Disclaimer : Tenchi Muyo! and all the characters thereof are the property of Pioneer/AIC and such. Star Trek : The Next Generation and all characters thereof are property of Paramount. None of the characters in this fanfic are being paid for their appearance here, nor is the author getting any profit from this work of fiction (as if!). Futher, if you wish to archive this fanfic on a publicly-accessibly site (be it Web, FTP, or whatever), I have no objections to that as long as such does not bring any profit to anyone (if I don't make money off of it, no one will make money off of it). All I ask is that you contact me and let me know where the archive location is so I can check it out. That said, on with the show... THE MIHOSHI INCIDENT 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 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 engines were badly damaged. Repairing them will be quite a challence, since the materials used in the construction of their drive system are rather unique." "Can't we replicate the required materials?" Picard asked. "We can replicate many of the needed materials, sir." Data answered. "But several key components are composed of high-density alloys unlike anything known to Federation science. Replication of these materials would require source material that we do not have ready access to, and replicating the materials from base matter would require inordinate amounts of energy to be diverted from the warp core to the replicators. 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." "I thought that the quantum levels of all materials is the same. 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." Data explained. "We believe that the ship has passed through a dimensional warp recently. That would account for the disturbance our sensors picked up earlier, as well as explain the different quantum energy levels." "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. Miss Mihoshi moreso than the other two." "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'll need to adjust the tractor beam frequency to counter the effects of the field.." "How long?" Picard asked. "Ten 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 professional 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 Doctor 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." --- 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 remains of the demolished 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 replied 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 her neural patterns for signs of abnormality, too." "Yes, ma'am." the male technician replied somewhat nervously. Beverly turned to where Sasami was sitting on one of the beds, Ryo-Ohki sitting quietly beside her. Beverly smiled and pulled out her tricorder. "Everything all right 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?" "Never mind." 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-native 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 on her catch. 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*!" She began patting her pockets. "Where is it?" Sasami jumped up. "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 in the middle of my show, 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." --- "You want permission to beam back over to your ship so that you can look for 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 quietly. "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." she added quietly. 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 bay, it might be-" "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. "Some sort of computer or remote relay?" "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! I thought I'd never locate 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?" Uttering a strangled cry, Mihoshi leapt three feet in the air and performed a half-twist, coming to rest facing the screen. "Wha... Yukinojo! You scared me! Umm... 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?" "A computer." Riker sighed wearily, leaning against his seat. "I'm glad I was right." 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, nodding. "She's down in sick bay with Ryo-Ohki, of course. Ryo-Ohki wanted some more carrots." 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. "Miss 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!" Picard commanded. "Mister Worf, don't raise the shields. We're here on a rescue mission, and I don't want to provoke the Romulans any more than we already have." "But Captain!" Worf argued. "That's an order, Lieutenant." Picard retorted. "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. Mister LaForge, can you figure out a way to penetrate the field that is blocking the transporter?" "I think so, Captain." came the reply. "If we direct a broad-spectrum random-frequency tractor beam at the ship, it should destabilize the field enough for us to use the transporter. We'll have to keep the yield low to prevent causing damage to her ship, though." "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. I was adjusting the system to enable us to tow her ship - the emitters are already configured." "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." "Engaging tractor beam." 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. The transporter tech's voice rang out. "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." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Comments? Criticisms? Write me at : doppleganger@pipeline.com