SEASON SEVEN

EPISODE 3: ADJUSTMENT

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/NYTRON CREW:

Captain Vince Russo (aka High Commander)
First Officer, Commander Jeff Jarrett (aka The Chosen One)
Chief Engineer, Commander Stephanie McMahon
Chief of Chiefs, Commander Linda McMahon
Chief of WrestleFleet Security, Commander Kane
Chiefs of Nytron Security, Commanders Hall, and Nash
Chief WrestleFleet Medical Officer, Dr. Taker
Chief Nytron Medical Officer, Dr. V. M. Piro
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 072520.00. My new alliance with McMahon's son seems to be working out well. I predict we will have much success. My crew is now comfortable in the Titanprize Crew quarters, and the Titanprize Crew is less-then-comfortable in the shuttle bays..." Captain Russo smiled smugly, "End log..."

    Russo looked towards his tied-up buddy, who was now sitting on the floor, "Things seem to be going well, hmmm Eric?" he asked. Bishoff said nothing. Russo simply laughed, and picked up a bowling ball, "Let's see if I can get a spare..." he said, and rolled the ball between Bishoff's outstretched legs.

    Russo smiled coldly as Bishoff let out a scream, his voice as high as a little girl's.

SICKBAY

    Dr. Taker paused as he studied his patient files. He watched Dr. Piro out of the corner of his eye. The Nytron doctor had pretty much taken over his Sickbay. HIS Sickbay! How DARE the punk?

    Dr. Taker sighed. He had other things to concern himself with right now, such as getting rid of the Nytron bastards aboard the Titanprize.

    The doctor had been serving with Captain McMahon for over ten years, and knew him better then anyone else on the crew. He KNEW McMahon had a plan. That man ALWAYS had a plan.

    It was only a matter of  Dr. Taker finding it.

THE SMACKDOWN

    "Hunter... honey.... we can always sneak into each other's bunks you know..." Stephanie smiled as she wrapped her arms around her husband.

    "No... no we can't. The Nytron's watch every move we make! We try to switch shuttle bays and they'll notice!" Triple H said quickly.

    Stephanie looked at him and pouted, "Well, you seem to be giving up so easily. I mean..."

    "Listen, Steph, we'll just have to do without each other's company until we can get the ship back, ok?" he replied, "Now if you'll excuse me, I've had an exhausting day on the bridge and I want to take a nice long shower!" With that, he stood up from the table, and headed out.

    Stephanie frowned, "We've been doing without each other's company for SEVEN MONTHS now!" she shouted, but Hunter either didn't hear her... or pretended not to. Sure, it had only been a few weeks since the Nytron occupation, but even before that, she and Hunter had  been without each other's company for a long, long time.

      "Husband problems?" Terri asked as she sat down beside Commander Stephanie, "Boy, I sure know what THOSE are like..." she said as she remembered her ex-husband. He had joined the Nytrons some time ago, but she had yet to run into him aboard the Titanprize.

    "He acts like he doesn't care! I mean, he's a man! Doesn't he have needs?" Stephanie asked, then stopped. Of course he did... but... NO! She didn't want to think of that! Even sleeping alone was less painful then thinking her husband was finding companionship elsewhere. Stephanie sighed and stared at the table top.

    "Hey, listen, Steph. You gotta make him want you again!" Terri said, then smiled slyly, "He said he was taking a shower, right?"

    Stephanie nodded, "Yeah, so...?"

    "Oh come on, Steph! If your man is taking a shower, then it's your duty to join him! I guarantee he won't want to kick you out of his bed for a LOOOOOOOOONG time!" Terri replied.

    Stephanie brightened, "You think it'll work?" she asked.

    "I'm SURE it'll work!" Terri replied.

    Stephanie jumped to her feet, "He's in shuttle bay 5. He'll be using the showers near there!" she smiled slyly, "I'll make Hunter want me like he's never wanted me before!" with that, she headed on her way.

