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!

WRESTLEFLEET HEADQUARTERS - CHIEF OF CHIEF'S OFFICE

    "Commander Linda McMahon's log, stardate 111020.00. After many months, WrestleFleet may have finally found a way to contact Captain McMahon's ship, which is currently lost in space. We have found a young WrestleFleet officer with a connection to two of the officers aboard the Titanprize, and a talent that may just allow us to keep in touch with the ship intermittently. Our last attempts have failed, but that has only made the young officer more determined then ever. It is refreshing to see that even after all the failures, she still keeps a positive attitude. End log…"

WWF TITANPRIZE - CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    "Captain's log, stardate 111020.00. We are currently in orbit around a planet called Bookerman. The Bookermans have contacted us to offer a sharing of information. I have agreed to it. The more allies we make in this quadrant, the better. We have scanned the planet and have come to the conclusion that the Bookermans are quite an advanced race, though not nearly as advanced as us. However, we believe we will be able to share some of our minor technology with them as they will share starmaps and information about this quadrant. Our meeting is to take place in two days. End log."

    Captain McMahon closed his log book, and headed out onto his bridge.

WRESTLEFLEET HEADQUARTERS - LABORATORY - the next day

    "Are you ready, Cadet?" Linda asked as she stood beside a small, blonde pig-tailed girl.

    "You bet!" the cadet replied happily, then quickly saluted, "I mean... uh... yes ma'am!"

    Linda smiled, "Alright then. Have a seat..." Linda nodded to the Wrestlefleet scientist behind her. He quickly set about hooking the young girl up to the computer. It would monitor her brain waves and inform them if she over exerted herself in any way.

    "Any time you're ready," the scientist said.

    The girl nodded and closed her eyes. Her hand tightened around the data chips she held, "I know you're out there," she whispered, "Let me find you, cousins... please let me find you!"

WWF TITANPRIZE - JEFFERIES TUBES

    Crash sealed the leak in the gel-pack, and froze in his tracks. He quickly looked behind him. No one was there. Crash frowned. Why did he sense someone nearby?

    There was a startled scream ahead of him. Crash crawled as fast as his hands and knees could carry him, "Who's there?" he asked.

    "Crash?!" a voice called out.

    Crash's eyes went wide, "No way!" he gasped, then turned a corner, and almost smashed into the young WrestleFleet cadet calling him, "MOLLY?!"

    "COUSIN CRASH!" the girl cried, and hugged him tightly, "I found you! Finally!"  She looked around the jefferies tube, "Uh... this is your ship?!"

    "OH! NO! I mean... YES... but this is the jefferies tubes..." he smiled, "Gosh Molly! How'd ya get here?!" he asked, "Cousin Hardcore will be so happy!"

    "I can't wait to see him!! WrestleFleet's been trying to contact the ship since forever! I figured if I could find a way to teleport myself to you, then maybe they COULD!" She smiled brightly, "I did it! I actually found the Titanprize!!"  She paused, "Oh gosh! I gotta find your Captain! I got some stuff to give him!" she held a handful of  data chips out to Crash.

    "OH! Of course! Come on... this way..." Crash said, and quickly led her out of the jefferies tubes.

WWF TITANPRIZE - ENGINEERING

    "So, Steph... what's going on with you and Ensign Angle?" Jericho asked as they worked at their stations waiting for Crash to emerge from the jefferies tube.

    "None of your business! But if you must know, he’s asked me for some professional advice!"

    "Professional advice, huh? " Jericho bit his tongue, resisting the urge to say any more.

    "Yes! Why... are you jealous of all the time I'm spending with him or something?"

    He looked at her, then turned back to his monitor, voice quiet, "I can't be jealous. I don't have an emotion chip, remember?"

    Stephanie lowered her voice as well, "Emotion chip or not... you said yourself it's now ingrained in your programming to be a big, stupid---"

    "So what's taking Elroy so long?" Jericho interrupted before Stephanie could finish her rant.

    As if on cue, Crash popped his head out of the jefferies tube, "Hey guys! I'm done!"

    "About time!" Stephanie started, and stepped away from her station, "Report..."

    "The leak wasn't a big one. I fixed it easily..." Crash replied as he stood up, "but... um... I found something in there..." he turned back to the jefferies tube. Molly slowly crawled out.

    Jericho blinked and took a step back, "What the...? Where'd the Powerpuff girl come from?!"

    "This is my cousin, Molly. She's a Houdinian like me!" Crash said with a smile.

    "Your cousin?" Jericho asked, "So that would make her MOLLY Holly?" Crash nodded. Jericho chose not to comment.

    Stephanie studied the girl's uniform. She looked fresh out of WrestleFleet academy. A cadet. "And where did you come from, Cadet Molly?"

    "She teleported herself all the way from WrestleFleet Headquarters!" Crash answered.

