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This message IGNORE ABOVE POST! Here is the REAL Tyme Travels #8, Showdown at Sundown. Justin Tyme, lost in the Old West. was posted by ag says "Light blue" doesnt work. Aaaanyway, as I was saying... Trill to those adventerious times of yesteryear as AG presents a story of down home western life. on Saturday, March 16, 2002 at 12:11.
For the previous chapter, see Tyme Travels #7 If This Be My Round Table.
The year 2002, Parodopolis, the Bean and Donut Café.
One month after the Technopolis/ Premier saga
Five women sit, discussing life in general.
Peggy : "So why do the guys like to tease you Yo?"
Yo in female form: "Yo doesn't know cute Pegasus. They are to be driving this Yo crazy."
Waitress Sarah Sheperdson, on break: "Oh don’t let them get to you Yo. Boys will be boys. That's why we like them. Huh Ziles?"
Ziles, blushing: "Um, what do you mean?"
Jackie, the attractive woman in the bunny suit: "Oh stop teasing Sarah."
A terrific light show appears above their table. As it dissipates, a little man in a red cape falls into Yo's piece of pie.
"YEEELLP!"
SPLOTCH!
Sarah: "Er, hello?"
Jackie: "Tom?"
The little guy looks up, wipes his face and says, "Uh, hi. I'm_"
Jackie: "TOM! Tom Pymer! You’re alive! Last we saw you was on that vampire planet. We thought you died! With Tonya now gone forever, it's the best time to have you back!"
Dolly: "Uh miss, I'm sorry, but I'm not Tom. I'm a mystery man known as Dolly. I was time traveling with this guy named Justin when some crazy lady pointed this thing at us. Suddenly Justin's timer acted up and the next thing I know I'm here. Yo? You're here too?"
Yo: "I'm sorry cute little man, but Yo has never met you."
Dolly: "Ah drat. You're not the Yo we were with. Great."
The diminutive man strides towards the end of the table.
"Whoa! Wait! Where are you going?" Peggy asks.
Dolly looks up, "I can’t do anything about Justin, but I've got to find a way back to the forties. I've got a wife and kid back in '42 waiting for me."
Sarah: "Ziles, can't one of the LL help?"
Ziles: "I think Al B Harper might be able to. Come on, let's go talk to someone who can help you."
Yo: "Wait! Yo will go with!"
Jackie: "I think I should come too."
The thought being follows along after Jackie, Ziles and Dolly.
Their mission is far from over, but it will not be continued here.
For here, in this story, we must go backwards a century to ..
"1869? Great! Hope I can live through this!" Justin Tyme, average corporate pee-on and inventor of the world's first time traveling device complains.
He's checking his Chrono Displacement Device for the year while trying not to fall off the back of this cowboy's horse.
Half a day ago he was in Medieval England with two time lost friends; Yo (a genderless thought being from some other time whom was trapped in Midevil England and was relying on Justin for help back home) and Dolly (a 1940's crime fighter who traveled to the past with Justin by mistake).
Just before the timing device clicked to zero a woman stepped out of the bushes that Justin thought long gone.
Carla Samone, now calling herself the Timequestor.
She betrayed Justin and caused him to flee through the centuries before the device he invented was ready.
Now she apparently found him and wanted to bring him back to her corrupt masters.
Her device had a strange effect though, sending Justin and his friends who knows where.
He realizes at this moment that this horribly scarred cowboy is asking him a question, "What? I'm sorry, so much on my mind."
The scarred cowboy: "Ah said whut were you doin' out thar anyways pilgrim?"
"Let's just say I woke up and got lost. Uh, Mr. Burch?"
"Y'can call me Jonah."
"Uh, ok. Jonah, what's that town there?"
"It's called Last Ditch and If'n I was you, I'd be careful. A man can wind up with a belly full a slugs if'n he's not careful."
"GULP" Justin gulps.
Cue western fanfare music.
Tyme Travels #8, Showdown at Sundown. Justin Tyme, lost in the Old West.
Western music turns into the soft cowboy whistle found in western movies complete with the looping galloping rhythm.
Justin looks at the sites and sounds of a time long gone.
People are walking through the town. Ladies in large country dresses and hats, shopkeepers, tradesmen, cowboys (complete with stirrups, spurs and the traditional hat), and even an occasional Indian in buckskins leather and paint.
Justin notices the look on the people's faces. They seemed to be scared of Jonah.
The Indians are by themselves, yet even they stare at Jonah.
"This is whar we part company stranger. Thet thar is th' saloon." Justin slides off Burch's horse to the dusty ground. Jonah Burch stares at Justin with his one dead right eye, the horrible scar across the right side of his face giving Justin the creeps.
