down."
  "And the shields?"
  "Still functioning, barely. We're attempting to determine the 
cause of the damage." He pointed to the main screen, where a 
schematic diagram of the ship was displayed. "Damage seems to
be concentrated on deck 6."
  "Deck 6?" Kila muttered, "That's where..." Her eyes narrowed.
"Is the Federation spy still in the holding cell?"
  "Internal sensors are non-functional, Captain." Marik walked to
a nearby intercom. "Holding area two, report on the prisoner."
  "Sir!" came the frantic reply. "The prisoner has escaped!"
  "WHAT?!" Kila shouted. "How is that possible?"
  "Apparently she forced open an access panel, Captain." the
guard replied nervously. "She shorted out the force field, and
damaged several other systems as well."
  "I see." To Marik, she said "Inform security that we have an 
intruder on board. She is to be apprehended at all costs. If she 
resists..." she smirked, "Kill her. See to it yourself."
  "Without internal sensors we'll have to conduct a deck-by-deck
search, Captain."
  "Then you'd better get on with it." Kila growled. "Now."
  "Immediately, Captain." Marik responded, heading for the turbo-
lift.
  Turning her gaze back to the main screen, Kila hissed through
clenched teeth. "It seems we have underestimated this Federation
saboteur... she's more clever than I thought."

---

"Why is it that you can never find a toilet when you really need
one?" Mihoshi sobbed, standing with legs crossed and tears streaming
down her face. "Would it be so hard to put up signs or something?"
  Glancing around the empty hallway, Mihoshi sighed. "Where did
every go, anyway? How am I supposed to ask directions if there's
nobody to ask?" Her eyes fell on a doorway at the end of the hall.
Legs still crossed, she shuffled quickly towards it.
  The doors swished open, to reveal a turbo-lift. Stepping inside,
Mihoshi looked around. "This looks like one of those elevators
they have on the Enterprise." She scratched her head. "How did
they... ummmm... computer? Hello, computer?"
  "State desired destination." a mechanical, sexless monotone voice
replied.
  "I need to get to a toilet!" she blurted.
  "That is not a known deck or section. Please restate request."
  Mihoshi blinked. "Toilet! I need a toilet!"
  "That is not a known deck or section. Please restate request."
  "Restate request? I don't understand. I just want to find a
toilet!" She began to sob. "Why don't you understand what a
toilet is?"
  "That is not a known deck or section. Please restate request."
  Mihoshi put her hands to her head and leaned forward. "Oh, I give 
up." Her head bumped against the wall. "Ouch!"
  "Manual input accepted."
  Mihoshi blinked as the turbolift began to move. "What? B-but I 
didn't..." She glanced at the spot where she had bumped into the
wall - a panel covered with buttons. "Um... I guess I did."

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"We've completed searches of decks one through seven, Captain."
  "No sign of her?" Kila asked.
  "None, Captain. We're proceeding to deck eight."
  Kila thumbed an intercom. "Engineering! How long before internal
sensors are operational again?"
  "At least an hour, Captain. The interface circuitry has been
fused."
  Kila slammed a fist down onto the console. "Where can that
damn woman be?"

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Stepping through the door, Mihoshi found herself standing in a
moderate-sized room, packed full of panels and monitors. Near
the far wall, a lone Romulan was studying the inside of an
open panel. "Um.... excuse me?" Mihoshi said.
  The Romulan looked up, startled. "What the... who are you? What
are you doing in here!?"
  Mihoshi took a step back. "This isn't the toilet, is it?"
  "The what?" The Romulan raced over to an intercom. "Security
alert! We have an intruder in Engineering!"
  "There's really no need for that, I mean I can find the toilet
all by myself if you just give me directions." Mihoshi sighed.
"Boy, all this walking around is wearing me out." She leaned back
against a console.
  "What are you doing!?" The Romulan Engineer screamed, rushing
towards her. "Don't touch th-"
  Without warning, the room lurched downward, knocking Mihoshi
and the Romulan crewman off of their feet. Instead of falling as
she expected, Mihoshi found herself floating several feet above
the floor.
  "You've shut down the gravity controls!" the Romulan yelped,
rocketing past Mihoshi and slamming into the wall.
  "Oh, my! I'm so very sorry!" she gushed, moving her arms and
legs in an attempt to swim over to him. "I didn't mean to do that. 
Honestly, it was an accident." Finding herself next to the
panel she had sat on initially, Mihoshi smiled. "Here, let me 
see if I can fix it." She reached out and pressed on the console.
  The Romulan's eyes widened. "NO!"

