SPACE: THE FINAL FRONTIER. THESE ARE THE VOYAGES OF THE WWF TITANPRIZE. IT'S MISSION: TO EXPLORE AND ENTERTAIN NEW SOCIETIES AND NEW CIVILIZATIONS.  TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO WRESTLER HAS GONE BEFORE!

TITANPRIZE CREW:
Captain Vincent K. McMahon
First Officer, Commander Shane McMahon
Chief Engineer, Commander Stephanie McMahon
Chief of Chiefs, Commander Linda McMahon
Chief of Security, Commander Kane
Chief Medical Officer, Dr. Taker
Communications Officer, Lieutenant Rock
Counselor Al Snow (assisted by H.E.A.D.)
Diagnostics Officer, Ensign Jericho
Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Commander Austin
... And many more!
 

CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    "Captain's log, Stardate 223344. Our newest crew member, Ensign Jericho, defected from the Nytrons a few weeks ago, refusing to be part of Turner's rebellion. WrestleFleet ordered us to bring him on-board and test his loyalty. So far, he has proven quite satisfactory. He is able to do what is asked of him thoroughly and efficiently. He is definitely WrestleFleet all the way," Captain McMahon paused, "Though.... there seems to be something odd about him," He stopped, and re-thought his last sentence. "Computer," he spoke, "Delete that last statement from the log.."

    The computer beeped in response, and McMahon closed his log book.

THE SMACKDOWN: MESS HALL

    Ensign Jericho sat at the bar in The Smackdown - the only social dinning area aboard the WWF TITANPRIZE. The bartender, Terri, was wiping the bar down. "So... you're from the WCW NITRO, hmmm?"

    Ensign Jericho nodded, "Yeah, though I'd rather not remember that. I'm WrestleFleet, and I'll always be WrestleFleet. I refuse to aid rebels... which is actually for the better. WrestleFleet is so much better organized than Turner's pathetic little rebel faction!"

    Suddenly, Lieutenant McMichael came up to the bar. She seemed upset - which probably had something to do with the unflattering stain on her blue uniform, "Terri... will you do something about your incompetent waitress?" She said as she glared at a woman on the other side of the room.

    Jericho looked at the woman now being scrutinized by Lieutenant McMichael. He could tell the waitress was a Catarian - as characterized by the two feline ears on top of her head, the graceful stripes along her face and arms, and a tail that seemed to be waving wildly.

    "Miss Kitty!" Terri called out to the victim of McMichael's anger.

    The Catarian, Miss Kitty, was busy talking to King Lawler -- a man who claimed to be on a good will mission from Planet Memphis. Apparently, the mission had already lasted many years, and didn't seem to be ending any time soon. Jericho had heard murmurs around the ship claiming Lawler's campaign for congress had failed, and that he was only aboard the
TITANPRIZE for lack of anywhere else to go.

    But then, Ensign Jericho was never one to believe rumors and gossip.

    "Kitty! Get over here!" Terri shouted loudly.

    Miss Kitty's ears twitched at the sound of the angry voice. She quickly spun around and bounced over to the bar, tray in hand. "Yes, Miss Terri?"

    "What happened with Lieutenant McMichael?" Terri asked.

    Miss Kitty shrugged, "I dunno... what happened?"

    "You spilled my synthehol on me!" McMichael snapped.

    Miss Kitty seemed clueless, "I did??"

    "Yes, you incompetent girl!! Maybe you should watch where you swing your tail next time!"

    "Oh, I'm soooo sorry, Miss Debra! I didn't mean too!" Miss Kitty replied, looking rather pathetic as her feline green eyes begged for forgiveness.

    Jericho watched the women arguing. For a moment, it looked like they would come to blows.

    Suddenly, the voices of the bickering women faded and were replaced by a loud buzz. Apparently, no one but Ensign Jericho heard it.

    The Ensign let out a yell as a the buzzing turned into a stabbing pain that drilled through his brain, and blurred his vision. He tried to stand up, but lost his balance and fell to his knees.

    "Ensign Jericho!"

    He could hear Terri shouting his name, but the pain was too intense. He was immobile, and unable to respond.

    The last thing Jericho heard was, "Smackdown to Sickbay. We have a medical emergency here!" then all went black.

SICKBAY

    Ensign Jericho slowly awoke to see a scary, pale man staring down at him with cold gray eyes. He quickly bolted upright with a startled scream, and paid for it with a wave of dizziness.

    "Lie down..." the pale man said, his voice cold and gravely. Jericho recognized the man now as Dr. Taker, and did as he was told. The doctor turned to another man, this one also pale... but shorter and quite pudgy. "Bearer... give me another hypospray..."

    The pudgy man handed the hypospray to Dr. Taker, and the dark doctor quickly placed the object against Jericho's neck. Jericho could hear a hiss, and soon his dizziness faded.

    "You can sit up now..." Dr. Taker said. Jericho did so... slower this time.

    "What happened to me...?" he asked.

    The doctor looked at Jericho, "If you don't know, son, then I sure as hell can't help you!"

    "Great bedside manner..." Jericho thought. "So... you really don't know??"

    "Didn't I just say that? Don't you listen when the Lord of Medicine speaks, boy?"

    Jericho thought for a moment... and came up with the only possible explanation, "They tried to hack me!" he said aloud.

    The doctor looked perplexed, "Hack you?"