"Remember, don' trust anyone! YAHH!" He slaps his horse and the animal heads through town, people scattering to get out of the way.
Justin looks around. Old style buildings, no paved road, water trough for the horses, a blacksmith shop, a small general store with a home made sign labled 'GOODS'. Back in his own era, the 2460's, everything is run by computer chips. Things are made of synthetic metals, plastics and the like. Then there are the horses, dogs, cats and other livestock here in the town. Back home animals are far and few between.
"Guess I'll go into the saloon." He thinks.
Pushing open the swinging half doors he enters.
More stares from the people inside. Even the country piano music stops as all eyes are on him.
A cowboy motions for him to come over to the table where he's sitting.
"Hello stranger. You sure look out of place!" Sticks his hand out, "Names Daniel Irving but folks round here call me Badlash. You not from around here, are you?"
Justin sits down after shaking the man's hand, "No. I'm from_ back east. My names Justin Tyme."
"Well Mr. Tyme, I've never seen shoes or clothes like those but if'n I were you, I'd change real quick like. You don't want people to talk. Care to play a hand of poker?"
Justin waves it off and says, "No thank you. I do have a question though if you don't mind."
"Shoot." The hansom blonde Badlash responds.
"A rough cowboy by the name of Jonah Burch brought me in town." Badlash's expression changed, "When he did everyone stared. Why is that? Is he a criminal?"
Badlash thinks for a second, then says, "Criminal? No. More like a bounty hunter." Tyme's expression now changes, "He used to be a solder back east, till he got acid thrown on 'em. Now he's the toughest hombre around. If there is some criminal messing things up, and the local sheriff can't take 'em, then they hire Burch. He always get's 'em."
A rough looking guy in dirty clothes walks up to their table.
"Badlash, you cheated me n' my pals!" He spits at them.
The confidant cowboy leans back and looks him in the eyes, "Hey, if getting' you to give up that extra ace you had in your sleeve is cheatin' then sure I did. Maybe you an' your pals should try playing with all o' your cards and then maybe you'd win fair and square."
The tough guy's hand starts to twitch, "You fancy yourself the best gambler in the west but let's see just how good a shot you are!"
He grabs his gun.
KPOWW!
He drops to the floor, dead.
"Well, guess that answered his question, huh?" Badlash asks Tyme while blowing the smoke from his pistol.
Justin is amazed at how quickly the patrons in the saloon go back to their business like nothing happened.
"You.. You shot that man!" Justin accused.
"Of course I did. Kid, that's the way it is out here. Kill or be killed. The man was going to do the same to me."
"But..but all he did was cheat at a card game, then accused you of doing the cheating. And now he's dead? Doesn't life matter here?"
"Haha! Of course it does kid! That's the whole deal. Life means a lot cause it's so hard to do it. It makes it more worth while. But hey, now it's your turn. What's a Easterner like you doing out here?"
"Well, I'm just passing through to.. San Francisco. I'm looking for some friends though. A young girl or maybe she's a guy? Anyway she's dressed in black with a sword." Justin checks his pockets for something but after coming up empty he continues, "and there's this tiny man in a red cape and one final person. She's a dark haired girl with this tiny machine and_ what?"
Badlash just stares at him. "Justin, you been smoking that wacky weed the injuns got?"
Realizing how weird he must sound, Justin says what comes to mind, "Uh..ah..um_"
Throwing his head back, Badlash startles Justin, "HAHAHA! You're a funny one Tyme! Hey, it's getting on an' I gotta get to Phoenix by next week. Follow me outside and I'll point you to a good place to sleep for the night."
He does follow and soon they are outside by the horses. The sun is starting to set in the west.
Well, there's the general store. They got clothes you can blend in with. That way you don't wind up robbed by someone looking for some eastern money." Badlash gets on his horse. "Take care Justin. And be careful! HEEYAWW!"
The West's greatest gambler and a hero in his own right, Badlash rides his horse out of town.
"But, I don't have any money. Only credits from my time." Justin says out loud.
"FRIEND JUSTIN! Yo was worried!" A familiar voice calls to him, as he was about to enter the general store.
He sees a Native American woman with a tall leather clad Indian brave. The brave looks cautious at him and Justin realizes he is half Indian and half Anglo-Saxon.
"Um, Yoodle? Is that you?"
"Call Yo Yo. Yo used the name Yoodle when Yo was trapped in the time of the cute Lair Knights. When cute Justin and friends came here, Yo showed up in the not cute desert. Yo was hot. This is cute Bastion Bear but he wants to be called the Scalpchopper." Justin sticks hand out to shake but Scalpchopper just nods.