SHUTTLE BAY 5 - PUBLIC SHOWERS

    Stephanie tightened the towel around her. Luckily, Lt. Commander Jericho hadn't been in the shuttle bay section they shared, or else she could only imagine what comments he would have made.

    She quietly made her way to Shuttle Bay 5's public shower room, and only heard ONE shower going. Good! That means it was only Hunter in there.  Stephanie tried to contain her excitement as she opened the doors and walked in.  The room was filled with steam, but she could make out the outline of long hair, and a muscular physique sillouhetted through the shower curtains.

    Stephanie carefully made her way up to the curtain, dropped her towel to the ground, and stepped into the shower. "Honey..." Stephanie started, "I'm all yours!"

   "Gee, Skankanie... what if I really don't want you...?"

Stephanie's horrified screams echoed throughout the shuttle bay corridors.

THE SMACKDOWN

    "I hate this occupation! I just wish we could get rid of these stupid Nytrons," Chyna said as she sat beside Eddie at the bar.

    Eddie didn't seem to be paying attention. He was staring intently at a table seating three Nytrons known as Corporal Cajun, Major Gunns, and Lt. Loco. He frowned as he stared at Lt. Loco, "We may not be able to do anything about the occupation," Eddie started, "But I can sure do something about one particular Nytron!"

    Eddie stood up angrily, and focused on the Nytron table a few feet away from him. "Be careful," Chyna said.

    "I'm through being careful with him!" Eddie replied, "Now it's time to get serious!"

    With that, Eddie headed over to the table where Loco, Cajun, and Gunns sat.

    He would be damned if he was going to let Little Chavo off scott free!

THE BRIG

    Dr. Taker studied Captain McMahon through the forcefield. Behind the dark doctor, Hall and Nash lay unconscious on the floor. Dr. Taker had Terri to thank for slipping the two Nytrons a little extra something in their drinks.

    "Hey, uh... we'd better hurry before they wake up..." Counselor Snow said as he stood beside Taker, eyeing the unconscious guards nervously.

    "Calm down, Al. Trust me..." Taker said.

    Al shivered. No one in their right mind would trust Dr. Taker... but then Counselor Snow was hardly ever in his right mind. He hugged H.E.A.D. to his chest, "McMahon is sort of out cold, doc..." Al said, "They keep him sedated. I don't think there's much we can learn from him,"

    "You idiot," Taker snapped, "Why the hell do you think I dragged your stank ass with me? Use your damn H.E.A.D. to read his mind!"

    "Oh, yeah... uh... ok..." Al closed his eyes, and concentrated. After a moment, he opened one eye and looked at the biker-doctor, "Uh... what am I looking for?"

    Dr. Taker rolled his eyes. If Al hadn't been linked to that damned useful H.E.A.D., Taker would have kicked his ass long ago, "You're trying to find out if McMahon had any escape plans! He was suspicious of the prison colony before we even arrived. Surely his stank ass would have set SOMETHING aside - plans or codes - just in case we were boarded!"

    "OH yes. Well, that make sense...." Al said, "Ok, I'll try again," he closed his eyes and concentrated once more.

    Dr. Taker waited. Behind him, Nash and Hall began to stir, the drug wearing off. Taker could easily knock them out again - without even having to touch them.

    The dark doctor smiled coldly. In fact, Dr. Taker could rid the whole ship of Nytrons if he chose to... but watching the Titanprize crew squirm under the occupation was so much more entertaining.

    Besides, it gave him a challenge. A challenge to try and escape the old-fashioned way, and the doctor always loved a challenge. The crew needed a challenge themselves once in a while, or else how would they be able to tap into their ingenuity? Necessity was the mother of invention, as they say. And circumstances like this called for a lot of quick-thinking inventions!

    Dr. Taker turned back to Al, "Well?" he asked.

    Al opened his eyes, "The only thing prevalent in the Captain's mind is various scenes depicting extreme violence against Russo. I can't tap any deeper right now," he shrugged, "Maybe Lt. Commander Jericho could modify H.E.A.D. to look deeper into McMahon's subconscious..."