    "Teleported herself?" Jericho asked, "This far?!"

    "Female Houdinians are pretty powerful, sir. More powerful then the males,"

    Stephanie beamed with female pride, "As it should be..."

    "I've been trying to teleport here for such a long time!" Molly interjected cheerily, "I finally did it after months and months! I'm so happy!"

    Stephanie raised her eyebrows, "Bubbly little thing..." she thought.

    "We gotta take her to Captain McMahon, ma'am!" Crash said, "She's got some important stuff to give him!" he looked at his cousin, "OH! I forgot to introduce you! This is Commander Stephanie McMahon, Chief Engineer aboard the Titanprize!"

    Molly's jaw dropped, and she grabbed Stephanie's hand, shaking it excitedly, "I look forward to working with you, ma'am! Your mom always tells me stories about you!"

    Stephanie looked at Molly. Was the young cadet staring up at the Chief Engineer with admiration? "So... my mom talks about me?" Stephanie asked.

    "Yes ma'am!" Molly saluted politely, "She's real proud of you. And I have to say, you're a great idol for female WrestleFleet officers everywhere..."

    "The LAST thing female WrestleFleet officers need is Stephanie McMahon as a role model," Jericho muttered.

    "And what, exactly, do you mean by that, Lt. Commander Jericho?" Stephanie asked.

    "YOU'RE the Y2J Unit?" Molly gasped, "Oh gosh! I read about you at school! You're WrestleFleet's only android officer!" she saluted again, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir! I didn't realize you were so... uh..."

    Jericho furrowed his brow, "So... what, Molly?" he asked.

    "So HUMAN looking..." she sputtered, "I mean… uh... forgive me, sir..." she hung her head, "That didn't come out right..."

    "WrestleFleet Academy doesn't have any pictures of me?!" he asked.

    "No sir... they don't..."

    Stephanie looked at Jericho, feigning pity, "Awww... is your ego bruised a little bit, Chris?" she asked.

    Jericho offered Stephanie a scowl, then quickly turned back to Cadet Molly, "Come on, I’ll take you to see the Captain, Molly,"

    "Thank you, sir!" Molly said, and  walked in step beside Lt. Commander Jericho as he headed out of Engineering.

CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    "Well... this is good news indeed!" Captain McMahon said as Jericho and Molly explained the latest situation. He placed a data chip in his padd, and studied it, "There's mail from family members back home to the officers aboard the Titanprize, and instructions regarding YOU, Molly..."

    "Really, sir?! Gosh, I can't imagine what they'd be..." Molly said.

    "Apparently, I'm to grant you the rank of Ensign during your tenure on board this ship. You are to teleport yourself in two days back to WrestleFleet with a copy of the ship's logs and various starmaps to pinpoint our location, then return back here with more instructions," McMahon explained, "Which shouldn't be a problem. We currently made a deal with the Bookermans regarding the availability of starmaps..."

    "I get to be an Ensign!?" Molly gasped happily, "This is great!!" She looked up at Lt. Commander Jericho, "Isn't this great, sir?!"

    "Uh... yeah... it's great..." he replied, then looked back at the Captain, "Well, if you don't need me any more, sir, may I be--"

    "Yes yes," McMahon interrupted, "You are dismissed, Unit Y2J..."

    The way McMahon had dismissed Jericho made the Y2J Unit cringe, "Guess Vinnie-mac is still upset over that whole 'Stephanie in a coma' thing..."

    Molly was still looking at Lt. Commander Jericho, smiling sweetly. Jericho allowed her a small smile in return, and quickly headed out of the Captain's ready room, feeling a sudden urge to brush his teeth.

TITANPRIZE MEETING ROOM - the next day

    The Bookerman Ambassador handed Captain McMahon a collection of datachips, "In there, you will find starmaps, information on every planet in the galaxy, and various places where your ship can gain valuable resources and allies..."

    Captain McMahon smiled graciously, "Thank you, sir. These will be very useful on our journey!"

    "That's good..." the man replied, "Now... we made a deal, yes?"

    "Yes, we did," Captain McMahon handed the Ambassador three data chips, "In here, you will find information regarding our replicators, holodecks, and medical advances,"

    The Ambassador looked at the data chips, then turned to Captain McMahon, "Thank you. I'm sure these will be very useful… but..." he sighed, "We also came to ask for your help. You see, we are under attack from another planet in this quadrant. The Markians. They have weakened us greatly. They have oppressed our citizens, tormented our villages..." he shook his head, "I can give you complete reports on their crimes against my people if you wish..."

   McMahon thought a moment, "Very well, send me the report. I will go through it, and contact you at the end of the week. We MAY be able to aid you somehow..."

    The Ambassador smiled, "That is very gracious of you, Captain. I shall return at the end of the week then..."

