"Cheer up Kyle, you'll like it in Tukihama." Kyle's mom said, 14-year-old Kyle squatted next to an engine he was rebuilding for $400, it was his first salvage and rebuild job he'd gotten ever since moving to Tukihama. "Yeah, sure mom." Kyle said. He slurred these words as he tightened the last screws in place. "Hurry up Kyle! You're going to be late for school!" his dad called. Kyle checked his watch, swore softly, and then raced across the garage. Snatching his wallet, his backpack, and his skateboarding gear from a stool he raced towards the open garage door. Slinging his backpack over one shoulder he jumped on his skateboard and swerved around his dad, racing down the driveway of his family's good-sized mansion. A few minutes later he reached Tukihama middle school. Kyle was dressed in jeans, a light blue skateboarding t-shirt, and sneakers. He was about to go in the front doors when he noticed a wide circle of students on the blacktop area. Nudging his way towards the middle he saw a trio of students off to one side, a black snake-like Medabot stood before them. On the far side a big gang of nerdy looking students wearing slacks, white button-down
T-shirts, and massive glasses with spiral designs on the lenses. A Medabot resembling an abstract model of a graduating senior in robes and hat stood before the gang of students. "It's the President of the Student Council, he NEVER comes out for Medabattles." Kyle heard murmurs of these words in the crowd around him. "So, can your Medabot back up your mouth? Or is it still figuring out how to walk?" The President taunted, and the Medatrainer of the Cobra-like Medabot went ballistic, "Basilisk, tear that Mr. Teach apart!" The Medatrainer, whose name was Cole, yelled. The referee leapt into the ring and yelled, "I officially declare this a submission match! The first Medabot to stop the other from functioning wins! Medabots, Robattle!" Basilisk darted at Mr. Teach and they fought furiously, in the end Mr. Teach hit the Basilisk with a fiery shot that destroyed Basilisk and the charred remains of the weak Medabot spiraled across the arena before dissolving into a vibrant blue light. The defeated Cole, accompanied by his two cronies, raced into the building crying. The Robattle dissolved as the bell rang and everyone scrambled to make it to class. Almost everyone had on Medawatches and Medabots with them. Kyle was continually bullied and made fun of. He went with the flow, until after school. [Later, you know you can kick their butts in a straight fight.] he thought, but that stopped right after school. He was skateboarding home at a leisurely pace, since it was the weekend. He was fuming over how many people had made fun of and bullied him. He was about to turn the corner for home when the pavement beneath him erupted and threw him facedown onto the grass. Groaning, he turned over and realized his assailants were three "hardcore" Medatrainers in black leather. "Hmm, whadda we have here?" The unofficial leader sneered, then snatched Kyle's wallet from the sidewalk. "Thanks for the cash kid." He joked, and then sneered again, moments before he flew forward onto the pavement. His cronies followed suit. Framed in the sunlight was a pair of girls about Kyle's age. The first had short brown hair that just went past her ears; she had cold gray eyes and full, pink lips. She wore jeans, tennis shoes, and a black tank top. The second had long brown hair worn in long curls; she had warm brown eyes and thin, pink lips. She wore a blue tank top with a green emblem depicting "Spunky" across the front and jeans, with black tennis shoes. "Back off asswipes," the first girl said, leaning down to pull Kyle to his feet, "You okay?" Kyle nodded and the second girl stepped forward, raising her fists. "This is your first, and last chance, Rita Shoujitsu, to back off and just leave." One of the other guys said. "Yeah right." Rita shouted, and became a whirlwind of punches and kicks, and the three thugs ran away. "Thanks." Kyle said, eyeing Lisa more warily. She had the build of a street fighter. "I'm Kaylynn Shoujitsu and this is my sister, Rita." Kaylynn said, smiling warmly. "Question, where's the nearest Medashop" Kyle asked. "Why do you ask?" Rita said. "I have some asses to kick, and if I'm going to get by, I'll need a Medabot, a couple powerful ally's too." Kyle said, then realized he'd said too much. Rita and Kaylynn exchanged smiles, then Kaylynn said, "It's two blocks that way," waving to her right, "Can you come back ASAP, we want to show you something." Kyle nodded, taking off down the street. In the space of ten minutes