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 Vince 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
Diagnostics Officer, Lieutenant Commander Jericho
Tactical Officer, Lieutenant Commander Austin
Transporter Chief, Lieutenant Commander Debra
Communications Officer, Lieutenant Commander Rock
Counselor Al Snow (assisted by H.E.A.D.)
Morale Officer, Commissioner Mick Foley

... And many more!

COMMANDER SHANE McMAHON’S QUARTERS

     "Commander Shane McMahon’s personal log, stardate 012120.01.  My newest ally will prove to have many uses. I will take full advantage of it’s strength and agility. It seems my dear sister is keeping her distance from it as well. I’m guessing she ran into it the other day and didn’t like it’s new… attitude…" Shane chuckled quietly, "What my sister fails to understand is that the Y2J Unit is a tool. A tool to be used as I see fit. She fooled herself in believing it was human... had human characteristics. But robots can't be human. It's just the way the world works..."

     The chimes on Shane’s door rang, "Come…" he called out.

     Lt. Commander Jericho entered, "You requested my presence?"

     "Yes. I have good news for you!" Shane smiled, "As of today, you are to resume your regular duties in Engineering,"

     Jericho nodded, then waited a moment, "Is that all, sir?"

      "No, there's more to it then just that..." Shane began. "Have a seat, Lt. Commander. Let's talk..."

        Jeff studied his commanding officer from a few feet away. She hadn't talked to him in two weeks. He couldn't stand the silent treatment any longer. If he was going to appologize, he might as well start now.

    Jeff slowly walked up to Stephanie, wearing his 'pathetic puppy-dog' look. That always worked with Lita. Well... it USED to... before she had officially declared their relationship over last week.

    "Ensign?" Stephanie asked as she eyed Jeff impatiently, "May I help you?"

    Jeff swallowed the lump in his throat. Did she have to be so formal?

    "Listen," Jeff started nervously, "I know I screwed up big time! God, I don't know if I can appologize enough for that! I--"

    "Jeff," Stephanie interrupted harshly, "There are security protocols for a REASON. They are NOT there so you can show off your Engineering talents to a two-bit Kanatian SLUT!" She snapped. "I've changed your access level back to Ensign. I should have done it when you were first demoted... but I trusted you! I didn't realize you would do something so STUPID! And after I told you time and again what Trish was like! How she used my father! How she uses EVERY man on this ship! You really ARE an idiot!"

    Jeff hung his head. Grovel mode ON.

    "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Steph. I... I'll work extra shifts! I'll do anything to make it up to you! I don't want to lose your friendship over this..."

    "Since when are we friends?" Stephanie asked coldly. Jeff winced at the comment. Stephanie rolled her eyes, "Don't worry about our so-called friendship," she said, "I think you've already lost enough in the last little while."

    Jeff studied the ground, knowing the truth in Stephanie's words, "Lita won't even talk to me now. I betrayed her trust. I flirted with the enemy,"

    "Well... I have no love lost for Trish. I can't help thinking she's up to something," she shook her head, "But she's too stupid to be a major problem," Stephanie sighed. "I mean, it's not as if she's secretly plotting with Shane or anything."

    "Still," Jeff started, "It was the final straw for Lita," his voice grew quiet, "Lita's been spending a lot of time with Matt lately," he sighed, "It's over between us. It was over a long time ago, actually," he looked up at Stephanie, "She never really got over Matt, you know. I was the rebound. I knew that when we first started dating. Any feelings Lita had for me were carried over from a childhood crush," Jeff leaned against the wall, arms crossed, "I should have seen the signs. She wouldn't do more then KISS me. Even after I proposed to her, there was still that line she wouldn't cross. I think she always thought of me as a little brother but tried to get over it by starting a relationship. It didn't work."

    "At least you DIDN'T marry her. I know what divorce is like..." Stephanie replied, her voice sounding more bitter then she intended.

    "Commander. Ensign. Since when is this social time?" A voice interrupted their conversation.

     "Chris!" Jeff shouted happily as Jericho entered Engineering, "You’re back! Guess Shane realized you're more useful here then in the cargo bays!" Jeff went up to his friend, raising his hand for a high five.

