Sex Education Medabots style!!!
Disclaimer: *Jedi-and is looking for the remote to play the re-runs of previous disclaimers, but can't find it. *
Miranda: Jedi-Chan! I found it! *The short woman holds up a remote, but the batteries are missing* looks like you have to do it again Jedi-Chan.
Jedi-and: All right. I own nothing from Medabots except my own characters. Kuarri owns Wildcat, Van owns Dash, Wildfire and co. and dark owns her characters (EG: Foxfire)
Miranda: that wasn't too hard was it Jedi-Chan? *She hugs him* ^_^
Mean while, in the corner...
Revolver: Aw, isn't that cute? *She holds one battery in on hand, while foxfire holds the other*
Foxfire: yep! *They both snigger*
Authors note: This is the next part, more Questions, more headaches, and some one with the same problem as Neutranurse... but there is one thing, I'm going to have Medabots ask your questions in fear of this fic being deleted because even though it's NOT an interactive fic, it is still able to be targeted.
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Part 7: More questions plus a late arrival
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"I just DON'T believe you two! You will have to stay here for special attention little miss!" Jedi-and pointed and shouted at Neutranurse in his office. No one else heard this apart from Sumillidon and Rokusho, who where standing outside. The rest where milling around, grabbing a few drinks and things. The door opened and a new bot came in, she had obviously learned the hard way about Meda-maternity. The bot snuck in to the shadows and hid there with her Medafighter. Revolver walked over to the bot, being the only one who noticed her.
"Hi." No response "Why don't you come out of the shadows?" Revolver tried to coax the Medabot out of the shadows. The bots Aqua eyes just closed.
"Well, I'll pick you up later." Her Medafighter turned to leave, but was stopped by the bot grabbing her arm. "Don't worry, the reason I brought you here was to get help. I'll pick you up after okay? Have fun." The Medafighter broke free and sprinted off. The Aqua eyes looked worried as she turned back to the Cannon Cat type.
"What's you name?" Revolver asked, trying to be as friendly as possible.
"...Wildcat..." she slowly said, sounding couscous and unsure.
"Well I'm Cannon-Goddess, but most people call me Revolver." She extended a hand. Slowly, the other Medabot extended hers and they shook. The other bot gave a large tug on Revolver's arm, sending her flying. She was dragged out the backdoor and down in to the ally. Once Revolver regained her balance and composure, she looked up to see the bot. It was a panther type (PNT). She is pretty plain, all dark red (mysterious kind of) her weapons are all hidden beneath her armour, the one thing that is really eye catching is the black star imbedded in her forehead, oh and her eyes, they are a unique colour of aqua, but one thing stood out amongst all of those. Her size. She wasn't tall, or muscular. She seemed like the average Femme bot, but her stomach was huge. Revolver gasped a little as she hung her head, scratching her tall panther ears with her paw like a cat. "Oh no, no Wildcat! It's not a bad thing!" she went to give the PNT a hug, but she couldn't reach all the way around. In fact, she only got to her sides. She must have been carrying three children at the fourth month, Revolver thought.
"So when are you due? Must be soon." Revolver asked. Wildcat blushed, and looked away.
"Well actually..." she was cut off by a Mini-van pulling up to the clinic. A group of Medabots all piled out. Revolver looked at them, having trouble recognising them but there where two she distinguished with out a shadow of a doubt. Wildfire and Dash. Their Medafighter was friends with Jedi-and and dark Lady. It was Car or some kind of vehicle for the Medafighter's name. She watched them go in to the building, though Wildfire had caught a glimpse of them.
"Don't worry about it, they are friends. Extremely fashionably late as per usual." Wildcat just laughed a little. "You where saying?"
"Well I'm not due soon...in about 3 months." Revolvers eyes widened as she looked at the large cat. The back door swung open
"Hay! Jedi-and is starting again!" Reaver called out, rushing back inside. He was a bit of a goofball, but Reaver was an all right person, always willing to help. She took Wildcat by the hand and dragged her inside, sitting her down with the others, sitting with her, a few gasps from the others but nothing much.
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"Alright! Lets go!" Jedi-and grabbed a card, the way they do off Yu-Gi-Oh. He frowned and looked up. "Noyb. I am almost absolutely positive that I have already answered this question, but I will repeat myself. Medabot babies cannot have mental illnesses. The system doesn't allow it."
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"What a relief." Foxfire and Wildcat let out a sigh of relief at the same time.
