SEASON SIX

EPISODE 4: RETURN OF RUSSO

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 070420.00. All is relatively calm here. One of our Smackdown employees, Chyna, is currently being trained by Commander Kane  for Titanprize secruity. He has been suitably impressed by her skills and recommends that I reinstate her as a WrestleFleet officer. His recomendation is under consideration. End log."

    With that, Captain McMahon closed his log book and headed to the bridge.

BRIDGE

    Captain McMahon sat in his chair, watching his crew and bridge. Everything was running as it should be. Even the big grey planet looming in the Titanscreen was as devoid of life as Ensign Blackman's personality.

    Reso-7. How boring!

    Suddenly, Ensign Edge straightened up in his chair, "Woah! Captain! Sensors indicate a shuttle heading towards the planet in freefall!"

    "On screen!" The Captain commanded. The hull of a damaged shuttled appeared on the Titanscreen, "It's a Nytron shuttle!"

    McMahon knew the Nytron's all too well... but Nytron High Commander Russo had been locked away in a WrestleFleet maximum security prison for a year now. McMahon and his crew had helped put him there after the power-hungry man had created his own faction from the members of the WCW Thunder crew. Rebels. They had even claimed their own sector of space. Nytron space.

    Luckily, McMahon had stopped the Nytron faction before it was too late...

    Or maybe it already WAS too late, if the Nytron shuttle that was spiraling towards Reso-7 was any indication.

    "Lock a tractor beam on the shuttle before it crashes! Commander Kane, get a security team together and meet me and Dr. Taker in Shuttlebay 4! Shane, you have the bridge!"

    "Thanks pops!" Shane replied happily.

    With that, the Captain headed off.

 SHUTTLEBAY 4

    Commander Kane, Lieutenants Bradshaw, and Farooq, and Security Trainee Chyna had joined McMahon and Dr. Taker in the shuttlebay. The damaged Nytron shuttle stood before them.

    "Open it," McMahon ordered. Commander Kane did so, holding his phaser ready. He looked inside, and gave McMahon a nod, which indicated that either the shuttle occupant was unconscious, or dead.

    Dr. Taker went in the shuttle for a few moments, then came back out, "A woman. She's unconscious," he said, and turned to his assistants, Nurse Bearer, and Nurse Saturn. "Take her to sickbay."

    The assistants headed into the shuttle with a gurney and emerged with Dr. Taker's latest vict-- er... patient.

    The doctor and Commander Kane followed Saturn and Bearer to sickbay. Bradshaw and Farooq were given permission to return to their card game in the Smackdown.

SICKBAY

    "What is your name?" Dr. Taker asked his groggy patient. She sat up on the diagnostics bed carefully, so as not to aggravate her injuries -- bruised ribs, and a sprained wrist. Trainee Chyna stood behind Dr. Taker with Commander Kane, ready to leap into action at a moment's notice.

    The woman spoke quietly, "Ensign Kimberly," she said, "Formerly of the WCW Thunder..."

    "And a Nytron girl..." Dr. Taker said gravely, scrunching his nose as the smell of her strong perfume invaded his nostrils. Odd that his patient would have time to put perfume on while she was spiraling towards certain death...

    Kimberly shook her head, "No. Not a Nytron anymore. I'm a defector..."

    Dr. Taker raised an eybrow, "Really? I find that difficult to believe ... but... " he tapped his comm badge, "Dr. Taker to Captain McMahon. Your presence is needed in sickbay."

    Within a few minutes, Captain McMahon arrived, "I've been told you're a defector..." he said to Kimberly. "Are we supposed to believe you?"

    Kimberly looked at him, stricken, "Yes!" she said, "Look at my shuttle! I ran away, and they tried to kill me!" she pouted. It was quite an attractive pout, which seemed to affect both McMahon and Kane.

    Chyna and Dr. Taker gave each other a brief glance, then turned back to Kimberly, "Tell me," Captain McMahon started sympathetically, "Tell me all about it..."

