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                                        Episode #4

                                 No Need For a Movie!


 

 

 

When we had last left our heroes, they had set off on an expedition towards an old, abandoned space station in hopes that it
might have the parts needed to repair their drive system in order to return to their own universe. 

Now, as the Chisako nears her destination Kyoto stands on the bridge, sipping a cup of hot, herbal tea. Standing at the view
ports, oohing and ahhing at the cascades of stars hurtling past the station are Mihoshi and Sasami. As always, Ryo-Ohki is
perched on top of Sasami's head. Katsuhito is also standing by the view port, with his ever calm expression on his face.
Nobuyuki is standing by the food processor, getting himself some hot coffee. 

Suddenly, a light on the console starts blinking off and on, and Kyoto moves over to it, checking his displays as he goes. "Um...
I think something's different here."

"Whatcha mean?" says Mihoshi.

"Well... the other Nobuyuki told us that it was an abandoned space station."

"Yeah, so?"

"So-o... it seems that it's not so abandoned anymore. I'm putting a long range sensor view on screen." He touches a key and
hanging in the air is an image of the space station, not abandoned, but surrounded by all sorts of space ships and is lit up like
downtown Manhattan Island at night. 

"Wow!" says Sasami. "For an abandoned station, it sure has got a lot of traffic!" 

"That's my point, Sasami," says Kyoto, patiently. "I don't think it is abandoned." Kyoto sighs. "Of course, this will not be as
easy as we hoped... Chisako, slow to ten times light speed and cut all thrust when you are about ten million kilometers out.
We'll travel the rest of the way in a smaller craft."

Sasami looks up at Ryo-Ohki. "You'll get us there, won't you Ryo-Ohki?" 

Ryo-Ohki turns her nose up until Sasami offers her a carrot. "Meow! Meow!" 

Tenchi turns to Azaka and Kamidake, who are standing and staring out the viewport. "You guys want to come along?" 

Azaka shakes his head. "No thank you, Lord Tenchi, but could you bring us back something?" Tenchi nods. "Sure. What do
you guys want?" 

Azaka takes on a thoughtful pose. "It's called a.... Kamidake, what was it called again?" 

"A pepperoni pizza," answers Kamidake. Azaka nods enthusiastically. "Yes. That's exactly what we want." Tenchi nods. "You
got it." He turns around to look at everyone. "What are we waiting for?" 

As they draw in closer to the space station, they see that it is not a mere way station in space, no....

"Wow! Look at the pretty signs!" says Mihoshi. 

Everyone follows her gaze to a giant neo-neon sign that says, "Quad Systems Super Multiplex: Now playing: Revenge of the
Asteroids Part 4: The Comets Turn; Moldiver the Movie!; The Bridges of Madison County; Nymphomaniac Warrior
Princesses from Jurai...." Ayeka's jaw drops open at the sight of this one. Her drops even lower when she sees that it is the
Un-rated version. And the last movie is Home Alone 12. 

"Hey, Ayeka! Wanna go see number four?" quips Kyoto.

"No, thank you!" she hisses. 

However, there are more than merely signs for movie theaters. Kiyone, clinging to Tenchi's arm, points out one of these. "Look,
Tenchi! A plush hotel!" She looks up at him with a dazzling smile. "Do you think we could...."

Tenchi smiles right back. "Well... Maybe, if we have enough time and money left over... " 

"Look Kiyone! It's Moldiver The Movie! I'm going to go see it. Come on Sasami!" 

Sasami and Mihoshi start for the door and are barely stopped by Tenchi. "Uh, girls, we're not even docked yet!"

Kyoto smiles. "Well, girls, I think we can let you two go to see it, if you promise us to meet us back at a specific place and
time." Ryo-Ohki shudders a little as hard dock is achieved. "But the rest of us are going to have to get on station somehow,
and, um, even if we buy tickets I don't think they'll just let us wander around... However, if we could maybe, disguise ourselves
as employees..." He turns to Kiyone, "Kiyone, you wouldn't happen to have a picture of yourself in your fast food uniform,
would you?"