"Very..." Rokusho added.
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"Okay, time for the next one!" Jedi-and went to grab another card. "Lets see... Will the baby Medabot create its own abilities when it is old enough to Robattle? And Will the baby Medabot get stronger after its Robattles?" he looked up at the crowd, "Well, yes. A Medabot WILL gain some of their parents abilities, for example; if Reaver had a daughter she'd be able to travel in to the dark realm, but she would 'make up' abilities that her father did not have. And yes, it will get stronger, or faster after Robattles like all Medabots."
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"We're gonna end up with an army between us Wildcat..." Neutranurse sighed and slumped in her seat.
"At least you'll be able to get Sumillidon if he cheats on you!" she smirked at the nervous Sumillidon.
"Bad luck bud..." Metabee patted Sumillidon on the back as he sweat dropped.
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"Okay, lets move on to the next one!" Jedi-and looked down. "Odd... no more cards..." he looked backstage. Suddenly a big black Medabots ran across stage and tackled Jedi-and.
"Opps, sorry boss. Here ya go." The bot handed him some cards and stood up, stretching his wings.
"Reaver!" as I said, Reaver was a goofball. He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. Before zipping off the other side of the stage. Jedi stood up with a grumble, a few things that foxfire heard was 'damn death type...' and 'he's grounded for sure now.' He straightened himself out and stood at the podium again, beat-red while coughing a little. "Ahem." He looked up and then at a card. Which seemed quite thick. He held the corner and it unfolded. He sweat dropped and read it, a small smile coming to his face now and again. "Well, this is from a person called 'the masked author', who seemed to like the fic a lot. And his (or her) questions are: 1. Depending on the mother Medabot's armour, could a direct punch to the stomach from, let's say, Belzelga, cause a miscarriage? 2. Will a baby Medabot pick up some of the habits of its parents (I/E: Very aggressive, won't take orders from anybody, smacks people, stuff like that)? And 3. Is there a good chance that two female Medabots can fall in love?" he took a break to breath and takes a sip of water.
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"That's one big set of questions..." Foxfire stated, while playing with Katana.
"He can do it." Revolver said confidently nudging her large friend.
"He CAN do it, or you THINK he can do it?" Wildcat asked. Revolver paused.
"Err..."
"He's a dead man." Metabee said callously.
"METABEE!" Brass called.
"What?!" he called back.
"I got a fiver on he dies because of this question." Dash said, leaning over from the row behind.
"But he's only a teen." Rokusho said lightly.
"Well... I'm not going to lose this bet!" Dash said, with Metabee's agreement.
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"Well that is one of the longest questions I've ever had..." Jedi started. "Well let me see... depending on the armour of a Medabot will depend if a direct hit to the abdomen will hurt them or not, or on that matter throw them in to a miscarriage. However, all armour is weakened because of the fact that it 'spreads out'. In essence, it stretches to accommodate for the extra room. The nano machines used for repairing also can 'take and move'. This is where they take a layer of the armour and move it to a new location. This happens with the Medabots while they are expecting. Depending on how thick their armour are, and how strong it is will determine if they can or cannot withstand the blow. My Medabot Bee would be able to withstand the blow while Brass might not."
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Revolver looked at him in shock. "You're joking! That timid little Girl has more armour than your have Brass..." she looked over at her stunned friend.
"Yeah, this could be bad..." she looked over to Dash and Metabee, who looked on at anticipation to see if Jedi would collapse because of the questions. She sweats dropped and noticed Rokusho also had the same expression. She shrugged and watched.
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Jedi took another sip of water before looking up again and think a little. "Okay, next part of your question..." he read it again, because he forgot what it was and looked up. "Really the personality will determine on how the Baby-bot is raised. But the bot will gain something from his parents. Like if their parents have a 'knack' of running off and doing something reckless because they don't think before they do, then that instinct might be passed on to their offspring." He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked off stage as Reaver and Centurion tried to look as innocent as possible. Reaver walked off stage and sat in the crowd.
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"Metabee..." Brass started. "You aren't going to teach our kid any... phrases, are you?" Metabee looked at Brass with curiosity, before he laughed.
"He will learn them anyway according to what he said." Brass sighed heavily as Reaver joined the group in the crowd and Revolver left for the stage. The huge Death type seemed a bit imposing, till he was glomped from behind by wildfire.
"ACK!" Reaver struggled to get free of the grasp of the Life type, who made Reaver almost powerless in his abilities to fight back. She realised what she was doing, let go and blushed madly, before sitting back in her seat. Reaver blushed also.
