SEASON SEVEN

EPISODE 8: FAMILY MATTERS

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 072820.00. Kimberly is still moping about breaking her favourite toy, and the Y2J Unit had the gall to ask me if we could contact Irvine Inc. and order a new emotion chip!" Russo looked at his favourite hostage, "Can you believe that, Eric?" Russo asked, then shrugged, "As long as his work is up to par, why should I care if he FEELS anything? I’ve given up reprogramming him. I don’t need to anymore… now that I have Vince by the short-hairs," He turned back to his log, "Speaking of which - Dr. Piro's little experiment on Stephanie was successful. She is back on her feet, and blissfully unaware of how close to death she is!" Russo paused.

    Russo frowned, "On to the bad news. Vampy informed me that Dr. Taker has been spending a lot of time in his office lately. Vamp is under the impression Taker may be looking for something that would be less then helpful to our occupation here. I have asked Vamp to keep a close eye on his WrestleFleet counterpart. End log!"

THE SMACKDOWN

    Major Gunns leaned in close to Corporal Cajun and General Rection as she eyed Chyna warily, "I don't like the way that Amazon looks at us," she started, "I have a feeling she may be a security risk! Do you think she knows about Russo's plans?"

    "I don't know... how could she?" The General asked, then furrowed his brow, "Perhaps Loco would know. Do you think we should bring him into this conversation?"

    "NO!" Major Gunns replied, "He would be useless to us!"

    "Oui. He seems somewhat protective of  Eddie and his girl..." Corporal Cajun replied.

    "What do you suppose we do then?" the General asked, "We need to find a way to get rid of them BOTH!"

    "Hey guys!" A cheery voice called out. They turned to see Lt. Loco making his way towards them. He grabbed an empty chair and sat down, "What are you all talking about?" he asked.

    "Nothing!" the General, Gunns, and Cajun said quickly.

   Loco looked at them, and furrowed his brow. They smiled at him, and he relaxed and smiled back. For a moment, he thought his friends had been plotting something... but that was just silly!

    Lt. Loco motioned to Chyna. She came up to him, "Yes?"

    "Could I have a Smackdown special?" he asked.

    "Sure, Chavo--"

    "It's LT. LOCO!" Loco interrupted.

    Chyna frowned, "I'll get you your drink, CHAVO..." she said, and headed back to the bar.

    "Hmpf! Such disrespect," Major Gunns said, "Someone oughta teach her a lesson!"

    "Do what you want to her... but just don't touch Eddie, ok?" Loco replied, then headed to the bar to ask about his drink, which Chyna seemed to be taking her dear sweet time getting.

    The other three looked at each other, and nodded. They knew they couldn't just get rid of Chyna. They would HAVE to drag Eddie into it.

    They were pretty sure Russo wouldn't mind.

SICKBAY

    Commander Stephanie winced as Dr. Taker tended to her. She had been hit at close range with a muscle disruptor and now the muscles in her back had knotted painfully. Stephanie was lying flat on her stomach, glaring at Lt. Rock, "Thanks a lot, Crocky!" she snapped angrily.

    "Be glad the Rock didn't kill your 2 credit slut candy ass!" Rock replied.

    "What were you thinking trying to steal a sharpshooter from one of the Nytrons when you don't even know how to use one?!" Stephanie asked.

    "The Rock was trying to find a way to get his damn ship back!" he replied.

    "Worked like a charm, Crocky..." Stephanie sighed, then winced again, "Nice aim, dumbass..."

    "Be lucky the Rock didn't take his sharpshooter, turn it sideways, and stick it up your candy ass, Skankanie!"

    Stephanie glared daggers at him, "DON'T call me that!" she hissed angrily, "EVER!"

    "So it's wrong when The Rock calls you that, but just peachy when that jabroni Jericho does?"

    Stephanie looked away quickly, "Jericho doesn't call me that anymore," she replied, voice quiet.

    The Rock frowned. Commander Stephanie had been moodier then usual ever since that candy ass robot's emotion chip got fried.

    "Taker, get that jaborni Triple H to take his wife to her bunk. The Rock has to get back on the bridge."

    Dr. Taker nodded, and Lt. Rock left Sickbay. Rock was lucky Russo needed him on the bridge for communications to fool WrestleFleet... or else the Lt. would have been thrown in the brig, doped up on hyposprays with Captain McMahon for trying to steal a sharpshooter from one of Russo's hitmen.

