Errr... I saw an idea for a Ranma/Medabots crossover on the ranma delphine forum and I couldn't resist writing my own crossover with the series. Enjoy!
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Wild Medal
By Firehedgehog
Chapter One- Birth of Rokusho
The sun shone in a deep blue sky, it filtered through leafy green boughs of trees. Only one person that day did not enjoy its beauty, a young teenage boy of sixteen years wondered through the forest in a dazed ragged condition. His ebony hair once in a braid was now loose and tangled, he was also too thin and malnourished.
'Damn I can't keep going, I'm going to drop any moment' Ranma thought tears in his sapphire eyes, it had been a month since Saffron... and his life had fallen apart.
'For no real reason I can think of my mother made me ronin and everyone in Nerima turned away, why... why did this happen' Ranma thought feeling totally abandoned, it was so totally different on how they had all usually acted.
He was surprised that the amazons hadn't grabbed him at that moment, he was free at what had held him there... but they had turned there back on him also. Since that day he had wondered lost... nothing giving him a reason to live, he had no rivals anymore... they wouldn't give a ronin the time of day.
'Strange to think once i wished that it would all go away, now its gone and so is everything I loved so much' he thought with a wry yet sad grin, now he knew he would probably wonder till he died... and in his condition it would be soon.
Then a sudden terrible disorientation fell over him and black spots covered his vision, he fell towards the earth knowing that this had to be the end. It was as his vision began to totally fade that he saw something, it looked like Parrot... but then he knew nothing.
***
Armon felt surprise as he came upon a human teen so near to Professor Hushi's home, out here in the country so far from civilization no one should be about.
Quickly he saw the humans ragged condition, if he didn't hurry the human would die. He treasured life just like Professor Hushi, quickly he flew to the house to get Professor Hushi.
***
Hushi sighed when he realized that there was nothing he could do to save the teens life, to his surprise he knew who the boy was from TV... he was one of the greatest martial artists in the world. He had also heard the latest news, the ones that his family had turned the boy ronin and... then to his shock almost everyone in Nerima killed each other or made them very very ill killing them slowly. There had been a viral infection that had made everyone nuts, what a waste of life.
From what he could tell the boy was infected yet not a carrier, he hadn't gone nuts but it had effected him in a different way. The boy looked death warmed over, how he still lived was a mystery.
"Armon thank you for finding him, I will do the best to make his last days comfortable," Hushi said, and it would probably be best not to tell the boy why this was all happening to him.
"It was the least I could do Professor, but is there no way we could save him... anyway" Armon asked, Hushi looked at the robot parrot and saw true concern in those eyes.
"I don't know, why?" he asked, the Parrot looked confused for a moment.
"I don't really know, I feel that he has a soul so noble it burns like the sun. He seems like a warrior to me and is fated to protect us, he needs to survive in some way," Armon said, Hushi looked at his friend knowing that Armon never said such things lightly.
"There may be a way my old friend, but to do it I would need his permission," Hushi said and he looked at his laboratory table where a Medabot lay, it was of his own creation and would be one of a kind. It was a beautiful design and would be very powerful, as of yet he had not found the right medal for it.
"If he agrees Professor Hushi we can use that strange beatle medal you found, it would be perfect," Rokusho suggested and Hushi nodded, nearby Armon the robot parrot nodded also.
"Yes, that would be a good idea," he said walking back to where Ranma rested, the beatle medal he had found in a very old ruins was a mystery... he could not find any program of any medabot soul or personality.
***
Ranma gazed at the white haired man, the offer was a good one... while he wouldn't be human anymore he could help people still and no one would ever connect him to the Ranma from Nerima.
He also knew that it would have it disadvantages, he would never age to old age (was that really a disadvantage) and he worried if he would have a soul still.
"If I do this, will it hurt when I'm transferred to that medal?" he asked, even with all the pain in his life he disliked pain of any sort.
"I will make your body deep asleep when I transfer your mind and soul to the medal, when you wake up you will be in your new body," Professor Hoshi told him, Ranma smiled.
"I agree, yet do me a favour... as a medabot please give me a new name... and block my memories of the life i lived before," Ranma said, Hushi frowned.
"Are you sure, don't you want to remember your life.. the skills you learned?" Hushi asked, Ranma gave a small sad smile wondering would anyone want to remember him.
"Yes, my life is best forgotten," Ranma said, Professor Hushi sighed and left to prepare everything.
***
Ranma floated, he was in a strange place that seemed to be no place he knew of.
"Where am I?" he asked, to his surprise he felt another here.
"In the medal, and I am the memories of the medabot that once existed in it... I am here to speak to you," a voice said, a second later a medabot appeared in front of him.
"Really, what do you need of me?" he asked, the medabot seemed amused for a few seconds.
"I am here to thank you, I know its strange to here this. My soul departed this medal long ago but I will give my memories to you when you are ready, you are needed to fight an evil that is coming... you will help those who need you," the medabot said, Ranma had the feeling that this was a talk warrior to warrior.
"But how can I do this, when i wake up as a medabot I won't remember anything?" Ranma asked, the medabot once again seemed amused.
"Don't worry, I'll get around that," the medabot said and vanished, it was then that Ranma felt something come over him and block away his memories... or at least try to. Suddenly a hole appeared in it, his memories were still free for him to remember yet no longer did they cause him pain.
***
"I name you Rokusho," Professor Hushi said, the new medabot nodded as he got use to his new body.
"Yes Rokusho," the medabot said, and he was all to happy that he was no longer Ranma.
TBC
To tell the truth i have no idea of how to continue this fic..... I would love suggestions, and please before you say OOC its all because of that blasted virus. Hmm... I wonder if i can make the Rubber robos the cause of that, Rokusho/Ranma would not be happy with them.
Ja Ne