    Dr. Taker sighed, and a groan escaped from Hall and Nash, "Let's go," he said, "We'll figure out something later..."

    Counselor Snow and Dr. Taker were gone moments before Hall and Nash came to.

    "Hey yo! That was some strong stuff, mang..." Hall muttered as he tried to fight back his hangover.

    "No kidding! Damn Kanatian beer!" Nash replied, then smiled, "So, Scotty... whaddya say we get that pretty blonde barkeep to bring us another?"

    Hall smiled, "Survey says... oh yeah, big Kev. Definitely!"

THE SMACKDOWN

    Lt. Loco let out a shout as someone grabbed him by the ear and pulled him out of his chair.

    Corporal Cajun and Major Gunns quickly got to their feet. Gunns was about to jump into action when Cajun put an arm in front of her.

    Cajun and Gunns watched as WrestleFleet Ensign Eddie Guerrero dragged their friend away. Gunns spun on Cajun angrily, "Why did you stop me?"

    "It's family business, ma chere. You don' get involved in family business..." Cajun explained. He sat down, and Gunns reluctantly did the same.

    Eddie angrily shoved the younger Loco into a nearby empty chair, and dug into him, "Why are you hanging around with Nytron scum?" he started angrily, "And what would grandma say if she found out her little Chavo, Jr. was a rebel?!"

    Lt. Loco looked at Eddie, eyes wide, "Are you gonna tell grandma?" he asked nervously.

    "I just might!" Eddie snapped.

    Russo had actually disabled all communications, save for those on the bridge... but Loco didn't need to know that.

    Eddie didn't let up, "Just think how sick grandma would be! Her poor heart...!"

    "No no!" Loco said, eyes wet with unshed tears, "Not grandma's heart!" Loco bit his lower lip, "But... I had no choice, Eddie!" he said, "When you left..."

    "YOU could have come with, Chavo!" Eddie snapped, "Captain McMahon would have found a place for you!"

    "But... but... I was in line for a promotion!" Loco protested, "I mean, I'm a LIEUTENANT now! And you're still an Ensign, Eddie!"

    "And did you get that promotion before or AFTER Russo turned on WrestleFleet??" Eddie asked.

    Loco turned away, staring at the ground, "After..." he said quietly.

    Eddie nodded, then frowned, "What happened to your WrestleFleet dreams?" he asked, "You and I were going to move up the ranks together! We were going to be the most successful WrestleFleet Guerreros ever! We would have made Grandma so proud! But now..." he shook his head, "Now you're just a rebel, going against everything the Guerrero family ever stood for!"

    Lt. Loco looked at Eddie, his face serious and stubborn, "I'm sorry, Eddie..." he said, "But things are different now..." his voice became quiet, "I'm really sorry..." he finished, then stood up and rejoined Corporal Cajun and Major Gunns.

    Chyna came up to Eddie and gently massaged his shoulders. She could tell by his posture things didn't go well.  Chyna pulled him back against her in a gentle but firm hug, "He'll come around," she said, "He's family..."

     Eddie shook his head, "He truly IS loco!"

    "Just give him time, Eddie..."

    Eddie allowed a small smile, "I hope you're right, Mamacita... I hope blood IS thicker then water," he turned to face her and gave her a quick kiss, "I have to get back on duty. The Nytrons are making everyone do double shifts!"

    Chyna smiled, "Don't worry, sweetie..." she said, "I'm sure we can ease all that tension when we sneak past the Nytrons to spend some private time on the holodeck tonight..."

    Eddie's smile grew wider, "Ay, Mamacita... you're naughty!"

    Chyna winked slyly at him, "And you wouldn't have it any other way!"

    Eddie raised his eyebrows and grinned, then headed off to his duties.

