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. Kinlyu Fuuma and his moves are my own creations.
AN: Wow it's been a long time since I worked on this, sorry everyone about the delay! I got two more fics to work on and my job has been getting in my way for a while... but now I'm kinda fired so it won't matter anymore ...
Ravenhawk: Kinda fired? How can you be 'kinda' fired?!?"
Hush you projection of my imagination! It means the boss doesn't need me, only to replace when someone's sick, he basically doesn't have the balls to plain out fire me. It leaves me with a highly unstable schedule and no hours --. Anyways... I need to speed this fic along to finish it soon. This fic is really testing my skill with it's multitude of characters, the insane ammount of robattles and the fact that I barely have any plans for the ending, I hope you guys appreciate my hard work.
Adam and Ravenhawk slowly walked to their hotel room, Adam seamed very gloom and looked very troubled. He swiped the card key and open the door. The Medabot was about to follow his Medafighter when he suddenly stopped.
"Go ahead...I have... something to do. Good night." He said.
"Yeah... yeah..." Simply replied the young man.
Ravenhawk closed the door and look at the large bay window at the end of the corridor, in the moonlight he could see the shadowed figure of Harwing and Snomotor. He sighed sightly and walked to them. A few minutes later the three Medabots emerged on the building's panoramical roof terrace. The night was crisp and clear and the moon was shiny brightly. Ravenhawk leaned back nonchalantly against the railing.
"I guess you want to know right?" Asked the TTM Medabot.
"We're your team mates Ravenhawk, we have the right to know if it might reduce our efficiency in the arena. What is up betweem Adam and George? When he heard about the match at first he seamed thrilled but..." Started Snomotor, Harwing staying solemn and silent.
"But when he saw George it brought him down... I noticed." Interupted Ravenhawk, turning to look at the city. "Adam tought he could face George again but when he saw him it reopened an old wound he tought had healed."
"What do you mean?" Asked Harwing.
"It all started during Adam's college year..." He began
"He REALLY went to college?"Asked the female Medabot.
"Yeah... he got a diploma to prove it. He studied archeology and that's how he met Space Medafighter X...anyway, as you know he was studying in the US and he was George's roomate. We all got along pretty fine, devlopping a friendly rivalry and we robattled often..."Ravenhawk took a moment to enjoy the memory "But their rivalry was not only in battle, but also in love. Both had their eyes set on a young woman named Dana. They would ask her out all the time, one after the other but neither of them could fully conquer her heart. It was almost a routine when it all happened... Adam and Dana were on the road back from the movie theatre, I wasn't there so I don't know all the details but on the road they encountered a drunk driver who collided with their car and forced them right off the road. The crash down the hill there was terrible... Adam managed to survive, mostly because he had enough reflex to avoid a tree branch that would have gone through his skull... sadly Dana didn't have much luck and..." The totem -type couldn't finish the sentance.
"She died." plainly, but brutally, added Harwing.
"She was already gone by the time the ambulance arrived. They caught the driver and he was punished by law. He's still in prison today. Even there Adam feel it's his fault Dana died, and George believes it too. I fear George will never forgive Adam until Adam forgive himself. Ever since that day Adam can't or won't drive, and he hate alchool with a passion. You see Adam as a bumbling clown but that'.s just a facade, you've seen him in battle... that's his true nature. We've been together long enough that I know he's just trying to look calm and happy, and even if he fool everybodyt, including himself, I know he still feel the pain of loosing Dana. He flirts will all the pretty girls he meet to act like he has no inibitions and he drowns his true feelings with food... sometimes I wish he truly was a bumbling clown." Finished Ravenhawk, not taking his gaze away from the city.
"That's so... sad." Stated Snomotor. "It musn't be easy on you either, after all you hide yourself as a clown too sometimes."
"Do you...do you think he could forfeit to George in an attempt to get forgiveness?" Asked the HRF.
"Maybe... maybe not... I'm not certain... but if he orders me to back down I won't be able to go against his wishes." Stated Ravenhawk, looking back at his teamate "That is, if I feel it is truly his wish. "
Harwing nodded "Sounds good to me... now let's go get some downtime." she proposed.
The other too nodded in agreement.
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"HURRY UP IKKI! MR REFEREE HAS ALREADY BEGUN!" Called Erika from the doorway.
"COMING! GEEZ!" Replied the boy, running toward her and Brass alongside Metabee.
As they emerged inside the Medadome they could hear Mr. Referee finish his first introduction "... TEAM CANADA!"
As Ikki, Erika and their Medabots got to their seats, Team Canada's stats appeared on the giant screens.
