Sex Education Medabot Style
By Jedi-and
Disclaimer thingy: I own as much as between the two lines = which means I only own my characters and that as they say is that.
Authors note: sorry for the delay, but after taking a week out to become more enlightened on why I didn't feel like writing, I found my answer...
I had writers block...
Yes, I have the dreaded thing known as WB (not Warner Brothers or welcome back) and it doesn't seem to want to go away, which is affecting the fics I write, and the Paired fics I do. Unfortunately I also have Artist Block at the same time and Video game block (Meaning I can't draw or play/decide on a game I want to play), which is driving me insane... if I carry on like this I will go MAD! There is nothing I can do or do right! So please forgive me on this because this might be... well... poor. Please enjoy all the same.
There is one more thing! Please limit your questions to one at a time!
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Part Nine: The questions. And who burnt them...
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"Where are they, where are they?!" Bee called as she threw box after box from the shelves to look for the reviews. "Argh!" she pulled more and more boxes off the shelf and started to panic. "Give me a brake, PLEASE!" she said, hoping to get everything sorted. She finally found the box, "Ah ha! Reviews!" she lifted up the lid and sorted through the questions, grabbing those, which she could. She turned and Wildcat was at the door to the vault, with lots of blankets over her. Even with those Blankets, you could tell her stomach had grown and she was bigger than the door! Though Jedi- and's vault door was the size of a normal single door... "Ack! Oh, H-hello miss W-wildcat..." Unfortunately for Bee, she was Jedi-and's most timid Medabot, and with out someone here to help her, she didn't know how to react to her.
"Hello." Her aqua optics dimmed a little as she yawned. "I'm Hungry, any food?" she asked. Taking a booming step closer. It was okay for the more timid Medabot. Bee was a... well... a Bee so she was floating above the ground.
"W-Well there w-was some food I-I saved f-for you." She said, nervous as ever.
"Had that, I mean more food." She too another step closer towards the door. Secretly Bee was afraid she'd get stuck in the doorway but she never would admit it. Bee had left a large portion of food for her, and she needed more? Not two Medabots could wrap their arms around the girl she was that big.
"W-W-well I will G-get you some f-food when I d-d-d-delivered these q- questions to Mr J-Jedi." She said making her way to the door. This seemed to upset Wildfire.
"Come on! There has to be more!" She called, folding her arms as best she could. Each step was monstrous because of her weight. "I suppose it isn't your fault..." She sighed and turned around to walk back to the main hall. Bee wiped the proverbial sweat from her brow and turned back to the questions. She was ALWAYS nervous, only those closest to her made her feel safe. She floated out of the room, loosely leafing through the cards. A large heavy clang brought her out of her thoughts as she looked up; Wildcat was sitting on the floor, beneath a large crater in the wall. Bee looked up at who had done the damage to Wildcat, but they where gone with lightning speed. A few Medabots came rushing as Bee tried to lift the huge Wildcat up. Luckily, Reaver was around to help out.
"What happened?" He asked, his imposing figure looming over all of them. Bee, although next to her much feared 'brother', wasn't the least bit timid around him.
"Wildcat got attacked, I hope she's alright." Bee shouted, holding the questions loosely in one hand.
"You go take them to Jedi! I'll help large miss Wildcat." Even with Reaver's excessive strength it was first thing in the morning, and he didn't much feel like lifting much so he just pulled her to her feet, before she fell over on to her stomach.
"Argh!" She tried to roll over so she could get up on her own, but she couldn't. Reaver could barely control his laughter, before Wildfire hit him and knocked him flat on his backside.
"Cruel baka!" This proves that Death types should not mess with life types.
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"Jedi!" Jedi-and was just about to go back up to the podium, he was in his usual suit thing and Miranda was just brushing off the crumbs as Jedi finished buttoning it up. Miranda had the hard task, again her height made it quiet difficult.
"Ahh, there they are. Thanks Bee." Jedi took them and then realised something.
"There more question here than last time." Miranda said, clumsily in English. And she was right! There was a lot more. This may take some time.
"Well, here we go." Jedi nodded slightly and waked on stage, with the others all sitting down already for this morning's talk. "Good morning, I hope you all slept well." He ducked quickly, avoiding the odd bit of bacon and eggs. "I'll take that as a no." He straightens himself again and looked out. "Anyway, let us begin." He flipped open the first few cards.
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"Here we go again..." Metabee sighed as he sat down from throwing said bacon.
"I'm still not speaking to you after you tried it on last night in my sleep!" Brass said, folding her arms.
"Do you mind keeping it down! I want to hear this!" A call came from behind. They looked around there where 2 femmes. One looked like a taller, more human shaped Peppercat, around about 5ft tall. She was tall and slender with a large, hair like plume coming from the top of her head and going down to the small of her back. And the other was a Brass look alike that had missile launchers and gold edges, however she seemed more robust than Brass.
"Who the..." Metabee started.
"Hello Crowncat, Amber. Please have a seat." Miranda said, pointing to the empty seat behind the audience.
"You look more gothic than our version." The red CAT said. It was true, Miranda had time to put on her make-up, and today she decided to try the gothic lady look, her dark hair was set off by the light makeup she put on her skin to make her seem pale. Dark purple lips stick and eye shadow carried the look perfectly with the black leather choker on her neck. She wore a black all over, including her usual big black trainers.