"I think so." She pulls open her purse, rummages in it for a little bit, and finally comes out with her employee of the year picture.
After staring at the picture for a few moments, suddenly the picture is no longer in Kyoto's hands. Instead, it's Kiyone holding
the picture and Kiyone finds herself staring at herself. 

"Wouldn't you say it's a perfect match?" says Kyoto, in every way a perfect replica of Kiyone. 

"Hey, stop that!" says Tenchi. 

Then adopting Mihoshi's voice, Kyoto says, "But Kiyone! I'm your twin sister!" Mihoshi suddenly stands up. "Hey!
Impersonating an officer of the Galaxy Police is a serious--" 

"I've heard that one too many times to count, thank you!" Kyoto finally returns to his normal form. "Okay, I think I can replicate
a uniform, since I'm sure you didn't bring yours."

"What about the rest of us?" asks Tenchi. 

Kyoto smiles, slightly. "Of course, Tenchi, you're not going to let her out of your sight, are you? I think I can replicate a uniform
for you and maybe one other. Who volunteers?" Kyoto glares at Ryoko. "Ryoko dear? I'd love to see what you'd look like in a
fast food uniform." 

"Dream on!" she snaps. 

"As a princess of Jurai, I would never dress in such a foul uniform!" she snaps.

"You're right," agrees Kyoto. "I'd much rather have you in what the Juraian nymphomaniac warrior princesses are wearing in
theater four!" 

Ayeka's face goes incredibly red and she begins to lunge at him, but is held back by Kiyone and Tenchi. "Ayeka, stop it!"
snaps Tenchi. "I guess this only leaves one person... Its got to be Washu! She's the only one who could possibly identify the
parts we need!" 

Kyoto nods. "Good thinking, Tenchi! Washu, stand by to join the ranks of the fast food industry. Ayeka and Ryoko, I would
suggest that you two try to infiltrate under the cover of movie-goers."

"But what will we see?" asks Ryoko. 

Kyoto shrugs. "Well, speaking for myself, I plan to view the one in theater number four." He taps a flurry of commands into his
keypad, and Tenchi, Kiyone, and Washu watch their clothing be replaced by outfits similar to the one Kiyone is wearing in her
picture.

"You would!" snaps Ayeka, yet again. 

"Honestly, why would you want to see one of those scrawny little Juraian girls all dolled down?" asks Ryoko. 

"Because you won't show me anything, Ryoko dear!" retorts Kyoto. "Seriously though, I don't think I'm going to see the movie.
I'm going to infiltrate on my own with the restaurant crew. Mihoshi, would you please stand up?"

A bit confused, Mihoshi stands up. "But why? The lines are getting longer!" 

"This won't take but a minute, dear.... Now, turn around for me." She does. "Mmm, very nice. Thank you, Mihoshi." A split
second later there are two Mihoshis.

"Hey, how did you do that?!" Both of them say. "Hey, stop that! Impersonating an officer of the Galaxy Police is a serious
offense!" 

Kyoto smiles. "See, this will work out just fine!" He does a little turn, is enveloped by a brief beam of energy, and soon appears
in an outfit similar to the ones that Kiyone and Washu are wearing. 

Tenchi is still settling his tunic into place, and her smiles appreciatively as Kiyone smoothes down her short skirt. "You look
cute in that." 

\Kiyone snaps her head up and blushes furiously at the same instant. "Wh-wh-why th-thank y-you, Tenchi..." 

At this Tenchi snaps a break-neck 180 and blushes as he faces the opposite direction.

They are both facing away from each other and flushing in various shades of red when Sasami catches sight of this. "Ooooh...
Tenchi and Kiyone sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage, next comes-- " 

She cannot finish her little melody, for Ayeka clamps a firm hand over her mouth. "That'll be quite enough, Sasami."