"Geez, get a room. That's what Sumillidon and Neutranurse did..." Metabee called, getting glares from the four Medabots. "What? What I say!?"
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Jedi-and was getting tired. It had been a while since he last slept, or sat down. Being on your feet for nearly 24 hours straight is not a wise thing to do, the actually talk may have been for a long time, but preparing the talk took quite a while and because this session was longer than most he didn't have a chance to go take a nap. He wiped his brow again and sipped some water. "Alright, the next question now and then we can have a brake." He looked at the card and cleared his thought. "Alright, the chance of..." he cut himself off because of his yawn. "Sorry, the chance of two femmes falling in love is the same as the chance of a femme and male falling for each other. In essence, there is not a difference in the stats." He yawned again. "Well, I now think it is time to take a small.." Jedi-and fell over. Dash, Metabee and Rokusho rushed over to the author. Metabee and dash wondered if they won the bet, while everyone else in the room was anxious for his health. The two got closer and heard something. Light snoring. The kid had fallen asleep on his feet because of countless late nights and staying up for over 27 hours. Centurion came up to the microphone on the podium.
"We'll take a small recess and..."
"What about us? We need to sleep to!" Metabee called out. Centurion sweat dropped and cleared his throat and looked up.
"We will take a LONG recess and start again tomorrow at 9am. You may stay here if you wish; there are blankets and things in the cupboard. So goodnight." With that the 'house lights' came on and the bots all shuffled around, clearing chairs and things to make room to sleep. Wildcat looked at Foxfire and sighed. "Tomorrow is the day I'll grow bigger..." Foxfire looked at her in a mix of confusion and shock.
"Bigger? When are you due?"
"Long story..." Wildcat grabbed a blanket and leaned against the wall and fell sleep. Foxfire looked around at the crowd and noticed that all Jedi's and Dark lady's Medabots had gone upstairs, but for some reason, Wildfire was missing too. She shrugged and made her way upstairs.
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I know I didn't get ALL the questions in this one but I thought I'd get some more. Thanks again to all those who reviewed. The next one will be up soon. Oh and happy New Year, I know it's late but I am usually so... *shrugs* take care and Review please!
Disclaimer: *Jedi-and is looking for the remote to play the re-runs of previous disclaimers, but can't find it. *
Miranda: Jedi-Chan! I found it! *The short woman holds up a remote, but the batteries are missing* looks like you have to do it again Jedi-Chan.
Jedi-and: All right. I own nothing from Medabots except my own characters. Kuarri owns Wildcat, Van owns Dash, Wildfire and co. and dark owns her characters (EG: Foxfire)
Miranda: that wasn't too hard was it Jedi-Chan? *She hugs him* ^_^
Mean while, in the corner...
Revolver: Aw, isn't that cute? *She holds one battery in on hand, while foxfire holds the other*
Foxfire: yep! *They both snigger*
Authors note: This is the next part, more Questions, more headaches, and some one with the same problem as Neutranurse... but there is one thing, I'm going to have Medabots ask your questions in fear of this fic being deleted because even though it's NOT an interactive fic, it is still able to be targeted.
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Part 7: More questions plus a late arrival
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"I just DON'T believe you two! You will have to stay here for special attention little miss!" Jedi-and pointed and shouted at Neutranurse in his office. No one else heard this apart from Sumillidon and Rokusho, who where standing outside. The rest where milling around, grabbing a few drinks and things. The door opened and a new bot came in, she had obviously learned the hard way about Meda-maternity. The bot snuck in to the shadows and hid there with her Medafighter. Revolver walked over to the bot, being the only one who noticed her.
"Hi." No response "Why don't you come out of the shadows?" Revolver tried to coax the Medabot out of the shadows. The bots Aqua eyes just closed.
"Well, I'll pick you up later." Her Medafighter turned to leave, but was stopped by the bot grabbing her arm. "Don't worry, the reason I brought you here was to get help. I'll pick you up after okay? Have fun." The Medafighter broke free and sprinted off. The Aqua eyes looked worried as she turned back to the Cannon Cat type.
"What's you name?" Revolver asked, trying to be as friendly as possible.
"...Wildcat..." she slowly said, sounding couscous and unsure.
