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 McMichael
Communications Officer, Lieutenant Commander Rock
Counselor Al Snow (assisted by H.E.A.D.)

... And many more!

WWF TITANPRIZE – CAPTAIN’S READY ROOM

     "I have yet to hear from the surface of the planet we currently orbit, save for Dr. Taker and Lt. Commander Jericho late last night. We have been informed that Jericho, Angle, and Stephanie are currently in contact with the local royal family. We were hoping to avoid the primitive natives of the planet, but it seems my crew was unable to do so.  Jericho also claimed the planet was home to many odd creatures… one being a lizard-like creature, almost as big as the Titanprize, that he had… slayed. We are scanning the surface for similar creatures and will inform Lt. Commander Jericho of their existence. End log."

     McMahon leaned back in his chair. Judging from the readouts on the padd before him, it seemed there were MANY creatures that fit the description Lt. Commander Jericho had given him... but they were currently hybernating.

    McMahon shook his head. Creatures like that just didn’t exist in this century!

    He stood up, and headed onto his bridge. Perhaps a sense of normalcy would ease his mind.

PLANET ARCADIA – CASTLE ETOLA

     "I spoke to Vinnie-mac while you and your King were huddled together in your royal little bed," Jericho started as he sat with Stephanie. King Kurt was too busy sucking up to Arcadia’s royal family - for diplomatic reasons, he claimed - to join the meeting

     Stephanie frowned, "We did NOT share a bed!" She snapped, then paused for a moment, "Though Kurt DID seem a little too into this 'King and Queen' thing. He suggested that perhaps we should... just to be convincing of course!" she added quickly, "Anyway, I said we didn't NEED to be that convincing. He was ok with it. Kurt isn't a pervert, unlike SOME people I know!" she glared at him.

     "Well that’s a first!" Jericho spoke, "The ever-skankie Stephanie McMahon refusing an Ensign her bed!"

     "Shut up, Jerkicho!" she snapped, "Just tell me what daddy said!"

    "Not much. I told him what was happening. I haven’t contacted him about the…visitor… this morning. I’m not sure what to tell him. Or even what weapons would work against a dragon THAT big!"

    "Well you’re the big bad dragon slayer! Surely you know!"

    "Oh well, your highness…" he frowned, "Forgive me for not knowing exactly how to deal with big-ass flying reptiles!"

    "Hey... you made your bed, dragon slayer, you might as well lie in it! The Arcadian Royal family is depending on you... " Stephanie replied sarcastically.

    "Well we know YOU lay in EVERY bed..." Jericho muttered, but Stephanie didn't hear him. He turned to her, "Speaking of the Arcadian Royal family..." he began, "Did you notice anything familiar about King Talmar?"

    "Familiar how?" Stephanie asked.

    "Have you heard of Dr. Kelvin Talmar? A geneticist from way back in WrestleFleet history...?"

    "Yes. I've heard of him. He was exiled for experimenting on humans a long time ago..."

    "Exactly!" Jericho said, "And King Talmar bears more then a passing resemblance to him!"

    "What are you getting at?"

    "What I'm GETTING at is that we're in way too deep here! If  Talmar is anything like his ancestor, we'd be safer getting OUT of here!"

    "But the dragon! What about THAT?" Stephanie asked, "You're supposed to be the dragon slayer! You can't just up and leave!"

    Jericho shook his head, "Listen... WrestleFleet protocol would dictate that we beam back to the shuttlecraft and..."

    "And leave the locals to fend for themselves..." a voice said.  Jericho and Stephanie jumped at the unexpected intrusion, and turned to the door. Dr. Taker stared at them with his cold, grey eyes and walked into the room, "I told the King and Queen that I was an acquaintance of yours. They offered me a room last night. Trusting little fools didn't even think twice about letting me in!" Taker said, "Now about this reptile problem," he began, "... it's not your concern!"

    "Listen, Taker..." Stephanie started, "We can't just leave them like that!"

    Jericho looked at Stephanie, "I can't believe it... but for once I actually AGREE with you. HOW, exactly, do you plan to slay the dragon though?"