     Jericho simply glared at Jeff and ignored the attempted hand-slap as he rudely shoved past the young Hardy Ensign.

     Jeff furrowed his brow, "What the heck was that?" he asked no one in particular.

     "Jericho’s been acting weird lately," Stephanie explained.

     Jeff looked at her, "No kidding? What's up with him?"

     Stephanie sighed and shook her head, "I don't know... "

     "Maybe he’s having a bad day, or something," Jeff offered.

     "It’s definitely ‘or something’," Stephanie replied.

     "Hey guys. What’s going on with Mr. Jericho, sir?" Ensign Crash asked as he came up to Stephanie and Jeff, "When I went to welcome him back to Engineering, he just walked right past me and muttered something unpleasant under his breath,"

     "What did he say?" Stephanie asked.

      "Oh gosh! I couldn’t repeat it, Miss Stephanie, ma’am. It wasn’t very nice," Crash leaned towards her, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Let’s just say it involved a four-letter word, followed by 'OFF',"

     "Chris told you to Fu---!" Jeff’s mouth was quickly covered by Crash’s hand.

     "Shhh! Don’t say that in front of Miss Stephanie ma’am! It’s not nice, and she’s a very delicate lady," Crash then removed his hand from Jeff’s mouth.

    "Delicate?" Jeff started, "Yeah, Steph is real delicate!"

     Stephanie smacked Jeff on the back of his head, "Shut up, Hardly," she replied, then smiled sweetly, "I AM delicate. Crash was being a gentleman! Something you should learn, Jeffery!" she insisted. "But enough about that, what are we going to do about HIM?" she motioned towards Jericho, who was currently hunched over an Engineering station, his fellow Engineers carefully keeping their distance. Lt. Commander Jericho was practically radiating bad vibes.

     "I don’t know," Jeff started, growing serious, "Maybe it’s just a mood he’s in?"

     "A mood doesn't last THIS long!" Stephanie pointed out.

     "Well, maybe his emotion chip is malfunctioning?" Jeff offered.

     "That’s impossible!" Stephanie replied.

     "Why?" Jeff asked.

     "Because his emotion chip is—" she stopped. Should she tell Jeff that Jericho no longer needed an emotion chip? No. It was better if no one knew, "Just trust me," Stephanie continued, "His emotion chip is fine,"

     "I’ll go talk to him," Jeff said, and headed towards Lt. Commander Jericho, "Hey, Chris?"  Jericho ignored the rainbow-haired Aerialian. "Um… Chris?"

     Jericho impatiently turned to Ensign Jeff, "What the hell do you want!"

     Jeff took a step back, shocked at the venom in Jericho’s voice, "Well… uh… Steph and Crash and me… we were wondering if anything was wrong,"

     "I’m fine!" Jericho replied with a scowl, "Leave me alone. I’m busy. Maybe YOU should get back to work too, Ensign Hardy, or should I report to the Captain that you’re too busy socializing and moping over your ex-girlfriend to do your job?"

     "Woah, Chris! Why so harsh?!" Jeff asked, stung by the reference to Lita.

     "You are here to do a job, Ensign. Now DO IT!" Jericho snapped, then turned back to his engineering station.

     Jeff backed away from the angry android and returned to Stephanie and Crash, "Uh… maybe we should just leave him alone. It’s really cold in that particular section of Engineering,"

     "Oh this is ridiculous!" Stephanie replied, and headed over to Jericho herself, hands on hips.

      "What do YOU want?" Lt. Commander Jericho asked, not looking away from his station.

     "I want you to stop acting like an idiot!" she snapped, "First you swear at Crash, then you threaten Jeff! What’s your problem?"

     "My problem is that I’m trying to run Engineering while you and your little friends are over there chatting and not getting any work done!"

     "Hold on a minute… YOU are trying to run Engineering? Excuse me…" she pointed to the stars on her uniform, "This indicates that I’M the Chief Engineer, not you, so cut the attitude or I’ll get Lieutenants Bradshaw and Farooq to throw your robotic ass out of here so fast, it will blow your positronic net!"

     The crew in Engineering stopped what they were doing, gasping under their breath at the confrontation between Commander Stephanie and Lt. Commander Jericho. This was DIFFERENT, not entertaining and fun like the other times they had fought.