Kyoto surveys the goings-on with a bored expression, then nods. "Okay, we're about ready to leave... Oh, yeah.. Katsuhito,
Nobuyuki, you don't have to do anything, but if you really want to I think that a good place for you guys to infiltrate would be
as janitors. 

They leave Ryo-Ohki's airlock, which slides open with a "Mi-ya!" and enter a totally different world. 

"Wow... This totally looks like a chaotic version of Galaxy Police Headquarters," breaths Kiyone. Washu and Tenchi nod. 

There are ten levels on the inside of this space station, all of them are split or interconnected so that it gives the impression of
there being many more, connected by escalators and hyperlifts. All around are restaurants and shops, neon signs for arcades or
whatever you want.

"Wow!" says Tenchi. "This isn't just a movie theater, this is like a whole little world!"

"Damn! I wish I had the property rights to this!" whispers Kyoto in his Mihoshi voice. "Hey, Tenchi, Kiyone, look! There's a
little twenty four hour a day marriage chapel!" 

Tenchi and Kiyone exchange a brief glance, but nothing is said.

Washu, ever on duty says, "Come on! Let's go!"

"But wait! I have to go back and get Ryoko! This gives me a great idea!" insists Mihoshi/Kyoto, now under the pseudonym of
Kyo-shi. 

"Shut up, Kyo-shi!" snaps Washu. "We can worry about your sad little love life later, besides, wouldn't it look a little strange
with two girls walking in there?" 

"Well, actually, that depends on the establishment, but I suppose you're right." 

"Well, where do we start looking?" asks Tenchi. 

"That, I couldn't tell you. The layout looks nothing like the Chisako. It was either built differently, or it was remodeled later on.
Whoever bought and remodeled this place rearranged the structure seriously. But, I suggest that the first place we start is the
bar."

"The bar? Why the bar?" asks Kiyone. 

"Maybe we'll find some off duty engineers or power-quarter workers who can tell us where it is. You know, give them a few
drinks, offer them a few special services, you get my drift?"

"You know, it sounds very strange hearing Mihoshi's voice suggesting the things that it is right now," snaps Kiyone. 

"Well, anything to get back to our universe. And I think I see the right bar to try..." Before anyone can stop him, he heads off
for a brightly lit bar with in neon pink hanging over the door, the words "The Pink Pineapple."

"The Pink Pineapple?" says Kiyone her voice filled with dread. 

"He can't be that stupid!" says Washu. 

"You wanna bet?" Tenchi starts in after him, but Kiyone holds him back.

"Don't, Tenchi, that's a lesbian bar!" 

Tenchi looks back at them, shock etched into his face. "It's a what?!" 

"Lesbian bar, Tenchi. You know, a place where two girls go to--" 

Kiyone slaps a hand over Washu's mouth. "I think Tenchi knows what a lesbian bar is, Washu. I think he just can't believe that
he's standing right in front of the door to one." She smiles apologetically at Tenchi. "Tenchi, Washu and I better go in there and
get him-- no, her-- I mean-- IT!" 

Tenchi nods his head weakly in approval. "Well, you two be careful in there. I don't want anything happening to you." 

Kiyone blushes slightly, then leans up and kisses him on the lips. "Don't worry, Tenchi, you're not going to lose me." She kisses
him again, and whispers in his ear, "I like Earth boys, not girls." She grabs Washu's hand and drags the protesting scientist into
the bar.

When the two girls enter the bar, they immediately become the center of attention. The bar is packed full of beautiful young
ladies, none of them dressed very modestly. A more pronounced member of this society-- namely a tall, black-haired woman
clad in a vinyl bodysuit and wearing the black lipstick and nail polish common to her preferred mode of dress-- approaches the
new arrivals. "Velcome, dahlings! My name is Tifa. This is my bahhr, feel free to express yourselves in whatever manner you
enjoy most."