    "Who says I'm slaying it. YOU'RE the Dragon Slayer here!"

    "Well aren't YOU just lil' Miss Helpful!" Jericho snapped, clearly annoyed.

    Stephanie rolled her eyes, "Must I think of EVERYTHING? Some brilliant computer you turned out to be!" she replied, "What we're going to do is beam down weapons from the Titanprize! A large disruptor or two should be able to injure the dragon... maybe even kill it!"

    Jericho thought about that, "Then how would we explain the weapons to the royals?"

    Stephanie sighed, as if the answer should be obvious, "They think we're from some far-off land, right?" she asked, "We'll simply tell them it's some magic weapons native to our land!"

    "And you think they'll fall for that?" Jericho asked.

    "Well... considering they think you're a DRAGON SLAYER, it's pretty safe to say they'll believe ANYTHING!"

    Jericho frowned, "And considering they think you're ROYALTY, they can't be all that bright..."

    "And why COULDN'T I be royalty?" Stephanie asked angrily, "Never mind," she said quickly as Jericho was about to open his mouth to reply, "Just contact daddy and get the weapons! I have to go. Arielle promised to show me the market square today, and I'm already late!" Stephanie jumped to her feet and headed out to find her new friend.

    "Looks like Stephie found someone as shallow as HER to spend time with..." Jericho muttered, then stood up. "Hey..." he started, "While I arrange for the weapons, could you do me a favour?"

    Dr. Taker looked at him, "I ain't doing no favours for your stank ass!" he said.

    "Well... look at it as medical research then, ok?" Jericho said, "In the forest we ran into these Elven creatures. All the servants I've seen in this castle are Elven as well. Apparently they're dying out... so... I was just wondering if maybe you'd want to check out what's happening..."

    Dr. Taker narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, "Hmmm... a new species to play with..."

    "Oh... and another thing... about King Talmar --- he's a descendant of... "

    "I know about the good King's ancestry...!" Dr. Taker snapped, "Very little gets past me, Lt. Commander!"

    "Why am I not surprised... " Jericho said,  "Any idea how he got here? I mean, I know he was exiled, but do you think he found a similar worm hole? Maybe landed here and continued his work? Because if he DID find another wormhole leading here, maybe he'd have the information in his navigational logs! Maybe we could find the wormhole... and it could lead us home!"

    "Wormhole? Home?" Taker repeated, then frowned, "You sound rather optimistic for an android without a functioning emotion chip..."

    Jericho looked up at him, "You KNOW?" he asked... but yet, it wasn't exactly a shock to him...

    "You have yet to tell Commander Stephanie," the dark doctor said.

    Jericho lost the pretense of displaying emotion as he spoke, "Informing Commander McMahon of her failure would only upset her..."

    "And just why is your stank ass worried you'll upset little Stephie?" Taker asked.

    Jericho couldn't think of a reply. He shook his head. His reasoning didn't compute... but then many things regarding his reactions to Commander Stephanie McMahon didn't compute. Jericho turned back to Dr. Taker,  "That's not important..." he replied, "What is important is the possible existence of another wormhole!"

    Dr. Taker decided to drop the subject of Stephanie and return to the task at hand, "The only way to find out about the wormhole is to find the remains of Talmar's ship, Lt. Commander..."

ETOLA MARKET PLACE

    Stephanie and Arielle wandered the market place, Jarren following a few feet behind like a shadow, "Does he have to follow us EVERYWHERE?" Stephanie whispered.

    "Yes. It's his duty..." Arielle said, "He takes it very seriously,"

    "Is he ever NOT serious?" Stephanie asked.

    Arielle smiled wistfully, "Sometimes he laughs," she said, "He has quite a beautiful laugh..." she quickly stopped, and looked away, "I am the only one who has heard it though... so he tells me..."

    "Back in MY land," Stephanie started, "We don't have creatures like him. What is he?"

    "An angel..." Arielle replied as she studied her protector.

    "That's the name of his species?"