    "Well..." Kimberly sobbed softly, "Bishoff -- Russo's second in command -- and I, we..." she seemed uncomfortable, "We grew close... and he told me stuff. LOTS of stuff... about how he was taking over the Nytrons and how we were going to be better then Russo ever dreamed of! And... how he was going to attack the Toysrus Colony to prove that he had more... brass... then Russo ever did..." Tears began running down her face, "He was power mad! I mean, the Toysrus Colony is mostly an orphanage for abandoned Children sponsored by WrestleFleet! I couldn't imagine..." she began sobbing hysterically.

    Captain McMahon took a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to her. She wiped her eyes and apologized, "It's ok, my dear... you've been through a lot. Now... what happened when you voiced your displeasure over Bishoff's plan?"

    "He threatened to leave me on the colony with the children since I cared so much for them!" she shook her head, "I just can't believe he'd let power corrupt him like this! To let innocent Children die to prove that he's a big tough guy..." she shivered again, "I had to get away! I HAD to!" McMahon put an arm around her shoulders, comforting her -- and smiling as he inhaled her sweet-smelling perfume, "He's going to do it! I know he is! We have to stop him! We have to save the children!" she cried.

    "It's ok... we'll take care of it..." McMahon turned to Chyna, "See her to the guest quarters and take care of her..."

    Chyna blinked, "Me?" she asked, speaking for the first time, "But sir, I don't think I'm trained enough yet to...."

    "You're female!" McMahon replied. "That's all the training you need! She needs a woman's compassion, Trainee Chyna, not a security officer..."

    "But, sir..." Chyna was at a loss. Why wasn't Commander Kane saying anything? Kimberly was still a Nytron! She still needed a proper security escort! Unless the big red security officer was as much sucked into her tears as McMahon.

    "Vince..." Dr. Taker spoke up, "Chyna has a point. She is not yet trained to properly escort a security risk throughout the ship..."

    "Thank goodness for Dr. Taker!" Chyna thought, and for once was grateful the grim doctor had a heart of ice. He would never be moved by a woman's tears. Actually, he would never be moved by ANYTHING. That much she was sure of.

    "Your point is noted, and ignored, Doctor..." McMahon replied, then turned to Chyna, "I am hearby taking Kimberly off Security escort. She is obviously no risk to us. Now escort her to her room, and help her with anything she needs. From here on, you will be her body guard, not her security escort! Some members of my crew are not so willing to listen to her story! You are to protect her from them, is that understood, Trainee?"

    Chyna opened her mouth to protest, but the Captain's glare was all it took to shut it. Chyna frowned, "Yes sir..." she muttered, then looked at Kimberly, "Come on. I'll show you to your quarters..."

    Kimberly smiled slightly, and slid off the diagnostic's bed, following behind Chyna very closely as the two left Sickbay.

WRESLTLEFLEET MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON COLONY 10

    A hidden WrestleFleet communicator crackled to life, "Phase 1 of the plan is in place. Phase 2 is currently being plotted. Waiting for further orders." with that, the communicator went silent, and the listener quickly hid it back under his pillow.

    "Russo! Dinner time. Stop talking to yourself!" A WrestleFleet prison guard spoke as he came up to Russo's cell..."

    "Talking to myself? Well, it ain't like there's anyone else to talk to here... unless you'd like to sit and keep me company for a bit!"

    The prison guard just handed him his food, and headed on his way.

    Russo smiled. Yes. This would be the greatest act of his life! He would play WrestleFleet like the fools they were... and reap the benefits!

    And then... and then, he could get revenge on the man who put him in this hell hole! Captain Vincent K. McMahon!

WWF TITANPRIZE - THE SMACKDOWN

    Chyna watched Kimberly chatting with the other crewmembers. She hated being forced into such a difficult position. She was a security trainee... not some rebel's bodyguard!

    "Something wrong, girl?" Terri asked as she leaned against the bar.

    Chyna sighed, "I'm stuck bodyguarding that Nytron rebel!" she muttered.