    The deal was sealed with a handshake, and the Ambassador was transported back to his ship.

WRESTLEFLEET HEADQUARTERS - CHIEF OF CHIEFS OFFICE - two days later

    "How do you like your new rank, Molly?" Commander Linda McMahon asked.

    "It's great, ma'am! The officers aboard the Titanprize seem pretty cool... especially your daughter Commander Stephanie McMahon, and Lt. Commander Jericho..."

    "How IS my daughter?" Linda asked.

    "Oh she's very well, ma'am. I was watching her in Engineering yesterday. She's really great at her job. I only hope I become as good as her. She's got everything under control, and she's so smart...!"

    "Well, of course she's smart. She's a McMahon..." Linda replied, "Now... let's see these starmaps and ship's logs Vince sent us..."

    "Here you go, ma'am," Molly handed Linda the data chips she had been given. "I'm kind of tired, ma'am. Actually... REALLY tired. D'ya mind if I take a nap?"

    "Not at all, Molly. We'll inform you when we need you again..."

    "Thanks ma'am. I'm not feeling very good," Molly said. She stood up, and swayed on her feet...

    "Are you ok, Molly?"

    "Uh... yeah.... yeah.... I think I'll be fine...." Molly took a step, and collapsed.

WRESTLEFLEET HEADQUARTERS - SICKBAY

    "It seems this constant teleporting has taken its toll on Molly. Such a long distance in less then a week," Dr. Pritchard shook his head, "She can't do this all the time..." he explained as he looked over at the sleeping Cadet....

    "What do you mean, doctor?" Linda asked. "We need her to help us stay in contact with the Titanprize,"

    "That won't be a problem... but she can't do it more then once a month - from the Titanprize to here, and back again. Any more then that, and all the wear and tear on her body will catch up to her..."

    "Will she be able to get back this week?" Linda asked.

    "Probably. But I suggest letting her stay there and work out a date a month from now for her return..."

    Linda nodded, "So she'll be living on the Titanprize then, away from home..."

    "That's ok, ma'am," a quiet voice spoke from the diagnostics table behind Linda. The Chief of Chiefs turned to see Molly waking up, "I can learn stuff there... I'll be a good officer! I promise I will! I'll make Captain McMahon proud! I'll make YOU proud..."

    "I don't doubt that, Molly," Linda began, "But this is your very first assignment straight out of WrestleFleet academy. Are you prepared to leave your family so early in your career?"

    Molly smiled, "I got family aboard the Titanprize too, ma'am. Cousins Crash and Hardcore are there..."

    The girl seemed so determined. Linda smiled at her, "Very well. At the end of the week, we’ll send you back to the ship with instructions for the month, and decide a date for you to report back to us..."

    Molly nodded. If she had been strong enough, she would have jumped for joy.

WWF TITANPRIZE - MEETING ROOM – end of the week

    "Well?" The Bookerman Ambassador asked as McMahon entered the room, "You said you would have some information that would help us with our enemies..."

    "Yes..." McMahon began, and handed the Ambassador another data chip, "In there you will find WrestleFleet's top techniques on hand-to-hand combat. We pride ourselves on the fact that all our officers can best almost any enemy in a one-on-one fight..."

    The Bookerman Ambassador frowned, "We were hoping for a bit more assistance then this, Captain. Our enemies are very technologically advanced... "

    McMahon looked at the Bookerman Ambassador. He didn't like what the man was getting at. He had seen this before. Vince silently kicked himself. He should have known better then to meet the man without security, but he truly thought they had come to an agreement. Had he become so desperate for allies that he had become sloppy...? That he had put his ship at risk?

    "Captain..." the voice of Lt. Commander Debra came over the comm, "Bookermans have transported aboard the Titanprize...!"

    "Forgive us, Captain... but surely you understand our desperation..." The Bookerman Ambassador looked apologetic before he  disappeared in a shimmer of his own transporter beam.

    McMahon tapped his comm badge, "Kane, Farrooq, Bradshaw, Chyna.... met me in the meeting room.... IMMEDIATELY," he closed the comm, "No one transports aboard MY damn ship without permission! NO ONE…"

WWF TITANPRIZE - ENGINEERING

    "Glad you’re back, Mol...!" Crash said as his cousin shadowed him at his station, "This is where we run the ship. I can change the warp speed here... er... only at Commander Stephanie, Commander Shane, or Captain McMahon's request that is," Crash explained.

    "Where IS Commander Stephanie?" Molly asked, "I wanted to ask her some stuff about Engineering..."

    "She's off duty right now," Crash explained, "But you can ask Lt. Commander Jericho. I'm actually off duty myself. I'm going to meet some buddies in the Smackdown. Wanna come?"

  "Naw, it’s ok. I’m just gonna hang around here. Get familiar with stuff," Molly replied.