    Arielle turned back to Stephanie, somewhat embarrassed, "OH!" she giggled, "Silly me. No ... but that is what I refer to him as. I jest that he is like a dark guardian angel..." Arielle replied, "He finds that humourous..." she then frowned prettily, "He finds much of what I say and do humourous..."

    "Then his species doesn't have a name?" Stephanie asked.

    Arielle thought about this for a moment, "Honestly, I have never asked him," she said, "I have never seen another like him, but I suppose as long as he does what my father commands him to do, it does not matter where he comes from, does it?"

    "But... don't you WANT to know?" Stephanie asked.

    "I am curious, yes... but... I am not sure HE even knows. He has never offered to tell me, and it would be cold of me to ask," Arielle shrugged gracefully, then smiled brightly, "But enough about Jarren. Tell me about Sir Jericho!"

    "Jericho?" Stephanie asked, "Why do you want to know about HIM?"

    "He is a brave, handsome knight! What lady would NOT want to know about him!"

    "Well..." Stephanie started, "let's just say he's as unique as your protector is..."

    "You mentioned he would make a good suitor for a princess," Arielle began, "And... since my parents wish me to marry soon ..."

    "NO!" Stephanie snapped quickly.

    Arielle was taken aback, "Pardon?" she asked.

    Stephanie quickly composed herself, "Forgive me," she said, then smiled, "I mean... surely you're not considering Chri--- uh... SIR JERICHO... as a possible suitor?"

    "Well, he IS a regal Knight! My parents are quite impressed that he is a dragon slayer... and they DID tell me that if I found another worthy suitor, I would not have to marry the one they have chosen for me..."

    "He's NOT worthy! Believe me!" Stephanie said.

    "But this morning at breakfast, you said he WAS..."

    "I was joking!" Stephanie replied. Good lord... Jericho couldn't marry this... this... PRINCESS! Imagine the shock when she found out exactly WHAT he was!

    "But surely he IS worthy! If you would grant me permission to marry your Knight, you will be free to chose from any other Knight in our land to replace him!"

    "I don't WANT any one else!" Stephanie snapped, then quickly closed her mouth, "I mean... I... well, Jericho is just... um..." she cleared her throat, "Kurt and I have been with him a long time. We can't replace him,"

    Arielle nodded, "I know how you feel about him..."

    "WHAT?" Stephanie gasped, "How could you POSSIBLY..."

    "He is like part of the family, yes?" Arielle interrupted.

    Stephanie blinked for a moment, then finally spoke, "Yes. A part of the family.... right..."

    "I understand. Jarren is very important to me," Arielle spoke, then her voice became softer, "I do not know what I would do if he ever left my side..."

    Stephanie looked at Arielle, who was currently watching her royal minder as he guarded from a few feet away, "Why don't you just marry Jarren then? It's obvious you WANT to," She said.

    Arielle turned to Stephanie, face stricken as if someone had just spilled her greatest secret, "What... what are you talking about?" she sputtered, "He is just my protector! I could not... could not possibly... " she stopped and shook her head, her voice a mere whisper, "I ... I am forbidden..."

    "Forbidden?" Stephanie asked.

    "My father... he would forbid it. He claims Jarren is not worthy of  being anything more then my protector. That Jarren was... a mistake..."

    Stephanie furrowed her brow, "A mistake? What does he mean by that?"

    "I do not know," Arielle said, "My father... sometimes he says odd things. Often times I over-hear him talking to my mother about something called... genetics?" she looked at Stephanie, as if perhaps Stephanie had heard of that odd word.

    "Genetics?" Stephanie repeated.

    Maybe Jerkicho was right after all.

KING KURT'S ROYAL CHAMBERS - the next day

    "Really, I don't see why I have to carry your weapons, Jericho!" Angle replied.

    Jericho turned to him impatiently, "First of all, Kirk Angel, you will refer to me as LT. COMMANDER. Second of all... just do what I say, or I'll report your olympic ass to McMahon. Got it?" Jericho still couldn't figure out why he reacted so adversely to Ensign Angle. Perhaps Ensign Matt could run a diagnostics on him when they returned to the ship.