Yo as an Indian squaw continues, "He found Yo in the desert and fed Yo and took care of him/her.
Yo had cute Scalpchopper bring Yo here. Incase cute Justin arrived."
"Well, I'm glad you found me. Dolly is still missing and I haven't seen Timequestor either. I was just going to try to get some clothes to blend in more. I just need to figure on some money.."
"Yo help!" The thought being from the 21st century chirps.
Suddenly Justin has some unmarked coins in his hand, "How did you do that?"
"Yo just thought that you should have money and you do."
Scalpchopper, the half English/half Apache warrior has kept quiet until now, "I have brought you this far. I cannot watch you perform anymore tricks. I must go."
"Cute Scalpchopper! Please be not going now! Yo enjoys your friendship. Please be staying!"
"I am a half-breed, and as such I am hated by both my people and the white man. I do not feel like bringing you any trouble. Good bye Yo. May the Great Spirit guide you in your journey home to your friends."
He walks away, leaving the too to watch him go.
"Shall we?" Justin asks, nodding to the store.
"Yes." Yo responds.
The hexagonal shaped space ship belonging to the Lurker, orbiting the Earth during this and every other time, where it's owner watches Justin and Yo enter the general store.
With a blinding flash a woman in purple arrives. Her cosmic power allows her to travel through time and space, as a child would run through fresh grass.
"Master Lurker, I have done as you requested! I obtained a motel in the Baha Desert, in California. It's named the Motel California and i even added the sign that reads 'Guests could check out any time they liked, but they could never leave'. It's all set up in the year 1999." The powerful woman explains.
The Lurker turns to look at her, "Humdinger, did you offer it to Professor Franklydont? He will need to set things up for their arrival in October of that year."
Humdinger replies, "Yes I did. He really gives me the creeps Master Lurker. And his servant, ewww. Can I ask a question?"
"Of course Leeta. You can ask me anything. You know that."
"This Franklydont, he's some kind of transvestite mad scientist who happens to be a reclusive world-class historian specializing in the history of Parodopolis and it's founder Wilbur Parody, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, i can tell he's really a Hero Feeder. Why would you want to provide him and his kind a place like that to trap Jarvis and his new bride Melissa?"
"Well Leeta, it's through Jarvis' meeting with Franklydont that the hero will learn valuable information on the Parodyverse. Information that will help the Lair Legion later on. I do this through out all time and space. The heroes have no idea the things i have set up in advance."
"But, wont Jarvis and Melissa get hurt or killed?"
"Have faith Leeta Treenor. Jarvis and his group resolved those challenges already and they will do so again."
"One more thing Master Lurker."
"Yes Leeta?"
"Franklydont was very pleased by your gift of a motel and all the extra women's clothing. He said to tell you he has renamed his group of Hero Feeders 'the Lurkers Behind'. He says it not only better describes their purpose as character and event parasites, but also in honor of you."
"How sweet of him. Shame Jarvis killed them on his way to Comic Book Limbo. Then again, maybe it's not a bad thing. Well Humdinger, I must continue to observe the young Professor Tyme. Soon he will directly effect one of the JBH."
"Master Lurker, isn't that Yo? What is she/he doing in the old West? I thought she was captured during the Technopolis invasion?"
"She/he was. And after that Yo was freed and later still she/he was lost in time. This Yo is from further in the time stream. It gets confusing, but one day it will all become clear."
*It should be noted that a lot of this scene refers to Untold Tales of the Lair Legion #6-8, all from HH and all classic!
A jingle of the bell on the front door alerts the storeowner of their arrival.
"Can I help you sir?" He says, eyeing Justin and the Indian Squaw strangely.
"Yes, I'm from back east and I'm looking for some clothes to fit in better." Justin replies. Yo notices the dirty man with the large mustache sitting back in a chair, his Mexican sombrero over his eyes. A violin on his lap.
While the shop owner helps Justin look around, Yo goes to talk to the sleeping Mexican"Excuse me but that cute music thing seems familiar to Yo. What is its name?"
The shopkeeper cringes as the Mexican wakes up. He whispers to Justin, "Wish your Squaw didn't do that. That's El Pappochronic, the most dastardly criminal this side of Texas! He fell asleep here and I've been too afraid to wake him. We're gonna die!"
El Pappochronic peers at Yo from under his sombrero. He slowly responds, "My violin's name is Jose and if you touch it you die, senorita."
"Oh! Yo am to be sorry. Jose reminds Yo of a music thing called Steve."