    "Ok then. I'll see ya in a bit, Mol,"

    "Bye bye, Cousin Crash!" Molly waved. Her cousin then disappeared. The young cadet enthusiastically headed over to Lt. Commander Jericho, "Sir...?"

    "What is it, Bubbles?" Jericho asked as his kept his attention on the station in front of him.

    "What are ya doing, sir?"

    "Creating some new Engineering sub-routines..."

    "Oh... I was just wondering if..." she stopped suddenly.

    "Wondering what?" he asked. He turned to see why she was suddenly quiet, and barely ducked out of the way of a phaser.

    Engineering had a few unwelcome guests…

    The Bookermans opened fire, and the WrestleFleet officers returned it without hesitation. Jericho whipped out his phaser and tried to stun as many Bookermans as he could, "EVERYBODY OUT!" He commanded, "I’m locking the doors to Engineering! Take refuge in the Smackdown until you receive further orders!"

    The officers broke free from their attackers and did as they were instructed.

    A Bookerman snuck up behind Lt. Commander Jericho, grabbing him in a headlock. Jericho quickly broke free, knocking the intruder out. He grabbed the phaser off his adversary, then spun around to see Molly struggling with a large female Bookerman.

    The young cadet jumped on top of an Engineering station, and launched herself at the Bookerman, knocking her to the ground unconscious. She jumped to her feet as another Bookerman stalked towards her. Molly stood unmoving, eyes wide. Jericho fired and the invader fell to the ground, unmoving.

    Molly stared at the unconscious body at her feet. The Y2J Unit ran up to the frightened cadet and dragged her towards the jefferies tube, "I ordered everyone OUT. That meant you TOO!"

    "I'm sorry, sir... I froze! I…I've never been under attack before!" She lowered her voice, "I got scared, sir…"

    Jericho sighed, "Well, at least you know a bit of hand to hand combat judging from the way you attacked the female..." he replied, then pulled a panel away from the wall, "Get in there!" He shoved Molly into the jefferies tube.

    Three more intruders transported into Engineering. Jericho fired both phasers and managed to hit two of them, only to have the third one shoot one of the phasers out of his hand.

    Jericho ran to a nearby station and quickly programmed an Engineering lock-down to keep the Bookermans in.  He then jumped into the jefferies tube beside the young cadet, pulling the panel closed behind him.

    The jefferies tube panel began to smoke from the phaser shots it was receiving outside. It wouldn't take very long for the weapon to burn right through it, "Go go go!" he said, and almost pushed Molly through the jefferies tube. They turned a corner, and rested against the side, out of the range of phaser fire. Jericho lifted up his hand, and swore under his breath.

    "Oh gosh!" Molly gasped, "You're hurt, sir!"

    Jericho looked at Molly through the messy hole in the middle of his right hand, "I'll be ok..." he said, "Probably," he watched his fingers twitching uncontrollably as the now-bare wires spewed sparks and short-circuited.

    "But... you're bleeding!" Molly said, her voice full of concern.

    "Well... leaking," he shrugged, "Same difference I suppose..."

    "And it was to save me..." Molly said quietly, "Gosh sir... I... I don't know how to thank you,"

    "You can thank me by helping me find Commander Stephanie. She can fix me," he said, "And I can make sure she's ok..." he added silently, then ripped the sleeve of his uniform with his good hand and gave it to Molly, "Here..." he held his injured hand up, "Wrap it..."

    "Yessir..." Molly replied, and did so, "You know, I used to do this with Cousin Crash. Whenever Cousin Hardcore used to beat him up, I always dressed his wounds..." she smiled, "Cousin Hardcore beat him up a lot,"

    "And little Elroy is still alive to talk about it," Jericho replied, "Impressive..." he looked at his bandaged hand, "Nice job. Now get behind me," he commanded.

    "Yessir," Molly replied, and shimmed past Lt. Commander Jericho to take her place behind him, "Where are we headed?"

    "The Smackdown. It's probably the safest place on the ship right now for you. It doubles as a relief shelter for the civilians and injured aboard the ship,"

    "But I'm not injured, and I'm not a civilian," Molly protested.

    "Do you know how to fire a phaser, Molly?" Jericho asked.

    "Well… no, sir... I don't,"

    "Then right now, you're a civilian. The Smackdown is about two decks down. There's a ladder through the jefferies tubes, but a lot of twists and turns to get to it. Make sure you keep up."

    With that, the two crawled their way through the Titanprize...

THE SMACKDOWN - later

    There was a loud noise coming from the jefferies tube beside Stephanie's chair. She paused, and listened. Was that banging? She got to her feet... well, her one GOOD foot... and removed the panel.

    Lt. Commander Jericho crawled out, Ensign Molly Holly close behind him.