    Ensign Angle gulped, "Yes sir!" he said.

    "McMahon has scanned the area and found the remains of Talmar's ship. It also happens to be in the same place our friend Ranagar the Metal Eater lives! You and me are going to go there and destroy that dragon AND hack into the ship's logs to see if there's any information about another wormhole!"

    "What about Dr. Taker?" Angle asked.

    "Taker has his hands full trying to figure out what's wrong with the Elves. WE have other matters to attend to. Now MOVE it, Kirk!" With that, Jericho headed out of the room... Angle following carefully behind him.

CASTLE ETOLA - CORRIDORS

    "Taker...!" Stephanie gasped as she walked down the corridors with Princess Arielle. Dr. Taker was standing in the hall, waiting.

    "We need to talk," he said.

    "You know this man?" The princess asked.

    "Uh.. yes... he's my royal medical practitioner..." Stephanie replied.

    "Oh dear... I do hope nothing is wrong," Arielle said.

    "We need to talk NOW," Taker said.

    Stephanie took that to mean that her small talk with the Princess was wasting Taker's time. She nodded to him, and the two walked a few feet away. "What is it?"

    "Jericho and Angle went off to hunt dragons and to see if they can find what's left of the original Talmar's ship," Taker replied, then noticed Arielle and Jarren talking a few feet away. He lowered his voice "What the hell is THAT?" he asked as he looked at the royal protector.

    "According to Arielle, her father said he was a mistake,"

    Taker furrowed his brow, "A mistake... hmm?"

    "Yes," Stephanie replied, "And she also mentioned something about her father talking about genetics..."

    Taker nodded, "Then that means the current King is following his ancestor's research... which means that he MUST have found the ship belonging to Dr. Talmar..."

    "Which means," Stephanie continued, "That Jericho and Angle won't find anything! Those IDIOTS! Couldn't they wait until I got back? Oh... of course not! They're macho men, they have to go out and---"

    "Shut up, Stephanie," Taker interrupted.  Stephanie quickly complied.

    "Queen Stephanie," Arielle called out, "Jarren and myself are going to go out into the gardens."

    Stephanie smiled and waved, "See you later then," she said, then turned back to Taker as Arielle and her protector left, "So, what are we supposed to do about Jericho and Angle?"

    "We are to head back to the shuttlecraft and wait for them. I've already told Jericho we'd meet him there,"

    "But what about the people here? The Elves are..." Stephanie started.

    "I know about the Elves," he said. "But there is nothing I can do for them," he explained, "We cannot involve ourselves in the business of this planet."

    "Good advice," a voice spoke up behind Stephanie and Taker. They spun around to see King Talmar standing regally, staring at the two WrestleFleet officers, "He's right, you know," the King said, "You have no reason to interfere in what I do here! WrestleFleet exiled me, and still they can't leave me alone!"

    Stephanie's eyes went wide, "You know we're from WrestleFleet?" then she furrowed her brow, "What do you mean they exiled YOU?"

    "I am Dr. Kelvin Talmar," he said.

    "Impossible!" Stephanie gasped. "He was exiled 100 years ago!"

    "I came to this planet with my family and a small team of scientists who believed in my work," he said, then smiled, "We settled, and continued our research. I told those at WrestleFleet that I could expand the human life cycle... but they didn't believe me!"

    "Expand the human life cycle? How?" Stephanie asked, but Taker interrupted her.

     "What about the other creatures here?" the Titanprize doctor asked, "Where did they come from?"

    "I merely borrowed their DNA from various members of my team. The ELVEN, as they call themselves, were quite a unique mix... and Arielle's protector was the only mistake in the mix," he shrugged, "But he's been an adequate protector for my daughter,"

    "But about this expanding the human life cycle thing," Stephanie tried again, and was again ignored.

    "What about the Dragons?!" Taker asked.

    "I had nothing to do with the Dragons," Talmar said, "They were here long before I was!"

    "You do realize your experiments are unethical and potentially dangerous to the subjects?" Taker pointed out.

