SEASON SEVEN

EPISODE 1: THE BEST LAID PLANS
PART TWO

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 071820.00. All is well here. Everything is going according to plan. I must thank Kimberly for her part in this. She has done an excellent job tricking her friends, and now, the Titanprize is where it belongs.... in MY hands! Captain Vincent Russo!"

    Russo smiled coldly, and closed his log book.

    Ah yes... it was great being in control!

    Russo looked towards the man across the room from him, "So, Eric... why don't you salute the new Captain of the Titanprize?" he asked, then laughed, "Oh silly me... I forgot! It's hard to salute someone when your hands are tied!"

    Bishoff glared at Russo. Yes... his hands were tied... but his fingers weren't -- and he quickly saluted Russo with one in particular!

SICKBAY

    Dr. Taker tried not to step on the patients that littered the floor of Sickbay. He had had to pull triple shifts just to keep up with treatment.

    The crew of the Titanprize were sadly unprepared when the Nytron boarded. The rebels's weapons were highly superior, and very much illegal. Phasers would not cause half the damage the Nytron disrupters did, nor were they as fast at powering up. Hence the sudden flooding of victims to Sickbay.

    The information that Commander Stephanie McMahon and the Y2J Unit were being held hostage on the holodeck had quickly made it's way throughout the ship. Those who had wanted to fight back did not for the simple reason that it would end Jericho and Stephanie's lives. All though Stephanie was not a favourite, it seemed the Y2J Unit was quite popular among the crew.

    When Russo had barged onto McMahon's bridge with his rebels, McMahon had heard Stephanie screaming through the comm as Kimberly once again tortured his precious daughter. That alone was enough to make McMahon surrender. He was now locked in the brig under 24 hour surveillance

    But Dr. Taker knew McMahon had a plan. The only problem was... WHAT was his plan? Surely he would have left something... anything... for his crew. Instructions? Perhaps certain passcodes? Dr. Taker would have to find out. Perhaps find a way to sneak into the Captain's quarters or ready room.

    Dr. Taker smiled to himself. Lurking in the shadows was something he was good at. VERY good at.

        Now was not the time to think of that, however. There were vict--patients to tend to.

    Dr. Taker looked around and found the Nytron Chief Medical Officer. The young man's complexion was white as death, his cheeks hollow. He had braided black hair, and claimed to be from planet Kanata.  He went by the name Dr. V. M. Piro.

    The young doctor was currently tending to his own people, who had been wounded in the takeover... albiet much less then Dr. Taker's.

    "Taker, where the hell is your other nurse, Saturn?" Dr. Piro asked angrily when he noticed Dr. Taker studying him.

    Dr. Taker frowned at him, "Your stank ass will NOT speak to the lord of medicine that way, boy..." he replied, "And if you must know, Saturn is in the Smackdown. He needed a rest. His eyes were beginning to cross..."

    "What kind of clip joint are you running here, man! You think you can just let your nurse go like that when you're in the middle of a medial emergency? What kind of doctor are you?!"

    Dr. Taker grew angry, "You'd better watch your mouth, boy... before I come over there and kick your teeth so far down your throat you'll chew your OWN ass out for pissing me off!"

   Dr. Piro frowned, but turned back to his own patients quietly. A few of the healthier, and less injured members of the Titanprize crew, were helping out Dr. Taker. Nurse Bearer was helping out as well. It's not as if Sickbay was understaffed.

    Dr. Taker swore under his breath. He'd have to share his sickbay with the uptight Nytron doctor as long as the rebels held the ship.

    Of course, if Dr. Piro annoyed him enough, Dr. Taker would make good on his threat... consequences be damned! And the dark doctor would enjoy every minute of it!

THE SMACKDOWN

    "Hey, hoochie! Gimme a glass of synthehol!" A Nytron named Big Poppa Pump demanded as Chyna walked by him.

    Chyna glared at him angrily. It had only been 3 hours since the Nytrons had taken over the ship, but Chyna felt like it had been 3 years!

    Chyna had other things to worry about then catering to these jerks - like getting Chris out of the Holodeck where he was at the mercy of that Nytron witch, Kimberly. If only Stephanie hadn't interfered! Chyna never detested the spoiled brat more then she did now! She felt like taking her anger out on someone... and the man who had just put his hand on her rear was going to be it!