Team Canada
Team Captain: Adam
#1: Ravenhawk
Medafighter: Adam
TTM-17006
Totem -type
Special Attack: Toma-Axe
#2: Snomotor
Medafighter: Martin
SNO-3116
Snowplow -type
Special Attack: Plow Attack
#3: Harwing
Medafighter: Sophie
HRF-77896
Snowy Owl -type
Special Attack: Cryo Blaster
"Finally! What took you so long? Complained Koji, who was sitting with Sumilidon, Karin and Neutranurse next to the four empty seats meant for the late gang.
"The limo got stuck in trafic! And Parker had lost his parking pass!" Explained Ikki.
"You should know it's still impolite to be late, no matter what!"
"Hush you two... we'll finally see the Americans!" Said Erika.
"And to my right, also from North-America... TEAM USA!"
The spotlight lite up one by one, showing the three pairs of humans and Medabots. George was there, and the other two seamed about his age and were dressed in the same uniform. The second Medafighter was tall and gangly, with brown hair, while the third was short with blond hair and was wearing sunglasses even inside. George's Medabot had a top hat and what looked like a shirt, it's face was grey and triangular with blue eyes and he had two grey spike coming from the sides. He looked like he was wearing pants too. His whole Medabot could only be described as a robotic... Uncle Sam. Abe's Medabot had the look of a cowboy! It's head was shaped like a cowboy hat, he had a white face plate with red eyes glowing in a dark hole, h is body was yellow and looked like he had a blue vest on. His arms were yellow as well and both his forearm were big but they had diferent designs. The left one had a large slot above the hand while the right one had a long canon emerging from above the hand. That canon looked like that of a revolver, in fact he even had a revolver barrel embedded in his forearm. His's legs were brown and he looked like he was wearing cowboy boots. Ted's Medabot looked very slick with barely any features and he was all clad in desert camouflage color, including his face plate. His head was shaped to look like he was wearing a very modern military helmet and he only had a dark visor instead of eyes. His shoulder were spiky and he looked like he was wearing a backpack. On his left arm he had repeaters canon and on his right arm he only had one large but short canon.
Team USA
Team Captain: George
#1: Samtron
Medafighter: George
PAT-9028
Patriot -type
Special Attack: Fourth of July
#2: Lucky Star
Medafighter: Abe
CWY-1768
CowBoy-type
Special Attack: Lasso
#3: Bash
Medafighter: Ted
SGT-90254-2
Millitary -type
Special Attack: Firepower
Adam and George were looking at each other with incredible intensity, the pressure betweem the two made their team members a tad nervous.
"Take care of the other two, George is mine." Simply said Adam.
"Allright! This is gonna be one heck of a battle!" Cheered Ikki "I heard that the Americans totally dominated during their first battle! And that Samtron... he's got a Rare Medal it's clear."He added, the others nodding.
"Impressive... but have you ever seen a more stereotypical team?" Asked Erika, chuckling a little.
"Yeah, they seam right out of a cartoon or something." Replied Metabee, chuckling as well.
"Look! They've chosen the field for the battle!" Called Brass, pointing to the holographic display that had stop changing.
".... The field will be... CLASSICAL BATTLEFIELD!" Called Mr. Referee, the holographic display dissapearing and leaving the plain flat surface of the arena unchanged.
"The ultimate test, a field where there is no field advantage!" Commented Koji.
"GO CANADA!" Called Karin loudly, almost causing Koji's eardrum to pop.
The formalities were over and Mr. Referee, as well as both team were in position. Adam and George facing each other on one side of the field and the others on another side. It was time for battle.
"Medafighter ready?" Started Mr. Referee "MEDABOTS.... ROOOOOOOOBATTLE!"
Just as Mr. Referee lowered his hand Ravenhawk vanished. In truth he had moved so fast nobody could see him, save for a few well trained people and Medabots. A second later, or maybe less than that there was a loud clang and Everybody could see that Ravenhawk had rushed across the battlefield in the blink of any eye and attacked Samtron. Ikki, Erika and their Medabots had seen Ravenhawk do that when facing Kantaroth and they tought that it was all over, until they realised that his punch hadn't hit... in fact Ravenhawk's hammer punch was held back, albeit with some difficulty, by Samtron, holding out his hand. There was a loud gasp that echoed the Medadome.
"Wow..."Simply muttered Ikki.
"You thought this old cheap trick could work on me Ravenhawk?" Asked Samtron sarcastically. "Don't try to fool me, I know very well you can't keep up that sort of speed very long."
Ravenhawk didn't waste time babbling and swung his axe upward, forcing Samtron to leap away. The totem Medabot reel back his axe and charged forward.
"I want YOU to join the scrapheap!" roared Samtron, pointing with Ravenhawk with his finger from wich a laser beam erupt.
The Canadian Medabot rolled aside, the laser blast simply grazing his shoulder before he return to his feet. George barked a few orders in his Medawatch and to his team mates.