    Dr. Taker tapped his comm badge, "Sickbay to Bridge. Is Ensign Helmsley available to collect his wife yet?"

    "Ensign Helmsley's bridge shift ended 20 minutes ago, Taker-dude!" Ensign Edge replied, "He is, like, TOTALLY not here!"

    Dr. Taker frowned. He had paged Ensign Helmsley 15 minutes ago about his wife. The man claimed he was too busy on the bridge, "Computer," he began, "Locate Ensign Helmsley!"

    "Ensign Helmsley is in Cargo Bay 2," the computer replied.

    "Is he alone?" Taker asked.

    "Ensign Helmsley is with Trish Stratus,"

    "WHAT?!" Stephanie shrieked, then fumed,  "That bastard! No WONDER he hasn't been paying attention to me lately. He was getting his jollies from that stupid WENCH!"

    Dr. Taker turned to his assistant, currently shining up some hyposprays, "Angle, help the Commander back to shuttle bay 4," he ordered as Stephanie quickly wiped away her tears.

    "Yes sir!" Ensign Angle replied, and assisted Stephanie off the diagnostics table. She winced with every movement.

    "You ok, Kurt?" Stephanie asked, nodding towards the sling his arm was in. He had had that sling on for a while now. If she didn't know better, she would think he just wanted an excuse NOT to return to the Nytron-run bridge.

    "I'm fine, Stephanie. Thank you for asking!" Angle replied, "But I'm more concerned about YOU..." he said.

    Stephanie smiled. Kurt seemed to care about her more then her own husband --- or that stupid unemotional Y2J Unit as of late, "I'll be sore for a bit, but I'll be ok!"

    "Good, good," Angle said, and put an arm around Stephanie to support her as they walked out of Sickbay.

    Taker sighed as he watched them go. Stephanie was indeed a sad creature -- the one she married ignored her, and the one she truly wanted was lacking emotions.

    The dark doctor wouldn't be surprised to find Stephanie turn to the brown-nosing Ensign Angle. After all, he seemed to be the only one left!

THE SMACKDOWN

    Major Gunns went up to Chyna. Lt. Loco had gone to the holodeck for a bit. She sat at the bar and watched the waitress as she piled the trays up.

    "Can I help you?" Chyna asked.

    "I have a message from Lt. Loco..." Major Gunns said.

    Chyna turned her full attention to the blonde Major, interested now, "What's the message?" she asked.

    Major Gunns smiled, "Loco wants to meet you and Eddie in Cargo Bay 6 at 20:00h. He wants to talk!"

    "Why didn't Chavo tell me this himself?" Chyna asked.

    Gunns looked innocent, "Well, he was thinking of changing his mind, so as his friends, we decided to make the decision FOR him. It's family, right?" Gunns replied.

    Chyna didn't trust her... but... what if she WAS telling the truth? Chyna couldn't risk NOT bringing Eddie to the meeting place. Family meant everything to him!

    After a moment of silence, Chyna spoke, "Fine. We'll meet him there then..."

    Gunns nodded, "I'll tell him." With that, she rejoined her friends at their table.

    "Well?" The General asked as she sat down.

    "It's a go!" Gunns replied, "Now, we just have to convince Loco to meet them there!"

    Why?" Cajun asked.

    Gunns rolled her eyes. Wasn't it obvious? "Because, if they see Loco there, they'll lower their guard! She was already suspicious! We need her and Eddie at ease!" she smiled coldly, "THEN we can attack!"

CORRIDORS

    "What the hell is this?" Triple H snapped angrily as he came upon Stephanie and Angle. The olympic Ensign had his good arm around her waist, and her own arm was around his broad shoulders.

    "Hunter!" Stephanie gasped, then frowned, "What were you doing in the cargo bay with Trash?"

    "Trash? You mean TRISH? She asked me to show her a few moves in case the Nytrons in the Smackdown tried anything on her!"

    "Yeah, I'm sure you were showing her a few moves!" Stephanie snapped.

    Angle looked at Triple H, "Dr. Taker paged you..."

    "The Communicators don't work that well in the cargo bays! You know that!" Triple H replied.