    Pump screamed like a girl as Chyna twisted his fingers into an unnatural position, "Touch me again, and it won't be your FINGERS I twist, Nytron!" she hissed angrily.

    Pump swore angrily and pulled his hand painfully from her grasp, much to the laughter of his brother, Rick, "Oh Scotty! You got hurt by a woman!" he howled.

    Pump glared at him, "Shut up you little snot!" he snapped, and jumped to his feet, staring down Chyna, "Do that again, and you'll be sorry, wench!" he said as he fingered the Nytron disrupter at his waist. He turned on his heel and walked out.

    Suddenly a scream erupted from a few feet away. Chyna turned to see an angry black-haired girl yelling at a boy her age, "We were supposed to get married!" she screamed, "How could you DO this to me, David?! I HATE YOU!" the girl then slapped the boy repeatedly... and walked out.

    Chyna blinked. Good lord... they were worse then Jericho and Stephanie!

    "Oh... David, honey... did that mean ol' Daffney hurt you?" a sly, blonde woman came up to the boy and put her arms around him. Chyna blinked, and wondered if these two knew the meaning of the word 'jail bait'.

    "That's 3 time, 3 time, 3 times those two have broken up!" A Nytron Chyna recognized as Diamond Dallas Page came up to her. "Daffney's a BANG whacko! 'course that Hancock scum is always there to mess things up even more.." he said as he watched David and the blonde. He turned to Chyna, "Have you seen my tramp ex-wife, Kim, by the way? Heard the scumette was on board..." he asked.

    Chyna opened her mouth to reply... then stopped, "No idea where she is..." she lied.

    "Ah hell... that wench is probably in some Ensign scum's bed by now..." he replied angrily, then found himself a seat in the back and nursed the synthehol in his hand.

    Chyna went up to Terri and took off her apron, "I'm going to find a way to get Stephanie and Jericho out of the holodeck," she whispered.

    "Good luck! Maybe when you're done, you can find a way to get these damn Nytrons out of my bar! They are the WORST patrons I've ever had! Even Bradshaw and Farooq are better behaved..." Terri replied.

    Chyna smiled, "One thing at a time..." she answered, then headed out.

HOLODECK 3

    Lt. Commander Jericho studied Stephanie. She was shivering. Pain does that. It also didn't help that Kimberly had ripped off most of her top in their earlier fight. He sighed, and placed his tunic over her, " This might help..." he said.

    Kimberly eyed Jericho with interest, "How very noble of you, Chris..." she said, then smiled slyly, "I always DO enjoy some eye-candy from my hostages." She slithered over to him, too close for comfort, "Tell me,  Chrissie... why are you so concerned for Stephie here?"

    He glared daggers at Kimberly, "Get. The. Hell. Away. From. Me!" he said slowly. His voice a low, angry rumble.

    Kimberly blinked, and smiled again. Jericho thought she looked like a cheshire cat. He always hated that cat…

    "Anyone ever tell you you're cute when you're angry, Chris?!" Kimberly said.

    "Anyone ever tell you you're skanky when you're breathing, Kim?" he replied.

    Kimberly seemed confused for a moment, "But I breathe all the time..." then stopped, and frowned, "Oh, very funny! You won't be such a smart ass when my man gets through with you! He's taken over your ship, you know. Your crew is under HIS control now! And your Captain..." she licked her lips gleefully, "I can only IMAGINE what Russo has in store for him!"

    "Bloodthirsty little wench, aren't you, Kimmy?" Jericho replied. A groan came from Stephanie. He quickly turned his attention to her, "Steph?" he asked, "You still alive?"

    "Barely..." Stephanie whispered. "Can hardly move my legs. It hurts too much..."

    "Yes... well.. phaser burns will do that to a person..." he muttered dryly, "I don't suppose there's a medkit in here... ?"

    "Should be... in all holodecks..." she replied, her words coming in short gasps of breath.

    "Where?" he asked.

    "Near the doors... the panel..."