    Jericho jumped off the diagnostic bed, "Uh... never mind. Am I free to go?" he asked. The doctor nodded, and Jericho quickly left.

ENSIGN JERICHO'S QUARTERS

    Ensign Jericho went over his diagnostic read-outs on the computer screen in front of him, "Hmm... everything seems normal," he said.

    He had taken precautions in case of another attack. Precautions that would not fail!

    Whatever was trying to hack into Unit Y2J would deeply regret it.

THE BRIDGE

    Jericho sat at his post on the bridge, watching over the ship diagnostics. It was all he could do to keep from falling asleep. Jericho much preferred his shifts in Engineering... even though he found the Chief Engineer, Commander Stephanie McMahon, a tad on the annoying side.

    "Captain McMahon to Ensign Jericho. Report to my ready room! Immediately!" McMahon's angry voice came through the bridge comm system.

    Jericho tapped his comm badge, "Right away, Captain," he replied. He quickly stood up and headed to the door a few feet away.

    "Hey, roody poo... McMahon sounds pissed! The Rock thinks you'd better watch your candy ass!" Mr. Rock said as Jericho walked past him.

    Jericho chose to ignore the communications officer, and waited in front of the Captain's door. It automatically slid open. Ensign Jericho walked in slowly, wondering what horror awaited him.

THE SMACKDOWN

    "She did it again!" Lieutenant Debra shouted to Terri. "Will you get rid of her already?!"

    Terri sighed, "I can't do that. She's King Lawler's friend. Captain McMahon told me to give her a job here as a sign of good will!"

    "One day, I'm just going to take her down!" Debra said.

    Terri allowed a small smile, "Good idea!" She looked at her friend, "Think we can charge?"

    "What do you mean?" Debra asked, brow furrowed.

    "If you and Kitty have a match... we could charge all these men to watch!" Terri replied.

    "You can't be serious!" the Transporter Officer gasped.

    Terri smiled and nodded.

    Lieutenant Debra knew the barkeep was being VERY serious.

CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    Captain McMahon gestured to the seat across his desk. Jericho quickly took it, "How can I help you, Captain...?" he asked.

    "You can help me by answering a few questions!" The Captain replied. "I was informed by Dr. Taker that you had a problem earlier today?"

    Jericho nodded, "Yes, sir."

    "Well, Dr. Taker did a cat scan on your brain while you were unconscious in order to see if there was any physical reason for your discomfort." McMahon handed a small computer pad to Ensign Jericho, "Do you mind telling me what all this means? These results aren't exactly normal...!"

    Jericho read the pad, and paled, "Um... yes... well.. uh.... you see--"

    McMahon interrupted the Ensign, "If I had known there was an android aboard my ship, Mr. Jericho, I would have thought twice about allowing it to roam freely! When you asked to be signed aboard, you failed to inform me of your true nature! Now... do you mind TELLING me everything?"

    Ensign Jericho spoke proudly, "I'm unit Y2J. Created by Irvine Inc., trained by WrestleFleet, and sent aboard the WCW NITRO to observe human social interaction and culture," he explained. "I have many special skills. I have acrobatic skills, and above average strength. I was also programmed with free will, and am able to adapt to different circumstances and situations. But that's not all..." he continued, "I can interface with other computers and either save them from destruction, or infect them." he then quickly added, "Uh... not that I would ever infect the TITANPRIZE, sir!"

    "Well, that's reasuring!" Captain McMahon spoke. "Now... what happened to you earlier?"

    "I believe someone tried to hack into my system, sir. But it will never eeeeeeever happen again!"

    "Are you sure of that?" McMahon asked doubtfully.

    "Yes sir! I come equipt with 'the walls of Jericho' - a program that shields my system from hackers. If anyone attempts to hack into this beautiful brain of mine, I'm able to track them and stop them!" he spoke.

    "Who was trying to hack into your system then?" McMahon asked.

    Jericho furrowed his brow, "Well, I... I'm not sure, sir. I... uh.. didn't have the wall at that time. I just created it a few hours ago..."

    "WHAT?!" McMahon shouted, and stood up quickly, "Are you telling me that someone COULD have hacked into your system a few hours ago?"

    "Uh.. well..." he took a deep breath, and silently cursed the emotion chip that was currently sending feelings of anxiety through his body, "Yes... maybe... but..." he spoke quickly, "I don't think they were successful!! I've run a complete diagnostic... and everything is fine!"

    "Can you guarantee that?" McMahon snapped. "Listen, Ensign! You have access to some very sensitive information aboard my ship, and you're telling me that ANYONE could have taken that from your little brain a few hours ago and used it for their own purpose?!"

    "Well... if they were a qualified hacker... it's possible... maybe..."

SOMEWHERE IN A SECTOR CLOSE BY
- DX GAMESHIP

    "Damnit, Chyna! Don't tell me you can't get the link back!" Captain Helmsley shouted to the woman in front of him.

    "I'm sorry, Hunter... I guess the hack was too powerful last time..." Commander Chyna replied.

    "Damn right it was!" Mr. Ass said angrily. "You practically overloaded the Y2J's system! So much for being discreet!"

    "Didn't Turner give you any more useful info on how to hack into the Y2J Unit?" Navigation officer X-Pac asked.

    "I've USED all the info they gave us!" Commander Chyna snapped, "The Y2J unit put up the wall after our first attempt failed!"

    "Then break the wall down!" Captain Helmsley commanded, "It’s time the TITANPRIZE and her crew met up with DX!"