Meanwhile Harwing took the sky and didn't waste time to fire at Lucky Star, her cryoblasts hitting the ground around the cowboy who had trouble avoiding them. Snomotor took off toward Bash in his snowplow mode, driving down the battlefield at full speed. Bash opened fire with his repeater but Snomotor swerved to the side to avoid the first volley, then to the other once Bash tried again, but as the red and white Medabot was getting closer, Bash decided to resort to his other weapon and aimed his large canon. A real inferno was unleashed as flames shot toward Snomotor in a real firestorm.
"Snomotor transform!" Quickly called Martin.
Snomotor obeyed, jumping to his feet and halting quickly, he went down on one knee and used his large plow shield to protect himself against the firestorm that surrounded him.
"Roasted Canadian, American style!" Laughed Bash as he saw Snomotor dissapear in the flames.
But his laughing was cut short when the flames stopped flowing and Snomotor appeared, his shield burned but his body mostly undamaged. The snowplow type aimed his missile launcher arm and fired. At the same time Lucky Star raised his left arm and Harwing discovered what that slot was for. It suddenly shot a ring at the end of a rope, that ring suddenly end up around her leg and tightened! She was trapped! Using all his strength Lucky Star pulled on the rope and slammed Harwing on the ground. Hard. She yelped in pain at the impact and was strugling to get up when she heard a familiar clicking, the sound of a gun ready to fire. Lucky Star was getting ready to fire with his right arm canon.
"Harwing!" Gasped Sophie, panicked.
"Bash! Burn his missile!" Ordered Ted.
The millitary Medabot opened fire with his flamethrower and the heat caused Snomotor's missile to explode too early. He was about to do something when ...
"Snomotor! Harwing's in trouble!" Called Martin.
Snomotor saw Lucky Star aim at the fallen Harwing and knew what he meant. The SNO -type didn't took more than a second to understand what he had to do and he completly ignored Bash and rushed toward his comrade.
"Bye bye birdy!" Chuckled Lucky Star.
Harwing closed her eyes and she heard the sound of the gun being shot. It was so loud and seamed to echo in her mind. She tought she was done for, a direct hit after such a hard landing would probably finish her off. Then she heard an explosion, but she didn't felt a thing. Confused she opened her eyes and saw Snomotor, standing before her, his shield up to block the attack. He had come in to protect her!
"Th...thanks Snomotor." She said softly.
"Thanks Martin." Said Sophie, giving the boy one of her rare smile.
But Snomotor didn't seam all that please. There was a loud noise and his shield fell to pieces, landing on the ground like a broken jigsaw puzzle.
"Snomotor! NO! How can that shot be so strong!"Asked his Medafighter to the girl.
She didn't have an answer either and didn't say a word but it still piqued her curiosity "If he could do this much damage from the start then why didn't he used his gun sooner? We'll have to avoid his blast at all cost."
But Lucky Star was not finished, he stilled had his lasso stuck around Harwing's leg, right behind Snomotor! He pulled hard on it, dragging a shrieking Harwing forward. She hit Snomotor's leg and he came crashing down on her just as Bash ran over to his teamate.
"Let's finish 'em!" He declared.
"Your Medafighter took away Master George's only love! The least you could do is give up! Beside you can't win!" Called the Patriot, firing more of his beams at his opponent who simply dodged them with ease.
"If I can't win then why should I give up anyway? It's not my style! Unless my Medafighter asks me!" Simply stated the TTM as he dashed toward Samtron.
The two begun a deadly dance of slashes, blasting and dodging at an incredible pace and with incredible grace. Crowd was going nuts and was cheering madly. The two teams were showing great skills and tenacity. Sadly they didn't know something was wrong. Ever since the begining of the fight Ravenhawk had been fighting on his own, without orders from Adam who was keeping quiet. Without instruction the Medabot took damage to his shoulder, then his hammer fist, and his leg, while only grazing one of Samtron's arm.
"You don't deserve to win after what happened Adam!" Called George from the other side of the arena.
Adam simply stayed silent.
"If you really want forgiveness then you won't order your MEdabot to dodge the next attack! SAMTRON! FINISH THIS WITH YOUR SPECIAL ATTACK!"
"Prepare to feel the full power of American Patriotism! FOURTH OF JULY!" Roared Samtron, lowering his head as the top of his hat opened.
From the hat a volley of small missiles shot off in an eruption of spark and firework sounds, some completly missing the opposition and exploding on the ground brightly just like fireworks.
Ravenhawk simply stood there as the missile closed in on him"So what is it going to be Adam? Give up or fight?"
To Be Continued...
Will Harwing and Snomotor survive the combined might of Lucky Star and Bash? Will Koji go deaf from Karin's constant cheering? Will Adam stopped feeling guilty and keep on fighting? Who will emerge victorious from this fight? The US of A or Canada? Don't miss the next chapter of Third Challenge!