    "You don't trust her." Terri said matter-of-factly.

    Chyna frowned, "I don't trust her as far as I can throw her..."

    "But with your strength, you can throw pretty far I imagine..." Terri smiled.

    Chyna smiled in return, "Perhaps that was a bad analogy..." she grew serious again, "I know Eddie used to serve with her on the WCW ship..." she said. "I wonder if he could tell me a few things about her..."

    "So did Lt. Commander Jericho, Ensign Malenko, and Lt. Benoit," Terri offered. Then looked at who was coming towards the bar, "Speak of the devil..." she muttered, and quickly went back behind her bar to look busy as Lt. Benoit came and sat down.

    Chyna looked at him. She had never really talked to him before... but.. there was always a first time...  "Um... Lieutenant?" she asked.

    "What?" he replied sharply.

    Chyna cleared her throat, "I ... um... was just wondering... did you serve with Kimberly?"

    He looked at her, "Yes. Why?"

    "What was she like?" Chyna asked.

    He shrugged, and turned back to the room, "I never paid much attention to her,"

    "Well... was she trustworthy?" Chyna asked, "Or was she the type that ... well... could use her tears and such to manipulate people?"

    Benoit narrowed his eyes and glared at Chyna, "You think she's faking?" he asked.

    Chyna shrinked under the glare. Had Lt. Benoit been tricked too? And here she thought he was one of the least emotional guys aboard the ship, "Well..." Chyna began, "Maybe..."

    "Hm..." he said, and leaned back in his chair, studying Kimberly - who was now cozying up to Ensign Malenko, "Most likely. She was a wench when I knew her. I don't see how much could change."

    Yup. He was still a cold fish.

    Chyna brightened, "You think so?" she asked,  "So I'm not totally insane?"

    "I don't know about your mental facilities..." Benoit said, "But I never trusted her. Always had to get her way 'cuz she was everyone's favourite diamond girl!"

    "Kind of like Stephanie..." Chyna muttered, then turned to Benoit, "Think you can help me keep an eye on her?"

    "No." he said.

    Chyna's face fell, "But ... why not?" she asked.

    "Because I dislike you. I dislike working with you. I dislike talking to you," he then smiled coldly, "And do I give a damn if she messes with this ship?" he shrugged, "Maybe. Maybe not. I can always find another ship to be stationed on." With that, he stood up, and left.

    Chyna frowned, and mentally crossed Lt. Benoit off her list of those who could help. Next... Eddie. She knew at least HE was friendly with her. Chyna giggled. Yes, he was VERY friendly with her...

CHYNA AND ENSIGN EDDIE GUERRERO'S QUARTERS

    "Sweetie... you know Kimberly, right?" Chyna asked as they snuggled together on the couch. Someone else was bodyguarding Kimberly for the night.

    "Ya. I knew her from a while back. Why, Mamacita?" Eddie asked.

    "Well... I was just wondering... do you believe her?"

    "What… about the Toysrus Colony attack?" he smiled, "Ay, Mamacita... she wouldn't lie about that!"

    "But what if she DID?"

    "You saw her shuttle. It was trashed, Mamacita. She almost crashed on Reso-7. You think she'd go through all that just to lie to us?" he asked.

    Chyna sighed. Obviously Eddie had fallen prey to Kimberly's charms too, "Never mind..." Chyna muttered, a tad jealous. Just because a beautiful woman happened to come on board, the male crewmen suddenly felt there was no need to think rationally! Even Commander Kane didn't protest the slacking security around the woman!

    "Ey... Mamacita... you mad at your Latino Heat?" he asked, almost pitifully.

    Chyna turned to him, and saw him pouting. It was just too cute... and sad.

    Chyna quickly smiled, "No. I could never stay mad at you ..." she said, and hugged him tightly. The hug then turned into a kiss... and then... well... things just followed their natural course.

ENGINEERING

    "Chris! Got a minute?" Chyna asked as she rushed into Engineering.