---

"Captain!" Worf reported. "Something's happened to the Romulan
vessel!"
  "What? On screen." Picard commanded. The image flashed to show
the Romulan Warbird.
  Riker jumped to his feet. "What in the world?" The Warbird had 
rotated so that it was standing on its nose, spinning in a slow 
circle. As they watched, the left warp nacelle flashed and went
dark. "Data, what's going on?"
  Data's hands flew over his console. "The Warbird's shields have
failed. I'm detecting strong fluctuations in their artificial gravity 
systems, as well as their drive system."
  "What the hell's happening?" Riker asked, walking over to stand 
beside the android.
  "Unknown." Data replied.
  Picard turned to Worf. "Hail them."
  "Aye, Captain." Worf paused, checking his displays. "No response."
  "Keep trying." Picard ordered. He turned to look at Beverly and
Sasami, who were standing by the turbolift. "Beverly, you had
better take Sasami back to sick bay."
  Sasami shook her head. "I want to stay right here, until you
find Mihoshi."
  Beverly knelt down. "Sasami, that's not a good idea, not right
now."
  "I'm staying." Sasami stated firmly.
  "Captain." Data interrupted. "I have located Mihoshi." He looked
at Picard. "She's on board the Romulan vessel."
  "How did she get over there?" Riker asked.
  "We'll deal with that later," Picard commented, "First, let's
get her back."

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"Engineering!" Captain Kila's voice reverberated through the
room. "Report! What's going on down there!"
  The Chief Engineer was floating near the ceiling. "Gravity
controls damaged, Captain. Attitude controls as well. Further,
the warp core is off-line." He glared at Mihoshi. "Our intruder
has rendered us impotent, Captain."
  "I said I was sorry!" Mihoshi cried, performing a slow cart-
wheel around the compartment. "What more do you want?"
  "Your head on a stake!" The Engineer spat. "Or perhaps a 
disruptor, set on full."
  "There's need to be so rude about it." Mihoshi pouted. "It's
not my fault."
  Kila's voice blared out again, drowning out the Engineer's
reply. "How long will it take to repair gravity control?"
  "I've yet to determine the extent of the damage, Captain."
he replied. "The rest of my crew was out assisting in the
search for the intruder," he shot Mihoshi a withering look,
"when this occured. It will take them several minutes to get
back."
  Mihoshi, who had come to a rest near the floor, waved. "Excuse 
me."
  "Enough excuses." Kila retorted. "Just get to work."
  The Engineer sighed. "Immediately, Captain."
  "Excuse me?" Mihoshi repeated, slightly louder. "Please?"
  His expression souring, the Engineer growled "What do you
want now?"
  She blushed. "I... well.... I have to go."
  "Look at the damage you've caused!" the Chief Engineer shouted.
"You're not going anywhere until Security gets here!"
  Mihoshi giggled. "No, I don't need to go, I need to *GO*."
  "What are you babbling about?"
  "I need to use the toilet." Mihoshi explained, blushing. "All
this floating around is.... well... I mean..." She shifted 
uncomfortably. "I *REALLY* need to use the toilet."
  "You must be kidding me." The Engineer frowned. "What kind of 
saboteur are you?"
  Mihoshi blinked. "Sabo-what?"
  "Oh, never mind." He motioned towards a door on the far wall. 
"It's over there."
  "It is? Oh, thank you so very much! I really appreciate this!" She
reached out and pulled herself along the wall. Unexpectedly, she 
began to drift upwards. As she scrambled for a handhold her hands
brushed across a button-encrusted panel and she grabbed a large
red handle.
  The Engineer paled. "What are you... DON'T!"

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Derek