he reached the Medashop and walked inside, the place was crammed with Medaparts and the like. The clerk looked up from the magazine he was reading, mumbled a greeting, then turned back to his magazine. Kyle saw a poster of the latest Medabot on the wall. It pictured a tall, knight-like Medabot in black armor. It wore a crimson red cape and it's eyes were emerald green. In it's right hand it held a steel sword. On it's right forearm was a single, round black barrel, labeled "Bazooka." On it's left forearm were a pair of smaller barrels labeled "Submachine gun/Shotgun". Above its head were the words; "Black Knight" and Kyle knew this was the one for him. He took a price slip and walked to the counter. "Yeah?" the clerk drawled, looking up. Kyle let the slip drop and the clerk's eyes widened. "Cash? Or Credit?" he said, stuttering. Kyle slapped down his cash and the clerk took it. He removed a large cardboard box from behind the counter, with a smaller one on top. "The big one is your Medabot, the smaller one is the complimentary Tool Kit." The clerk explained as Kyle raced out the door. He was half a block away from where he was supposed to meet Rita and Kaylynn when he noticed an old man struggling with a pair of large grocery bags. Being the gentleman he was, Kyle stopped and helped the old man with his bags. The old man deposited his bags in Kyle's arms with a grateful sigh, "My house is right there." The old man directed, pointing to a small house a little ways away. As Kyle carried the bags inside the man flipped on the lights. "Young man, I must thank you for helping me. As a token of my gratitude, I give you this medal, used for Medabots. It is the brain and soul of your Medabot, It is a beetle medal, the most powerful made. Use it well." The old man said, handing Kyle the medal. Kyle bowed and withdrew, meeting up with Lisa and Kaylynn. "You got a Medabot? Cool!" Lisa exulted, and they showed him their house, which happened to be right next to his. As they were about to show him something in the backyard when his mom called his name. "I'll talk to you guys on Monday." Kyle promised, and they nodded. Over the weekend Kyle put together his Medabot, dubbing it Blade. On Monday he walked into the schoolyard, wearing his milky white Medawatch. Everyone noticed this, including the three toughs who had tried to rob him. "You, me, Robattle, Submission." Kyle challenged, and the gray haired referee appeared, "Then it's official! I officially declare this a submission match! The first Medabot to stop the other from functioning wins! Medabots, Robattle!" The referee yelled. Kyle stabbed the transport icon on his Medawatch with his finger after inserting the medal, "Transport, Blade!" he shouted, and a blue orb of light appeared before him.
(Next time, on Medabots)
Blade kicks ass, and Kyle gains respect.
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T-shirts, and massive glasses with spiral designs on the lenses. A Medabot resembling an abstract model of a graduating senior in robes and hat stood before the gang of students. "It's the President of the Student Council, he NEVER comes out for Medabattles." Kyle heard murmurs of these words in the crowd around him. "So, can your Medabot back up your mouth? Or is it still figuring out how to walk?" The President taunted, and the Medatrainer of the Cobra-like Medabot went ballistic, "Basilisk, tear that Mr. Teach apart!" The Medatrainer, whose name was Cole, yelled. The referee leapt into the ring and yelled, "I officially declare this a submission match! The first Medabot to stop the other from functioning wins! Medabots, Robattle!" Basilisk darted at Mr. Teach and they fought furiously, in the end Mr. Teach hit the Basilisk with a fiery shot that destroyed Basilisk and the charred remains of the weak Medabot spiraled across the arena before dissolving into a vibrant blue light. The defeated Cole, accompanied by his two cronies, raced into the building crying. The Robattle dissolved as the bell rang and everyone scrambled to make it to class. Almost everyone had on Medawatches and Medabots with them. Kyle was continually bullied and made fun of. He went with the flow, until after school. [Later, you know you can kick their butts in a straight fight.] he thought, but that stopped right after school. He was skateboarding home at a leisurely pace, since it was the weekend. He was fuming over how many people had made fun of and bullied him. He was about to turn the corner for home when the pavement beneath him erupted and threw him facedown onto the grass. Groaning, he turned over and realized his assailants