"Uh, Yo! I've picked out some clothes. Let’s pay this man and leave for the inn. Okay?"
"Ok cute Justin!"
As they stand at the counter, Justin pulls out the coins. He places them on the counter as El Pappochronic eyes him suspiciously.
"What are these? Mister, foreign money's no good here. You have gold?"
El Pappochronic watches as the strange Squaw reaches behind her back. With out any movement, a gold nugget appears in her hands. He practally jumps out of his seat.
"Will cute S-Mart worker be taking this?"
Justin and the storeowner don't understand the reference but they do recognize the rock.
"Yes! That'll be fine! Would you kind people be buying anything else?"
"No thank you. We need to turn in. We've got a trip to make around noon tomorrow. Need to get our sleep." Justin explains, remembering the exact time the counter will time out and his only window home will appear.
"Yo wants you to say paper or plastic. Yo be liking when S-Mart people be saying that."
"Uh, paper or plastic?"
Yo smiles with glee "Thank you! And Yo says thanks for you not be enslaving cute shopping carts! Bye now!"
The shopkeeper mumbles under his breath, "Crazy injuns."
Justin and Yo head into the dark street towards the inn when El Pappochronic steps in their path. He's gently strumming his violin, "Jose tells me you're not from around here senor. You have some tricks up your sleeves. And your Squaw pulled that nugget from the air. Seem's to me she'd be handy to have around." He pulls a pistol on them.
"Please! We don't want any trouble!"
"Get out of the way senor, or I'll shoot you dead."
"Look! Can’t we talk about this?"
"Yo knows! Uncute Chronic-like person, cute Justin here is to being fastest gun in west!" Justin realizes a gun belt complete with a shiny new gun is strapped to his waste. "You have to be show downing with him tomorrow."
"Fine! I'll kill 'em then. He'd better be there or I'll kill that shopkeeper."
"You must be doing uncute shootout at high noon."
"WAIT! Yo! We have to leave at 12:02! It's too close. The Chrono Displacement Device counts down at.." he sees the look on El Pappochronic face, "Uh, we'll miss our train!"
"Don't you fret eastern boy. You'll be long dead and will miss it anyway! See you then."
El Pappochronic slips away. The two head quickly to the inn, obtain a room and head upstairs. Soon they are behind closed doors and Justin finally explains, "Yo, I'm not a gunfighter. I'm a wanna-be scientist from the year 2462. That guy is going to kill me!"
"But cute Visionary watches those westerns all the time. Sometimes Yo can’t watch cute Teletubbies because Vishy has western on. He be liking those space movies too. One time Yo was.."
"Look, Yo, I have no idea what you're talking about, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm going to die tomorrow. And if I don't show up, that innocent man will die. I can’t let that happen."
"Yo doesn't understand what cute Justin is worrying about. Yo is a thought being. Anything Yo believes or thinks can happen will happen. Yo thinks you're a great gunfighter and faster. With Yo here, you ARE a great gunfighter and faster!"
"So you're one of those Yo-beings! Of course! How could I be so stupid. When I come from all contact with your people has been cut off. Your people only exist in Pre-Resolution War myth. If you're one of the legendary Yo-People, then it's a shoo in! We'll just travel right after the shoot out. Thanks Yo. Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrows a big day."
One thing about the early western US? It's a vast, open territory with little industrial development. She/he can hear birds chirping, horses naying, and the other sounds of early morning Western life.
Yo has been up since early this morning. Having changed her/his appearance back to the natural Zorro outfit and sword, Yo looks outside the window of their second story motel room. Justin is still sleep. He's been on the go since his stint in '42.
Not wanting to disturb him, Yo slips out to explore Last Ditch and it's people. She/he loves people. They come in so many different shapes and forms.
As she/he walks down the dusty path in front of the stores, Yo can’t help but think of her/his friends.
Things were going pretty good lately. The Technopolis War was long over, other adventures had come and went. Finny had picked a new Lair Legion finally. Yo was happy with her/his class she/he was teaching at Vish's request.
Then things got weird.
First the skies turned red, then the weather got really weird. Soon the LL and the other heroes were constantly keeping busy stopping disasters.
Then came the disappearances. Lisa, CSFB, Troia, Goldeneyed, Amazing Guy, spiffy. Maybe more. Each was attacked, then vanished. Yo was very worried about them.
Then the strangest thing. People and places from other times started popping in and out. It was like time was getting mixed up bit by bit.
Finally, one day when Yo was on patrol a strange glowing hole opened up. Before anyone could help her/him, Yo found her/himself stuck in the Lair Knights time. She/he changed her/his name to Yoodle-he-hoo and joined the Lair Knights. When Justin arrived Yo remembered him from his brief stint in Yo's time.