Expressions of sheer horror are etched into both Kiyone and Washu's faces. They begin to slowly inch away from "Tifa," when
they bump into a young, long-haired brunette dressed in a school-girl's outfit--that is, short plaid skirt, tight-fitting white blouse,
and a blue blazer--and her hair pulled up in a pair of pigtails. Judging from her appearance, she can't be older than 17. 

The schoolgirl looks up at Kiyone with anticipation on her face, and Kiyone notices that her blouse is half unbuttoned and she is
getting way too good a view of the girl's cleavage. "Wait your turn! I haven't given any milk to the others yet!" She finishes
unbuttoning her blouse and offers an unencumbered breast to the two girls in front of her. 

Both Kiyone and Washu leap back at least ten meters from this! 

The two of them end up tripping over a trysting couple on the floor and go crashing into a red-lit room in the back of the bar.
They are somewhat relieved that the room is a video game room, and that none of the games are as explicit as they had feared.
Their eyes immediately fall on the dozen or so girls clustered around the Dragon Knight game at the very back of the room. 

As already surmised, Kyo-shi is the one playing the video game--s/he is on his/her way to breaking the all-time record!--and
s/he is quite happy to have the nubile video game fans clustering around him. All of them are rather excited and are rubbing
themselves up against him/her. A pair of tanned, amethyst-haired stewardesses even have their hands trying to push up his/her
skirt. Somehow, however, s/he manages to maintain concentration (barely).
"Now....girls....I....really....appreciate....this....but--ahh!" The second stewardess has finally started probing up his/her skirt, into
her panties, and his/her character is almost killed by a twelve-headed dragon. "Girls...I...." 

S/he feels a hand on his/her shoulder, but ignores it. That is, until s/he hears a familiar voice say, "It's time to go, Kyo-shi." 

S/he reluctantly turns around, a quizzical expression on his/her face, and screams when she sees Kiyone and Washu glaring at
him/her. She looks down, pushing her fingertips together in a steepling fashion. "But, Ki-yo-ne! I like it here! All the girls are so
nice and friendly..." 

And so they are. Two of them, with tanned skin, amethyst-colored hair and in the tight-fitting, navy-blue microskirts and halter
tops of starline stewardesses, are clinging to Kyo-shi almost protectively. Their hands have not moved from under Kyo-shi�s
skirt, or from inside his/her panties. 

Kiyone and Washu gently pry the stewardesses off their companion and drag him/her out of the bar. "You can go back and
visit your little friends later," comments Kiyone dryly. 

Tenchi has been standing outside the door patiently, ignoring the dirty looks from passers-by and customers. He is visibly
relieved to see his three comrades--particularly Kiyone--emerge. Kiyone smiles brightly at him and rushes up to him, locking
her arms around his neck and letting him swing her around. This happens just as a leather-clad regular walks up to the door,
and she wrinkles her nose distastefully at the two. "Honestly, honey, you gave up girls for that?!" Shaking her head, she goes
through the door. 

Tenchi looks somewhat miffed, but Kiyone laughs and kisses him. "Don't worry, Tenchi, I have no complaints."

Washu, smirking at the young lovers, turns back to Kyo-shi, who is shivering and sweating. "You okay, Kyo-shi, or do you
need a cold shower?"

"I wi-wi-wish y-y-you guys had-dn't co-co-come in," s/he manages to stammer. "I w-was ju-ju-ju-just ab-about t-to--" 

His/her exact words are forever lost for the two stewardesses come out of the bar and light up when they see him/her.
"Kyo-shi!" They immediately rush up to him/her and throw their arms around him/her. The taller of the two whispers in his/her
ear, "We were just about to head to that place we were telling you about earlier. Wanna join us?"

Kyo-shi nods excitedly. "Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" S/he turns back to his/her companions.
"I'll-see-you-guys-around-bye!" S/he immediately rushes off with his/her two new friends. 

Washu groans. "I don�t believe this. We're stuck here, and he-- I mean she-- whatever is going off on a little
wham-bam-thank-ya'-ma'am! spree!"