    He quickly went up to the doors and removed a nearby panel. There it was... but would it be any use? He went through it, and found a moderate pain killing hypospray. He went up to Stephanie and pressed it against her arm, "I don't know how much this will work... but at least it'll ease it a bit..."

    Stephanie looked at him, "Took you long enough to think of that..." she muttered.

    Jericho frowned, "Oh well excuuuuse me! I'm busy being held HOSTAGE here!" he replied.  Even when Stephanie was in great pain, she still managed to give Lt. Commander Jericho a hard time.

    "Well, while it's fun watching you two bicker like school children, I hear my communicator beeping... pardon me..." Kimberly said. She stood up, and smiled at the Y2J Unit as she ran a hand through his hair, "I'll be right back, darling..." she said.

    "I'll hold my breath," he muttered, "Maybe I'll pass out ..."

    "Oh... are you sure you want to be unconscious and at my mercy?" Kimberly asked, "Who knows what I might do with your beautiful body," she finished, then let out a cold laugh as she went to answer her communicator.

    Lt. Commander Jericho shivered. On second thought, maybe he WOULDN'T pass out....

TITANPRIZE CORRIDORS

    "Where are YOU going, chickie?" a husky female voice called out.

    Chyna turned around to come face to face with a Nytron woman about her size. She recalled her name being Aysa or something, "I... uh..." Chyna tried to find a quick excuse, "I'm on the maintenance crew..." she lied, "I'm simply doing a routine check on everything..."

    "And where is your cleaning equipment?" Aysa asked.

    "I am going to get it right now..." Chyna smiled, and quickly ducked into the maintenance room a few feet away. She waited a few minutes, then opened the door again. Aysa was gone... but... she had an idea -- Who else but maintenance would have a reason to go into the jefferies tubes just over holodeck 3?

    Chyna quickly put on a pair of WrestleFleet issue maintenance coveralls, and found the nearest jefferies tube opening.

THE BRIG

    "Let me out of here!" Captain Vince McMahon shouted to the security guard. "Nash... we served together! If there's ANY loyalty left in you to Wrestlefleet, you'll let me out of here!"

    Nash laughed, "Loyalty to WrestleFleet?" he repeated, "You've got to be kidding me, Vinnie-mac! I have a sweet deal with Russo, and I'm not about to give that up!" Nash said. He looked towards his fellow security officer, Hall, "Get a load of him! He thinks we have some loyalty to WrestleFleet!"

    "Hey yo... let's take a survey..." Hall began, "If you don't got no loyalty to WrestleFleet, raise your hand!" Hall and Nash both raised then hands, then laughed.

    Nash shrugged, "Well, I guess that's two against one, Vinnie-mac!"

    Hall went up and put an arm casually on Nash's shoulders, "Hey yo... you think we should teach our former Captain a lesson?" he asked.

    Nash looked at Hall, an evil glint in his eyes, "Shall we?"

    "Why not!"

    With that, they turned McMahon's force field off, and taught him how to sell pain...

THE SMACKDOWN

    "So, Saturn... how do you like being a Nurse?" Nytron Kanyon asked the bald-headed man in front of him, then burst out laughing, "Great promotion, huh?"

    Saturn narrowed his eyes, "Hey, I'm doin' something I like. Something HONOURABLE! At least you don't see me taking over ships and treating its crew like slaves!"

    Kanyon stood up, "You got a problem with that?" he asked angrily.

    Saturn stood up as well, "Yeah, I do..."

    "You wanna have a go? You think you're better then Kanyon?!" Kanyon asked, "NO ONE is better then Kanyon! And if I have to kick your ass to prove it, I will!"

    "Woah woah woah, boys!" a calming female voice broke in. It was Terri, "There will be none of that in my bar, you got it?"

    Kanyon looked at her, "It's the Nytrons' bar, woman! This ship don't belong to WrestleFleet no more!"

    "Listen, Kanyon! I'm not a WrestleFleet officer, I’m an entrepreneur. Even if this ship belongs to the Nytrons, this bar is still MINE... got that, big boy?!" she snapped.  "And I would kindly appreciate you NOT dragging my friends into your petty need to show how much testosterone you have!"

