Cool Hand Pretty awoke and her lungs filled with the clear liquid. Her hat floating above her, she kicked at the glass cylinder she was encased in, but her stirrups just scratched at the pod. Just when she was about to pass out, a figure in a blue jumpsuit, and with solid gold arms entered the room and clicked an array of buttons causing the liquid to drain from what was about to be her tomb. The figure took off his helmet and became immediately familiar to Pretty. It was Strumming With Eagles but without his trademark warpaint.
"What the heck happen'd to ya'll arms" Pretty exclaimed admiring his Versace limbs.
"White man come from sky and Strum loses many battles with Iron birds" Strumming With Eagles said solemnly "...But right now, you will need these" he said throwing Pretty a gunny sack.
She opened it to find a carton of Marlboro Lightyears and a six gun with mother-of-pearl handle.
"I think we're ready" Pretty said looking up "Let's get'er'dun!"
They exited the lab and were faced with walkway suspended over a enourmous room full of pods similar to the ones Pretty was previously stored in.
"What are they doing?" she gasped
"They have abducted all of the West's greatest gunslingers" Strum said.
"Then that means-"
"Yes, CrunchyStetson is here somewhere and we have to find her!"
They hurried along the walkway and into a room and were faced with two guards, which they dispatched easily using the gunny sack as a garrotte and a quick shot from the six gun.
"This is just like old times" Strum said taking some keycards from the corpses and inserting them into his arms.
Pretty blushed touching her Squaw tattoos, and remembering how it used to be.
They hadn't made it much further when a large screen in a recreation area sprung into life and they were greeted with a message.
"Dr Cy-Co welcomes you to Abimelech-25. Be fabulous!"
Strum explained to pretty how Dr Cy-Co was queen of the horde and we was visiting this system to teach the people.
Pretty shot once at the screen causing it to crash through the floor and leaving a huge hole.
"Seems none to prudent to not use this here gravi-tee while we gots the chance, hun" she said pushing her hat up with the barrel of her gun.
They obliged her word and took the leap.
Landing in a darkened lab, they naturally made their to the one illuminated pod. Brushing away the condensation, they both were awestruck. There inside, in a state of stasis, was legendary a bandit of the West: CrunchyStetson. Her hair had changed, from the dark style she had on the 'Wanted' posters of yesteryear, to a lovely blonde. She had ridden the rails shortly after holding up a 7-11 and had found sobriety in a preacher also riding in the car. She was now a man (lady?) of the cloth.
"I see you have found this absolute darling of your doomed race, lovelies!" came a voice from behind them
There behind them was a cloaked figure. It was undoubtedly Dr Cy-Co.
"How did you ever catch all of the gunslingers?!" asked Pretty, puzzled.
"WELL!" said Cy-Co snapping his fingers "It seems we have a common love..."
"WHAT?!" shouted Pretty held back only by Strumming With Eagles amazing Versace gold arms.
"Dolly Parton" replied Dr Cy-Co.
"What is all this fuss" came a groggy voice from the back of the room.
It was CrunchyStetson, she had been awoken from Stasis by Strum.
"Who are you?" she directed towards him.
"Oh, I used to be about when you were here the first time, but-"
"Don't care" she replied.
The fight that ensued was legendary and far too awesome. It's difficult to go into much detail because words fail me how awesome it was, but needless to say the three musketeers teamed up and battled Dr Cy-Co the length of the system in all sorts of space vehicles and with loads of high-tech weaponry the likes the Earth world will probably never see. Dr Cy-Co ended up being thrown into one of his own pods and stored there for years to come.