Tenchi sighs. "Well, I suppose we better go after... it." The three of them start to follow Kyo-shi, but are suddenly jerked up by
the collar. They find themselves being swung around to face a hulking, scowling man. He is wearing a slightly more ornate
version of the uniform the three of them are in. "What the hell are you three doing here!!! Lunch break ended an hour
ago!!"

Tenchi tries to stammer a reply. "Listen, Chief, w-we can explain! Y-y-ya see, t-th-the-those three girls s-s-s-swiped my, um,
Wendy here's, uh, errr,...." 

"Purse!" cries out Kiyone triumphantly. "Those three girls stole Wendy's purse. Isn't that right, Wendy?" Both she and Tenchi
look at Washu meaningfully, and the diminutive scientist nods quickly. 

All of this effort is lost on the manager, who is as dense as a gas giant. "I don't give a damn who stole what or who raped
who!! Get back to work or I'll send you three back to that rehab program!!" He glares particularly at Kiyone. "You
remember what they do to ex-cons that fail the work program? They put them in the hole! Not just normal solitary,
but the real hole!! That pit in the very center of the complex that they use for dumping garbage, the one filled with
a thousand different types of insects!" 

Kiyone has gone distinctively green at this and in a very weak voice she begs, "P-please, put me down... I'm going to be sick." 

Grunting, the manager drops the three of them, giving Kiyone a chance to dash over to a nearby garbage can and empty her
breakfast into it. After a few moments, the manager rumbles in a slightly less frightening tone, "Ready to go back to work?"
The three of them nod quickly and dash off in the direction that he indicates with an outstretched finger. 

 

* * *

 

Time passes. By now, Moldiver the Movie! has ended, and Sasami and Mihoshi are exiting the theater, ready to get something
more to eat. Mihoshi has already spent over three hundred Jurai on theater food-- as we all know, the snacks at a theater are
as expensive as they come-- and neither she nor Sasami was satisfied by the quantity or the quality. 

"How much money do we have left?" asks Sasami.

Mihoshi checks her pocket book. "Oh, no! I've over spent Kiyone and I's budget for this month again!" 

Sasami has a thoughtful expression on her face. "Aren't you two moving back in with us anyway? Does it really matter how
much of the budget you've spent?"

Mihoshi just stands there, blinking. "Huh? What are you talking about, Sasami? I don't understand?"

"Hey, would you two quit yappin' and hurry along! We've only got a short time before we're supposed to meet up with Kyoto!"
Both girls look down at the fat, dark gray Ohki wearing a tattered, wide-brimmed black hat and an eye patch. His other eye is
almost the same color as Ayeka's, and is looking at both girls with a glare of both annoyance and a tiny bit of lust. "Come on
girls, move your cute little rear ends and let's get moving!" 

Between the two of them, Mihoshi and Sasami both agree on the fact that Chi-Ohki is totally disgusting. The fact that he is an
old friend and partner of Kyoto's does little to soften their feelings towards him. Neither does the fact that her tries to look up
their skirts at every opportunity. In fact, he's looking up Mihoshi's now.

"Very nice and soft! I always did like what pink ruffles did for you, Mihoshi." 

Sasami picks up the Ohki by its ears, eliciting a "mi-ya!" of pain. She glares at it. "You're not a nice Ohki! I ought to spank
you!" 

Chi-Ohki looks up, his single eye sparkling with anticipation. "Would you please, Sasami?" 

Before she can answer, he leaps over to Mihoshi, landing between her breasts. He starts to paw at her half-unzipped
"bomber-style" leather jacket. "Come on, baby, give Daddy some sugar...." He manages to get his front paws inside�.

....and is flying through the air a moment later, helped aloft by a healthy throw, courtesy of Mihoshi. He slams into one of the
giant fish tanks in the center of the platform at about half the speed of sound (did I mention that Mihoshi has a mean throwing
arm? She was the star pitcher for the Galaxy Police Academy baseball team three years running! Almost had a career in the
majors--but she wanted to be a cop so....) and cracks a hole in it the size of a toy station wagon (yes, he's that heavy). 