    "Not any more!" he sighed, "LOOK at this planet! It was a barren wasteland before I got here, only inhabited by dragons and other wild animals. I brought LIFE to this planet!" he said, "My team has had children, and their children have had children. We've settled them all here peacefully. Why can't WrestleFleet just leave us alone?"

    "WrestleFleet HAS left you alone. WE, unfortunately, came into this quadrant in error..."

    Talmar nodded his head, "Much like us," he said.  "A wormhole?"

    "Yeah... created by a war criminal," Stephanie replied. "Listen," she started, "We aren't in contact with WrestleFleet, ok, so we can't do anything to you ANYWAY!" she sighed, "But tell me something, are you going to help the Elves?" she asked, figuring her previous question would be ignored if she asked again.

    "Yes! Of course! They're my children - in a manner of speaking. I don't want to see them die!  I've been able to help a few. I'm trying to help all of them, but they've spread so far across the planet that it's impossible to track them all down without a ship!"

    Stephanie looked at Dr. Taker, and Dr. Taker nodded. He tapped his commbadge, "Taker to Titanprize," he started, "We have a mission we may need your assistance with..."

SHUTTLECRAFT METAL1

    Stephanie waited in the shuttlecraft patiently. Dr. Taker had since beamed back to the ship, and she was grateful. She really didn't want to be stuck alone on the shuttlecraft with him.

    Captain McMahon had sent some of the Titanprize and Nytron scientists down with runabouts to try and find the Elves and help them. The Titanprize had decided to stay in orbit for as long as it took to help the Elves-- since there really were no other pressing matters the ship needed to attend to being lost in space and all...

    In return, Talmar promised to download all his research into the Titanprize computers -- including how to expand the human lifecycle.  Stephanie worried about that. With a genetic fountain of youth at the Titanprize's fingertips, would the chance to live long enough to get home be too tempting to resist?

    "Ensign Lita to Commander Stephanie..." a voice came through the shuttlecraft computer.

    "Commander Stephanie here...." Stephanie replied, "What it is, Lita?"

    "Are you ever going to come back aboard the ship?" Lita asked.

    "Yes. As soon as I hear from Lt. Commander Jericho," she said, then quickly added, "And Ensign Angle!"

    "They still haven't contacted you?" Lita asked.

    "No. I know the trip to Ranagar the Metal Eater's cave is a few days away by foot... but..." she paused, "Never mind..."

    "But... you're worried about them, aren't you?" Lita said. "Planning to camp out in the shuttlecraft for the next few days?" she asked.

    "Maybe," Stephanie replied.

    "Then I'm coming down to join you!"

    "WHAT?"

    "Slumber party!" Lita said happily, "I'll invite Chyna along."

    "You guys REALLY don't have to come down here..." Stephanie said.

    "Too late..." a voice said behind her. Stephanie spun around to see Chyna and Lita standing on the transporter pad at the back of the shuttlecraft .  "We'll have our stuff beamed down to us..."

RANAGAR'S CAVE

    The extraordinarily large Dragon glared at Jericho and Angle, "Why have you come here?" he asked.

    Jericho stepped forward as Angle cowered, mouth agape, "I am the one who killed your brother. You called me out, Jerky, remember?"

    The ground moved beneath Jericho and Angle. Well, technically it wasn't the ground. They were standing ON the Dragon... "So... YOU are the one who finally rid me of my annoying sibling!"

    Jericho blinked, "You sound happy about that," he started suspiciously.

    "I am!" The dragon replied.

    Jericho furrowed his brow, "So... are you going to kill me? Or what?"

    The dragon laughed, and it was like deafening thunder, "I FRIGHTEN humans. I BURN villages. But I do NOT kill as a rule. My brother killed and therefore did not endear us to the creatures who landed here all those years ago. No one could slay him, and it is against our ethics to kill our own,"

    "So... you called me out because...??"

    "I wanted to thank you," Ranagar said.

    "HEY! I helped slay your brother as well!" Angle finally spoke up.

    Opportunistic little... "Shut up, Kirk," Jericho replied.