    "You're lovely wife was in need of medical attention!" Angle explained.

    "She doesn't need any attention from YOU, Angle!" Triple H snapped, "I'll take it from here!"

    Angle nodded, "Be careful. Her back---"

    "I know how to take care of my wife!" Triple H shouted.

    "Of course..." Angle replied, backing off. He smiled and let go of Stephanie, then headed back to Sickbay.

    "Come on!" Ensign Helmsley snapped as he put an arm around his wife and dragged her down the corridor.

    "Ow! Hunter!" Stephanie cried, "Be careful!"

    Triple H said nothing and continued. Stephanie looked behind her, but Ensign Angle was long gone.

SICKBAY

    Ensign Angle returned to Sickbay to see Dr. V.M. Piro rummaging around in Dr. Taker's office. "Excuse me, sir!" Angle snapped, "What are you doing to Dr. Taker's personal computer and files?!"

    Piro spun around to look at the interruption, "None of your damn business!" he replied.

    "I am Dr. Taker's assistant. It IS my business, sir..." Angle answered.  "I don't think he would appreciate you going through his things..." he shivered, "And just think of what he'd do to ME!" Angle took a deep breath, "I demand you leave Dr. Taker's office immediately! Or I may have to whip your...." he paused, "Your... big butt!"

    Dr. Piro looked at him, and smirked, revealing teeth sharper then they should have been, "Nothing of interest in here anyway..." he said, and walked out... or more like GLIDED out.

    Angle watched him go, and finally let out a shaky breath. Why did both doctors send shivers down his spine?

SHUTTLE BAY 4

    Triple H dragged Stephanie to her section. "Here. Stay!" he sat her down on the lower bunk.

    "Ensign Helmsley?" a voice spoke behind him. Triple H spun around to see the Y2J Unit heading towards him.  Lt. Commander Jericho walked up to the bunk and studied Stephanie, "You seem to be in pain, Commander...." he started, "Do you need assistance?"

    "Stay the hell away from her, bot!" Helmsley snapped.

    Jericho turned around to face him, "That would be impossible, Trip---" he stopped, "Triple H...." he corrected himself, "We share a bunk..."

    "Be sure that's ALL you share with her!" Helmsley replied, then unprovoked, swung back and punched the Y2J Unit, knocking him to the ground, "Keep your damn synthetic lips to yourself!"

    "HUNTER!" Stephanie gasped.

    Lt. Commander Jericho jumped back to his feet gracefully, "I assure you, Ensign," he replied, "I have no intentions of doing otherwise!"

    Stephanie looked at the Y2J Unit. He was glaring at Hunter, jaw clenched. Was he ANGRY?? Impossible!

    Triple H turned his back on the android, and walked out of the shuttle bay quickly.

CORRIDORS

    "Loco!" Major Gunns called out as she saw her friend walking down the hall.

    "Gunns! You should try this cool holodeck program I just finished!" Lt. Loco started happily. "You pretend you're on this ship captained by some bald English guy named Jean-Luc and you have to blow up these pointy-eared aliens and their birds of prey!" he furrowed his brow, "The situation seemed kind of familiar to me for some reason though..."

    "Who were you playing with?" Gunns asked.

    "Ensign Crash!" Loco replied.

    Gunns frowned, "One of the WrestleFleet officers?!" she snapped angrily.

    Lt. Loco was taken aback, "Hey! He's cool! Just because we took over their ship doesn't mean we have to HATE them you know!"

    Major Gunns rolled her eyes, "I think you're missing the whole point of taking over a ship!" she muttered, "We have their ship, we punish those who defy us, we threaten them with bodily harm if they don't obey our commands, and we work them like dogs! We DO NOT become buddies with them and play Holodeck games!"

    "Oh..." Lt. Loco said, somewhat disappointed with this revelation.

    "Anyway..." Gunns said, "Chyna mentioned to me that she wanted you to meet her and Eddie in Cargo Bay 6 at 20:00h."

    "Really?" Loco asked, "I wonder why?"

    "Well, go there and you'll found out!" she replied.

    "Will you guys come with me?"

    Gunns smiled, "Of course we will..." she said, but something in her voice made him uneasy.

    No matter. He'd meet Eddie and Chyna, and if they tried anything, his friends would be there.

    Loco felt so grateful to have such good friends!