Fortunately for him, the tank is holding harmless goldfish, and he manages to drag himself out of the water, coughing and
hacking up water. He stumbles off in the direction of a public bath.

Sasami looks up at Mihoshi, impressed. "Good throw, Mihoshi! Are you alright?"

The blonde detective is inspecting herself. "I think so....ah! Here we are!" She extracts from her inside pocket a large wad of
bills. "Here! I forgot about the money Kyoto had given us before we left Chisako! Now we can eat!"

"Yay!" cheers Sasami. The two of them head off towards the nearest snack bar.

 

* * * * * *

 

In theater number three (that's right, The Bridges of Madison County) Ayeka and Ryoko are sobbing into each other's arms.
On the screen, Clint Eastwood and Meryl Streep are slow-dancing on the restaurant's dance floor. Ayeka is too busy crying to
speak. Ryoko is sniffling as she reaches into the peanuts-- and she yanks her hand out quickly as she finds it soaked with
moisture.

"Ayeka, you soaked the peanuts!" she tries to yell, but it ends up coming out a forced sob. She and Ayeka clutch each other as
the flood gates fly wide open. 

Mihoshi and Sasami finish off their extra large beef bowls and bottles of juice. Sasami is giddily full and rushes over to look at
the pets in the pet store. "Come on over here, Mihoshi! Look at all the cute little kitties and bunnies! Don't they look so much
like Ryo-Ohki?" 

Mihoshi doesn't seem to hear her. She is still hungry and wanders over to a nearby bar and grill and sits down at the counter.
Flagging down one of the counter girls, she orders a large bowl of miso soup and side of beef and noodles. At the last minute,
she tacks on a large pot of steaming hot ocha (Japanese green tea). 

Sipping her ocha, she looks around the room, and almost spits out her ocha as she sees Chi-Ohki at the far end of the
counter. 

However, it is not just his being there that disturbs her. 

It is the fact that Chi-Ohki is clad in a dark-navy vest, with the loop of a gold chain hanging out of one pocket, a brand new
black derby clamped on top of his head and a pair of royal blue-tinted spectacles perched on the end of his nose. He has a
steaming cup of liquid clenched in his front paws. He is calling over waitresses, then as they take his orders he gingerly lifts up
the ruffles of their short skirts and peeks underneath. If he likes what he sees, he tends to put a large piece of currency under
their panty's elastic and a card with his name and number on it. 

Mihoshi watches this with wide eyes. "Oh, my, Chi-Ohki! Where did you get all that money?!" 

"I.. um... cashed in some stock I had in the Japanese market. Pulled down some big bucks." 

Mihoshi nods in understanding. "Oh, I see. Now, where did you get the money again?"

At this Chi-Ohki groans and tips off his stool. 

Mihoshi's meal quickly arrives and she gulps it down. Feeling satisfied now, she looks around expecting to find Sasami next to
her-- but she's not. "Sasami?" She places some bills on the counter and walks out the door, ignoring Chi-Ohki's gaze up her
skirt from the floor. "Sasami, where are you! Did you fall asleep?!" Sasami, having already noticed that Mihoshi was missing,
had gone walking off in the opposite direction, looking in the food shops on the other side of the deck.

The noon-eight p.m. at Happy Burger is anything but happy. However, they are making the best of their situation. Kiyone is
behind the counter, taking orders. Tenchi is behind the grill, flying burgers and frying noodles. Washu is washing dishes. 

Kiyone and Tenchi are flirting back and forth, giving both sappy compliments and not-so-veiled propositions. Fortunately for
them, it's a slow spell, so there's not much to do. Tenchi--whose years of sharing cooking duties with his father are paying
off--calls out to his lady love, "Hey, Kiyone, you want anything for lunch?"

Kiyone turns to look at him with a hungry expression, one that has little to do with a need for food. She looks him up and down
and smiles. "You look pretty good."

