I don't own medabots, and I never will.
Legend From The Past
By
FinalSaber
A short, hunched over old man walked to the counter, where the medabot sat. He had a few strands of grey hair left, and he wore a white lab coat. His eyes were green, and seemed to glow with intelligence.
His lab, had white walls, and wooden tables and counters everywhere, covered with tools, and gizmos. On the one counter, was a KWG type medabot, with a sword on one arm, and a hammer fist on the other. It was white with black pieces of armor around some areas. To anyone from the present, it would be known as Rukusho.
To anyone in the present.
The old man put a beetle medal into the back, and waited.
Medabot: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH
The man ejected the medal. Too much power, not enough sanity.
Nur Sal sighed as he got back to work.
After altering the medal once again, he checked his work. It should be friendly enough, but it could go balistic if someone it liked got hurt.
Oh well. He could live with that.
Silently he inserted the medal once again.
The medabot looked at him, but remained silent.
Nur Sal: Do you know who I am?
Medabot: No. Should I?
Nur Sal: My name is Nur Sal. I created you.
Medabot: Ah... Thanks. Uh... Do I have a name?
Nur Sal: Hmm.. I suppose Slac will do nicely.
Slac: Thanks Nur Saly.
Nur Sal smacked him on the head.
Nur Sal: First we are going to teach you proper maners. Then we will teach you secondary functions such as walking and fighting.
Slac: Secondary? Nuts!
Nur Sal: I better not regret this...
Legend From The Past
By
FinalSaber
A short, hunched over old man walked to the counter, where the medabot sat. He had a few strands of grey hair left, and he wore a white lab coat. His eyes were green, and seemed to glow with intelligence.
His lab, had white walls, and wooden tables and counters everywhere, covered with tools, and gizmos. On the one counter, was a KWG type medabot, with a sword on one arm, and a hammer fist on the other. It was white with black pieces of armor around some areas. To anyone from the present, it would be known as Rukusho.
To anyone in the present.
The old man put a beetle medal into the back, and waited.
Medabot: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH
The man ejected the medal. Too much power, not enough sanity.
Nur Sal sighed as he got back to work.
After altering the medal once again, he checked his work. It should be friendly enough, but it could go balistic if someone it liked got hurt.
Oh well. He could live with that.
Silently he inserted the medal once again.
The medabot looked at him, but remained silent.
Nur Sal: Do you know who I am?
Medabot: No. Should I?
Nur Sal: My name is Nur Sal. I created you.
Medabot: Ah... Thanks. Uh... Do I have a name?
Nur Sal: Hmm.. I suppose Slac will do nicely.
Slac: Thanks Nur Saly.
Nur Sal smacked him on the head.
Nur Sal: First we are going to teach you proper maners. Then we will teach you secondary functions such as walking and fighting.
Slac: Secondary? Nuts!
Nur Sal: I better not regret this...