SHUTTLE BAY 4

    "Are you all right, Commander?" The Y2J Unit asked as he stood beside Stephanie's bunk.

    Stephanie looked up at him, "Huh?"

    "You seem to be favouring your back," he said...

    And that was it. No snide comment about Ensigns being disappointed. Stephanie found herself missing those smart-ass remarks. She frowned, "Lt. Rock doesn't know how to use a sharpshooter properly," she said, then sighed, "I need to take a shower..."

    "Need help?" Jericho asked.

    "WHAT?!" She said quickly, her heart skipping a beat. Did he actually sound SMUG? Stephanie closed her eyes and shook her head. No. Of course not. He couldn't. Not now, anyway. She looked up at him, and turned away, trying to erase the image of the Y2J Unit during an embarrassing shower confrontation they had had a short while ago, "I'll be fine," she said. The Y2J Unit held a hand out to her. She looked at it, "What?" she asked.

    "You need help standing," he replied.

    Stephanie looked up at him, and took a deep breath. She reluctantly grabbed his hand, and jumped at the odd tingle that went up her arm. She made a mental note to check his static filter. He may claim it was working at 110%, but how else could she explain the prickles of energy that went through her every time she touched this emotionless calculator?

    Jericho pulled Stephanie to her feet, but the sudden jerking of the ship sent both of them crashing to the ground. Stephanie let out a scream of pain, but her landing was soft. She quickly tapped her comm badge, "Engineering! REPORT!"

    "Russo insisted we go to Warp 1, Commander, " Ensign Lita replied.

    "It's WrestleFleet protocol to send a ship-wide warning before going into warp, Ensign!"

    "It was Nytron girl Chameleon who executed the order! She doesn't follow WrestleFleet protocol!" Lita replied.

    Stephanie let out a frustrated shout and closed the communication.

    "Commander?" Jericho spoke.

    Stephanie gasped as she finally realized why her landing had been so soft.

    "Woah, Chris, man!" Ensign Christian said as he came upon the scene, "She's, like, so TOTALLY reeks of skankiocity!"

    Stephanie quickly pushed herself off the Lt. Commander, face flushed red as she lay flat on the cold ground. Christian walked away laughing, "Stupid snotty little..." she muttered

    Lt. Commander Jericho sat up and looked at her. Was he SMIRKING? Damn him!

    Stephanie tried to get up, but screamed as pain burned through her back. She looked at Lt. Commander Jericho, and blinked, "What the... STOP IT!" she said.

    "Stop what?" he asked.

    "Stop looking at me that way!" she replied. He looked downright concerned for her! God... if he kept this up... she would start wondering if he was capable of REAL feelings!

    "Which way?" he asked, his look of concern quickly turning to confusion.

    "Oh never mind!" she snapped, "Just help me up!"

    He nodded and leaned over her, his long hair brushing her face. Stephanie was surprised it smelled so nice... then remembered he took showers -- UGH!

    "Put your arms around my neck and I'll lift you to your feet,"

    Stephanie did so, and bit down on the pain as Jericho pulled her into a standing position. Oh, Lt. Rock would pay dearly for trying to steal a weapon he had never used before!

    The Y2J Unit looked at Stephanie for a moment, her arms still around him. He briefly wondered what the strange energy surge in his empty chest cavity was, and decided to run a diagnostic later. He quickly turned away and let go of her. "Kitty..." he called out.

    The Catarian, who had been playing with her kitten, turned her ears towards him, "Yeah, what?"

    "Would you be able to assist Commander Stephanie to her shower?"

    Kitty sighed, "Fine," she said, and gently pushed her pet off her lap. She jumped down from her bunk and went to Stephanie.

    "I'll take her, Kitty..." a voice said. Jericho turned to see Triple H had returned.  Apparently what little conscious he had had been bothering him.

    Stephanie smiled, "HUNTER!"

    He went up to Stephanie, glaring at the Y2J Unit.

    "Well, if you've got her, then I'm going to take an early shift in the Smackdown so I can spend some time with Jerry later tonight," Kitty said, and bounded out.

    "Let's go, Steph," Triple H put his arms around her and walked out of the shuttle bay.

CAPTAIN'S READY ROOM

    "Well?" Russo asked Dr. Piro as the sallow-faced man stood before him, "Find anything,"

    "Not a damn thing! That stupid WrestleFleet Ensign, Kurt Angle, stopped me!" Vamp replied.