"I know. But..." She was about to finish but a Medabot tapped her on the shoulder. How demeaning to a person's height. Being able to be tapped on the shoulder by a Medabot. She turned around, hoping that her huge over sized mallet of doom, wouldn't be used.
"Yo, who are these guys?" Metabee asked, standing on the chair.
"This is Crowncat and Amber. Centurion and Peppercat where the parents of Crowncat, and you and Brass are the proud parents to be for Amber." They waved a little as Brass did something she has gotten good at... fainting.
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"Okay let's start!" He drew a card "Terra nova asked will the Medababies get the Medaforce? And also, can Medabot babies learn like human children?" He turned to the audience. "Well these are nice and simple. Yes a Meda-baby will get the Medaforce. I think I explained that before but never mind." He smiled lightly. "And yes as well, Medabot children learn like humans, however they learn much faster because they grow much faster, the only thing they are born with is instincts and their parents abilities, though they will not know how to use them."
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"No wonder you are here! I only touched Brass last night, and already you're an adult! Time sure does fly." Metabee started. "I remember the good old days and..."
"Okay, 1) they are your children from another timeline and 2) just... no..." Reaver said, sporting a very fetching band-aid on his fore head after he was beaten by his girl friend.
"Could have been worse, we could have gotten your child." Sumillidon said, pointing to Reaver.
"Children." Miranda corrected. "Reaver is hot stuff in other realms, he has children with many women in many timelines." She smiled, laughing a little. What she meant to say was, for every time line, Reaver has a different spouse, which seems to be the case. Reaver just sweat-dropped.
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"Alright..." Jedi pulled a blue card this time. "And it's out friend Mimic12355, with another few questions." He took a small sip of water. "Can a Medabot the size of a house be pregnant? Can the baby Medabot talk and walk as soon as it's out or is it a normal wait thing? And can a male Medabot have babies?" He looked a bit worried about the last one. "Okay, well first off, I don't think that there are any Femmes that are Gundam sized, but yes I suppose they could have children. But they would be able to create the entire Medabot baby inside them, while some can create the body as well (human sized Medabots can) and some can't (normal sized ones). Question number two, as with the learning of Medabots as far as reading and writing, etc are concerned, the Medabot also has to learn how to talk. Remember, the medal is basically a blank Medal that a mother or father Medabot must imprint a personality upon." He paused a little to think the last one through a couple of times. "As for the last one... No is the answer. It is nothing against homosexual people or Medabots but they can't because there is nowhere for the Medabot baby to go. Hunan men can't have babies because we have no womb, so no is the answer."
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Metabee and Sumillidon looked at each other. "Why does that worry me?"
"Because you're the one Metabee who has all the slash pairings with Rokusho on this 'Fanfiction.net' place I saw! What ever a fan fiction is..." Sumillidon thumbed over to the stag beetle.
"No! It isn't true! I won't listen to it." Metabee places his fingers to where his ears would be and sings a little. "La-la-laa!"
"There is no way on this earth that you, Sumillidon, will EVER be in my good books again. I swear on the grave of professor Hushi." Rokusho scolded him badly as Brass pulled the fingers out of Metabee's 'ears'."
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"Here we go!" Jedi reached down for the next card, but a stray gust of wind blew them all over the place, franticly diving for them he grabbed them all, with what seemed to be only his big toe left on the floor as he was in a precarious position after catching all the stray cards. Breathing a sigh of relief he placed them all down again. Again Foxfire could hear the young author cursing and muttering death threats to who ever left the door open. Finally picking a card he looked at it. "Forsaken Seraph asked since Metabee & Ikki have psychic link {when Ikki went into Medabots dream} is their any chance that if Metabee will fall For the Medabot of the fighter Ikki likes or vice versa?" He paused a little. Well that was an interesting question indeed. "Well, it is only theory but Metabee might have a little link with Ikki, however the personalities, which includes the lies and dislikes, are similar. Though they may be able to tell if each other like or dislike something. Again this is only theory."
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"You know, that is kind of freaky..." Sumillidon stated, nodding, the others joined him.
"I wonder if Ikki knows what I am thinking right now..."
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*at school*
"Has Brass and Metabee left yet?" Erika asked.
"I doubt it. Sometimes that Jedi-and guy talks to much." Ikki said, slumped over his desk.
"Hey! Use your link with him to see what he is thinking!"
"Will it work?" He asked, doubtfully.
"Sure! Paranormal activities are my specialty!" Erika winked, giving the thumbs up.
"Alright..." He closed his eyes and concentrated, "Nope his head is empty, and he isn't trying to contact me."
*back at the Medabot clinic*
Metabee has his hands to the sides of his head "Come-on Ikki! Hear my voice!"
"I knew Ikki was too dumb to realise anything."