Tenchi blushes slightly. "Thanks, but I don't feel like throwing myself onto the grill."

She giggles. "Silly." A moment later, she has stepped back into the kitchen and is kissing Tenchi hungrily, pushing him back
against the large industrial fridge. "Mmm....you taste good just the way you are...."

Tenchi wraps his arms around Kiyone's waist and pulls her close against him. They shift positions, and now she is the one being
pressed against the wall, her long legs wrapped around Tenchi's waist as he starts to kiss down her cheeks, down her neck,
onto her collarbone....

"Hey, lovebirds, we got customers!" They look up to see a slender redhead glaring at them. They reluctantly disentangle
themselves from each other and straighten their uniforms. 

Kiyone's manner abruptly shifts to businesslike. "How many, Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki glares at the counter girl and de facto shift chief. She's not sure which makes her more angry, the fact that it's not her
that's running the crew, or that this Kiyone is already involved with the cute new grill chef. She pushes the thought aside. "About
three." 

She shifts her glare to Tenchi. "You might wanna pull out the steak sandwiches, Romeo. These guys look hungry. Oh yeah, and
you might wanna zip up, too." She heads back out to the dining room. 

Tenchi looks down at his fly and quickly back up, relieved that it is not unzipped. "Well, back to the salt mines...." He and
Kiyone kiss briefly, and then head back to their posts.

In the back, at the dishwasher, Washu finds herself swamped by dishes. She looks up as Tenchi comes back bearing another
trayful. "No! Take them back! I'm a genius, I don't wash dishes!"

Tenchi is wearing an irritated expression. "Washu, wash!"

"Ooh, Tenchi!" chirps Kiyone teasingly from the front counter. "You're so decisive!"

Washu grimaces. "I don't want to even think what you two will be like after you...." She cuts off the rest of the sentence. "Well,
alright...." She looks up to see Tenchi turning to leave. "Tenchi, could you hand me that screwdriver?" 

Mystified, Tenchi passes the tool back to her. As he returns to his grill, he hears loud clanking, a small explosion, and the hiss
of escaping atmosphere coming from the dish room. Finally, he hears Washu cry out triumphantly, "All done!"

Tenchi rushes back, afraid to see just what in hell she's done to the machine. He is surprised and relieved to see the 'washer still
intact. "Um, Washu, what did you do....?"

"Simple," chortles the pink-haired scientist. "I tripled the active speed, lowered the cycle duration, and increased the sterilization
intensity by a factor of five!"

"That sounds good....I guess...." Tenchi is slowly backing away from the machine, as if afraid that it will blow up in his face.
Suddenly he hears screaming from the counter, and he rushes out to check on Kiyone. He is afraid that his adored girlfriend is
having to fend off a pack of lustful young punks. However, he's not quite surprised to see that she has instead subdued a
would-be thief and has him out cold behind the counter. She is bouncing his pistol up and down in her hand, and she smiles as
Tenchi comes rushing out, his light sword out. "Took you long enough, Tenchi."

Tenchi slumps against the wall and sighs in relief. "Oh, thank God!" He rushes up to her and embraces her tenderly. "You're not
hurt, are you?" 

Blushing slightly, Kiyone whispers in his ear, "No... thanks to you." She then pecks him on the cheek.

Tenchi blushes slightly, and looks down at the guy on the floor and whistles. "Very slick, my avenging angel of space. I take it
that he was the one screaming?" 

Kiyone smiles and kicks the unconscious thug on the floor. "You'd be surprised how high a guy can scream when you hit him in
the crotch with a mop." She shivers slightly and presses herself closer up against Tenchi. "But I'm feeling a little scared now,
Tenchi. Can I go back into the kitchen with you for a while?" 

All Tenchi can do is smile. After a second's hesitation, he scoops her up in his arms and carries her back behind the swinging
doors leading to the kitchen. 

A few minu


----From the desk of Joe (Chi-Ohki) McKenzie
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