    "Damnit!" Russo muttered, then sighed, "Well, I've ordered the ship to Warp 1 to speed up my plan. You don't have a lot of time! I know Dr. Taker is looking for some plan of McMahon's. See that he doesn't get it!"

    "Yes sir!" Dr. Piro said.

    "Piro, how is our latest experiment?"

    Dr. Piro smiled coldly, "Stephanie McMahon is fine. Unaware of anything..."

    "Good. VERY good!" Russo replied, "You may leave now..."

    Piro saluted, then spun on his heel and walked out.

    Russo sighed, "Damn you, McMahon!" he muttered, "Damn you and your doctor!" he smiled coldly, "MY doctor will take care of Taker... and then, you will see the TRUE power of RUSSO! NO ONE will mess up MY master plans! No one!"  There was a whimper from the closet behind him, "Oh SHUT UP, Eric!" Russo snapped, "Or else I'll come in there and pretend your head is a pinata!"

    The whimpering quickly stopped.

SHUTTLE BAY 4

    Lt. Commander Jericho was now alone in the Shuttle bay, everyone either on shift, or in the Smackdown - a place he hadn't visited in the last week. Not since the ball.

    The Y2J Unit was startled by the small white kitten Kitty had left to go on her waitress shift. The cat looked up at him, and mewed. "What?" he asked it, but logically knew it wouldn't respond. Instead, the cat nudged its cold nose against his hand. He furrowed his brow. Was the cat showing him affection?

    The cat suddenly jumped up on his lap, and rubbed its head under the Y2J Unit's chin. He accessed his data banks on cats, and found they were especially affectionate when they sensed someone was ill or sad.

    The Y2J Unit knew he was not ill, and at this moment he was incapable of feeling sad. He was incapable of feeling ANYTHING for that matter, thanks to Kimberly.

    So then why did this kitten suddenly curl up in his lap and begin purring away?

    And why did he find himself suddenly smiling at its comforting presence?

CARGO BAY 6

   Chyna and Eddie leaned against the walls of the cargo bay, watching the doors.

   Soon, Lt. Loco walked in. Behind him were General Rection, Major Gunns, and Corporal Cajun.

   Chyna and Eddie quickly straightened up, ready for the worst.

   "Calm down," Lt. Loco said, "They're just here for moral support!"

    "What did you want to talk about, Chavo?" Eddie asked.

    Loco furrowed his brow, "ME? Gunns said YOU wanted to talk..."

    "Maybe I can explain," Gunns said, and aimed her phaser at Chyna and Eddie, "We think you two are a security risk," she said, and glared at Chyna, "ESPECIALLY her!"

    Loco turned to face Gunns, "What are you doing?" he asked, "Eddie is family! I asked you not to hurt him!"

    The General raised his own weapon, "This has nothing to do with you, Loco. It has to do with the Nytron movement! Come here!" he demanded, "We don't want you in the line of fire!"

    "NO!" Loco said, "I won't let you guys hurt Eddie!"

    "MOVE Loco!" Corporal Cajun said.

    Eddie took a step forward, and Loco could hear the sound of a phaser powering up. It took a split second for him to realize Gunns was about to fire on his family.

    Eddie saw a blur of army fatigues as the phaser discharged, and heard the scream of Chavo as the younger Guerrero shoved him out of the way.

    Chyna pulled out her own phaser - the one Kimberly had dropped way back when she had taken Jericho and Stephanie hostage in the holodeck - and shot Gunns' weapon out of her hand. The Nytron cried in pain.

    "CHAVO!" Eddie screamed. Chyna quickly spun around to see her Latino Heat leaning over Lt. Loco's unmoving form, "You ARE loco!" he said, tears falling down his cheeks, "Why did you jump in front of the phaser!"

    Loco looked up at Eddie, "Because, Eddie..." he whispered painfully, "You're family..."

    "LOCO!" Gunns shouted as she quickly ran to her friend and knelt beside him, holding her injured hand. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she cried, cheeks wet with her own tears.

    Chyna held in her tears as she trained her phaser on the General and Cajun, stopping them in their tracks. Damn them for hurting Chavo! Damn them!