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"Okay..." Jedi-and lifted the next card. "1) What happens when there is a threesome (Male and two females)? 2) if a femme bot is pregnant, will it affect her attitude (eg. be more aggressive, withdrawn, protective)?; 3)and will her abilities and defence be enhanced or lowered?" Jedi started to wonder when and where all these questions where coming from. "Alright! Lets start with the obvious one, seeing as it's number one it's a good place to start." He joked before continuing. "To be honest I am not sure because it never came up before, but there are theories. Either both the Femmes become pregnant, or only one, however I'll leave that there. If I continue this might become an X rated talk." Mumbles came out amongst them all as Jedi- and read over the next question. "For number 2) yes their attitude will change, however it really depends on the Medabot, If an aggressive Medabot becomes pregnant, they might become more aggressive, or less. However if an under confident Medabot became pregnant, they might become more protective. Again it really depends on the Medabots personality."
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"Are you hungry Foxfire?" Rokusho asked, looking at her.
"No, I'm fine." She replied calmly, holding her stomach.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Double sure?"
"Yes damn it! I'm sure!" She shouted.
"I don't want you to lift a finger that's all!" Rokusho commented. Brass sighed.
"The male becomes overprotective and the femme becomes aggressive more like..."
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"Alright, next round... Pikaflash asks. What effect does the MedaFighters of the parent Medabot have on the baby Medabot? Well it's simple, none what so ever inside the mother, however if the Medafighter sent and expecting Medabot in to battle then that way they would have and effect on the child. When the Baby-bot is born, then the Medafighter can probably imprint some of his or her personality on to them much like friends and relatives do." Jedi smiled, that seemed simple...
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"Brass, little ground rule..." Metabee started. "No visits from our Medafighters."
"Don't be silly..." She started. "How would our child turn out even if they did come in to contact with Mr Ikki and Miss Erika?" Metabee just looked at her. "Oh god your right..."
"Always are." He beamed as everyone else sweat dropped.
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"Right. time for..." Jedi started as he looked down. "Questions please." He called offstage and prepared to be tackled by the large Death type again, but this was not to be. Instead Revolver walked on with a pile of cards. "Right, is that all the questions for today?"
"Are you joking?! This an't just taday! This is one persons set of questions!" She stretched her back. "Now I need to lay down." Jedi stared in disbelief.
"No. way." He commented, looking down and starting to read them.
"When can a Medababy start robattling?
I thought that the body formed with the medal inside it, so how is it that the medal comes out of a slot?
How does the mother ingest food, and how does that turn into energy?
How can two females get pregnant from each other because I'm guessing that it goes against a law of nature.
Why are the chances of f/f relationships the same as a m/f relationship?
If, say Brass, gets a hair upgrade, will her babies have hair, or will it not count because it was added on?
This relates to my last question some, if, say Metabee's medal is in Sumilidon's body when the information is transfered, then will his kid have his or Sumilidon's physical characteristics?
If a medabot's medafighter makes their medabot read while their pregnant, and the medabot doesn't like to, will that make its kid like to read?
What is the physical limit of babies a medabot can have at once? (just name some specific types like Sailor, Nurse, Mermaid, Cat, etc. . .)(Sorry Neutranurse!)
Is there any kind of "prevention" a medabot can use?
I'm pretty sure that time was add to the length of pregnancy for twin, triplets, etc. . ., so how long is Neutranurse going to be in it?" His eyes where as wide as dinner plates.
"Oh my..." Miranda commented as she watched him try and explain them all.
"Alright, lets give this a shot..." He cleared his throat and started again. "This may be very confusing so please bare with me. A baby Medabot can start to Robattle after they are able to walk, however the recommended age is about 1 or 2 in Medabot years. Medabots live for a very long time, much overshooting their Medafighters, and for every 2 years, is one Medabot year. However you may choose when they start to learn but don't push them to far to fast."
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Crowncat sighed a little. "I started Robattling then I was about 6 months old."
"Yeah well..." Amber tried to beat it but she couldn't. The taller Femme would have poked her tounge out if she could. "Darn you!"
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"Alright. As for the next question I have an answer but it may sound like a contradiction in terms..." He paused yet again. He was doing a lot of that as of late. He clicked a button and a scream came down with a picture of an average Medabot and a Custom Medabot's silhouette on it. "Here's the deal, both happen. A normal Medabot can and will give birth to just the medal IF their partner is a 'from the shelf' model." He pressed another button; it showed the equipment being made inside of the normal Femme. "However." A lot of groans came from the crowd. There is always a however in Jedi's speeches. "However, a Custom Medabot with a custom tin pet, armour and Medal (or one of a combination of these) will give birth to the entire Medabot. This is because there is no other custom Medabots that you can by, this is related to the system by the different electronic signals inside the Medabot which are created by the custom parts." He pressed said button yet again and it showed the Custom femme grow in size with the entire Medabot inside them. Each part was constructed inside them one part at a time. "Unfortunately this means that the Medabots are more drained of energy than usual and will become sore because of the added weight. Sorry girls." Many sighs and groans came from them as he started the next question. "The way a Meda-mother ingests/digests food is by means of a matter transferring laser known as a Nanolathe. When the polarity of the Lathe is reversed, it absorbs energy and matter rather than creating it, this is then referred to as a Guass cannon. These are usually huge so they can take on large objects, however given the small size of food the 'mini Guass' are perfect for transferring the locked energy in food to electrical energy." He tapped his cards on the podium in a proud fashion, before reading the next question. He looked sternly at the question but then relaxed. "I swear your just picking holes in this talk with this next question but alright, I'll answer. The reason two femmes can go together is because it's a glitch in the programming, and new figure state that it's much less of a chance for them to become pregnant off one another. Hair upgrades are an optional extra, however if she were having a baby with a custom father it would get the hairstyle she had at the date of conception. However you can not change Head or Leg Medaparts during pregnancy." He coughed a little. Oh he hated being ill. "Again it would depend on weather or not Metabee's partner was a custom type, but it would only take the information from the medal."