    Lt. Commander Jericho looked up from his station, "I've always got a minute for you, Wonder Woman," he said.

    Chyna smiled at the nickname. Jericho seemed to be the only male crewmember completely comfortable with her new-found strength, though that was probably because he was STILL stronger then her.  "I wanted to talk to you about Kimberly," She said.

    "Oh, Skananie's evil twin?" he replied.

    "So you're not affected by her sob story?" Chyna asked.

    "I'm not affected by much," he said, and tapped his chest, reminding Chyna that what lay inside was merely wires.

    Chyna could have sworn he sounded sad for a moment there, but no matter. Back to the task at hand, "I'm suspicious. I've talked to everyone on board and only three males - you, Lt. Benoit, and Dr. Taker -- seem to be the only ones NOT under her spell..." she sighed, "Lt. Benoit wouldn't help me, and Dr Taker..." she shivered, "Well, let's just says he's the last person I want to owe something too... so I was wondering if you---"

    "No can do, Xena," Jericho interrupted politely, "Skankanie's decided to take a few days off to spend what she considers 'quality time' with Hunter -- which pretty much consists of her cozying up to him, and him pushing her out an airlock when she isn't looking," he shrugged, "Anyway, I'm stuck doing HER job and my own. It's pretty much 24/7 for the next little while,"

    "Oh," Chyna said, not hiding her disappointment.

    "I have a suggestion, though. Stay as close to Kimmy as possible and see if your suspicions are valid," Jericho offered, "You're supposed to be her bodyguard, right? Use that as an excuse to snoop around. Claim it's for her own safety."

    Chyna nodded, "Yes... that would work!" she smiled, "Thanks Chris! I appreciate it!"

    "No prob. Good luck!" he said.

    Chyna waved, and quickly left Engineering to set about her task.

WRESLTLEFLEET MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON COLONY 10

    A beautiful woman ran up to the front desk, "Help me!" she cried. "Please! You have to help me!"

    The Guard stationed there quickly stood up, "Who are you?!" he demanded, knowing better then to leave his post.

    "I'm...." suddenly she collapsed across his desk. He was torn between staying at his post, and aiding her.  He took a deep breath, and smelled sweet perfume.

    The hell with his post! This woman needed help! He quickly went to her aid.

    She looked up at him as he leaned over her, eyes hard, "I'm Chae... " she smiled a cold smile, "And YOU'RE dead!"

    Before the guard could protect himself, Chae plunged a hypospray into his neck -- something that had been easily hidden by the metal detectors at the doors.

    The guard looked stricken. He tried to speak, but his throat closed... cutting off his vocal chords and oxygen. He hit the intercom, but was unable to give his warning as he slumped over his desk... lifeless.

    Chae looked at the closed-circuit TV monitors, and saw nothing but a blank entrance way being viewed in a constant feedback loop. Her fellow Nytron girl, Chameleon, had succeeded in disguising herself and 'fixing' the security cameras... and obviously disposing of the WrestleFleet security officers who were stationed at them.

    Chae picked up the communicator hidden in her pocket, "Chae to Syren. All clear!"

    A few seconds later, another Nytron girl entered the building. Chae shoved aside the poisoned guard, and called up the location of Russo's cell on the computer. She nodded to Syren, and grabbed the dead guard's phaser.  She turned on her communicator, "We need some guards at the desk..." she said with a smile.

    Within a few moments, Nytron girls Chiquita and Spice entered the building wearing WrestleFleet security uniforms. They quickly used their phasers to disentigrate the guard that lay sprawled on the floor, and took his place behind the desk.

    Chae nodded her approval, then she and Syren quickly headed off in search of their commander.

WWF TITANPRIZE - KIMBERLY'S QUARTERS

    Chyna watched Kimberly as she neatened her temporary quarters. Kimberly looked at her, "You don't have to watch me so closely. I don't think anyone is going to hurt me..." she smiled sweetly. She was about to open her purse when Chyna stopped her. "What is it?" Kimberly asked.