    Kanyon looked at Terri, then at Saturn. He smiled slyly, "Damn, maybe we shoulda' taken over this ship earlier! If you can get a woman like that to defend you, who knows how many woman would come take MY side! Bang!"

    Page came up to Kanyon and glared at him, " It's bad enough you stole my clothing and hair, KanSCUM! Do you have to steal my lines too?" he snapped.

    Kanyon pulled something silver out of his pocket. A cutter. "You got a problem with me, Page?" he asked, "My Kanyon Kutter will fix that up real quick!"

    "You ain't worth my time, SCUMyon..." Page replied, and walked away.

    Kanyon frowned, but quietly sulked to the bar

    Terri rolled her eyes, "Was it ALWAYS this bad with your ex-shipmates?"

    "Worse..." Saturn muttered, then smiled, "But enough about them..." he put an arm around her shoulder. She didn't seem to mind as he led her to a table in the back where they could chat.

THE BRIG

    Captain McMahon lay on the ground. Nash and Hall had given him enough powerbombs and Outsider's Edge's to render him immobile for a good few days. He could barely move due to the bruises that were now blossoming over his upper back. He did manage to crawl to his cot and lay down, but it was all he could do before he passed out.

    Scenes of getting revenge on Russo danced in McMahon's unconscious mind.

HOLODECK 3

    Lt. Commander Jericho paced back and forth through the holodeck. How would he get out? He wasn't worried for himself... but for Stephanie! Any attempt to free them would cause Kim to pull out her trusty phaser and fire on the helpless McMahon.

    Jericho stood staring at Stephanie, arms crossed. He felt overly concerned for the woman lying on the ground in front of him, and this concern rendered his thought process almost useless!

     Jericho sighed, deciding he'd have Ensign Matt take a look at his emotion chip again.  For now, he would turn the damn thing off.

    Kimberly slithered up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders, massaging gently. "What's the matter, sweetie... worried about the little skank?"

    "I am not worried about anything at this moment..." he replied, his voice unemotional and almost mechanical.

    "Aw poop! You turned that little chip thingy off!" Kim pouted. "You're so much more fun with it ON!"

    "It is currently hindering my thought process..." he replied.

    Kimberly smiled, "Well... since you don't care either way..." she came around front and put her arms around him, "You're so warm..." she said as she snuggled against him.

    He quickly pushed her away, "Do NOT touch me..." he replied. Was that disgust? For some reason, he felt his skin crawl... even though he knew that physically, it was impossible.

        "NO ONE turns ME down…" Kimberly snapped, then smiled coldly, "I'll make you my personal play thing soon enough. Just wait, Chrissie. I plan to familiarize myself with every one of your... functions…!"

    "That would be highly impossible if I do not allow it," the Y2J Unit replied.

    Kimberly smiled slyly, "I'm sure if I crossed a wire here and there, you would allow it..." she replied.

    "The only ones qualified to cross my wires, as you put it, are Commander Stephanie McMahon, and Ensign Matt Hardy," he replied. "Neither will change my programming to suit your skanky needs..." he replied, then blinked. Smart ass remarks without his emotion chip? Something was definitely wrong with his systems.

    "Chris..." Stephanie whispered from the ground, "The pain is back..."

    Lt. Commander Jericho dutifully went to his superior officer and took another pain killing hypospray out of the Holodeck medkit. He pressed it against her neck and listened to the hiss. The medication was slowly working its way through her bloodstream, but how long before its effectiveness would wear off.

    Kimberly watched the Y2J Unit, a frown lining her lovely face. Even when his stupid chip was off, he still managed to be concerned about that useless McMahon wench.

    No matter. She would have the Y2J Unit all to herself in due time...

JEFFERIES TUBES

    Chyna crawled slowly over where she thought Holodeck 3 was. She peered through the grate, and gasped. Stephanie was lying on the ground, noticeably injured... and Kim was gloating as Jericho tended to his superior officer.

    Chyna didn't have a weapon, but she didn't need one. A sneak attack worked just fine! She'd surprise Kim... and take HER phaser.

    Now... if only Kimberly would come a little closer to the grate....

