SEASON FIVE

EPISODE 10: THE POWERS THAT BE
PART ONE

By: Elektra

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

... And many more!
 

WWF TITANPRIZE - CAPTAIN’S READY ROOM

     "Captain’s log, stardate 070120.00. We have met with the Emperor from New Woah-yah in an attempt to get their planet to sign a cease-fire with the United WrestleFleet Federation. The Woah-yah people have battled with WrestleFleet for many years now, and seem overly  aggressive. We must step lightly around them. So far, everything seems to be all right between us... but yet I have a feeling that just under the surface, the Woah-yah’s  may be a few cards shy of a deck. End log."

     Captain McMahon took a deep breath. These were very stressful negotiations! Emperor Ulti-mat was a difficult man to deal with. Either he would not show up for their meetings, or he would simply sit there staring, looking ready to explode at any moment. It’s not that Captain McMahon would upset him in any way. Quite the opposite. It just seemed to be Ulti-mat’s natural personality.

     The Captain stood up slowly, and headed to the meeting room to continue the negotiations. As enemies, the Woah-yah’s were a threat... but as allies, they could be WrestleFleet’s greatest blessing.

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SICKBAY

     "They contacted me last night..." Nurse Bearer began. Dr. Taker didn’t have to ask WHO.   "It seems They are disappointed in you, Taker... they do not think you have provided sufficient positive use of your gift since They returned you...." Nurse Bearer spoke.

     Dr. Taker scowled, "I don’t give a damn WHAT They think!" he said.

     "The reason behind uniting us was to keep an eye on you and influence your behaviour. What am I to tell Them?"

     "Tell Them They can kiss my stank ass! I am here because They couldn’t find a place for me, and I shall continue to exist as I see fit! After TEN years, NOW they decide to check up on me?"

     "Time means nothing there.  To Them, it has only been a number of days..."

      "What are They expecting me to do?"

     "I do not know..." Nurse Bearer said, "I am simply the link between you and Them. I am unaware of what They think or expect. They have informed me that if you do not use your gift for something other then destruction, torment, and fear, they will have to take drastic action... "

     Dr. Taker put his feet up on his desk and leaned back in his chair, "and what drastic action would THAT be? They gonna kill me?" he chuckled coldly, "Now wouldn't THAT be something..."

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MEETING ROOM

     "I believe the terms in this contract will be acceptable to you..." Captain McMahon said, and handed a padd to Emperor Ulti-mat.

     The Emperor looked through it, and frowned, "Unacceptable. These provisos do not meet with my predilection!"

     McMahon blinked. What the hell did he just say? McMahon guessed it was something about not liking the terms and conditions. One thing he had come to accept is that Emperor Ulti-mat seemed to have an entirely different grasp of the Universal WrestleFleet language then everyone else.  Captain McMahon shook his head, "I don’t understand, Emperor. What is it that you dislike?"

     "We were negotiating for full utilization of WrestleFleet technology. Not this wretched limited percentage,"

     "Emperor, with all due respect," McMahon began, "We cannot possibly give you full use of our technology.  Because of our history, surely you understand that."

     Ulti-mat stood up angrily, "Until you produce particulars on which we can both acquiesce, our negotiations are concluded!"

     "Emperor Ulti-mat..." Captain McMahon began, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt, "Give me a few days to speak to WrestleFleet. Perhaps we can come to an agreement that would please you..."

     "Very well. You have 5 days to provide me with a covenant I shall be content with! Now..." he looked at the Captain, "If you would permit us a tour of your interstellar vessel, it would perhaps eradicate my current disposition!"

     "Fine," he tapped his comm badge, "Commander Kane, please come to my meeting room. Our guests would like a tour."

     In a few moments, Commander Kane arrived and took the Emperor and his entourage from McMahon’s hands.

     The Captain shook his head and sighed. Things would be so much easier if WrestleFleet hadn’t assigned him to be their mouthpiece in these peace negotiations! Damn them!

     McMahon stood up, and headed to his ready room to inform WrestleFleet of Emperor Ulti-mat’s response to the contract.

     This would NOT be easy.

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ENGINEERING

     "Your father knows how to pile on the bull. I wouldn’t worry about the negotiations falling through, Skankanie…" Lt. Commander Jericho began.

     "Would you STOP calling me that, bits for brains? Can’t you think of---" she stopped as the Engineering doors opened.

     Commander Kane walked in with the dignitaries and Emperor from New Woah-yah.

     Commander Stephanie quickly quieted herself, and turned back to her station, trying to look busy. Lt. Commander Jericho followed suit. They would have time to insult each other later. Right now, making a good impression for Emperor Ulti-mat was more important.

     Unit Y2J studied the Emperor out of the corner of his eye. He was a big, hulking man who seemed to be pumped up on some unknown stimulant. Perhaps that explained why the man seemed to shake with an undignified rage even in the simple act of walking through Engineering.

     He could only imagine how much trouble the Captain was going through to make this guy happy.

     Emperor Ulti-mat walked by the Hardys and Ensign Lita, then came up to Jericho and Stephanie’s positions. The Emperor took a moment to study Stephanie, "What is your name and position?" he demanded.

     "Commander Stephanie McMahon, Chief Engineer..." she replied.

     "You are the Captain’s daughter, correct..."

     "Yes, sir... I am..." she replied.

     He nodded, "Interesting..." he said, "Perhaps I shall see more of you later..." he replied, and walked on.

     Commander Stephanie looked at the Y2J Unit, but he seemed at a loss to explain the Emperor’s sudden interest in her as well.

     Then again, he was at a loss to explain ANYONE’S interest in Commander Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley.

