Tenchi goes west ( The Movie )...
"Tenchi Muyo!" and characters were created by Hiroki Hayashi and Masaki Kajishima, and is the property of AIC/Nippon Television, Geneon Entertainment and FUNimation Entertainment.
This is an expanded/revised and less 'realistic' version of Tenchi Muyo in the West... In this one anything goes ( within reason ) like a western movie ( where the gunman fires his pistol more than 6 times without reloading )... Set in the early 1880s, any one alive from 1870- 1890 may show up... Hey, this is fiction!... This one is NOT rated - PG...
And now to those thundering days of yester-year... With a cloud of dust and a mighty " RYOKO!! ", let us be off...
Chapter...01...
( A small southwestern town )
The Sheriff didn't have to check to see what all the noise outside was, by the time on the office wall clock, it had to be the mid-day Over-land stage... No gun fire meant a routine run, no hold-ups, no indian attacks...
Sigh... Better go out and check out any newcomers...
It was always a good idea to see who got off... Best to face trouble head on...
This tended to be a quiet town, but like Tombstone and Dodge City, that didn't mean it couldn't get rough at times... Quite suddenly...
A town ordinance said that any one carrying a gun would eather have to check it in, get back on the stage or leave town... There was a large sign informing who ever could read about this, but not all that many people COULD read and most didn't care any way... So it was the Sheriff's job to point this little rule out to them, usually while they looked down the barrel of the Sheriff's double-barrel shotgun...
The local ranch hands came into town to relax and blow-off steam after weeks out working the range... Their wages in their pockets, they were looking for whiskey, women and song... Not necessarily in that order...
Those that decided they didn't have to obey the rule or just didn't care, had helped fill-up the small nob south of town, called 'Boothill'... There were quite a few wooden planks sticking out of the ground, most with a name and date carved on it... Some just had a date...
Kiyone Makibi had inherited the Sheriff 's job when her father was bushwhacked while tracking cattle thieves, a year back... No one else had wanted the job, at least no one honest that is...
Moving from town-to-town as her father worked their way west, she'd been brought up as a 'tomboy'... Kiyone had worn jeans all her life, trying to be the son her father had wanted, trying to make him proud...
Adjusting the badge on her shirt, she let her vest cover it... Best not to make a target of yourself... She pulled out her father's stub-nosed colt, a shorter barreled version of the classic 45 'peace-maker' and checked the shells in the chambers... All were good, the last thing you wanted to hear when you had to shoot was " CLICK "... Re-holstering it, she reached over and picked up the sawed-off Remington double-barrel shotgun her father had used while he rode 'shotgun' for the stage-line... It was quicker to use and tended to settle any arguments that might arise... More that one route cowboy had changed their tune from " Not on your life " to " Yes, Ma'am ", upon finding themselves looking into it's HUGE barrels...
A fresh shell in each chamber...
Her deputy Mihoshi Kuramitsu usually watched her back... But Mihoshi had spent the last couple days checking out word of rustling and had just gotten back a few hour earlier... Kiyone looked at the door to the cells, Mihoshi had made it to the bed in the first one and curled up under a blanket...
Kiyone had been worried, a troop of Buffalo Soldiers had come through just after Mihoshi'd left, on the trail of Geronimo...
But Mihoshi's luck held and she'd made it back safely... She deserved her rest...
Like Kiyone, Mihoshi had grown up wearing jeans and being Kiyone's best friend had taken the deputy's job to help her...
Over the objections of her grandfather ( and only relative ) Mayor Kuramitsu...
Taking a deep breath, Kiyone exited the Sheriff's office and crossed the street to the local hotel, where the stage was...
Stepping up onto the boardwalk, she noted that the passengers hadn't gotten out yet... Perhaps there weren't any this trip...
But...
"Jurai-town... Half hour lay over, you folks may want to stretch your legs... "
A large multi-colored carpetbag landed on the boardwalk next to Kiyone...
Kiyone looked up and raised an eyebrow at Martha 'Calamity Jane' Cannary , the best stage driver ever, male or female ( or so she claimed )...
Calamity looked down and took note of Kiyone looking up at her, just a hint of a smile crossed her lips and was gone... Calamity wore old clothes, had a dirty face, and bunched up hair under her hat... Kiyone thought she looked at least into her late 50s, not the early 30s she claimed...
Kiyones eyes returned to the stage door as a fancy dressed gent got off the stage...
A gambler?
Turning around he reached up and helped a well-dressed lady out... She took his arm and they entered the hotel...
Passing through...
Kiyone watched as a couple of nuns exited the stage, also entering the Hotel...
Kiyone stood there a while watching, but no one else exited the stage... And the carpetbag still sat there on the boardwalk... She could almost hear it laughing at her...
She looked both ways down the boardwalk, but there was no one there...
Curiosity finally got the better of her and she stepped over to the stage... Kiyone opened the door, the shotgun ready...
Peeking in, she found...
Nothing?
The stage was empty... Nothing on eather side and the other door was closed...
Confused, Kiyone turned to ask 'Calamity' about the bag, but found...
It's GONE !!
to be continued...