SHANE McMAHON'S QUARTERS

    Shane stared at the wall. Pops was in the brig and Shane... well... Shane had lost his cushy Commander position as he had been replaced by the so-called chosen one... Jarrett! Shane frowned. After all the Titanprize had done for Jarrett in the past, he goes and does this!

    Well no matter. A plan was forming in Shane's evil little mind. He would find a way to get his ship back. Whether he would free his father was another matter. Captain Shane McMahon DID have a nice ring to it. Perhaps daddy-dearest could stay in the brig for a little while.

    Shane smiled. Yes... the plan would work... and the Titanprize would be back in WrestleFleet's hands -- Captained by a worthy successor!

ENGINEERING

    Ensign Lita frowned as she watched the Nytrons sitting on their asses relaxing as her, the Hardys, and the various other crewmembers went about running the ship. It seemed all the Nytrons were good at were pointing phasers.

    The situation was made worse now that the Chief Engineer and the Co-Chief were being held hostage elsewhere on the ship. Many of the Ensigns in Engineering were making silly mistakes, the occupation and lack of superior officers jangling their nerves.

    "Here, Crash... let me show you how to reconfigure the subroutines. That's not the right way..." Lita said as she went up to the little Houdinian. "You take this, and do this..." she showed him exactly what to do.

    "Hey... watcha' doin' red?" a Nytron, calling himself  The Cat, spoke as he stood up, "Don't you make me call my momma on you!"

    "I'm helping my fellow crewman, Nytron!" Lita replied, eyes burning with barely contained anger.

    "You need a whuppin' girl? I can give ya a whuppin'!" The Cat replied.

    Lita took a defensive position, "Try it, Rodman wanna-be!" she snapped.

    The Cat furrowed his brow and ran a hand through his close-cropped curly yellow hair, "Say what?"

    Lita relaxed a little. He was too dumb to do anything anyway, "Never mind. Unless YOU want to run this ship, stop breathing down my neck!" she snapped.

    The Cat frowned, and took a seat again, holding his phaser ready just in case.

JEFFERIES TUBE

    Just an inch closer... come on, Kimmy... come on.... GOTCHA!

HOLODECK 3

    A high-pitched scream echoed throughout the holodeck as a darkly clothed woman pounced from the ceiling, and knocked Kimberly unconscious before the Nytron girl could see what hit her. "Gotcha, wench!" the woman snapped.

    "Chyna!" Jericho said, relief flooding him. Relief? He shook his head. Those energy surges were becoming quite a problem.

    Chyna kicked Kimberly's unmoving body and looked towards Chris, "Get Stephanie to Sickbay! The ship is under Nytron occupation and I really can't do anything more to Kim unless I want to get my head blasted off!"

    Lt. Commander Jericho understood, and gently picked Stephanie up, trying not to aggravate her injuries further. He quickly opened the holodeck doors and rushed to Sickbay.

    Chyna immediately pocketed Kimberly's phaser and snuck up back through the Jefferies tubes. It wouldn't do to let the Nytrons know SHE was the one who knocked Kimberly unconscious. It wouldn't do at all.

THE SMACKDOWN

    Kimberly rubbed the bump on her head as she sat at the bar, "Hey... what happened to YOU, girl?" Chae asked as she came to sit beside her.

    "Stupid grate in the Holodeck came loose and landed on me..." she muttered. At least, that's what she THOUGHT had happened. It's not like anyone could have jumped down from the ceiling and knocked her out, right?

    "Shame. I heard you had the android all to yourself too..." Chae replied.

    Kimberly smirked, "Well... that McMahon wench was there... but she was a little under the weather and couldn't really have done much but enjoyed the show..." she laughed a cold laugh, then paused and pouted, "If there HAD been a show..."

    Chae smiled slyly, "We run this ship now. If you want to play with the Y2J Unit, it can be done!" she winked, "Everyone here is at our disposal. We are free to use them as we wish.

     Kimberly smiled coldly, "The Y2J Unit will become my new toy... whether he likes it or not!"

    The two ladies laughed, turning heads of Nytron and WrestleFleet alike.

    Lt. Commander Jericho sat at the other side of the room by the pool table... and wondered what the two Nytron skanks found so damn funny.