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"Are we restarting the bet on weather or not he'll die?" Deathglare asked.
"Sure, I'll take that bet!" Metabee called.
"Lend me the big stick back there..." Brass pointed to a large metal paddle like sword. Reaver passed it to her. "Thanks."
!!!!! CLANG!!!!!
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Jedi looked out in to the crowd. "Please could you keep it down, I realise that you are restless but please..." He sighed heavily. "Alright! Lets get goin' with the next question." He read it. "If a Medabot reads during pregnancy, it would increase the chance that the baby will enjoy reading. However this is not an exact science and is only an increased chance, However the more you read, the more chance you get I suppose. This next question is similar to another person's questions, lets see here... Well it depends on the model type. A CAT type can easily have 4 children while a Sailor type will probably struggle with one. For the maximum number always look at what animal or thing that represents the Medabot and think of their real life counter part. I just feel sorry for Hopstar, as you know rabbits are always having a lot of babies. So her maximum will be about.. 9 I would say, a Sailor type would be about 3, a CAT type about 4-6 and a flying type will only have one. These are before Medabots use the fertility drugs... Oh! And water types like Oceana, they can have a lot of children because Fish usually have large amounts..."
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Brass started to laugh. "Hopstar and Oceana is SOO going to lose her 'lovely' figure!" She laughed, the max she could have was only about 3. Neutranurse and Wildcat (who was alright now) scolded her.
"I have a plan to show her a thing or two about losing ones figure." Neutranurse said in a hushed tone.
"Oh? Do tell." Wildcat laughed a little.
"What are you two giggling about?" Brass asked as they turned to her.
"Oh nothing, it was a 'you had to be there' thing." Wildcat replied, waving it off. Brass nodded and turned to Metabee to gloat. "But you will be there soon." The girls laughed again, a little more evil than before.
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"Nearly over." Jedi said to himself. "As for 'precautions' as it where, the Femme, or the Male Medabot can switch off the input-out put wave for everything related to this. Simple as that. And as for the time thing, the more children you have the LESS time you spend pregnant, however I have never before encountered someone of Neutranurse's shear size before so we will have to wait and see. And with that I am done with that set of questions!" A small cheer came from the crowd as Jedi raised his hand in triumph.
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Reaver sweat dropped. "Why me? A Death type, the strongest type of Medabot in the universe and I end up with him as my Medafighter... Someone hates me." He sighed and looked over. "How the hell did they..." Somehow, Neutranurse, and more surprisingly wildcat had crept off. Every footstep she took made the ground shake! How did she creep off?!
Over by the refreshments, the large Medabot and her nurse partner had in their hands a large glass and lots of the pregnancy packs that Neutranurse had used the day before...
"Hehe, she won't know what hit her!" Laughing Wildcat held out the glass as the pinker Medabot poured in the drugs to the glass.
"It looks just like milk so she won't know the difference!" Neutranurse laughed. "Now all we must do is wait."
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" Can medaparts be transported, except the head part of course, and if so, would it affect the baby? Well Arm parts maybe, but defiantly not leg and torso parts. The new parts won't effect the children, per say. But if they are heavier they will cause greater stain on an already over stretched torso. Use at your own discretion." Jedi shook his head a little. Man I just sounded like Heero Yui from Gundam wing...
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"I'm just going to get a drink!" Brass called as she jumped up and wandered off. Reaver knew there was something fishy going on here... He didn't follow however. Brass reached the refreshment area and saw the pair of 'fully loaded' mothers and walked over. "Hi."
"Hi Brass, here! We made a drink for you to try." Neutranurse handed her the glass.
"It looks like milk." She said Deadpan. She wasn't going to drink it unless she knew it was safe.
"It is... generally. You looked tired so we got you some special milk. It has some energy enhancers in it." Wildcat lied. Shrugging Brass downed it all in one, while the others looked on, pleased that they had done a descent day's work fooling her.
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"We're on the final leg before the brake folks. Question: Can a Medabot have children with a Kilobot and vice-versa. er..." He wondered what it was but then he realised that it was of the second Medabot series, which he hadn't seen. "I'm sorry I can't answer it today, I'll get back to you on that one." He drew the next card. "Can a metabot the size of a house be pregnant? Well sure, but it may take a little longer for the baby to be made but the Baby would be made in full on the inside. Why?" He gestured to the crowd.
"Because of the custom tin pet!" They called back.
"Simple as that. Last one! Will the Medababies get the Medaforce? Perhaps... well probably because their parents had found a way to tap in to it, so it would be easier for the child to do so." He breathed a sigh of relief and looked back up. "Alright folks! Time for a break! Remember, ask me if you have a question!" and with that, he left the podium. He walked up to Revolver. "I want you get phone Masked Author and ask if he wants to work for me. I'll need his help for putting his theory in to practice later on." With that, he went to have a break.
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Will any more questions arrive? And will Brass be tricked in to having more children than humanly possible? Find out next time.