"Well I'm Cannon-Goddess, but most people call me Revolver." She extended a hand. Slowly, the other Medabot extended hers and they shook. The other bot gave a large tug on Revolver's arm, sending her flying. She was dragged out the backdoor and down in to the ally. Once Revolver regained her balance and composure, she looked up to see the bot. It was a panther type (PNT). She is pretty plain, all dark red (mysterious kind of) her weapons are all hidden beneath her armour, the one thing that is really eye catching is the black star imbedded in her forehead, oh and her eyes, they are a unique colour of aqua, but one thing stood out amongst all of those. Her size. She wasn't tall, or muscular. She seemed like the average Femme bot, but her stomach was huge. Revolver gasped a little as she hung her head, scratching her tall panther ears with her paw like a cat. "Oh no, no Wildcat! It's not a bad thing!" she went to give the PNT a hug, but she couldn't reach all the way around. In fact, she only got to her sides. She must have been carrying three children at the fourth month, Revolver thought.
"So when are you due? Must be soon." Revolver asked. Wildcat blushed, and looked away.
"Well actually..." she was cut off by a Mini-van pulling up to the clinic. A group of Medabots all piled out. Revolver looked at them, having trouble recognising them but there where two she distinguished with out a shadow of a doubt. Wildfire and Dash. Their Medafighter was friends with Jedi-and and dark Lady. It was Car or some kind of vehicle for the Medafighter's name. She watched them go in to the building, though Wildfire had caught a glimpse of them.
"Don't worry about it, they are friends. Extremely fashionably late as per usual." Wildcat just laughed a little. "You where saying?"
"Well I'm not due soon...in about 3 months." Revolvers eyes widened as she looked at the large cat. The back door swung open
"Hay! Jedi-and is starting again!" Reaver called out, rushing back inside. He was a bit of a goofball, but Reaver was an all right person, always willing to help. She took Wildcat by the hand and dragged her inside, sitting her down with the others, sitting with her, a few gasps from the others but nothing much.
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"Alright! Lets go!" Jedi-and grabbed a card, the way they do off Yu-Gi-Oh. He frowned and looked up. "Noyb. I am almost absolutely positive that I have already answered this question, but I will repeat myself. Medabot babies cannot have mental illnesses. The system doesn't allow it."
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"What a relief." Foxfire and Wildcat let out a sigh of relief at the same time.
"Very..." Rokusho added.
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"Okay, time for the next one!" Jedi-and went to grab another card. "Lets see... Will the baby Medabot create its own abilities when it is old enough to Robattle? And Will the baby Medabot get stronger after its Robattles?" he looked up at the crowd, "Well, yes. A Medabot WILL gain some of their parents abilities, for example; if Reaver had a daughter she'd be able to travel in to the dark realm, but she would 'make up' abilities that her father did not have. And yes, it will get stronger, or faster after Robattles like all Medabots."
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"We're gonna end up with an army between us Wildcat..." Neutranurse sighed and slumped in her seat.
"At least you'll be able to get Sumillidon if he cheats on you!" she smirked at the nervous Sumillidon.
"Bad luck bud..." Metabee patted Sumillidon on the back as he sweat dropped.
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"Okay, lets move on to the next one!" Jedi-and looked down. "Odd... no more cards..." he looked backstage. Suddenly a big black Medabots ran across stage and tackled Jedi-and.
"Opps, sorry boss. Here ya go." The bot handed him some cards and stood up, stretching his wings.
"Reaver!" as I said, Reaver was a goofball. He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. Before zipping off the other side of the stage. Jedi stood up with a grumble, a few things that foxfire heard was 'damn death type...' and 'he's grounded for sure now.' He straightened himself out and stood at the podium again, beat-red while coughing a little. "Ahem." He looked up and then at a card. Which seemed quite thick. He held the corner and it unfolded. He sweat dropped and read it, a small smile coming to his face now and again. "Well, this is from a person called 'the masked author', who seemed to like the fic a lot. And his (or her) questions are: 1. Depending on the mother Medabot's armour, could a direct punch to the stomach from, let's say, Belzelga, cause a miscarriage? 2. Will a baby Medabot pick up some of the habits of its parents (I/E: Very aggressive, won't take orders from anybody, smacks people, stuff like that)? And 3. Is there a good chance that two female Medabots can fall in love?" he took a break to breath and takes a sip of water.
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"That's one big set of questions..." Foxfire stated, while playing with Katana.
"He can do it." Revolver said confidently nudging her large friend.
"He CAN do it, or you THINK he can do it?" Wildcat asked. Revolver paused.
"Err..."
