Star Trek Half: TNG Movie Edition! – By Ocramed
Disclaimer: "Ranma ½" and "Star Trek" belong to their respective owners.
Note: This is a crossover/fusion story. C&C are welcomed.
Special Note: This story strictly deals with the characters of both "Ranma ½" and from the Star Trek Franchise.
Part 2: "First Contact!"
With the "Second Borg Invasion" well underway, everyone expected that the newly-christened NCC-1701-E "Enterprise" would spear-head the effort in repelling the Borg's latest attempt to assimilate planet Earth. However, that would not be the case…
"We're not going," Captain Ranma Saotome said, as he spoke to his command crew, all of whom were holdovers from the "previous regime".
"Sir?" Commander William Riker asked.
"Considering the fact that I am more familiar with the Romulans than with the Borg, Starfleet Command felt that the Enterprise should patrol the Neutral Zone, just in case those guys decide to take advantage of the situation," Ranma said. "Personally, I think that's a bunch of nonsense, but, whatever…"
Pause.
"However, considering what happened at Wolf 359, the last time the Borg invaded Earth, I want this ship battle ready," said Ranma. "Until then, we hold station."
Pause.
"And on another note, I want Dr. Crusher to begin instituting a regular physical regimen for the crew, including the command staff," Ranma said. "Yes, I know that my Jusenkyo curse keeps me young, but I regularly train in martial arts to stay in shape. Any objections?"
"Sir, I might need help in that regard, considering the fact that I am an android," Data said.
"Commander LaForge, make it so," Ranma said, wondering how an android can gain weight.
"Aye, sir," LaForge said.
"If there isn't anything else, you are all dismissed…"
Ranma was the last to leave the conference room, when Counselor Deanna Troi decides to stay behind to speak to her…captain.
"Sir, would you like to talk?" Troi asked.
"You read my mind or something?" Ranma asked.
"Sir, I can only communicate telepathically to other Betazoids, due to my half-human heritage," Troi said. "But I know that you are wondering whether or not you can depend on the rest of the crew to follow your directives."
"Actually, I wondered what Akane would say in this situation," Ranma said.
"Your…late wife?"
"Humph," Ranma said. "You know, had I not been stuck in the Nexus for decades, she would have lived out the rest of her life with me…and I still would not have aged because of my curse…"
Pause.
"And now, I'm all alone in the Universe, with everyone that I know…gone, save for those with Jusenkyo curses," Ranma said with a sigh. "But, to your question, I do wonder what you guys think about my command style. Personally, I'm surprised that you all would want to stay around."
"I cannot speak for everyone, but I chose to remain part of this crew out of respect to Captain Picard's wishes," Troi said. "He would have wanted us to make sure that you, the legendary Ranma Saotome, have enough time to adjust to this new century."
"Well, I thank you all for your patience," Ranma said. "But you all being my nurse-maid is not the same as putting one's trust in one's commander during battle-"
"Riker to Captain Saotome," said Riker over the PA system.
"Go ahead…'Number One'," Ranma said.
"The main fleet has just engaged the Borg."
Ranma turned towards Troi, who nods her head in reply.
"We're on our way," Ranma said, as he and Troi get up from their seats. "Put the ship on 'Yellow Alert'."
"Aye, sir."
"Well," Ranma said. "Here we go…"
After monitoring the battle between the Federation and the Borg within the Typhon Sector, it became apparent that the Borg was winning the fight. So, Ranma did what he was known best…
"Saotome to the Enterprise crew," Ranma said. "I'm about to disregard a direct order…as if you guys suspected I would do anyway. Any objections?"
Data looked around the Bridge, and then towards Ranma.
"I think I can safely say, 'To hell with our orders'," Data said.
"I like your style," Ranma said with a grin. He then sits down in the center seat.
"Lt. Hawke, set a course for Earth, maximum warp."
"Course and speed laid in, sir," Hawke said.
"Punch it."
