Disclaimer: I do not own Medabots or any related names and brand,I am writting this fic out of fun and I'm not making any profit from it and I'm poor,please don't sue me! My friend Palladin created the female Space Medafighter X and certain related concepts.
Review replying!
Shinobi Kensai: I know there is the World Medabot Federation, but they have a division taking care of Japan. The World Federation sets the rule, and the Japan Federation enforce them in Japan. Get it? It's kinda like the diferent Olympic Comitee in the diferent country of the world today.
Super Hurricane: I never said I choose YOUR Medabots, I just said I choose the Medabots for Team USA, you will have to wait like everybody to find them out.
Kalvin: This is called the Magic of Animation, or in this case, Magic of Fanfic. Nobody explained why all the participant in the show's tournament speak Japanese.
Shadow Knight: Thanks... not much to reply to... yeah me too I hope it won't go to his head... lss stuff to write hehehe.
Mad-man: Sorry man. A dwarf bot? You mean his look or his personality? Thanks.
by:HellRavenmon
Adam looked at the small shape before him. He eyed it carefully for a second then grabbed it with his hand and quickly put it in his mouth. He chewed the sushi a few times before swallowing.
"DELICIOUS! This is so much better than Yan's Sushi Bar in Victoria. "He declared with a broad smile.
"Yan's Sushi Bar? That's your only reference for japanese cooking? the cook there is from Europe for god sake!" Replied Sophie, shaking her head.
"How do you know?" Inquired the young man.
"Because it's an Italian Mafia hideout." Answered the girl matter of factly, returning to her food.
"You gotta let me interview you sometime Sophie! Your life would make an awesome article!" Proposed Erika.
"Hmm... I don't know if I want to remember that part of my life but...hey why not. Maybe after the tournament... CAPTAIN Adam wants us to train every morning." Answered the other girl, sending a sharp glare toward Adam, who didn't even flinch, altough Sophie's glare could make any full grown adult step back.
Off course the fact that he was now stuffing his face with sushi was helping him ignore the angry former bounty hunter. It was obvious Adam had never learned how to use chopstick because he was using his hand, making Sophie and Martin feel completly humiliated. Adam stopped long enough to shoot a 'charming' rice filled smile at a pretty waitress before diving back in his food. The few other customers in the store looked at the full grown man eating like a kid while the kids were eating with all the correct manners, sweatdropping.
In the mean time, the Medabots were hanging around the pile of luggage just outside the restaurant. Ravenhawk was caught in a headlock performed by Harwing because he tried to tell another one of his stupid jokes. Snomotor was trying to calm her down.
"Com'on! Don't be so testy about it, his jokes are SO bad! You'll unscrew his head if you keep pulling like that!" He said.
In the meantime Ravenhawk didn't look anything concerned and just giggled... like he was being tickled!
"I don't think this kind of attitude will be good for teamwork." Commented Brass, before she took a picture.
"You're not gonna publish that are you?" Asked Harwing, letting go of her prey andl etting him fall to the ground.
"No...I'm thinking of making us a memory album, with a bunch of pictures, this will be perfect for it! This tournament isn't just competition, it's a great time to make new friends." Explained Brass.
" A very noble idea lady Brass, for those who battle with honor have no reason to hate each other and can remain friends even through the hardiest of battles." Added Gallahaste, looking over to Metabee.
"I'm so with you on that one Old Buddy!" Agreed the KBT.
Snomotor and Harwing nodded in agrement, Ravenhawk had to get up before he could answer by a nod of his own.
"That reminds me... do you know the one about the Knight of the Round Table and the Turkish pirate?" Asked the TTM Medabot.
"ENOUGH WITH THOSE!" Shouted an exasperated Harwing, lunching her fist at incredible speed and really close range, aiming to deck the annoying Ravenhawk across the face... but all she hit was air.
"I'll take that as a yes." He said... from right behind her.
Harwing blinked before turning around "Huh?!? How did... what the..."
"You're... pretty fast... " Said an awe struck Metabee.
"Yeah..." Simply said Ravenhawk, it wasn't like a brag, more like a fact.
At the same time, three people and three Medabots walked by the food court, probably heading for the exit. They two had lots of luggage on a troley. One of them then lookedo ver the japanese restaurant, who's wide open entrace made it easy to spot the ungracefully eating Adam and his gang. The man also noticed the Medabots by the entrace.
"Go ahead, I'll be there in a minute." He then told the other two, before breaking away from the group with his Medabot.
Ravenhawk and Harwing were trying to retell their robattle together, but neither of them could decide on who performed the first hit and they arguing over it. But then Ravenhawk stopped and looked toward the man and his Medabot walking toward the restaurant.
