Story: Lone Warrior
Chapter 1: Past Revelation
Disclaimer: I hold no rights to make this fan-fiction, all "Medabot" related names are corporately owned. All I own is the idea, and design concept of Gont-Tsuan, and the plot line of this story…that has NOTHING to do with the original Medabot TV show characters.
Midday in a parking lot in front of the local Churnwood Mall, a small robattle was taking place. On one side of the ring, framed by people was a teenage with his medabot, "Ramrod", a modified Black Ram medabot with a rocket launching shoulder pod, and several motor upgrades. This medabot is painted a custom dark grey color that glimmers silver in certain light. Across the impromptu battle ring, was a lone medabot, no medafighter. This medabot seemed rather odd, moss and lichen growth over several portions of its body, including the massive shield of its left arm. An unknown type of medabot that was obviously a specialist in melee fighting with blades. Its head was domed by a solid slab of metal that was smoothly curved with the exception of four sharply made creases in the metal that extend off the head into foot long blades of metal that gleams of chromed steel through the rust. Its right arm somewhat lighter built than its left, is braced with a light shield, and two, foot and a half long blades, similarly rusted and gleaming of chrome.
Suddenly the medafighter yelled into his watch, "Ramrod, missile volley!" The Black ram's targeting computer locked in the other robot, and released a torrent of 6 missiles that streaked towards the much smaller robot, only to explode upon nothing but cement. The smaller robot, rusted in hinges, and slathered with green over its original black and grey armor had dived to the side with alarming quickness, its right arm already driving over the right shoulder to draw the tool of the trade: a large and blade heavy sword. Driving forth with his left arm braced for impact, Gont-Tsuan drives in on Ram rod's right, as the little robot nears, it swings the shield wide, and rips it's heavy sword in an upwards arc through the chest of the black ram that couldn't get out of the way in time, the force of the blow spinning it around once before landing on the ground.
Medafighter and medabot are dazed alike…some rusty junk-bot just landed one heavy hit onto a robot nearly twice its size. Gont-Tsuan however dances back to ready itself for the next strike from the missile toting fiend. As the black ram stands, the 3 foot, 8 inch tall Gont-Tsuan breaks into an all out charge, keeping its left arm forth to form a shield rush. The little robot's legs pump up and down like pistons, driving it forwards. The medafighter smirks, and speaks into his medawatch, "He wants to play chicken, fine, Ramrod! Charge!" Quickly, the gleaming black robot is on the charge as well, head lowered, ready to strike. As the two robots nearly collide, Gont-Tsuan dives underneath Ramrod, and flings the Black ram up into the air off the shield, sending the black robot cartwheeling through the sky, only to land on its stomach. Wheeling around, the much smaller robot launches itself after the Black ram, and lands on it back heavily, slamming the beast back into the ground. A swift thud, and the gentle ting as the medal is ejected declare the end of the robattle.
Quietly, Gont-Tsuan departs the battle field without further word, this robattle having reminded him of his past…
~cue kooky flashback sequence~
Nearly 67 years prior, a man named Tim Williamson had created Gont-Tsuan to be an "ultimate" Robot of his time. Armed with a peculiar medal he had found once while cave exploring, it was not golden colored like the rest, instead, it was chrome plated…or pure chrome itself. On the front was the symbol of a claymore sword, with four small orbs laid handle of the sword; one in each quillion, one in the hilt, and the last in the pommel. Each orb was a different color, gold and bronze in the quillions, silver in the hilt, and dark ruby red in the pommel. These additional three orbs were quite abnormal from traditional medals, but, it fit, and the robot functioned well with this strange medal.
After training the robot for several months, Tim started to robattle with Gont-Tsuan to see how he work, and it was clear that Gont-Tsuan worked flawlessly. Over the next 5 or so years, the little robot was undefeated, but nothing odd about the medal had surfaced. However, medabot and medafighter eventually crossed one of their old challengers who claimed to have made a medabot, exclusively to defeat Gont-Tsuan. And it did, in a horrendous climax, the robot slammed Gont-Tsuan into a cave, where his medal was finally ejected to the moist rock floor.
Defeated, Tim only returned to the robot once, much later, to download a frantic message into the little robot's memory banks.
After 55 or so years later, a the medal, long carried away by flash floods, rodents, and other various forces, simply appeared back into its place in the back of the medabot, the armor plate closeing slowly with the squeal of rusted metal. The depleated batteries began to slowly work up a charge for a power emanating from the medal, just enough to arise the robot. The first thing that came to, was the message, long garbled by years of moisture and disuse, "Gon…shhhsst…Find Jankett In…ind the power of the…er Medal. Then…ou can revenge mi….eath...up-n…er Nason"
Confused, the small robot eventually worked its way out of the cave, and started its mission: Find Jankett In__ something. Whomever they are, they should be able to tell him something of his odd medal. Then, he would seek out this…Nason person…whomever they shall be.