"He's a dead man." Metabee said callously.
"METABEE!" Brass called.
"What?!" he called back.
"I got a fiver on he dies because of this question." Dash said, leaning over from the row behind.
"But he's only a teen." Rokusho said lightly.
"Well... I'm not going to lose this bet!" Dash said, with Metabee's agreement.
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"Well that is one of the longest questions I've ever had..." Jedi started. "Well let me see... depending on the armour of a Medabot will depend if a direct hit to the abdomen will hurt them or not, or on that matter throw them in to a miscarriage. However, all armour is weakened because of the fact that it 'spreads out'. In essence, it stretches to accommodate for the extra room. The nano machines used for repairing also can 'take and move'. This is where they take a layer of the armour and move it to a new location. This happens with the Medabots while they are expecting. Depending on how thick their armour are, and how strong it is will determine if they can or cannot withstand the blow. My Medabot Bee would be able to withstand the blow while Brass might not."
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Revolver looked at him in shock. "You're joking! That timid little Girl has more armour than your have Brass..." she looked over at her stunned friend.
"Yeah, this could be bad..." she looked over to Dash and Metabee, who looked on at anticipation to see if Jedi would collapse because of the questions. She sweats dropped and noticed Rokusho also had the same expression. She shrugged and watched.
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Jedi took another sip of water before looking up again and think a little. "Okay, next part of your question..." he read it again, because he forgot what it was and looked up. "Really the personality will determine on how the Baby-bot is raised. But the bot will gain something from his parents. Like if their parents have a 'knack' of running off and doing something reckless because they don't think before they do, then that instinct might be passed on to their offspring." He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked off stage as Reaver and Centurion tried to look as innocent as possible. Reaver walked off stage and sat in the crowd.
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"Metabee..." Brass started. "You aren't going to teach our kid any... phrases, are you?" Metabee looked at Brass with curiosity, before he laughed.
"He will learn them anyway according to what he said." Brass sighed heavily as Reaver joined the group in the crowd and Revolver left for the stage. The huge Death type seemed a bit imposing, till he was glomped from behind by wildfire.
"ACK!" Reaver struggled to get free of the grasp of the Life type, who made Reaver almost powerless in his abilities to fight back. She realised what she was doing, let go and blushed madly, before sitting back in her seat. Reaver blushed also.
"Geez, get a room. That's what Sumillidon and Neutranurse did..." Metabee called, getting glares from the four Medabots. "What? What I say!?"
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Jedi-and was getting tired. It had been a while since he last slept, or sat down. Being on your feet for nearly 24 hours straight is not a wise thing to do, the actually talk may have been for a long time, but preparing the talk took quite a while and because this session was longer than most he didn't have a chance to go take a nap. He wiped his brow again and sipped some water. "Alright, the next question now and then we can have a brake." He looked at the card and cleared his thought. "Alright, the chance of..." he cut himself off because of his yawn. "Sorry, the chance of two femmes falling in love is the same as the chance of a femme and male falling for each other. In essence, there is not a difference in the stats." He yawned again. "Well, I now think it is time to take a small.." Jedi-and fell over. Dash, Metabee and Rokusho rushed over to the author. Metabee and dash wondered if they won the bet, while everyone else in the room was anxious for his health. The two got closer and heard something. Light snoring. The kid had fallen asleep on his feet because of countless late nights and staying up for over 27 hours. Centurion came up to the microphone on the podium.
"We'll take a small recess and..."
"What about us? We need to sleep to!" Metabee called out. Centurion sweat dropped and cleared his throat and looked up.
"We will take a LONG recess and start again tomorrow at 9am. You may stay here if you wish; there are blankets and things in the cupboard. So goodnight." With that the 'house lights' came on and the bots all shuffled around, clearing chairs and things to make room to sleep. Wildcat looked at Foxfire and sighed. "Tomorrow is the day I'll grow bigger..." Foxfire looked at her in a mix of confusion and shock.
"Bigger? When are you due?"
"Long story..." Wildcat grabbed a blanket and leaned against the wall and fell sleep. Foxfire looked around at the crowd and noticed that all Jedi's and Dark lady's Medabots had gone upstairs, but for some reason, Wildfire was missing too. She shrugged and made her way upstairs.
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I know I didn't get ALL the questions in this one but I thought I'd get some more. Thanks again to all those who reviewed. The next one will be up soon. Oh and happy New Year, I know it's late but I am usually so... *shrugs* take care and Review please!