"Are you listening to me?" Asked Harwing, noticing her teamate's lack of attention.
The others followed his line of sight and saw the duo as well.
"Hey isn't that..." Began Brass before the man entered, ordering the Medabot to stay behind.
So we meet again... I knew you would be to this tournament." Commented the Medabot.
He was orange with blasters on his arms, four on one side, 2 on the other and he had a distinct african theme to himself. The whole group recognized him, the Medabot of the present World Champion, the one who won the prestigious Geneva Tournament a few months ago.
"Warbandit..." Started Ravenhawk, glaring back at the Kenyan Medabot, with renewed air of seriousness.
KLN-111214
Warbandit, King Lion-type
Medafighter: Victor
Special Attack: Shooting
Inside, a realitvely similar scene as occuring. The table where Team Canada and their Japanese friends were sitting was lively with chatters, the kids exchanging Robattle stories and other things kids like to talk about, like complaining about their parents. Off course, in term of craziness, Ikki's mom took the cake, she was sweet, but too much sweet can be bad for your health. Suddenly they all went dead silent, leaving only Adam's eating noise being heard. A man was standing a few feet behind the Canadian team captain, he was bald and was wearing sunglasses. He looked very mean and unfriendly. It was none other than Victor of Kenya, the World champion!
"Is that how a Team Captain acts? Do you want people to know the most powerful Medafighter in Canada is a total buffon Adam?" Asked Victor, venom in his voice.
Adam stopped eating and swallowed what was left in his mouth, before quickly standing up, glaring toward the man. For a change Adam looked serious.
"Mister Victor, sir, can I have you autograph please, sir?" Suddenly asked Ikki, standing beside the champion, holding a pencil and a notebook, stars filling his eyes.
Erika slapped her forehead, this was no way to act toward a rival, especially not a friendly one.
Victor looked at Ikki without much consideration "I'm here for some silly idolizing kid, I'm here to speak with him!" He said, pointing to were Adam was standing... at least a few seconds ago.
Victor blinked at the sudden dissapearance of the young man before he realize he was at his side, beside Ikki. The most suprising thing was that Adam was holding a pen and a notebook too.
"Can I have one too Victor?" He Inquired.
Martin, Sophie and Erika fell off their chair while Victor cringed.
"Grrr stop messing around Canada-Boy! You're the closest thing to a rival I got in this silly competition! You don't ask rivals for autograph! " Complained the older man.
"So you're not gonna give me an autograph?" Simply replied Adam.
Victor growled again "Listen up well Cannuck, you're not gonna get me with your silly routine this time. You asked me the same thing during the Genava Tournament and I underestimated you. It cost me a lot and this time I'll be careful. I want to tell you I will win this tournament just like I won the Geneva one! And if I find you in my way I will beat your little silly Medabot into a pulp!"
Adam paused and for a second, everyone expected him to reply by something ridiculous, maybe ask for his autograph again, but what came next surprised everybody, including Sophie " And I don't intend to loose to YOU. Victor." He declared, with the same venomous tone, glaring menacingly at the champion.
Victor scoffed, obviously unimpressed by the surprising threat "I'll be going now...and for the love of everything sacred, don't eat with your hands! Your are dishonoring the World Robattle Championship!" He then headed toward the door.
"Hey what about my autograph!" Complained Ikki.
"You're the third Medafighter in Japan, Ikki Tenryo, aren't you?" Asked Victor, getting a nod. "I don't sign autographs, and certainly not for my opponent... but I will give you a useful advice... don't underestimate that fool, you might pay it dearly... you do want a chance to Robattle me don't you?" He explained, refering to Adam as the fool, before turning his back on Ikki and leaving the restaurant.
"What'S with him?" Inquired Martin.
"I dunno... maybe he's jealous of my hair." Proposed Adam, shrugging.
"I know what it is... Before I be friend you guys I tought fighting was all there was to life and all I could expect from it... Victor must have suffered some tragic events in the past..." Said Sophie, crossing her arms.
While that happened, Ravenhawk and Warbandit were glaring at each other. Metabee was expecting a great robattle to suddenly break out in the middle of the airport, but Ravenhawk prooved once again that his Medafighter had affected his personality.
"Warbandit... HEY OLD BUDDY! GIMME FIVE!" Cheerfully said the Totem Medabot, helding out a hand in the air.
The other Medabots, beside Warbandit, fell back anime style, completly taken aback by the TTM's act. Even those used to him like Snomotor and Harwing. Warbandit didn't seam to react.
Seeing the other Medabot standing still like he didn't even have a Medal working, Ravenhawk retaliated his call ,still holding his hand up in the air"Gimme five! Com'on pal! Warbandit?Old Buddy! Compadre! Amigos! Mon Pote? Yo WarB... You there?"