     "Hey, Steph’s getting tough!" Jeff whispered to Crash, surprised. Then he smiled, "Alright!"

     The Y2J Unit turned to Stephanie slowly, eyes like blue-ice, "Commander, don’t bluff with me. I have neither the time nor patience for it…"

     "You think I’m bluffing?" Stephanie asked. She raised a hand to tap her comm badge, and Jericho quickly grabbed her wrist, his grip tight and painful. Stephanie clenched her jaw, trying not to cry out.

     "Don’t," the Y2J Unit replied, his voice chilling Stephanie to the bone.

     "Let go!" Stephanie demanded through clenched teeth, her voice quiet and angry.

     Lt. Commander Jericho narrowed his eyes, then did as she asked. He turned back to his station, "If you’ll excuse me, Commander, I have to get back to work…"

     Stephanie glared at him, "Let this be a warning, Lt. Commander Jericho -- If you DARE lay your hands on me again, I will throw you in the brig for insubordination! I am Commander Stephanie McMahon, damnit! And I will NOT let a subordinate treat me with disrespect! Is that UNDERSTOOD, Lt. Commander?"

     Jericho nodded curtly, "Yes… SIR…" he spat out the last word. Stephanie turned on her heel and headed back to Jeff and Crash, grateful she was able to save face in front of her crew.

     "Commander Stephanie McMahon reaches not-so-deep within and pulls out her bitchy tendencies," Jeff smiled, "Kick ass!"

     "Shut up, Jeff!" Stephanie snapped.

     Jeff looked hurt, "Looks like the bad Jericho vibes are contagious,"

     Stephanie took a breath to calm herself down, "Listen, far be it from me to apologize to you… but…"

     Jeff smiled, "But... you’re sorry for snapping at me just now?" he winked, "Accepted. It will be our little secret," he looked beside him, "Er… and Crash’s too, right?"

     Crash nodded, "Oh yes, Miss Stephanie ma’am and Mr. Jeff sir,"

     Stephanie spoke louder as she looked out over Engineering, "Ok people, show’s over. Back to work!"

CAPTAIN McMAHON’S QUARTERS

    A strange, amber liquid slithered under Captain McMahon’s door and across the floor. In a few moments, it took the form of Ensign Raven and headed for the large redwood desk in the corner, "Let’s see what’s been going through your mind, Vince," he said, and picked up McMahon’s log book. He quickly hacked into it, and watched the personal logs:

    "Captain’s personal log, stardate 011520.01. I’m becoming a bit despondent as we go another week without seeing any other planets. I cannot let the crew know how I feel. I am the Captain and I must be strong for them. I haven’t even shared my concerns with my dear Stephanie, or my son, Shane. They have enough to worry about with their own duties. At least my children have a few friends on board. I, unfortunately, don’t have that luxury. As Captain, it would be unacceptable to socialize with lower-ranking officers,"

    "At most I have my assistants, Brisco and Patterson, but I’ve been thinking of locking them in the brig as their sheer stupidity is an insult to not only myself, but all of WrestleFleet." McMahon’s image sighed dejectedly, "I have considered speaking to Counselor Snow, but to tell Al I’m getting more pessimistic about our journey home would be counter-productive—as Al will probably take the news worse then I…"

    The image of McMahon looked at his padd, "The latest transmission Molly brought from Wrestlefleet is not very promising. Although they have sent the Extremeship to us, they only succeeded in traping BOTH myself and Heyman's crew in this quadrant. WrestleFleet is no closer to finding a way to get us home then they were last month. They have therefore ordered our ships to keep exploring this quadrant and report back." McMahon’s image put the padd down. He rubbed his eyes, looking very weary, "End log…" he said quietly, and the picture fizzled out.

    "Poor Vince needs a vacation," Ensign Raven spoke with feigned sympathy as he copied the Captain’s latest personal logs to a data chip, "And I know just the Commander to provide it,"

    Raven quickly melted into his liquid form and slid up the wall behind the Captain’s bed, taking the form of a picture. He would observe the Captain and report back to Shane as soon as McMahon was asleep…

THE SMACKDOWN

     "Stephanie actually threatened to throw Jericho in the brig?" Terri asked Crash as the Houdinian and his cousin, Molly, sat at the bar in the Smackdown.