By Jedi-and
Disclaimer thingy: I own as much as between the two lines = which means I only own my characters and that as they say is that.
Authors note: sorry for the delay, but after taking a week out to become more enlightened on why I didn't feel like writing, I found my answer...
I had writers block...
Yes, I have the dreaded thing known as WB (not Warner Brothers or welcome back) and it doesn't seem to want to go away, which is affecting the fics I write, and the Paired fics I do. Unfortunately I also have Artist Block at the same time and Video game block (Meaning I can't draw or play/decide on a game I want to play), which is driving me insane... if I carry on like this I will go MAD! There is nothing I can do or do right! So please forgive me on this because this might be... well... poor. Please enjoy all the same.
There is one more thing! Please limit your questions to one at a time!
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Part Nine: The questions. And who burnt them...
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"Where are they, where are they?!" Bee called as she threw box after box from the shelves to look for the reviews. "Argh!" she pulled more and more boxes off the shelf and started to panic. "Give me a brake, PLEASE!" she said, hoping to get everything sorted. She finally found the box, "Ah ha! Reviews!" she lifted up the lid and sorted through the questions, grabbing those, which she could. She turned and Wildcat was at the door to the vault, with lots of blankets over her. Even with those Blankets, you could tell her stomach had grown and she was bigger than the door! Though Jedi- and's vault door was the size of a normal single door... "Ack! Oh, H-hello miss W-wildcat..." Unfortunately for Bee, she was Jedi-and's most timid Medabot, and with out someone here to help her, she didn't know how to react to her.
"Hello." Her aqua optics dimmed a little as she yawned. "I'm Hungry, any food?" she asked. Taking a booming step closer. It was okay for the more timid Medabot. Bee was a... well... a Bee so she was floating above the ground.
"W-Well there w-was some food I-I saved f-for you." She said, nervous as ever.
"Had that, I mean more food." She too another step closer towards the door. Secretly Bee was afraid she'd get stuck in the doorway but she never would admit it. Bee had left a large portion of food for her, and she needed more? Not two Medabots could wrap their arms around the girl she was that big.
"W-W-well I will G-get you some f-food when I d-d-d-delivered these q- questions to Mr J-Jedi." She said making her way to the door. This seemed to upset Wildfire.
"Come on! There has to be more!" She called, folding her arms as best she could. Each step was monstrous because of her weight. "I suppose it isn't your fault..." She sighed and turned around to walk back to the main hall. Bee wiped the proverbial sweat from her brow and turned back to the questions. She was ALWAYS nervous, only those closest to her made her feel safe. She floated out of the room, loosely leafing through the cards. A large heavy clang brought her out of her thoughts as she looked up; Wildcat was sitting on the floor, beneath a large crater in the wall. Bee looked up at who had done the damage to Wildcat, but they where gone with lightning speed. A few Medabots came rushing as Bee tried to lift the huge Wildcat up. Luckily, Reaver was around to help out.
"What happened?" He asked, his imposing figure looming over all of them. Bee, although next to her much feared 'brother', wasn't the least bit timid around him.
"Wildcat got attacked, I hope she's alright." Bee shouted, holding the questions loosely in one hand.
"You go take them to Jedi! I'll help large miss Wildcat." Even with Reaver's excessive strength it was first thing in the morning, and he didn't much feel like lifting much so he just pulled her to her feet, before she fell over on to her stomach.
"Argh!" She tried to roll over so she could get up on her own, but she couldn't. Reaver could barely control his laughter, before Wildfire hit him and knocked him flat on his backside.
"Cruel baka!" This proves that Death types should not mess with life types.
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"Jedi!" Jedi-and was just about to go back up to the podium, he was in his usual suit thing and Miranda was just brushing off the crumbs as Jedi finished buttoning it up. Miranda had the hard task, again her height made it quiet difficult.
"Ahh, there they are. Thanks Bee." Jedi took them and then realised something.
"There more question here than last time." Miranda said, clumsily in English. And she was right! There was a lot more. This may take some time.
"Well, here we go." Jedi nodded slightly and waked on stage, with the others all sitting down already for this morning's talk. "Good morning, I hope you all slept well." He ducked quickly, avoiding the odd bit of bacon and eggs. "I'll take that as a no." He straightens himself again and looked out. "Anyway, let us begin." He flipped open the first few cards.
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"Here we go again..." Metabee sighed as he sat down from throwing said bacon.
"I'm still not speaking to you after you tried it on last night in my sleep!" Brass said, folding her arms.
"Do you mind keeping it down! I want to hear this!" A call came from behind. They looked around there where 2 femmes. One looked like a taller, more human shaped Peppercat, around about 5ft tall. She was tall and slender with a large, hair like plume coming from the top of her head and going down to the small of her back. And the other was a Brass look alike that had missile launchers and gold edges, however she seemed more robust than Brass.
"Who the..." Metabee started.
"Hello Crowncat, Amber. Please have a seat." Miranda said, pointing to the empty seat behind the audience.
"You look more gothic than our version." The red CAT said. It was true, Miranda had time to put on her make-up, and today she decided to try the gothic lady look, her dark hair was set off by the light makeup she put on her skin to make her seem pale. Dark purple lips stick and eye shadow carried the look perfectly with the black leather choker on her neck. She wore a black all over, including her usual big black trainers.