With that, the Enterprise-E warps into the battle…
The Federation task force, charged with stopping the single Borg cube, was having a difficult time in holding the defense line. But just when all seemed lost, the Enterprise-E shows up.
"Tactical," Ranma asked.
"Half the fleet has been destroyed, including the flagship, sir," said the tactical officer. "The rest are taking heavy damage."
"Sir, the Defiant is losing life-support," Riker said.
"Data, adjust the shield frequency and beam those survivors aboard," Ranma said. "Wait, that's it…"
Ranma gets up and runs over to the Engineering Station.
"Commander, can you use the transporters to beam energy while in mid transport?" Ranma asked.
"It is possible, but we don't do that due to the instability factor," La Forge said. "I'll have to draw a lot of power to pull off such a thing."
"Then prepare to do so with the Quantum Torpedoes."
"The compensation factor alone-"
"Can you do it?"
"Maybe…two or three torpedoes can be held in suspension for the safety's kick in."
"Good, you have your assignment," Ranma said. He then turned towards Data.
"Data, can you pick out the Borg's shield frequency?"
"It is possible, but they, like we, can adapt."
"You think you are faster than the Borg's ability to adapt?"
"I think so, sir," Data said.
"Good. As soon as you spot an opening, after I give the order to launch our torpedoes, send the frequency number to LaForge's station."
"I see what you are doing," Riker said with a smile.
"I hope I know what I am doing," Ranma said, as he sits down back into his seat. "Tactical, prepare to fire Quantum Torpedoes, and patch me to the fleet."
"Aye, sir," tactical said.
Just then, the Klingon Worf and Chief Engineer Miles O'Brien, with Dr. Crusher on hand, arrive onto the Bridge.
"Sir," Worf said. Even though he never served under Ranma's command, he did respect his legendary status as a deadly adversary to the Klingons of old…
"Commander," Ranma said. "It's good to see you again."
"The Defiant?"
"I'm sure it will fine," Ranma said.
"Hailing frequencies are open," said the tactical officer.
"Enterprise-E to fleet, I am programming coordinates for where you need to lay the hurt, with a two-second delay," Ranma began, as he punches in the correct codes directly to every functional Starfleet vessel in the vicinity. "I know that some of you don't know me very well, but know this: the Borg's latest attempt to assimilate the Federation will end HERE."
"Ready on my end," LaForge said.
"Tactical, fire," Ranma said.
The Enterprise-E discharges a volley of Quantum Torpedoes at the Borg cube…
"Borg shield frequency has been found!" Data yelled.
"LaForge!" Ranma yelled.
"Transporting!" LaForge said.
The half the volley of torpedoes seemed to disappear, while the other half slams into the Borg cube harmlessly. Suddenly, an eruption from within the Borg ship emerges, tearing the vessel I half. As if on cue, the remaining Federation vessels begin discharging their own weapons systems.
"Kapla!" Worf said.
"Congratulations," Riker said. "You did it."
"No, WE did it," Ranma said. "I couldn't have formulated a plan without you guy's help-"
"Sir, sensors indicate that a Borg sphere has emerged from the epicenter of the explosion," Data said.
"Lt. Hawke-!"
"On it," Hawke said, as he maneuvered the Enterprise-E to give chase. However, what no one knew at the time was that the Borg had a back-up plan to assimilate the Earth, one that would result in both the Borg and the Enterprise-E traveling back in time…
"The Borg sphere has been destroyed," tactical said.
"Status?" Ranma asked.
"Shields are down and sensor range is limited, due to the effects of the Borg's 'time tunnel'," LaForge said. "Otherwise, we're fine."
"Sir, I'm not picking up on the usual traffic," tactical said.
"Obviously," Ranma said, pondering the fact that, according to Data, they were in the past, circa-post World War III. "But why here?"
"I believe I know," Riker said, as he brought up a virtual display of the area where the Borg sphere was lobbing energy blasts. "This is Montana, North America, the place where Dr. Zephram Cochrane is to launch Earth's first vessel equipped with a 'warp drive'."