Yo knew then that she/he would be able to finally get home.
So here she/he is. The old West, during the time of all those movies the guys watch.
Yo is so caught up in her/his thoughts that she/he almost misses the little blond girl in pigtails looking up at her/him.
"Excuse me Miss, but can you help me find my bunny? Little buttons is missing. I was playing with her when she ran into that ally over there." The little asks as she sobs.
"Of course! Yo will help you little cute girl!" Yo happily responds while entering the ally between buildings.
A strange glow is coming from the back of the ally.
"That's where my bunny hopped. She just disappeared in that hole!"
Yo approaches the glowing hole, looking for any sign of the rabbit, "Yo doesn't see any cute bunnies. Is cute girl to be sure her cute bunnies came here?"
The sweet girl's voice changes even as her little body transforms into a strange large eyed creature of a man, "Look closer!" He kicks Yo into the portal, "You trusting fool-ool-ool!"
The Spaced Fandom jumps through the portal after his captive thought being. Soon the portal is gone and with it Yo.
When Justin woke up on the floor where he went to sleep, he noticed Yo wasn't in the bed. After a while he realized Yo might be in trouble. He searched everywhere but couldn't find the thought being anywhere.
That was hours ago.
Now Justin stands outside the Inn, looking up and down the road. The time is 11:58 am.
"Where did Yo get to? I can't do this alone! Maybe El Pappochronic won’t show?"
"Maybe not senor!" El Pappochronic responds as he walks into the street. His spurs clicking "Come on hombre. It's time for you to die."
Justin shakes as he walks the short (yet so long) walk into the street.
Soon they are standing apart from each other. Each man eyeing the other.
"Can’t we settle this another way?"
"Count of three eastern boy."
Eyes twitch.
Sweat drops.
Fingers twitch.
Justin could swear he hears Desperado from the Eagles playing.
“One”
“GULP!”
“Two..”
El Pappochronic uses lightning fast reflexes and grabs for his pistol.
KAPOW!
“ARRRGGHH! MY LEG!”
The villain drops to the ground, nursing his left leg. It’s been grazed by a carefully aimed bullet.
“I... I did it?” Justin wonders as he watches the wounded villain slither away.
“But.. my weapon isn't smoking? I don't underst.. the timer! It’s ready!”
Justin looks around. Town’s people have started to approach him, wanting to thank him for putting El Pappochronic in his place. No sign of Yo anywhere.
“I hate to leave her.. him.. whatever. I haven't got a choice though.”
Justin activates his device. With a surprising flash he disappears in front of the startled towns people.
Jonah Burch does what passes for a grin as he blows the smoke from his gun on the roof.
On the other side of town a different energy signature announces the arrival of a pantsless super heroine.
PhantomGhostGirl looks at the old western town and moans to herself.
“Zeewa! That guy sent me further in the past!”
Another energy signature (this one close to Justin’s) signifies the arrival of Timequestor.
“Well hello there! You don't belong here!” Tonya Wazzo, the PhantomGhostGirl says.
“And neither do you. I recognize that costume from Justin’s holo-files. You’re GhostWoman or something.”
“PhantomGhostGirl. You mentioned holo-files? What year are you from?”
“2462. You?”
“3200. So if you’re a time traveler you could take me home!”
“I’m searching for another time traveler and I don't have time for stops, if i could do that to begin with. I can only follow him. He’s in the beginning of the 21st century now so I've got to go...”
“Wait! Take me with you! I’ve been stranded in that era and my friends are in trouble! These Science Heroes attacked us and one of them sent me here. I’ve got to get back to help them!”
Carla Samone, the villainess known as Timequestor thinks to herself, “I could use this hero against Justin. With both devices on they bounce each other through time, but if mine is off and with her distracting him, I could steal Justin’s and return home with a real time machine instead of this stupid barely working piece I’ve got!” She says out loud, “Ok, hold my hand and let’s go!”
Both women disappear from the sagebrush.
With a flash of light Justin appears in a very tech heavy city.
“Could it be? The technology is similar to my time, but different. If it’s not home, maybe it’s a time were I can fix my device proper enough to return to my time.”
One hundred Science Heroes surround him, blasters aimed.
“In order of the Red Watchman’s curfew of Technopolis, We here by place you under arrest!”
Justin looks at the 2002 date on his Chrono Displacement Device, realizes what famous year it is and where he must be and says, “Oh boy.”
Believe it or not, the next installment won’t be here, but in JBH #5 Technowar. Coming soon!
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