"I know. But..." She was about to finish but a Medabot tapped her on the shoulder. How demeaning to a person's height. Being able to be tapped on the shoulder by a Medabot. She turned around, hoping that her huge over sized mallet of doom, wouldn't be used.
"Yo, who are these guys?" Metabee asked, standing on the chair.
"This is Crowncat and Amber. Centurion and Peppercat where the parents of Crowncat, and you and Brass are the proud parents to be for Amber." They waved a little as Brass did something she has gotten good at... fainting.
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"Okay let's start!" He drew a card "Terra nova asked will the Medababies get the Medaforce? And also, can Medabot babies learn like human children?" He turned to the audience. "Well these are nice and simple. Yes a Meda-baby will get the Medaforce. I think I explained that before but never mind." He smiled lightly. "And yes as well, Medabot children learn like humans, however they learn much faster because they grow much faster, the only thing they are born with is instincts and their parents abilities, though they will not know how to use them."
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"No wonder you are here! I only touched Brass last night, and already you're an adult! Time sure does fly." Metabee started. "I remember the good old days and..."
"Okay, 1) they are your children from another timeline and 2) just... no..." Reaver said, sporting a very fetching band-aid on his fore head after he was beaten by his girl friend.
"Could have been worse, we could have gotten your child." Sumillidon said, pointing to Reaver.
"Children." Miranda corrected. "Reaver is hot stuff in other realms, he has children with many women in many timelines." She smiled, laughing a little. What she meant to say was, for every time line, Reaver has a different spouse, which seems to be the case. Reaver just sweat-dropped.
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"Alright..." Jedi pulled a blue card this time. "And it's out friend Mimic12355, with another few questions." He took a small sip of water. "Can a Medabot the size of a house be pregnant? Can the baby Medabot talk and walk as soon as it's out or is it a normal wait thing? And can a male Medabot have babies?" He looked a bit worried about the last one. "Okay, well first off, I don't think that there are any Femmes that are Gundam sized, but yes I suppose they could have children. But they would be able to create the entire Medabot baby inside them, while some can create the body as well (human sized Medabots can) and some can't (normal sized ones). Question number two, as with the learning of Medabots as far as reading and writing, etc are concerned, the Medabot also has to learn how to talk. Remember, the medal is basically a blank Medal that a mother or father Medabot must imprint a personality upon." He paused a little to think the last one through a couple of times. "As for the last one... No is the answer. It is nothing against homosexual people or Medabots but they can't because there is nowhere for the Medabot baby to go. Hunan men can't have babies because we have no womb, so no is the answer."
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Metabee and Sumillidon looked at each other. "Why does that worry me?"
"Because you're the one Metabee who has all the slash pairings with Rokusho on this 'Fanfiction.net' place I saw! What ever a fan fiction is..." Sumillidon thumbed over to the stag beetle.
"No! It isn't true! I won't listen to it." Metabee places his fingers to where his ears would be and sings a little. "La-la-laa!"
"There is no way on this earth that you, Sumillidon, will EVER be in my good books again. I swear on the grave of professor Hushi." Rokusho scolded him badly as Brass pulled the fingers out of Metabee's 'ears'."
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"Here we go!" Jedi reached down for the next card, but a stray gust of wind blew them all over the place, franticly diving for them he grabbed them all, with what seemed to be only his big toe left on the floor as he was in a precarious position after catching all the stray cards. Breathing a sigh of relief he placed them all down again. Again Foxfire could hear the young author cursing and muttering death threats to who ever left the door open. Finally picking a card he looked at it. "Forsaken Seraph asked since Metabee & Ikki have psychic link {when Ikki went into Medabots dream} is their any chance that if Metabee will fall For the Medabot of the fighter Ikki likes or vice versa?" He paused a little. Well that was an interesting question indeed. "Well, it is only theory but Metabee might have a little link with Ikki, however the personalities, which includes the lies and dislikes, are similar. Though they may be able to tell if each other like or dislike something. Again this is only theory."
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"You know, that is kind of freaky..." Sumillidon stated, nodding, the others joined him.
"I wonder if Ikki knows what I am thinking right now..."
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*at school*
"Has Brass and Metabee left yet?" Erika asked.
"I doubt it. Sometimes that Jedi-and guy talks to much." Ikki said, slumped over his desk.
"Hey! Use your link with him to see what he is thinking!"
"Will it work?" He asked, doubtfully.
"Sure! Paranormal activities are my specialty!" Erika winked, giving the thumbs up.
"Alright..." He closed his eyes and concentrated, "Nope his head is empty, and he isn't trying to contact me."
*back at the Medabot clinic*
Metabee has his hands to the sides of his head "Come-on Ikki! Hear my voice!"
"I knew Ikki was too dumb to realise anything."