    "MOLLY!" Crash called out as he and Hardcore ran to their little cousin. Crash hugged her, "Are you ok?!" he asked.

    "Yeah, Crash... I'm fine..." she smiled, "Lt. Commander Jericho took care of me,"

    "I KNEW you should have stayed at home!" Ensign Hardcore scolded.

     "But I’m fine, Cousin Hardcore!" Molly started.

     "For now… but look at ME," he was sporting a cast on his arm, "How long before something like this happens to you? Or worse?"

    "Hey, Holly... give the kid a break, huh? She stood tough against the bad guys… though you should teach her how to use a phaser one day," Jericho then turned to Stephanie, who was propping herself up against the bulkhead. He furrowed his brow, "And what happened to you?"

    Stephanie looked away, "Nothing... I'm fine,"

    "You're standing on one foot," Jericho pointed out.  Stephanie muttered something under her breath, "What was that?" he asked, leaning closer. She muttered again, and he smirked, "You FELL?" he chuckled quietly.

    Stephanie glared at him, "It's NOT funny!" she replied.

    "We're under attack... and Commander Skankanie McMahon is injured by FALLING," Jericho said, "Did you even get a shot fired off before you FELL?"

    "I was off duty! I didn’t have a whole lot of weapons on hand! You know, things happen when you’re running for your life, Jerkicho, OK?!" Stephanie snapped angrily.

    "Things like THIS?" Jericho asked, and held up his injured hand. The torn sleeve of his uniform had been soaked through with his synthetic blood.

    "Ewww!" Stephanie replied, "Here.... let me see that!"

    "First of all..." Jericho quickly lifted Stephanie off her feet,  "Let's get you seated, THEN you can look at my hand," he said.

    "Let go of me!!" Stephanie demanded, "Let go NOW!"

    "No…"

   "I am giving you an order, Lt. Commander!" Stephanie protested. Jericho didn’t listen.

    "Gosh... Lt. Commander Jericho sure is dedicated to his superior officers, isn't he?" Molly said to Crash.

    "Yeah..." Ensign Jeff Hardy spoke up as he limped towards them, his knee bruised from a chop-block one of the Bookermans had hit him with in the corridors, "Especially to Stephanie," He couldn't help but snicker as Jericho carried a protesting Stephanie to the bar.

    "What's the latest?" Jericho asked as he sat Stephanie on the bar top. He settled himself on the stool in front of her.

    Stephanie straightened the top of her uniform haughtily, still annoyed with him, "Well," she began, "Daddy sent Commander Kane, Bradshaw, Farrooq, Chyna, and just about everyone else capable of firing a phaser to go after the Bookermans. He went to the bridge to try and open communications with the Ambassador," She explained.

   "And the walking wounded gather in the Smackdown," Jericho said,  "Or in your case, not walking at all,"

   "Oh shut up!" Stephanie replied.

   Jericho held his injured hand out to her, "Here… make yourself useful,"

   Stephanie sighed and unwrapped his hand carefully, "Ugh... this looks really bad,"

    "Thanks, Steph. That makes me feel much better," Jericho replied dryly.

    "Making people feel better isn't part of my job description," Stephanie replied.

    "Tell that to all the young Ensigns who've had the pleasure of your company,"

    "Will you stop looking at me through the hole in your hand? It's really disturbing," Stephanie said, then motioned for Jeff, "Hardly, hand me the tool kit over there..." she called out.

    Jeff limped over with the supplies and handed them to Stephanie, "Why don't you get your knee looked at, Jeff?" Jericho asked.

    "Nurse Saturn and Nurse Bearer are tied up with people more hurt then I am, and the only other medical personnel in here are Piro and that pansy, Angle. I don't want either of them touching me in any way, shape or form. Besides, I’ll be ok. I’m Aerialian. We have a high threshold for pain."

    "Where's Dr. Taker?" Jericho asked.

    "Helping neutralize the threat..." Jeff smiled, "In his own special way, of course..."

    "I can only imagine what that means," Jericho replied.

    "I'm going to help the Olympic wuss tend to the others," Jeff said. "I have a feeling they'd rather have assistance from someone who DOESN'T faint at the sight of blood..." With that, Jeff limped off.

    Stephanie looked down at Lt. Commander Jericho, and furrowed her brow, "You’re in a lot of pain, aren’t you?" she asked.

    Jericho looked at his twitching fingers, trying not to wince, "I'll be fine,"

     "You're hurting. I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen that…" she paused, "Well, except for that time Hunter attacked you with the sledgehammer, "

    Jericho cringed, "Thanks for refreshing my memory. I was just starting to forget…"

"Good thing I’m here to remind you then," Stephanie replied, then took his injured hand and grabbed a laser solder from the tool kit. She set about re-connecting the wires the phaser had severed.