    "I must insist I look through that first..." Chyna said, "No telling when someone might plant a bomb in there..."

    Kimberly furrowed her brow, "But..."

    "No buts!" Chyna tugged the purse out of Kimberly's hands, and opened it. She rummaged through it carefully, as Jericho has suggested, but found nothing but a bottle of perfume. "What make is this?" Chyna asked as she held up the perfume bottle.

    Kimberly quickly grabbed it from her, "It's a special blend made just for me..." she said, "Don't touch it!"

    Did she sound nervous for a moment? Chyna looked at her, hiding her suspicions, "Fine. Sorry. Mind if I look around? I have to make sure everything is safe..."

    "But you didn't do this the other day!" Kimberly protested.

    "It was my oversight, " Chyna said, "As I mentioned, I'm a trainee. Excuse me..." with that, she began looking through the cupboards and closets. Nothing!

    "I think you've looked through quite enough now!" Kimberly said, getting impatient. "I'd like to go to sleep, if you don't mind..."

    "Go ahead..." Chyna said, and sat down on a chair across from Kimberly's bed.

    "Um..." Kimberly looked uncomfortable, "Shouldn't you be standing watch outside my door?" she asked.

    "No." Chyna replied, "I can protect you better in here..." she smiled, "Besides, we're both girls. We don't have to worry about modesty!"

    Kimberly was about to protest again, but realized it was pointless. With a sigh, she went into the washroom...

WRESTLEFLEET MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON COLONY 10

    "Report..." a voice came through Chae's communicator, crackling with static.

    "We're in," she replied. "How are things on your end?"

    "We're heading towards the Toysrus colony!"

    Chae smiled, "The perfume worked then. The men fell for your story!"

    "Yes," came the reply. "It will take a while before I can convince them to head towards your coordinates, however. I must gain their complete trust... but I'm sure you'll have everything under control when we DO get there."

    "Of course we will! The Prison Colony is almost ours now! Lots of weapons for us to play with here..."

    "Good. Tell Russo I have a small problem though... there's this amazon woman who's been assigned as my bodyguard. She seems very concerned with watching me. I don't know how many times I will be able to contact you..."

    "That's ok. Syren and I know what needs to be done," Chae said.  "And we're sure you'll be able to take care of the amazon if she gets too curious, Kim..."

    "Yes. I WILL be able to take care of her..." Kimberly replied, and let out a quiet laugh.

    "Good. You'll hear from us soon enough!" Chae finished, and with that, she cut the comm link.

    "Hey! What are you doing here?!" a voice shouted.

    Chae looked up to see a guard at the end of the hall. Without a second thought, she fired her phaser. The guard fell to the ground, dead.  Chae and Syren quickly ran down the hall.

    Russo's cell was nearby.

    Within a few moments, and after a string of dead guards, the two Nytron girls came upon their high commander.

    "Sir!" Chae said as her and Syren put a fist to their chests and bowed their heads respectively, "We're here to free you!"

    "It's about damn time!" Russo snapped. "What the hell took you ladies so long? I've been rotting away here for a YEAR!"

    "Sir..." Syren began, "We're sorry... but... we..." she hung her head, "We were unable to pull ourselves together any faster after your capture. We were… leader-less. Kimberly finally came up with the plan and Bishoff tried to stop her, saying it was too dangerous... but---"

    "Bishoff tried to STOP her?" Russo asked, suspicious, "Now why would my second in command try to STOP me from breaking out?"

    "He thought it was too dangerous, sir..." Chae repeated.

    "Dangerous my ass! I never DID trust him...." he shook his head, "No matter! Get me the hell out of here!"

    Syren nodded and Chae put on special earplugs, "Prepare yourself sir," Chae said. Russo quickly covered his ears.

    Syren closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. An air shattering high-note rang throughout the WrestleFleet prison, and within seconds, the forcefield in front of Russo's cell malfunctioned and collapsed in on itself.

    Russo quickly walked out of the cell, "What is the latest?" he asked.