Chapter 1: Past Revelation
Disclaimer: I hold no rights to make this fan-fiction, all "Medabot" related names are corporately owned. All I own is the idea, and design concept of Gont-Tsuan, and the plot line of this story…that has NOTHING to do with the original Medabot TV show characters.
Midday in a parking lot in front of the local Churnwood Mall, a small robattle was taking place. On one side of the ring, framed by people was a teenage with his medabot, "Ramrod", a modified Black Ram medabot with a rocket launching shoulder pod, and several motor upgrades. This medabot is painted a custom dark grey color that glimmers silver in certain light. Across the impromptu battle ring, was a lone medabot, no medafighter. This medabot seemed rather odd, moss and lichen growth over several portions of its body, including the massive shield of its left arm. An unknown type of medabot that was obviously a specialist in melee fighting with blades. Its head was domed by a solid slab of metal that was smoothly curved with the exception of four sharply made creases in the metal that extend off the head into foot long blades of metal that gleams of chromed steel through the rust. Its right arm somewhat lighter built than its left, is braced with a light shield, and two, foot and a half long blades, similarly rusted and gleaming of chrome.
Suddenly the medafighter yelled into his watch, "Ramrod, missile volley!" The Black ram's targeting computer locked in the other robot, and released a torrent of 6 missiles that streaked towards the much smaller robot, only to explode upon nothing but cement. The smaller robot, rusted in hinges, and slathered with green over its original black and grey armor had dived to the side with alarming quickness, its right arm already driving over the right shoulder to draw the tool of the trade: a large and blade heavy sword. Driving forth with his left arm braced for impact, Gont-Tsuan drives in on Ram rod's right, as the little robot nears, it swings the shield wide, and rips it's heavy sword in an upwards arc through the chest of the black ram that couldn't get out of the way in time, the force of the blow spinning it around once before landing on the ground.
Medafighter and medabot are dazed alike…some rusty junk-bot just landed one heavy hit onto a robot nearly twice its size. Gont-Tsuan however dances back to ready itself for the next strike from the missile toting fiend. As the black ram stands, the 3 foot, 8 inch tall Gont-Tsuan breaks into an all out charge, keeping its left arm forth to form a shield rush. The little robot's legs pump up and down like pistons, driving it forwards. The medafighter smirks, and speaks into his medawatch, "He wants to play chicken, fine, Ramrod! Charge!" Quickly, the gleaming black robot is on the charge as well, head lowered, ready to strike. As the two robots nearly collide, Gont-Tsuan dives underneath Ramrod, and flings the Black ram up into the air off the shield, sending the black robot cartwheeling through the sky, only to land on its stomach. Wheeling around, the much smaller robot launches itself after the Black ram, and lands on it back heavily, slamming the beast back into the ground. A swift thud, and the gentle ting as the medal is ejected declare the end of the robattle.
Quietly, Gont-Tsuan departs the battle field without further word, this robattle having reminded him of his past…
~cue kooky flashback sequence~
Nearly 67 years prior, a man named Tim Williamson had created Gont-Tsuan to be an "ultimate" Robot of his time. Armed with a peculiar medal he had found once while cave exploring, it was not golden colored like the rest, instead, it was chrome plated…or pure chrome itself. On the front was the symbol of a claymore sword, with four small orbs laid handle of the sword; one in each quillion, one in the hilt, and the last in the pommel. Each orb was a different color, gold and bronze in the quillions, silver in the hilt, and dark ruby red in the pommel. These additional three orbs were quite abnormal from traditional medals, but, it fit, and the robot functioned well with this strange medal.
After training the robot for several months, Tim started to robattle with Gont-Tsuan to see how he work, and it was clear that Gont-Tsuan worked flawlessly. Over the next 5 or so years, the little robot was undefeated, but nothing odd about the medal had surfaced. However, medabot and medafighter eventually crossed one of their old challengers who claimed to have made a medabot, exclusively to defeat Gont-Tsuan. And it did, in a horrendous climax, the robot slammed Gont-Tsuan into a cave, where his medal was finally ejected to the moist rock floor.
Defeated, Tim only returned to the robot once, much later, to download a frantic message into the little robot's memory banks.
After 55 or so years later, a the medal, long carried away by flash floods, rodents, and other various forces, simply appeared back into its place in the back of the medabot, the armor plate closeing slowly with the squeal of rusted metal. The depleated batteries began to slowly work up a charge for a power emanating from the medal, just enough to arise the robot. The first thing that came to, was the message, long garbled by years of moisture and disuse, "Gon…shhhsst…Find Jankett In…ind the power of the…er Medal. Then…ou can revenge mi….eath...up-n…er Nason"
Confused, the small robot eventually worked its way out of the cave, and started its mission: Find Jankett In__ something. Whomever they are, they should be able to tell him something of his odd medal. Then, he would seek out this…Nason person…whomever they shall be.