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SICKBAY

     Dr. Taker tended to the messy cut on Ensign Christian’s face. The Ensign was noticeably upset, "Please tell me there won’t be a scar! Edge and I have another Galaxy Beat shoot next week! I can’t have anything blemishing this perfect face!"

     Dr. Taker rolled his eyes. He found Ensigns Edge and Christian perhaps THE most annoying crewmen on the ship... though Ensign Angle was second in that position. "You will be fine. When I am done, there shall be no sign you were ever hurt,"

     Ensign Christian almost cried, "Oh thank you, Dr. Taker. You are SO the man!"

     "What happened, boy?" he asked.

     "One of the Woah-yah’s attacked me in The Smackdown. I mean, just because I told him his hairstyle was SO out of date, he goes and whacks me! You’d think he’d be HAPPY for the fashion tip!"

     "Woah-yah’s do not take kindly to fashion tips. In fact, they do not take kind to ANYTHING. I suggest you steer clear of them from now on..."

     "Well DUH!" Ensign Christian replied, then looked at the doctor, "Am I beautiful again?" he asked.

     Dr. Taker put his tools back, "You are normal again, yes." he replied.

     "Thanks, Dr. Taker! You totally rule!" with that Ensign Christian jumped off the diagnostic’s table and left Sickbay.

     Nurse Bearer came up to Dr. Taker, "Perhaps this is a test. An situation in which you can use your gift to Their liking..."

     Dr. Taker scowled at Nurse Bearer, "A test my ass! I will do what I wish. THEY do not dictate to me!" then he allowed a cold smile, "Besides,  what would they do if I chose to ignore Their test?"

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CAPTAIN’S MEETING ROOM - 5 DAYS LATER

     Captain McMahon smiled and handed Emperor Ulti-mat the latest contract. Surely he would be happy with this! Wouldn’t he?

     "UNACCEPTABLE!" The Emperor thundered angrily.

     McMahon was taken aback. How was that unacceptable? It was actually quite reasonable! In fact, it was more reasonable then what they had provided other planets during similar negotiations. "Emperor! I don’t understand!"

     "I ask for unlimited access to WrestleFleet technology and you still have not granted it!"

     "But you know our reasons!"

     "You do not trust me! Hardly fitting for allies!" Emperor Ulti-mat snapped angrily.

     "Forgive me, Emperor... but WrestleFleet is only willing to give to you what you are willing to give to them..." McMahon replied.

     Emperor Ulti-mat stood up, "Very well! Then you can inform your fatuous WrestleFleet that these reconciliation negotiations have concluded. I shall be returning to my ship now, CAPTAIN!" with that, the Emperor stormed out angrily.

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CAPTAIN’S READY ROOM

     "I don’t know what to do, Linda!" Captain McMahon said to his wife, the Chief of Chiefs at WrestleFleet headquarters. He studied her lovely face on his Vid Phone, "They refused every offer! They want complete access to our technology while protecting their own!"

     "That’s impossible, Vince!" Linda said, "It puts us in a precarious position should they try and turn on their agreement!"

     "I know!" McMahon replied, "But do we just let it go or what? Any OTHER Emperor would have accepted our terms! But Ulti-mat---"

     Suddenly, the Titanprize jerked violently, and Captain McMahon and the Vid phone flew across the room, "Vince?" Linda’s voice called, "Vince, are you ok? What’s going on there?"

     The red-alert klaxons sounded, "We’re under attack!" he said

     "Bridge to Captain McMahon. Your ass... bring it!" Lt. Rock spoke over the comm.

     The Captain didn’t need to be told twice.

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ENGINEERING

     "Hey! Nice catch, Chris...!" Ensign Matt applauded the Y2J Unit. Jericho had caught Commander Stephanie, who had fallen off the balcony near the top of the warp core when the ship had shaken.

     "Yeah," Lt. Commander Jericho muttered, "Too bad..."  He then dropped Stephanie ungracefully on her rear.

     "OUCH! You stupid piece of SCRAP! Don't you know how to treat a lady?" she shouted.

    "Lady? Where is there a lady?!" Jericho replied.

    "Shut up, Jericho!" Stephanie snapped, then noticed Lt. Jeff snickering, "You find this FUNNY, Lt. Hardly?!" she shouted.

    Jeff quickly stopped snickering, "No, Commander..." he said, then turned back to his duties, hiding a smile.

    Stephanie frowned from her place on the floor, "What the hell happened anyway!"

     "Well, Skankanie, I’d say someone fired on us..." the Y2J Unit replied.

     "But WHY?"

     "Because they hate us? Just a guess..." Jericho replied.

     Stephanie opened her mouth to say more when a shimmer of light suddenly surrounded her, "What the---" she didn’t get the last words out.

     Commander Stephanie McMahon disappeared completely from the WWF Titanprize.

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BRIDGE

     "Return my daughter to me, Ulti-mat!" Captain McMahon demanded.

     The Woah-yah Emperor appeared on the Titanscreen, his face now decorated in battle paint, "Not until you immolate what we desire!"

     "It’s not my choice, Emperor!"

     "Then what we do to your female offspring will not be MY choice either,"

     "We cannot provide you with more then we have already offered, Emperor. We’re sorry..."

     "Yes... Captain... you will be VERY sorry! Or more like... your DAUGHTER will be..."

     Suddenly, weapons discharge followed by a scream could be heard through the Titanscreen from the Woah-yah ship.

     "STEPHANIE!" McMahon shouted.

     The Emperor spoke, "You are yelling for a specter, McMahon...."

     "What .... what do you mean?" he said.

     He smiled cruelly, "Your cherished daughter, Stephanie, has expired..."

END OF SEASON 5