"Okay, so?" Ranma asked.
"So, during this time, Earth achieves 'first contact' with an alien species," Riker said. "Officially, speaking, of course."
"Ohhhhh," Ranma said. "That would make sense as to why the Borg would be here, I guess…"
"I am surprised that you would not know this already, sir," Troi said.
"Well, to be honest, history isn't exactly my strong suit," Ranma replied with a shrug. "If my initial training didn't involve 'security' or 'aerospace flight', I didn't bother to take my academics seriously."
"But you became the commander of the first Enterprise, and had a distinctive career," Worf said.
"I did, because I had the best crew in the fleet to give me the advice I needed to make the right decisions," Ranma said. "Hopefully, you all can…nursemaid me into repeating my previous success."
"We will endeavor, sir," Data said.
"Right," Ranma said, as he gets up. "Tactical, give me an assessment on the situation below. Data, assemble an 'Away Team' with the appropriate skill set. Considering that the Borg were targeting Montana, I can only guess as to the damage they had caused…"
Pause.
"Oh, and Number One, I want you to assist Tactical into sweeping the Enterprise-E of possible Borg penetration."
"Sir?" Riker asked.
"Think about it. The Borg had put in a lot of resources for their latest venture, and we just came out of their time tunnel with both sensors and shields down. I bet you two-to-one that we were just boarded. Even now, we are being assimilated. Hence, we maintain 'Yellow Alert' status."
"I'm on it," Riker said, as he begins the manned sweeps of the Enterprise-E…
A short time later, Ranma beams down to the Montana Rocket Facility with the Away Team, dressed appropriately for the times.
"Alright, Dr. Crusher, Mister Data, you're with me," Ranma said. "The rest of you, fan out in pairs, and check for survivors…"
"I'm surprised that you have allowed Data to come along, considering, well…"
"Doc, in spite of Data being an albino man, I am confident that he is capable to perform well during this assignment," Ranma said.
"Thank you, sir," Data said.
"Besides, I'm sending him into the missile silo first, just in case of radiation leaks."
"Um, okay," Dr. Crusher said, as gives Ranma a bewildered look.
"I'm kidding, of course," Ranma said with a smile.
"Um, okay…"
RATATATATATATATATAT!
"I hate being shot at," Ranma said, as he looked down at the bottom of the missile silo, where a black woman was shooting at him and his companions.
"Allow me, sir," Data said, as he dropped several stories below to deal with the woman…
"So, how's it been?" Ranma asked.
"I've been better," Dr. Crusher said. "My son Wesley, whom you haven't met yet, is considering returning to Starfleet Academy to complete his academics."
"Wait, isn't he the guy who learned to manipulate Time and Space from an alien traveler, thanks to being able to visualize mathematics and physics in the literal sense?"
"He's the one."
"Oh, okay. Well, let him know that if he wants a job, I will gladly consider it."
"I will tell him," Dr. Crusher said.
"Captain!" Data said, as he yells up the silo. "I believe that we are of need of medical assistance."
"Understood," Ranma said. He then turned towards Dr, Crusher.
"Um, I apologize for this."
"For…what-?"
Ranma takes Dr. Crusher into his arms, and then leaps down to the bottom of the missile silo, with Dr. Crusher screaming all the way down.
"Ahhhhhhhh-!"
KLAK!
"Relax," Ranma said, as he gently set his CMO down onto her feet.
"H-how?"
"Martial arts training."
"There is NO way that being able to do what you just did is the result of martial arts training-"
"Dr. Crusher, I believe we do need to see to our patient?" Ranma said, as he nods towards the black woman was being held up by Data.
"We're not done with this conversation."
"I'm sure we aren't…"
As Ranma suspected, the Borg did began to assimilate the Enterprise. Thankfully, Riker was given the heads up to limit the process as much as possible. However, Ranma, being Ranma, decided to confront the matter head on, even as the first warp-driven ship was about to launch.