    The Dragon moved it's massive head to look at Angle, then turned back to Jericho, "Is he always like this?"

    "Unfortunately..." Jericho muttered.

    "Perhaps I can break the no-killing rule if you wish," the Dragon said.  Angle paled, eyes wide.

    Jericho looked at Kurt. Was the Olympic wuss going to cry? It wouldn't be the first time. Jericho shook his head and turned his attention back to Ranagar, "There was a ship that landed here 100 years ago,"

    "Much like the ship currently in orbit around this planet?"

    "You know about that?"

    "Yes. I can see it, in fact," Ranagar said.

    "How?!" Jericho asked.

    "It's not difficult with eyes like mine..." Ranagar replied.  He snorted quietly, and Jericho could have sworn he saw a smile in that huge face, "But you should go now..." he said, "They will be waiting... "

    "Wait. About the ship that crashed here 100 years ago..."

    "It is gone. A Metal Eater grows quite hungry after a while. It made quite a fine meal," Ranagar explained, then nodded towards a pile of... scrap. There lay the remains of the ship.

    Jericho saw the scrap, and swore under his breath. After all that, the trip was for naught. He sighed, and turned to Angle, "Come on, Kirk, let's go,"

    "He... wouldn't REALLY kill me, would he?" Angle asked.

    "Just MOVE, Kirk!" Jericho replied, and all but dragged the Olympic Ensign behind him.

SHUTTLEBAY METAL1

    "So what's the sweetest thing Eddie has ever done for you?" Lita asked Chyna as she drank from a bottle of vintage wine.

    Chyna smiled, nursing her own drink, "We had a big argument one day... and that's when he gave me the puppy!" she said. "Eddie had this cute pout on his face when he handed the puppy to me... I just COULDN'T stay mad!"

    "Awww... ! That's so sweet!" Lita said, "You know, there was this time that Jeff---"

    "Guys..." Stephanie interrupted, "I just got a divorce. I really don't want to hear how wonderful your relationships are," she took a gulp of her synthehol, and sighed.

    Chyna and Lita looked at her, "Oh... sorry..." Lita said, then smiled, "What was the sweetest thing ANY man has ever done for you then? I mean... at any time in your life."

    Stephanie smiled as she remembered, "Well... a little while ago when Rock hurt my back with that stupid Nytron sharpshooter, Chris---" she stopped, then quickly shook her head. "Never mind," she said, and took another healthy gulp of her drink.

    Lita smiled, knowing the incident Stephanie was talking about, "Fine... what about Kurt?" Lita asked.

    Stephanie shrugged, "Kurt---" she let out a resigned sigh.

    "Can't think of anything to say about him?" Chyna asked.

    Stephanie quickly looked at her, and faked a smile, "Oh no.... Kurt is great... he's the sweetest guy..."

   Lita smiled knowingly at Chyna, and Chyna smiled back.

   "What's with the look?!" Stephanie asked.

   "We were just thinking that maybe it wasn't Kurt that Triple H had to worry about," Lita said.

    "What are you two getting at?" Stephanie snapped.

    Chyna shook her head, "Nothing, Steph. Nothing at all,"

    Stephanie looked at her empty glass, "Give me another," she said.

    "You've had three," Chyna said.

    Stephanie shrugged, "So? It's not like I plan on going anywhere until Angle and Jericho get back..."

    Lita shrugged and poured her a glass. There was a knock on the shuttle door, and the ladies jumped, "Who's there?" Lita asked.

    "Lita? It's us! Open up!"

    "Chris and Kurt," Lita said, and pressed the release lever. The two male crewmen crawled into the shuttle.

    Jericho looked at the ladies, who were wrapped in blankets and their pajamas, "Looks like we came just on time for the slumber party!"

    "Girls only!" Stephanie said, "You boys can sleep outside! And how'd you get here so quickly anyway?!" she asked.

    "We got a lift..." Jericho replied.  Stephanie looked out the door, and finished her drink in one large gulp.

    Outside, hovering a good 50 feet off the ground was Ranagar the Metal Eater.

    Stephanie promptly passed out.