    Chyna saw Gunns' phaser lying a few feet away, and quickly grabbed it. She held both on the Nytrons. Her hands shook, and the tears burned as they fell down her cheeks, "Take him," she hissed angrily, "Take him NOW! And you'd better pray your Nytron doctor can save him, or I swear I'll come after all of you!" she clenched her jaw, "One - by - one!"

    The General and Cajun ran to Lt. Loco, shoving Eddie into Chyna. Gunns tapped her comm badge, "Gunns to Sickbay! Get Dr. Piro to cargo bay 6. IMMEDIATELY!"

    Chyna pocketed her phaser and took Eddie's arm. He pulled away, "No! CHAVO!" he shouted.

    Chyna grabbed him from behind, "They'll take care of him," she said. "They're his friends! We have to get out of here before the other Nytrons show up and succeed where Gunns failed! PLEASE Eddie?" Chyna pleaded.

    Reluctantly, Eddie let Chyna lead him out of Cargo Bay 6.

SHUTTLE BAY 4

    Lt. Commander Jericho watched from the top bunk where he lay as Stephanie kissed her husband goodnight after returning from the shower. He noticed Hunter was bone-dry. He obviously hadn't joined her.

    The Y2J Unit quickly looked away and stared at the ceiling. He didn't know why, even without his emotion chip,  Helmsley and Stephanie's relationship bothered him so -- other then the fact Triple H had tried to kill her previously and, the Y2J Unit figured, was still planning to do so.

    The cat curled on Jericho's stomach mewed slightly. He pet it's head, and wondered why it was still there.

    "Aww... that's so cute!" Stephanie said as she painfully made her way to the bunk. Triple H didn't even have the courtesy to assist her. He was long gone. "I didn't know you were an animal lover, Chris!"

    "I am currently incapable of loving anything, Commander..." Jericho replied.

    Kitty came through the shuttle bay doors, and her cat quickly jumped off the Y2J Unit and made it's way to her.

    Jericho sat up and brushed white cat fur off his uniform, then gracefully jumped down from his bunk to assist Stephanie into hers, "Is your back any better?" he asked.

    "Hunter gave me a massage... well... sort of..." she said, then frowned, "He insisted on massaging my neck. Tightly! It kind of hurt..." she shrugged, "But he said it would help. Ah well."

    Lt. Commander Jericho studied her for a moment, then spoke, "Lie on your stomach..." he said.

    Commander Stephanie looked at him, "What?"

    "I'll be able to help you. As you know, a sharpshooter is a muscle disrupter. I will be able to losen the muscles in your back, thereby easing the pain,"

    Stephanie would have called him a pervert for wanting to give her a massage, but realized he would need an emotion chip to be perverted.

    Stephanie sighed and carefully lay on her stomach, pulling her shirt up slightly to reveal her back, and nothing more.

    Stephanie gasped as a strange tingle went through her the moment the Y2J Unit placed his hands against her skin. She felt the pain ease almost immediately as he worked on the injured muscles.

    This was better then HUNTER'S massage... but then again, Hunter HAD focused on her neck more. Oh well, "Hey," Stephanie started, surprised, "You're good with your hands!" she quickly bit her tongue, wanting to take back that comment... but the Y2J Unit remained blissfully quiet. Stephanie kept forgetting about his lack of emotion chip.

    "Ooooh, Chris! Can I be next?" a voice spoke. Jericho looked behind him to see Terri waiting, smiling slyly.

    "Me after her!" Kitty said as she stood beside Terri.

    "And I've got this cramp right in the small of my back..." Lita added.

    Lt. Commander Jericho looked at the three women waiting in line. Apparently the Y2J Unit had just become a walking/talking shiatsu.

SICKBAY

    Dr. Piro's bony hands worked quickly as he patched up the wound in the unconscious Lt. Loco's chest. He turned to Gunns, the General, and Cajun.

    "He's not to remember anything," The General said. "It would be a disaster!"

    Dr. Piro nodded. Erase a memory here, insert a command there... add an explosive device to a WrestleFleet Officer's heart somewhere else.  It was old hat to the Nytron doctor. He did so enjoy messing with the human body.

    He looked at Lt. Loco as the young man lay on the diagnostics table, "Don't worry, little one..." he said, smiling sadistically, "This won't hurt a bit..."