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"Okay..." Jedi-and lifted the next card. "1) What happens when there is a threesome (Male and two females)? 2) if a femme bot is pregnant, will it affect her attitude (eg. be more aggressive, withdrawn, protective)?; 3)and will her abilities and defence be enhanced or lowered?" Jedi started to wonder when and where all these questions where coming from. "Alright! Lets start with the obvious one, seeing as it's number one it's a good place to start." He joked before continuing. "To be honest I am not sure because it never came up before, but there are theories. Either both the Femmes become pregnant, or only one, however I'll leave that there. If I continue this might become an X rated talk." Mumbles came out amongst them all as Jedi- and read over the next question. "For number 2) yes their attitude will change, however it really depends on the Medabot, If an aggressive Medabot becomes pregnant, they might become more aggressive, or less. However if an under confident Medabot became pregnant, they might become more protective. Again it really depends on the Medabots personality."
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"Are you hungry Foxfire?" Rokusho asked, looking at her.
"No, I'm fine." She replied calmly, holding her stomach.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Double sure?"
"Yes damn it! I'm sure!" She shouted.
"I don't want you to lift a finger that's all!" Rokusho commented. Brass sighed.
"The male becomes overprotective and the femme becomes aggressive more like..."
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"Alright, next round... Pikaflash asks. What effect does the MedaFighters of the parent Medabot have on the baby Medabot? Well it's simple, none what so ever inside the mother, however if the Medafighter sent and expecting Medabot in to battle then that way they would have and effect on the child. When the Baby-bot is born, then the Medafighter can probably imprint some of his or her personality on to them much like friends and relatives do." Jedi smiled, that seemed simple...
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"Brass, little ground rule..." Metabee started. "No visits from our Medafighters."
"Don't be silly..." She started. "How would our child turn out even if they did come in to contact with Mr Ikki and Miss Erika?" Metabee just looked at her. "Oh god your right..."
"Always are." He beamed as everyone else sweat dropped.
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"Right. time for..." Jedi started as he looked down. "Questions please." He called offstage and prepared to be tackled by the large Death type again, but this was not to be. Instead Revolver walked on with a pile of cards. "Right, is that all the questions for today?"
"Are you joking?! This an't just taday! This is one persons set of questions!" She stretched her back. "Now I need to lay down." Jedi stared in disbelief.
"No. way." He commented, looking down and starting to read them.
"When can a Medababy start robattling?
I thought that the body formed with the medal inside it, so how is it that the medal comes out of a slot?
How does the mother ingest food, and how does that turn into energy?
How can two females get pregnant from each other because I'm guessing that it goes against a law of nature.
Why are the chances of f/f relationships the same as a m/f relationship?
If, say Brass, gets a hair upgrade, will her babies have hair, or will it not count because it was added on?
This relates to my last question some, if, say Metabee's medal is in Sumilidon's body when the information is transfered, then will his kid have his or Sumilidon's physical characteristics?
If a medabot's medafighter makes their medabot read while their pregnant, and the medabot doesn't like to, will that make its kid like to read?
What is the physical limit of babies a medabot can have at once? (just name some specific types like Sailor, Nurse, Mermaid, Cat, etc. . .)(Sorry Neutranurse!)
Is there any kind of "prevention" a medabot can use?
I'm pretty sure that time was add to the length of pregnancy for twin, triplets, etc. . ., so how long is Neutranurse going to be in it?" His eyes where as wide as dinner plates.
"Oh my..." Miranda commented as she watched him try and explain them all.
"Alright, lets give this a shot..." He cleared his throat and started again. "This may be very confusing so please bare with me. A baby Medabot can start to Robattle after they are able to walk, however the recommended age is about 1 or 2 in Medabot years. Medabots live for a very long time, much overshooting their Medafighters, and for every 2 years, is one Medabot year. However you may choose when they start to learn but don't push them to far to fast."
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Crowncat sighed a little. "I started Robattling then I was about 6 months old."
"Yeah well..." Amber tried to beat it but she couldn't. The taller Femme would have poked her tounge out if she could. "Darn you!"
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"Alright. As for the next question I have an answer but it may sound like a contradiction in terms..." He paused yet again. He was doing a lot of that as of late. He clicked a button and a scream came down with a picture of an average Medabot and a Custom Medabot's silhouette on it. "Here's the deal, both happen. A normal Medabot can and will give birth to just the medal IF their partner is a 'from the shelf' model." He pressed another button; it showed the equipment being made inside of the normal Femme. "However." A lot of groans came from the crowd. There is always a however in Jedi's speeches. "However, a Custom Medabot with a custom tin pet, armour and Medal (or one of a combination of these) will give birth to the entire Medabot. This is because there is no other custom Medabots that you can by, this is related to the system by the different electronic signals inside the Medabot which are created by the custom parts." He pressed said button yet again and it showed the Custom femme grow in size with the entire Medabot inside them. Each part was constructed inside them one part at a time. "Unfortunately this means that the Medabots are more drained of energy than usual and will become sore because of the added weight. Sorry girls." Many sighs and groans came from them as he started the next question. "The way a Meda-mother ingests/digests food is by means of a matter transferring laser known as a Nanolathe. When the polarity of the Lathe is reversed, it absorbs energy and matter rather than creating it, this is then referred to as a Guass cannon. These are usually huge so they can take on large objects, however given the small size of food the 'mini Guass' are perfect for transferring the locked energy in food to electrical energy." He tapped his cards on the podium in a proud fashion, before reading the next question. He looked sternly at the question but then relaxed. "I swear your just picking holes in this talk with this next question but alright, I'll answer. The reason two femmes can go together is because it's a glitch in the programming, and new figure state that it's much less of a chance for them to become pregnant off one another. Hair upgrades are an optional extra, however if she were having a baby with a custom father it would get the hairstyle she had at the date of conception. However you can not change Head or Leg Medaparts during pregnancy." He coughed a little. Oh he hated being ill. "Again it would depend on weather or not Metabee's partner was a custom type, but it would only take the information from the medal."