Then the KLN finally spoke "Why do you act like this?"
His voice sounded so emotionless, it disturbed Metabee greetly because he had detected his Rare Medal, and he had never met a Medabot with a Rare Medal acting so... bland. Warbandit was acting like any run the mill Medabot, maybe even worse, even ArcBeetle, shy and regretful was more lively than this guy.
"What do you mean? I'm just being natural." Replied the confused Ravenhawk, finally lowering his hand.
"I mean.. why are you being so friendly to me. Last time we met I blasted you into smitherins." Explained the King Lion -type.
Ravenhawk looked quizically at him "Yeah... and I cut your left arm off and gave you a little haircut... your point being?"
"Nevermind." Simply said Warbandit, turning his back on the odd Totem Medabot.
Brass took the opportunity to get closer to the champion Medabot.
"Hmm...mister Warbandit sir, can I take your picture and ask you a few question? It's for the Meda-News a Medabot Newspaper." She asked.
"A...Medabot Newspaper?" Asked Warbandit, sounding surprised. "Well...I'll...have to ask my Medafighter's permission first." He then added.
Just at that moment, an angry Victor exitted the restaurant. "That annoying .. grr... Warbandit! We're leaving!" He ordered.
The orange Medabot didn't even took the time to say goodbye to the gang and quickly followed his Medafighter.
"What's with him?" Asked Snomotor, looking at the duo quickly walking toward the exit.
"Yeah... he sounds more like a little faithful puppy than a King Lion." Added Harwing.
"His Medafighter is very strict." Answered Ravenhawk... there was an ounce of sadness in his usually cheerful voice.
But it quickly went away. "I know what will cheer us up! A good joke!"
Ravenhawk quickly blocked a punch aimed at his face coming from Harwing. "Now that I think about it... anybody knows how to play poker?" He added, sweatdropping.
"You're wiser than you look... but I hope you got money to pay Bird-brain." Replied the HRF Medabot, as she pulled out a deck of playing cards from apparantly nowhere.
Ravenhawk quickly replied to the challenge "You're on bird-girl!"
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Three figures were sitting around a japanese style coffee table in a dark room. One was a man kneeling in a traditionnal fashion, one was a Medabot sitting on the ground across him on the other side of the table and in betweem them was a second man, sitting on a comfortable looking chair and petting a cat on his lap. The second man was lost in the shadows but it was clear he was short and had a labcoat on, as well as a strange headgear. It was none other than the mysterious leader of the Rubberobo Gang: Dr. Meta-Evil. The first man was as dangerous as his companion, it was Kinlyu Fuuma, the well known and well feared assasin. The third figure, ther Medabot, was a Sphinx type Medabot with piercing red eyes, the one known as Jaken. Meta-Evil sipped on a mug of coffee as Kinlyu drank tea from a cup. The Medabot seamed to watch them with impatient interest. The ninja had removed his face plate but most of his face still remained shaddowed and it was almost imposible to tell what he really looked like.
"You did great in the last week Mr. Fuuma." Then said Dr. Meta-Evil, putting his mug on the low table. " Is the training complete?"
"Yes. I tought them all the nessecary basics." Calmly replied the ninja.
"Good... I expect your men to be ready to play their role Meta-Evil. My plan was designed with precise details, one mistake could throw it all off!" Asked the Medabot, turning to the older of the two humans.
"Don't worry Jaken. They might not be the best of thieves but they are gifted when it comes to acting."Answered the doctor." Kinlyu, did you manage to... recover the medals of those 'special enforcer' I want my men to be able to call upon during the final stage of our operation?" Then inquired the mad scientist.
"All five of them right here." Said Kinlyu, throwing five Medals on the table.
"Superb! Their experience will prove useful in the fight against those pesky kids that always seam to mess up my plans... this time we'll make sure they do not double cross us, but I doubt that without their leader they will pose much of a threat to us. This will be perfect... soon... the world shall be ours!" Declared MEta-Evil, raising his fist in the air triumphally, before breaking in a mad laughter.
"You knew him long before I did, does he always laugh like that?" Inquired Jaken, as Meta-Evil kept his insane laughter.
"All the time." Sighed Kinlyu, before taking another sip of tea. "Nice tea." He commented.
To Be Continued...
What's with Victor and Warbandit? What is the true power of Ravenhawk and Adam, are they really just buffoons? What kind of plans has the association of Dr. Meta-Evil, the mysterious Jaken and the deadly Kinlyu Fuuma has produced? And what are those five Medals? Don't miss the next chapter of Third Challenge!