Nova, was NOT a happy camper. Peter and SaltyDog, had fixed his arms and legs, but now he KNEW, that the fight was hopeless. Nothing could beat Saber before, and now, nothing will.
Nova:Their has to be something I overlooked. Their HAS to.
With that, he took off, into the sky. The whole time thinking
Meanwhile, Metabee and Angel, were walking through the streets of New York, It was the middile of the night, so their was very few people present.
But, as Metabee predicted, their was still one office window alight in the daily bugle.
Metabee: Angel, you wander around for a bit. I have someone I need to talk to.
Angel: Good luck to thee.
Metabee:Weirdo.
After Metabee left, Angel walked down the streets. He looked down a ally when he heard a sound.
Voice: Hey you...
Angel: Does't thou want something?
A KBT walked out of the ally. It was only one model newer than Metabee. Angel could see three other medabots behind it.
KBT: Yeah. You could say that. We want your medaparts.
Angel: We?
KBT: Yeah, that's right. Me, and the Screws Gang.
Angel: A robattle with me, would be most grave for you.
A red KAT type walked out, followed by a short blue medabot, and a fat yellow medabot.
KAT: Yeah right buddy. No one could take on four medabots nowadays. With out the medaforce, gang robattles are so much easier.
Angel: Fine. I accept thou's robattle.
Voice: THEN IT"S AGREED!
Mr.Referee runs up, holding a tinpets head in his hand.
Ref: Alas poor penalty box. I knew him well. This will be an official robattle between Angel, and the screws gang, consisting of, PepperCat, CrosserDog, Totalizer, and team leader, Kantoroth. Medabots ready... Medabots ROBATTLE!
Angel: Now taste, the WRATH OF HEAVEN!
Five seconds later....
Ref: Er... Kantoroth, Crosserdog, and Totalizer are out of the battle.
Peppercat: Lightning Jump.
Peppercat landed on him from behind, and pumped volts of electricty into him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't knock, the KAT off, dureing the convulsions that the electricity brought about.
Angel: Blasted electric attack... Electric? That could work...
Angel stabbed his staff into the ground, and the convulsions stopped. Peppercat looked confused, before getting knocked off by Angels wings.
Angel: A ground wire, snuffs out your elctricity, maiden. Now, I shall snuff out your medaparts. GOLDEN STAFF!
Witht that, he flew fowards, and nailed Peppercat with his staff. The KAT went flying, before her medaparts sopped function. Surprisingly, the head was still working.
Peppercat: I surrender... augh...
Ref: Peppercat submits. The winner is ANGEL.
Angel: Was't their a doubt?
Metabee walked into the upstairs office, that belonged to the Bugle's owner. As usual, it was a disorganised mess of papers, and such, with a medabot working on the computer.
Metabee: Working late tonight?
Brass: Metabee? What are you doing back here?
Metabee: Just checking up on you. You look preety down.
Brass: Yes. This Medaforce destroyer, has me working late each night. And the news of medabots resisiting him... But that's nothing more than an uncomfirmed rumor.
Metabee: It's no rumor. Their's currently seven of us.
Brass: Us? Your fighting him.
Metabee:I wanted you to know Brass. In case you have to write my obituary.
Brass: Metabee don't talk like that. You'll win.
With that she walked up and hugged him.
Brass: You have to...
Metabee walked out of the building to find Angel standing their.
Metabee: Have any trouble?
Angel: Aye. Nothing I couldn't handle. Just a group calling thouselves the screws. Musta had some screws loose.
Metabee:.....Oh no....
Nova was raceing over the ocean at high speed. He had just thought of the one thing, that could give him an aid.
Or to be more precise, an upgrade.
Nova flew towards Japan, and the Medabot corporation.
Nova: I'm glad I made it so that they couldn't delete my acess code.
Well, I felt like putting some mushy crap in, so I did. Don't know why, but I did. R&R please.
Nova:Their has to be something I overlooked. Their HAS to.
With that, he took off, into the sky. The whole time thinking
Meanwhile, Metabee and Angel, were walking through the streets of New York, It was the middile of the night, so their was very few people present.
But, as Metabee predicted, their was still one office window alight in the daily bugle.
Metabee: Angel, you wander around for a bit. I have someone I need to talk to.
Angel: Good luck to thee.
Metabee:Weirdo.
After Metabee left, Angel walked down the streets. He looked down a ally when he heard a sound.
Voice: Hey you...
Angel: Does't thou want something?
A KBT walked out of the ally. It was only one model newer than Metabee. Angel could see three other medabots behind it.
KBT: Yeah. You could say that. We want your medaparts.
Angel: We?
KBT: Yeah, that's right. Me, and the Screws Gang.
Angel: A robattle with me, would be most grave for you.
A red KAT type walked out, followed by a short blue medabot, and a fat yellow medabot.
KAT: Yeah right buddy. No one could take on four medabots nowadays. With out the medaforce, gang robattles are so much easier.
Angel: Fine. I accept thou's robattle.
Voice: THEN IT"S AGREED!
Mr.Referee runs up, holding a tinpets head in his hand.
Ref: Alas poor penalty box. I knew him well. This will be an official robattle between Angel, and the screws gang, consisting of, PepperCat, CrosserDog, Totalizer, and team leader, Kantoroth. Medabots ready... Medabots ROBATTLE!
Angel: Now taste, the WRATH OF HEAVEN!
Five seconds later....
Ref: Er... Kantoroth, Crosserdog, and Totalizer are out of the battle.
Peppercat: Lightning Jump.
Peppercat landed on him from behind, and pumped volts of electricty into him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't knock, the KAT off, dureing the convulsions that the electricity brought about.
Angel: Blasted electric attack... Electric? That could work...
Angel stabbed his staff into the ground, and the convulsions stopped. Peppercat looked confused, before getting knocked off by Angels wings.
Angel: A ground wire, snuffs out your elctricity, maiden. Now, I shall snuff out your medaparts. GOLDEN STAFF!
Witht that, he flew fowards, and nailed Peppercat with his staff. The KAT went flying, before her medaparts sopped function. Surprisingly, the head was still working.
Peppercat: I surrender... augh...
Ref: Peppercat submits. The winner is ANGEL.
Angel: Was't their a doubt?
Metabee walked into the upstairs office, that belonged to the Bugle's owner. As usual, it was a disorganised mess of papers, and such, with a medabot working on the computer.
Metabee: Working late tonight?
Brass: Metabee? What are you doing back here?
Metabee: Just checking up on you. You look preety down.
Brass: Yes. This Medaforce destroyer, has me working late each night. And the news of medabots resisiting him... But that's nothing more than an uncomfirmed rumor.
Metabee: It's no rumor. Their's currently seven of us.
Brass: Us? Your fighting him.
Metabee:I wanted you to know Brass. In case you have to write my obituary.
Brass: Metabee don't talk like that. You'll win.
With that she walked up and hugged him.
Brass: You have to...
Metabee walked out of the building to find Angel standing their.
Metabee: Have any trouble?
Angel: Aye. Nothing I couldn't handle. Just a group calling thouselves the screws. Musta had some screws loose.
Metabee:.....Oh no....
Nova was raceing over the ocean at high speed. He had just thought of the one thing, that could give him an aid.
Or to be more precise, an upgrade.
Nova flew towards Japan, and the Medabot corporation.
Nova: I'm glad I made it so that they couldn't delete my acess code.
Well, I felt like putting some mushy crap in, so I did. Don't know why, but I did. R&R please.