     "Oh yeah! Miss Stephanie was real mad!"

     "I don’t know him real well, but I always thought he was a nice guy," Ensign Molly started from her place beside her cousin Crash.

     "He is!" Crash replied, then shrugged, "I guess people change."

     "There’s change, and then there’s doing a total 180!" Terri said, "I should find out what happened,"

     "Uh, you really don’t want to talk to him,  Miss Terri ma’am," Crash said.

     She waved that thought away, "Please, Crash, I’m not scared of him. Sometimes people need a friend to bring them to their senses!"

LT. COMMANDER JERICHO'S QUARTERS

    "What?" Jericho snapped when the chimes on his door rang.

    "Chris? Can I come in?" It was Terri.

    "Come," Jericho replied.

    The doors swooshed open and Terri entered. She looked at Jericho and smiled, "So... what's up?"

    Jericho raised his eyes from the padd he was reading, his expression unfriendly, "Nothing. What do you want?"

    "I just wanted to see how you were. Crash was worried about you. He told me what happened in Engineering. I just wanted to know if anything was wrong," Terri said.

    "Did I make the little Houdinian cry?" Jericho replied, "I don't know why he came running to YOU. It's not like you could do a damn thing about it!"

    "Chris..." Terri began, all lightness gone from her voice. Now she was getting annoyed.

    "If Crash has a problem with me, HE needs to tell me. He shouldn't get some 2-credit bartender to confront me on his behalf."

    Terri was taken aback at his tone, "What's wrong with you?!"

    "Go away," Jericho replied.

    Terri frowned, "No! You tell me what the hell is wrong with you first!"

     "You never listen, do you? Though I shouldn't be surprised. I mean, it's not like this is the first time you've ignored me! I remember I told you that Nurse Saturn was a loon when you first began dating him... and yet you still did! And looked what happened, he found a MOP more interesting then you!" he smiled coldly, "Though just about anything is more interesting then you.,"

    Terri's eyes went wide. She blinked quickly, trying to hold back tears. Her friend's words hurt her more then any physical blow ever could. He had never given her the 'I told you so' speech when she and Saturn broke up. In fact, he had been extremely kind and supportive... but now... now he was throwing it in her face, and adding insult to injury in the process!

    "I guess the tin man DIDN'T get his heart after all...." Terri said quietly, recalling a conversation she had overheard at the bar about a trip to the Kanatian mountains, and a certain book of wishes.

    Without another word, Terri turned her back on Lt. Commander Jericho, and walked out.

CAPTAIN VINCE McMAHON'S QUARTERS – 23:30

    McMahon sat in his chair and looked out over his room. He frowned. Something wasn't right.

    McMahon quickly stood up and spun around. Why did he feel like someone was watching him? No. That was crazy. No one was watching him. Why would they? Since the Nytrons had become part of the crew, McMahon had his quarters swept for hidden microphones and cameras at least twice a day.

Vince sighed and sat down again, rubbing his temples. Perhaps he just needed to sleep? Yes... that was it. Sleep would do him well. The stress of being lost and unable to find a way home weighed heavily on the Captain's mind. He knew he would not be able to forsee all the exterior problems that lay ahead for him and his crew, but at least the Captain could stake out internal problems.

    With that thought, McMahon closed his eyes and lay down on his bed. He was asleep within minutes.

    On the wall behind the bed, a picture of the Titanprize seemed to melt and slide down the wall. The melted liquid quietly changed form and within seconds, Ensign Raven stood at the head of the Captain's bed.  Raven headed to the front of McMahon's quarters and began to melt once again. The liquid quickly seeped through the small space under the door and out into the corridor.

TITANPRIZE CORRIDORS

    Raven returned to his human form outside Captain McMahon’s quarters and quickly tapped his comm badge, "Ensign Raven to Commander Shane McMahon. I'm ready to report on our latest--" he paused, his ears perking up at a voice down the hall

    "I need to learn more hand-to-hand combat techniques. Would you be able to show me, Spike?"

    "Molly," Raven said quietly.

    "Our latest MOLLY, Ensign Raven?" Commander Shane asked over the comm link.