   Jericho sucked in a deep breath, trying to bite back the pain, "My receptors are working overtime tonight,"

    "Can't you turn them off or something?" Stephanie asked.

    He raised an eyebrow, "What do you do when YOU’RE in pain, Steph?" he asked, "Try and turn it off?"

   Stephanie frowned, "NO… but I take a hypospray or two to ease the pain,"

    "Then you’re one-up on me. Pain killing hyposprays don’t work on my body. I get to grin and bear it. Kinda sucks, actually..." he paused, then flexed his semi-repaired hand, "Well, at least I have control of my fingers again,"

    "I'll repair the rest of your hand as soon as we can get back into Engineering..." Stephanie said.

    Jericho nodded, then muttered something under his breath.

   Stephanie blinked, surprised.  If she didn't know better, she could have sworn the stupid jerk just THANKED her...

TITANPRIZE CORRIDORS

     "Man, this totally reeks of suckitude!" Ensign Edge shouted as he ducked another phaser blast. He and Ensign Christian were hiding behind a bulkhead, shooting blindly at the invaders.

     "Edge! Your mirror!" Christian said.

     "What about it?"

     "Hold it up! Maybe the ugly dude will turn to stone if he sees his reflection!"

     "Think it’ll work!?" Edge asked.

     "Try it!" Christian offered.

     "Alright, man… I’ll try…" Edge held his mirror up just as the Bookerman fired. The phaser deflected off the surface and bounced back to the attacker. The man screamed, and fell to the ground, unmoving.

     Christian and Edge froze in their place, "Dude… I think it worked!" Christian said.

    They waited a moment… just to be sure… then high fived each other, "Alright! We so totally rule!" Edge cheered, then the two blonde brothers ran to The Smackdown.

WWF TITANPRIZE – BRIDGE

     "What’s the status of the intruders, Lt. Commander?" Captain McMahon asked.

     "Most of the silly bastards are injured," Lt. Commander Austin explained, "Guess they didn’t realize how big a can of whoop ass WrestleFleet officers could open,"

     "Well, I DID tell the Bookerman Ambassador that we are able to best most invaders in one-on-one combat," McMahon said, "Lt. Commander Rock, hail the Bookerman ship…"

     "This is Lt. Commander Rock to the roody poo Bookerman Ambassador. Answer us, before The Rock takes his boot, turns it sideways, and—"

     "I’m here, I’m here!" the Bookerman Ambassador spoke as he appeared on-screen. He looked at McMahon, "Captain… it seems you have all but destroyed my crew. I underestimated your skills…"

     "I demand you remove your people from my ship immediately!" McMahon replied.

     The Ambassador smiled, "Very well. You have proven yourself to us…"

     McMahon furrowed his brow, "Proven ourselves?"

     "Forgive us, Captain. We wanted to test your resolve and the strength of your crew." he bowed, "We will be honoured if you will forgive our actions and accept us as your allies…"

     "Allies?! You attack my crew and want to be my ALLIES?"

    "Well... yes..." the Ambassador replied.

    Vince narrowed his eyes, a plot forming in his mind, "On one condition,"

     "Which condition, Captain?"

    McMahon smiled coldly,  "Two weeks from this Sunday, right here on this very ship… I challenge your crew to a contest..."

WWF TITANPRIZE - CHIEF ENGINEER'S OFFICE - the next morning

    Stephanie studied the monitor on her desk. Her mother's face looked back at her. She was watching a pre-recorded communication that had come with the latest data chips Molly had brought aboard, "Hopefully with Molly's help, we will be able to transfer data once a month until we are able to find a way to bring you home," her mother paused and smiled, "I'm glad you have Hunter by your side. I'm sure your father and brother are handling it well, but I know you're a bit more sensitive to situations like this.  I can only imagine how alone you must feel out there..."

    Her divorce from Hunter apparently hadn't been in the logs the Chief of Chiefs had read. Stephanie quickly paused the message, "But I DON'T have Hunter, Mom," her voice grew quiet, "I don't think I ever DID," she sighed and hid her face in her hands, "I don't have anyone..."

    "Hey, Steph!" a cheery voice spoke up from the door of her office.

    Stephanie looked up and quickly wiped the tears from her face, "Don't you know how to knock, Jeff?!" she snapped.

    Jeff smiled mischievously, "Well, Chris is busy doing some recalibrations on the warp engines, so I knew I wasn't disturbing anything,"

    "You're not funny..." Stephanie muttered, "What are you doing in here anyway?"

    "Bored and off duty. It's more fun being here watching you and Chris deny you have the hots for each other," he paused, waiting. Jeff grew concerned, Stephanie hadn't called him an idiot for that comment. Something wasn't right, "What is it, Steph? What's wrong?" he asked.

    Stephanie sighed and turned the screen towards Jeff.