were three "hardcore" Medatrainers in black leather. "Hmm, whadda we have here?" The unofficial leader sneered, then snatched Kyle's wallet from the sidewalk. "Thanks for the cash kid." He joked, and then sneered again, moments before he flew forward onto the pavement. His cronies followed suit. Framed in the sunlight was a pair of girls about Kyle's age. The first had short brown hair that just went past her ears; she had cold gray eyes and full, pink lips. She wore jeans, tennis shoes, and a black tank top. The second had long brown hair worn in long curls; she had warm brown eyes and thin, pink lips. She wore a blue tank top with a green emblem depicting "Spunky" across the front and jeans, with black tennis shoes. "Back off asswipes," the first girl said, leaning down to pull Kyle to his feet, "You okay?" Kyle nodded and the second girl stepped forward, raising her fists. "This is your first, and last chance, Rita Shoujitsu, to back off and just leave." One of the other guys said. "Yeah right." Rita shouted, and became a whirlwind of punches and kicks, and the three thugs ran away. "Thanks." Kyle said, eyeing Lisa more warily. She had the build of a street fighter. "I'm Kaylynn Shoujitsu and this is my sister, Rita." Kaylynn said, smiling warmly. "Question, where's the nearest Medashop" Kyle asked. "Why do you ask?" Rita said. "I have some asses to kick, and if I'm going to get by, I'll need a Medabot, a couple powerful ally's too." Kyle said, then realized he'd said too much. Rita and Kaylynn exchanged smiles, then Kaylynn said, "It's two blocks that way," waving to her right, "Can you come back ASAP, we want to show you something." Kyle nodded, taking off down the street. In the space of ten minutes he reached the Medashop and walked inside, the place was crammed with Medaparts and the like. The clerk looked up from the magazine he was reading, mumbled a greeting, then turned back to his magazine. Kyle saw a poster of the latest Medabot on the wall. It pictured a tall, knight-like Medabot in black armor. It wore a crimson red cape and it's eyes were emerald green. In it's right hand it held a steel sword. On it's right forearm was a single, round black barrel, labeled "Bazooka." On it's left forearm were a pair of smaller barrels labeled "Submachine gun/Shotgun". Above its head were the words; "Black Knight" and Kyle knew this was the one for him. He took a price slip and walked to the counter. "Yeah?" the clerk drawled, looking up. Kyle let the slip drop and the clerk's eyes widened. "Cash? Or Credit?" he said, stuttering. Kyle slapped down his cash and the clerk took it. He removed a large cardboard box from behind the counter, with a smaller one on top. "The big one is your Medabot, the smaller one is the complimentary Tool Kit." The clerk explained as Kyle raced out the door. He was half a block away from where he was supposed to meet Rita and Kaylynn when he noticed an old man struggling with a pair of large grocery bags. Being the gentleman he was, Kyle stopped and helped the old man with his bags. The old man deposited his bags in Kyle's arms with a grateful sigh, "My house is right there." The old man directed, pointing to a small house a little ways away. As Kyle carried the bags inside the man flipped on the lights. "Young man, I must thank you for helping me. As a token of my gratitude, I give you this medal, used for Medabots. It is the brain and soul of your Medabot, It is a beetle medal, the most powerful made. Use it well." The old man said, handing Kyle the medal. Kyle bowed and withdrew, meeting up with Lisa and Kaylynn. "You got a Medabot? Cool!" Lisa exulted, and they showed him their house, which happened to be right next to his. As they were about to show him something in the backyard when his mom called his name. "I'll talk to you guys on Monday." Kyle promised, and they nodded. Over the weekend Kyle put together his Medabot, dubbing it Blade. On Monday he walked into the schoolyard, wearing his milky white Medawatch. Everyone noticed this, including the three toughs who had tried to rob him. "You, me, Robattle, Submission." Kyle challenged, and the gray haired referee appeared, "Then it's official! I officially declare this a submission match! The first Medabot to stop the other from functioning wins! Medabots, Robattle!" The referee yelled. Kyle stabbed the transport icon on his Medawatch with his finger after inserting the medal, "Transport, Blade!" he shouted, and a blue orb of light appeared before him.
(Next time, on Medabots)
Blade kicks ass, and Kyle gains respect.
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