    "The Titanprize is on a wild goosechase, sir, and the Nytron Ship Thunder is on it's way..." Chae replied.  "All is going according to plan! The Prison Colony is now ours! And in a short while, so will McMahon's ship!"

    "How short a while?" Russo asked.

    "Well... sir... Kimberly wasn't specific. You see, she has gained their sympathy, but not their trust yet."

    "Then we have some time to wait. That is fine. I've waited YEARS! Ever since being stationed aboard the Titanprize taking McMahon's crap, I've wanted to show him EXACTLY who he is dealing with! He is NOTHING without me, and it's about time he realized it! Until then, let's say we free our imprisoned friends here...." he said, "We can use them..."

    "What if they try to attack us, sir?" Chae replied.

    He took her phaser, "They won't," he replied, "And if they do, we'll take care of them!"

    "How?" Syren asked.

    He smiled coldly, "Never underestimate the power of a Phaser, my dear. It can make death quick and painless... or long and torturous!"

WWF TITANPRIZE -  KIMBERLY'S QUARTERS

    Chyna waited impatiently for Kimberly. What was taking her so long anyway?

    Finally, Kimberly came out of her washroom, dressed in a frilly robe. She plopped herself on the bed, and closed her eyes with a smile. She fingered the small phaser hidden in her robe, unseen by Chyna's eyes.  If she had to use it, she would.

    "Sleep well, Kimberly..." Chyna replied, and studied the so-called Nytron defector. Her suspicions remained but... what could this little woman do anyway? Chyna was twice her size, and had 100 times her strength!

    Chyna was sure that if Kimberly tried anything,  she would be able to stop her.

    "Commander Kane to Chyna...." Commander Kane's scratchy voice came through Chyna's comm.

    "Chyna here, sir. I'm watching Kimberly,"

    "I am taking you off bodyguard duty..." he said.

    "WHAT?!" Chyna shouted, then quickly covered her mouth, lest Kimberly wake up. She lowered her voice, "But sir..."

    "She is in no danger here..." Kane replied.   "She is safe from the crew..."

    "But... is the crew safe from HER?"  Chyna said, not meaning to mutter it aloud but... ah well... why not let her suspicions be known?!

    "She is no threat..." Kane replied.  "You are to report to Security and continue your training... NOW!"

    Damnit! Chyna thought. She took one last look at Kimberly, and left the Nytron's quarters, fuming.

THE SMACKDOWN

    "So, Kane seems to think Kimberly is no threat, hmm?" Terri asked as Chyna sat at the bar after her training session.

    "I can't believe that! How... un-security-like for him!" she shrugged, "But what can I do?"

    "Keep an eye on her..." Terri offered.  "She's going to be with us for a while. McMahon granted her Asylum..."

    "So it seems..." Chyna sighed.

    "Come on now... think about this! What harm can that one woman actually do aboard a ship this big?" Terri asked.

    "Oh not you too, Terri!" Chyna started.

    "Well... I don't have a lot of pity towards crying women, " she smiled, "But I AM trying to be open minded about this..."

    Chyna sighed,  "You're right," she said.  "Russo IS locked away in a high security Wrestlefleet prison colony. Really, there IS nothing she can do... but..." Chyna shrugged... BUT...

    She was still suspicious.

    Terri patted her shoulder, "Here... have a synthehol. On the house!"

    Chyna gratefully accepted, "Thanks Terri. I need it!"

WRESLTLEFLEET MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON COLONY 10

    Russo sat in the Warden's chair, the warden himself having been disposed of a few minutes ago.

    "Sir," Chae began, saluting -- hand over her heart, and a bow of the head -- "The Nytron ship Thunder is in orbit!"

    Russo smiled, "Good. Bring me Bishoff. We need to talk..."

    Ah yes. Things were falling into place nicely. VERY nicely... and soon, the Titanprize and Captain Vince McMahon would fall into place too.

    Now all he had to do was wait... and after being locked up in prison for a year, he had gotten quite good at waiting...