    He looked at the frozen picture of the Chief of Chiefs on Stephanie's monitor,  "You miss her, huh?"

    Stephanie nodded, "Yeah," she sighed, "And seeing this only makes me miss her more,"

    Jeff knelt beside Stephanie's chair and pat his shoulder, "Here. Feel free to use it whenever you need to,"

    Stephanie smiled only slightly, "No thanks. Too skinny and bony for me..."

    "Hey! I am NOT skinny!"

    "Are too..."

    "Are not!" he protested.

    "Are too!"

    "Well Lita doesn't seem to think so..." Jeff pointed out.

    "Well Lita is skinny and bony too..."

    "Commander? I finished recalibrating the warp engines..." Jericho spoke as he came through the door. He looked at Jeff and Stephanie, "Trying to get a promotion by begging on your hands and knees, Jeff?"

    "No. Why? Think it'll work?" Jeff asked with a smile.

    "I don't know," Jericho asked, then looked at Stephanie, "CAN you get a promotion on your knees, Steph? I figure you would be the expert on that kind of thing,"

    "Shut up, Jerkicho!" Stephanie snapped.

    Jericho sat on top of Stephanie's desk, tossing a padd in her lap, "Here are the latest warp core recalibrations," he said, then noticed the paused communication, "So what does the Chief of Chiefs have to say for herself?"

    "First of all," Stephanie started, "Would you mind getting off my desk?"

    "Yes, I would mind actually," Jericho replied, "I'm pretty comfortable right now... so what's in the communication?"

    "It’s personal!" she snapped, "Anyway, daddy wants me to tell you guys that we’re having a Pay-Per-View with the Bookermans next Sunday. You two are going to be in it. Aside from that, it turns out Molly is going to be a liaison between here and WrestleFleet. She’ll be sending information back and forth once a month while Headquarters tries to figure out a way to bring us back home,"

    "For real?! KICK ASS!" Jeff replied happily.

    "Where is little Molly Holly? I think I need to give that cute little cadet a great big kiss!" Jericho said, then leaned in close to Stephanie, and smirked, "That is, unless YOU'D rather have the kiss instead,"

    "Ugh! You are such a pervert!" Stephanie snapped, and pushed Jericho off the desk, trying to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks.

    Jericho landed on the ground with an ungraceful thump. Jeff snickered, "Did you have a good fall, Chris?"

    Jericho quickly jumped to his feet and dusted his uniform off, "Have you had a good youth, Jeff?"

    Jeff got to his feet, "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

    "Well... yes..." Jericho said, then jumped towards Jeff and grabbed him in a side headlock.

    "Oh for heaven sake! Since when did my office become the Romper Room?!" Stephanie asked angrily as she stood up. Her ankle had been set and she was able to put a bit of pressure on it now.

    "Stop it," Jeff laughed as he tried to get away from Jericho, "I think Steph is getting pissed..."

    "You two are nothing but immature dorks!" Stephanie scolded, trying to stop the smile spreading on her lips. Ok... so maybe it was FUN to be immature once in a while... especially when you received good news.

    Jeff finally got away from Jericho, and hid behind Stephanie, "Psycho android on the loose! Save me," he begged. Stephanie moved out of the way, leaving Jeff open, "Traitor!" Jeff replied.

    "Now now, Skankanie... is that anyway to treat your little boy toy?" Jericho replied.

    "Being Stephanie's personal toy is YOUR job, Chris," Jeff answered.

    "Ugh... I'd rather have Ensign Mideon!" Stephanie muttered.

    "I can arrange that..." Jericho offered.

    Stephanie quickly grabbed Jericho's hand before he could finish lifting it to his comm badge, "Do it, and I will hurt you," she warned.

    "Sounds like fun. When can we start?" Jericho asked.

    "Wha---Shut up!" Stephanie sputtered, and shoved him away.

    "Ooooh.... you made her blush, Chris!" Jeff teased.

    "And here I thought NOTHING could embarrass the great Skankanie McMahon," Jericho replied.

    Suddenly, the Captain's voice came over the ship-wide communications, "This is Captain Vince McMahon to the crew of the WWF Titanprize. I am calling a meeting in the Smackdown in Thirty minutes. All must attend..."

    "He's probably going to tell you guys the same thing I just did," Stephanie said, and sat back at her desk.

    "I can't wait to see how everyone else reacts to the news!" Jeff said, and quickly headed out.

    Jericho was about to head out as well, but paused at the door, "Aren't you getting off your lazy ass and coming with us?"

    "Yeah yeah," She said, "In a sec,"

    Jericho looked at her a moment, then spoke quietly, "Don't start crying again..."

    Stephanie was surprised, "How did you--?"

    "Because," he interrupted, "I know you too well,"

    Stephanie was silent for a moment. He DID know her well, didn't he? Was that a blessing or a curse? She studied him, "Is that why you came in here?"