"You know, this is SO not cool," Ranma said, as he was bound to a gurney in Engineering. He had given Riker the command to flood Engineering with a flesh-eating warp core coolant, if negotiations breakdown.
"Not that I'm totally against S&M cosplay…"
"I do not know what you mean, Ranma Saotome," said the Borg Queen, as she circles the starship captain. "We mean to improve your species, by adapting your distinctiveness to our own."
"Naw, no thanks," Ranma said. "I like having hair, and good skin. Do know how long it took me to get both things done right?"
"In mere minutes, it will not matter," the Borg Queen said, as she nods her drones to assimilate Ranma.
"It does to ME," Ranma said, as he easily slipped out of his shackles, and ducks at prong from a Borg.
"Get him!" the Borg Queen said.
Moving with a grace of a dancer, Ranma slides over to a workstation filled with tools. He then takes out a bunch of tools, and tosses them into the air…
"One thing I found interesting is that the Borg shields are not attuned to solid objects," Ranma said, as he throws some screwdrivers at a Borg drone. He then slides over, grabs the tools, and then used them to disassemble his first attacker.
CLATTER.
"We found that most advanced species utilizes energy-based weapons," the Borg Queen replied, as she looked on in fascination at how this human was handling himself.
"Ah," Ranma replied, as he kicks another Borg drone into another while ducking a swing from yet another Drone. He then performed a leg sweep that knocks the drone onto his back allowing Ranma to disassemble that drone.
"As one of my trainers once said, never rely upon a single trick," Ranma said, as he grabs tool after tool to take apart of deactivate his attackers, until there was nothing more than a pile of Borg drones in the middle of Engineer.
"As you were saying?" Ranma said with a cocky expression.
The Borg Queen quickly moves up to stick nano-injectors into Ranma's neck.
"I will enjoy assimilating you, Ranma Saotome," the Borg Queen said.
"Not, if I assimilate YOU first."
"That is highly improbable."
"Oh? Perhaps the problem with the Borg is that they desire something that other species have in abundance: intimacy."
"Preposterous."
"Is it? Why is it that the Borg, with a wealth of knowledge at its disposal, can perform its own R&D, need to assimilate, as you say, lesser species?"
"To perfect ourselves."
"Another artificial construct said the same thing, as it assimilated species, all in an effort to perfect itself," Ranma said, recalling the V'Ger incident. "And do know what happened? It perfected itself by becoming intimate with its creator, thus bridging the gap between the biological and the artificial…"
Pause.
"I can show you what happened, since I was there when it occurred," Ranma said with a wink and a smile.
"But, part of me is artificial," the Borg Queen, who managed to blush.
"Feh. You're talking to the man who managed to party with a race of androids with human female characteristics."
"That…intrigues me. I mean, we are intrigued. Show us this…assimilation technique."
"Oh, I'll show you, alright," Ranma said, as he picks up the Borg Queen into his arms, in spite of the weight of the machine part. "Let me just get some power tools while we're at it…"
Thanks to our stalwart starship captain's efforts, the Borg Queen was "satisfied" with the terms of the negotiations, resulting in her surrender. As part of the terms, all those who had been assimilated on the Enterprise-E would be de-assimilated, and the Borg Queen would turn herself over to Federation authorities back in the 24th century. On another note, Zephrem Cochrane, who would go on to remember Ranma, having lived long enough to meet Ranma when Ranma was commander of the first starship Enterprise, thanks to an energy creature's efforts to make Cochrane immortal. Funny thing is that Ranma, being Ranma, would not remember this detail when Cochrane would later claim that he did meet Ranma later on…
"You know, I say that our first adventure was successful," Ranma said, as the Borg Queen casually sits on Ranma's lap, cooing contently.
"I'll say," Riker said.
"Sir, this is highly inappropriate," Troi said.
"Hey, ask HER," Ranma protested. "You think I can tell HER what to do?"
Troi merely rolled her eyes, even as the Enterprise-E returns to the future…
Fin.