SHUTTLE BAY 4

    Lt. Commander Jericho walked into Shuttle Bay 4 and headed to his section. The Shuttle Bay had been divided into 6 parts: Section 1 bunked the Cocky Kanatians, Ensigns Edge and Christian. Section 2 bunked Lt. Rock and Lt. Commander Austin. Section 3 bunked Ensigns Crash and Lita. Section 4 bunked Ensign Guerrero and Chyna, Section 5 bunked Terri and Kitty, and Section 6 bunked Stephanie and himself.

    Each section had drapes for privacy... though as much privacy as they provided still didn't drown out the sounds of Chyna and Eddie the previous night. Jericho shivered. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to hear on a regular basis.

    He arrived in his own section and saw Stephanie sitting on the upper bunk, combing out her wet hair with her back to him.

    Jericho climbed halfway up the bunk ladder and put his legs through the rungs, sitting comfortably, "Looks like you just took a shower, Steph. Anything interesting happen?"

    Stephanie jumped so high, Jericho had to grab her before she fell off the bunk. "Let go of me you PERVERT!" she snapped angrily, craning her neck to glare at him.

    Jericho laughed, but let go of her, "Need I remind you who walked in on WHOM, Skankanie?" he asked.

    Stephanie turned her whole body around to face him, her face bright red, "Just leave me alone!" she pouted, and crossed her arms.

    Jericho leaned forward, his legs swinging back and forth through the ladder rungs. The two looked very much like kids in a camp dorm. He smiled up at her, "Come on, Stephie! The last thing I expected was embarrassment! It's not like half the ship hasn't seen you naked already! I didn't think you had any modesty LEFT!"

    Stephanie quickly turned away, heat burning her cheeks, "Stop staring at me that way, you stupid bucket of bolts!"

    "WHAT way? Mildly amused?" he asked, "It was FUNNY, Skankanie!"

    Stephanie glared daggers at him, "Well, I'm glad you found it so humorous!" she snapped.

     He studied her for a moment, and grew serious, "It's because it was ME, wasn't it?" he asked.

    "What do you mean?" she replied defensively.

   "You’re embarrassed because it was ME,"

    Stephanie frowned, "Who says I'm embarrassed... and since WHEN did you become expert on human behaviour?" she asked.

    "I know little about human behaviour, but I can safely say I know way too much about YOU!" he replied, "Listen, you have no reason to be embarrassed! I'm just a stupid robot, remember?" he said, his tone a bit bitter. He sighed and rested his head on his arms, then looked up at her with a boyish grin, "Come on," he said, "Where are the insults? I’m sure you’ve got a lot of material your just itching to use!"

    Stephanie stuck her nose up at him, "Well, I was wondering if Irvine Inc was cutting costs when they designed you… because they seemed to take a few shortcuts..."

    "Oooh..." he winced, "The bitch is back!" Lt. Commander Jericho pulled his legs out of the rungs and climbed back down the ladder, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to do a second shift in Engineering thanks to those Nytron bastards!" he replied, then headed out of the shuttlebay.

    Commander Stephanie watched him leave. The Y2J Unit had managed to change her mood from highly embarrassed to extremely comfortable. Stephanie briefly wondered if Hunter would attack Jericho in a blind and jealous rage if he found out about the run-in.

Stephanie then let out a resigned sigh, realizing Hunter probably wouldn’t even give a damn…

SICKBAY

    "Where have you been, Taker?" Dr. V. M. Piro asked. He glared at Dr. Taker, hands on hips, as the dark doctor came through the sickbay doors.

    Dr. Taker studied the pale young man who dared take over his sickbay, "None of your stank ass business, Piro!"

    "Yeah, if  Dr. Taker doesn't want to explain where he's been, he doesn't have to! It's true!" Ensign Angle said as he came up to Dr. Taker's side, his arm in a sling -- though it wasn't because of the Nytrons. Angle had just gotten on Dr. Taker's nerves one time too many.

    Taker glared down at him, "Get away from me before I kick your stank ass out of my sickbay..." he said, "Literally..."

    "Anything you need me to do, Mr. Taker? I can help you clean up sickbay! HE," Angle pointed an accusing finger at Dr. Piro, "Messed a whole bunch of stuff up!"