    Jericho hesitated, "Maybe..." he said, then smiled mischievously, "Or maybe I just came in to beat up Jeff," he finished, then headed out.

    Stephanie watched him leave, then turned to her mother's face on the monitor, "I may not have Hunter anymore Mom," she started, then smiled slightly, "but I don't think I'll ever feel alone..."

WWF TITANPRIZE - THE SMACKDOWN –  later

    "Wow! This ship is really big, Crash!" Molly said as she looked around, "I can't believe it has a bar and everything!"

    "Yup yup! It's great!" Crash replied.

    "Molly?!" a voice called out.

    Molly turned around, and smiled, "Cousin Hardcore! How's your arm?"

    He didn't answer, "What are you still doing here?" Hardcore asked.

    Molly pouted, "Cousin Hardcore, I'm staying aboard the ship!"

    "This is no place for a cadet!" Hardcore said, "You've seen the dangers we've run into lost out here in this quadrant,"

    "Awww c'mon cousin! How else am I supposed to learn? Look, I'm an Ensign and everything!" Molly smiled brightly, and showed off her Ensign badge, "This will be a great experience for me!"

    "I'm telling you to go home! What if Lt. Commander Jericho hadn't been in Engineering to help you when the Bookermans attacked? What would have happened then?"

    Molly crossed her arms, "Listen, Cousin! I'm staying here! I'm only going back home once a month to carry information and transmissions. I'm the official liaison between the Titanprize and WrestleFleet headquarters! It's a very important job and I won't give it up!"

    Hardcore sighed, "Holly women don't know what's good for them," he muttered.

    "Excuse me?" Molly replied, "I know what's good for me! And I know what's good for WrestleFleet! And what I'm doing right now is good for both of us!"

    "Kid's got a good point," Jericho started as he came up to Ensign Hardcore, "Looks like she could kick your ass too... better not piss her off..."

     "Who asked you, pretty boy?" Hardcore snapped, "You don’t have a  family! You don’t know what it’s like!"

    Molly ignored her cousin and looked up at Jericho with a smile, "Thank you for defending me, sir," she then grew serious, "I’m glad your hand is better now,"

    Jericho held it up, "Much better, thanks," He pat Molly on the head, "We’re glad to have you on board. Don't let Ensign Receding Hairline make you rethink your decision. No one on the ship listens to him anyway," Jericho then headed to the bar to join Jeff and Lita for a drink.

    Molly watched him go, "He's so cool,"

    "Ahhh, he's just a stupid robot," Hardcore muttered, then looked at Molly, "Anyway, as your older cousin, it's my duty to make sure you're safe while you're on this ship, got it? I'm going to be keeping a very close eye on you!"

    "Awwww, Cousin!" Molly whined.

    "Don't 'awwww cousin' me! I’ll be watching you!" Ensign Holly walked to the other end of the Smackdown and took his seat, waiting, as everyone else was, for the Captain to make the official announcement about the monthly WrestleFleet communications.

    "Cousin Hardcore is such a big meanie!" Molly pouted, then looked at Crash, "Let's go sit at the bar."

    "Ok! We can have some cold milk!" Crash offered.

    Molly's eyes lit up, "Do they have chocolate milk?!"

    "Ask Terri! She's real nice. She'll probably replicate some for you!"

    Molly nodded and her and Crash headed towards the bar, "Hey Crash!" Jeff called out, "Come sit with us! Lita wants to meet your cousin!"

    "Sure!" Crash said, and sat down with Molly.

    "So, we have another butt-kicking woman on board!" Lita started, and smiled at Molly, "We can never have too many,"

    "Of course, we can have ONE that is too much," Jericho muttered as he watched Commander Stephanie McMahon coming through the Smackdown doors with Ensign Angle. Stephanie had managed to change out of her uniform before arriving.

    Jericho's eyes followed the two to their seats.

    Molly furrowed her brow, "Why is Lt. Commander Jericho staring at Commander Stephanie like that?" she whispered to Lita.

    Jeff took a sip of his drink, holding is tongue. She'd pick up on the situation soon enough.

    Lita nudged Jericho with her elbow.  "You can stop staring at her now,"

    "I wasn't staring... I was just blinded by Kirk's bright-red jumpsuit," Jericho replied, and took a gulp of his synthehol, "It clashes with Skankanie's pink mini-dress!"

    "You mean Stephanie..." Molly offered.

    Jericho turned to her, "Umm... what?"

    "You mispronounced Commander McMahon's name... It's Stephanie..."

     "Right..." Jericho replied, "My mistake..."

    Jeff tried to hide his laughter by burying his head in Lita's shoulder. She was having trouble trying not to snicker herself.

    Kids could be so cute sometimes...