    Stephanie slowly awoke to find herself lying very comfortably on something soft and warm. Her head hurt too much to open her eyes and see exactly WHAT she was lying on.  This was only the second time in Stephanie's life she had ever gotten drunk... and she decided it would be her last.

    "How DARE you steal Stephanie's integrity like that! What kind of WrestleFleet officer ARE you, Mr. Jericho?" she heard Angle shout.

    "Who the hell are YOU to talk about integrity, Angel? YOU'RE the one with the sleezy smirk on your face whenever you accidentally cop a feel... and in case you didn't notice, she passed out on ME. What was I supposed to do, Jerky?" That was Jericho.

    "You were supposed to pilot this craft back to the Titanprize....!" Angle replied.

     "With the princess passed out on me, I couldn't very well DO that, now could I?" Jericho rebutted, "And every time I tried to move her, she whimpered like a little baby! Chyna and Lita told me to leave her... so I did!"

    "How improper!" Angle replied.

    "Oh... and I suppose claiming your royal couple act would be more convincing if you slept in the same bed ISN'T?" Jericho snapped. Stephanie wished they would stop arguing. She was getting a headache... speaking of which, she was still lying on the soft thing. She reached her hand up, and felt a ... face?!! "AGH! Watch where you're sticking your fingers, Skankanie! I'd rather you NOT poke my beautiful baby blues out!" Jericho snapped.

    Stephanie's eyes flew open, and she bolted upright. Apparently she had used Lt. Commander Jericho as a pillow. "What the..? How DARE you!"

    "How dare I WHAT?" Jericho asked as he sat up. "I didn't TOUCH you!"

    "He's right," Lita spoke up as she looked at Stephanie with a smile, "He was a perfect gentleman. You passed out on him. We told him not to move you."

    "You two were SLEEPING!" Stephanie snapped, "How do YOU know what he did or didn't do?" She turned to Jericho and grabbed the front of his uniform, pulling him close, "If I find out you touched me in any way, shape, or form.... it'll be YOUR ass!" she hissed angrily.

    "Oh... so a few lessons in brawling, and you think you can take me on?" Jericho asked, "I'd like to see you try, Skankanie!"

    The two glared at each other, the tension so thick that even Chyna and Lita held their breaths.... waiting....

    "McMahon to Shuttlecraft Metal1!" the Captain's voice came through the shuttle computer, interrupting the silence.

    "Angle here!" Ensign Angle replied, being closest to the computer, "How can I help you, sir...?"

    "Angle? Who's there with you?" McMahon asked.

    "The lovely Stephanie McMahon, Ensigns Lita and Chyna, and the Y2J Unit, sir..." Angle said.

    "Bring the shuttlecraft back to the Titanprize... we've been invited to a wedding!"

    "A wedding?" Jericho asked.

    "Yes. Between Princess Arielle, and someone named Jarren..."

    Stephanie raised her eyebrows, then realized she was still clenching Jericho's uniform in her hands. She quickly let go, and he fell backwards with a thump, "Ow! Damnit!" Jericho muttered as he rubbed the back of his head and sat up again.

      Stephanie got to her feet and looked at him with false concern, "Ooooh... gee... did that hurt, Chris?"

    Jericho muttered a rude reply under his breath and stood up.  He frowned as he made his way to the pilot's chair. Stephanie and the others took the passenger seats and quickly buckled their safety harnesses.

    "Ok! Move this thing out!" Stephanie commanded. The Chief Engineer was eager to return to the Titanprize. After all, she had a wedding to get ready for!

WWF TITANPRIZE - SICKBAY

    Dr. Piro hacked into the ship's computer and quickly set about studying the research Talmar had so generously donated to the Titanprize. How to expand the length of the human life cycle particularly interested him.  Piro skimmed through it... and frowned.

    Talmar had not expanded the human life cycle after all ... he had merely CLONED himself and transferred his thoughts and memories to the clone!

    Piro thought for a moment... then smiled coldly. Although it wasn't quite what he was looking for, Talmar's research COULD prove useful in the future...