    "Why are you in here, Angle?" Taker asked.

    "Uh... can't do much with one arm, Mr. Taker..." he said.

    Dr. Taker rolled his eyes. Great. Now he would be stuck with this so-called hero for a few weeks. He had other things to worry about... such as finding out where McMahon would hide escape plans. "Go clean up my tools..." Taker said. Angle nodded and quickly went to it. He then turned to Dr. Piro, "As for YOU, Nytron prick--stay the hell out of my way, or you will find out why they call me the WrestleFleet bad-ass! Got it?"

    Dr. Piro frowned, "Perhaps if I don't stick you in a grave first," he hissed. "I can find a nice cozy one for you to rest in!"

    Dr. Taker looked at the presumptuous Nytron, and laughed, "You trying to scare ME, son?" he stepped closer to Dr. Piro, "Let me tell you something, boy... you have NO idea what scary is!" then he grinned coldly, "Trust me..."

    Dr. V. M. Piro stuck his nose up and walked away to tend to an injured Nytron. A Nytron who had dared take Lt. Commander Austin's beer.

    Taker made his way to the Sickbay doors, and quietly stepped out unnoticed.

    Next stop --- Captain's ready room.

THE SMACKDOWN

    "What was all that about, Loco?" Corporal Cajun asked his friend.

    Lt. Loco frowned, "Stupid Eddie..." he muttered. "Just 'cuz he's my uncle, he thinks he can boss me around!"

    Major Gunns looked at Loco, "I can take care of him if you want..." she smiled, "He IS kind of cute..."

    "Don't go near him..." Loco replied, "Or his woman will tie you into a pretzel. She's like an amazon or something..."

    Major Gunns frowned, "Didn't Kimberly mention something about an Amazon who was getting kind of suspicious?"

    Lt. Loco nodded, "That would be Chyna, yeah..." he smiled, "Guess her suspicions were confirmed, huh? Nothing much she can do about it now, can she?"

    Gunns smiled in return, "Nope. Nothing at all..." she turned to the bar and saw Chyna glaring at her. Gunns frowned, and turned back to her fellow Nytrons, "Still... we should still be careful around her. If she becomes too suspicious..." she let the sentence trail.

    Loco looked at Gunns. He didn't like where this was heading. Eddie was still family... and Chyna was the love of his Uncle’s life! "Listen, let's not do anything rash! We have the upper hand here! There's nothing these WrestleFleet officers can do to us, so let's not even go where I think you're going, ok?"

    Major Gunns sighed, "Fine. It was just a fleeting thought anyway..."

    Lt. Loco nodded, but decided from now on he'd be keeping a close eye on Gunns.

CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    Dr. Taker looked around Russo's new office. Russo was busying himself on the bridge and didn't know the dark doctor was snooping. Of course, the Ready Room could only be reached through the bridge... but Dr. Taker could always find his way around conventional entrances...

    Taker went up to the portrait of the Titanprize that sat on the wall. He smiled and removed it. Russo had not yet found the safe hidden behind the portrait. Dr. Taker quickly unlocked the safe (in his own special way) and looked inside. It was filled with various data chips, and papers. He quickly took it all out, closed the safe, and put the picture back up.

    Dr. Taker turned to leave... when he heard a noise coming from the closet.

    He went up to it slowly, and listened. It sounded like whimpering. Dr. Taker opened the door a crack, and raised an eyebrow when he saw what ... or WHO... was inside.

    "Russo? Is that you?" the tied-up man asked. His gag had fallen out of his mouth and onto the floor. Taker quickly shut the door. "Wait! Who's there??" the man said through the door, "Please, let me out! Help me!" he cried.

    Dr. Taker smirked.

    So that's where Bishoff had disappeared too. How very interesting...

    The dark doctor tightened his grip on McMahon's safe stash, and disappeared from the room.

    He would have to study the data chips and papers carefully. And maybe, just maybe... he could come back, and find a way to make Bishoff useful.