    Raven quickly remembered what he was doing. Damn that little Holly girl! She had a way of distracting him, "I mean, I’m ready to report on our latest PROJECT,"

    "Very well. Meet me in my office in twenty minutes," Shane commanded, "McMahon out,"

    Raven closed the comm link, and leaned casually against the bulkhead as Molly came around the corner. "Hey Moll… you don’t need to ask the extreme wimp to teach you when I can,"

    Molly looked at Raven, "Uh... well..."

    "She doesn't want your help, Raven," Extremeship Ensign Spike said.

    "Oh come on now, munchkin, shouldn’t you let the lady make her own decisions?"

    "I think I’ll ask Miss Jacquie instead. She’s been moved to security with Mr. Bradshaw and Mr. Farooq," Molly replied, trying to be polite.

    Raven shrugged nonchalantly, "Why bother Jacquie when I’m offering?"

    "I told you she doesn’t WANT your help!" Spike replied.

    Raven pushed away from the wall and towered over Spike, "Do you always speak for her?" he asked, then smiled coldly, "You know you can’t protect her forever, kid," he turned to Molly, "Can he?"

    Molly put her hands on her hips. Obviously, being polite wasn't working, "I’m sorry, Mr. Raven," she said sternly, "But Spike and I have to go! Excuse us!"

    "Oh of course… you go and have fun. Don’t let me stop you…" he stepped aside and let the two go. Molly shot him an unfriendly look and he returned it with a smirk. Ensign Molly was a spunky little thing, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

ENGINEERING - 02:00h

    Engineering was dark and empty save for the glow of the warp core, and Lt Commander Jericho going the over daily diagnostics and subroutines.

    She had to do this quickly and quietly, lest he hear her coming. She slowly walked up behind him, and raised her hand, holding high a shiny object .

    Jericho quickly spun around and grabbed her arm. The hypospray fell to the floor with a clatter, "What are you doing, Commander?" he asked, his voice like ice. Stephanie said nothing as she winced painfully, "I repeat --- WHAT are you doing?"

    "You’re malfunctioning!" Stephanie replied.

    Jericho paused for a moment, then let go of her, "There’s nothing wrong with me, Commander,"

    "Yes there is!" Stephanie insisted, "What happened to you? One moment, you’re in my quarters kis—"

    "THAT was a malfunction," he interrupted quickly, raising his voice again, "It’s been corrected,"

    Stephanie eyed him suspiciously, "WHO corrected it?" she asked.

    Jericho turned back to his console, "If you’ll excuse me, Commander, I have duties to attend to here,"

    Commander Stephanie put a hand on his shoulder and spun him around to face her again, "Don’t you DARE dismiss me like that! I am giving you an order! WHO corrected your malfunction?"

    Jericho feigned sympathy, "Awww, poor little Stephie isn't getting her way today. I feel for you, I really do."

    "Shut up, Lt. Commander! I demand answers, and I will not leave until you provide them! I want you to---"

    "You want me?" Jericho interrupted with a smirk. He suddenly grabbed Stephanie and brought his face close to hers. Was he going to kiss her again? "You really have to get over this crush you have on me, Commander," his voice was a harsh whisper, "It’s interfering with our professional relationship," he then pushed her away and chuckled quietly.

   Stephanie’s eyes went wide as realization hit, "My god…" she gasped, "He did it!" She backed away from Jericho, hugging herself as a cold chill crept up her spine.

    "What's the matter, Steph?" Jericho asked with mock concern, "You suddenly don't like me anymore? Tsk tsk... such a shame... though I can't say I'll miss our friendship much... or whatever the hell you'd define our relationship as," he cocked his head to the side, and glared at her with ice-blue eyes, "But then, you never DID want to define it, did you, Stephie?"

    Stephanie stared at him, not wanting to believe the person before her used to be someone she--- it didn’t matter. There was definitely something wrong with the Y2J Unit.

     Stephanie put a hand to her mouth, tears burning her eyes as she realized what had happened... and why! Lt. Commander Jericho's current behaviour was HER fault! All her fault.

    If Stephanie had been more careful with the anti-virus Lt. Benoit had given her...  Commander Shane McMahon would never have successfully reprogrammed Lt. Commander Jericho!