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"Are we restarting the bet on weather or not he'll die?" Deathglare asked.
"Sure, I'll take that bet!" Metabee called.
"Lend me the big stick back there..." Brass pointed to a large metal paddle like sword. Reaver passed it to her. "Thanks."
!!!!! CLANG!!!!!
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Jedi looked out in to the crowd. "Please could you keep it down, I realise that you are restless but please..." He sighed heavily. "Alright! Lets get goin' with the next question." He read it. "If a Medabot reads during pregnancy, it would increase the chance that the baby will enjoy reading. However this is not an exact science and is only an increased chance, However the more you read, the more chance you get I suppose. This next question is similar to another person's questions, lets see here... Well it depends on the model type. A CAT type can easily have 4 children while a Sailor type will probably struggle with one. For the maximum number always look at what animal or thing that represents the Medabot and think of their real life counter part. I just feel sorry for Hopstar, as you know rabbits are always having a lot of babies. So her maximum will be about.. 9 I would say, a Sailor type would be about 3, a CAT type about 4-6 and a flying type will only have one. These are before Medabots use the fertility drugs... Oh! And water types like Oceana, they can have a lot of children because Fish usually have large amounts..."
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Brass started to laugh. "Hopstar and Oceana is SOO going to lose her 'lovely' figure!" She laughed, the max she could have was only about 3. Neutranurse and Wildcat (who was alright now) scolded her.
"I have a plan to show her a thing or two about losing ones figure." Neutranurse said in a hushed tone.
"Oh? Do tell." Wildcat laughed a little.
"What are you two giggling about?" Brass asked as they turned to her.
"Oh nothing, it was a 'you had to be there' thing." Wildcat replied, waving it off. Brass nodded and turned to Metabee to gloat. "But you will be there soon." The girls laughed again, a little more evil than before.
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"Nearly over." Jedi said to himself. "As for 'precautions' as it where, the Femme, or the Male Medabot can switch off the input-out put wave for everything related to this. Simple as that. And as for the time thing, the more children you have the LESS time you spend pregnant, however I have never before encountered someone of Neutranurse's shear size before so we will have to wait and see. And with that I am done with that set of questions!" A small cheer came from the crowd as Jedi raised his hand in triumph.
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Reaver sweat dropped. "Why me? A Death type, the strongest type of Medabot in the universe and I end up with him as my Medafighter... Someone hates me." He sighed and looked over. "How the hell did they..." Somehow, Neutranurse, and more surprisingly wildcat had crept off. Every footstep she took made the ground shake! How did she creep off?!
Over by the refreshments, the large Medabot and her nurse partner had in their hands a large glass and lots of the pregnancy packs that Neutranurse had used the day before...
"Hehe, she won't know what hit her!" Laughing Wildcat held out the glass as the pinker Medabot poured in the drugs to the glass.
"It looks just like milk so she won't know the difference!" Neutranurse laughed. "Now all we must do is wait."
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" Can medaparts be transported, except the head part of course, and if so, would it affect the baby? Well Arm parts maybe, but defiantly not leg and torso parts. The new parts won't effect the children, per say. But if they are heavier they will cause greater stain on an already over stretched torso. Use at your own discretion." Jedi shook his head a little. Man I just sounded like Heero Yui from Gundam wing...
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"I'm just going to get a drink!" Brass called as she jumped up and wandered off. Reaver knew there was something fishy going on here... He didn't follow however. Brass reached the refreshment area and saw the pair of 'fully loaded' mothers and walked over. "Hi."
"Hi Brass, here! We made a drink for you to try." Neutranurse handed her the glass.
"It looks like milk." She said Deadpan. She wasn't going to drink it unless she knew it was safe.
"It is... generally. You looked tired so we got you some special milk. It has some energy enhancers in it." Wildcat lied. Shrugging Brass downed it all in one, while the others looked on, pleased that they had done a descent day's work fooling her.
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"We're on the final leg before the brake folks. Question: Can a Medabot have children with a Kilobot and vice-versa. er..." He wondered what it was but then he realised that it was of the second Medabot series, which he hadn't seen. "I'm sorry I can't answer it today, I'll get back to you on that one." He drew the next card. "Can a metabot the size of a house be pregnant? Well sure, but it may take a little longer for the baby to be made but the Baby would be made in full on the inside. Why?" He gestured to the crowd.
"Because of the custom tin pet!" They called back.
"Simple as that. Last one! Will the Medababies get the Medaforce? Perhaps... well probably because their parents had found a way to tap in to it, so it would be easier for the child to do so." He breathed a sigh of relief and looked back up. "Alright folks! Time for a break! Remember, ask me if you have a question!" and with that, he left the podium. He walked up to Revolver. "I want you get phone Masked Author and ask if he wants to work for me. I'll need his help for putting his theory in to practice later on." With that, he went to have a break.
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Will any more questions arrive? And will Brass be tricked in to having more children than humanly possible? Find out next time.