HAI.

Alright, I'll admit it; this chapter about Tanya was a combination of watching Static Shock ("Gear" mainly), MD:TAS ("To Catch a Duck" and "The Most Dangerous Duck Hunt"), a few different chapters of the "Negima!" mangas (the regular one and Neo) that feature Hakase, and my own ideas. So be prepared for some...odd-ness I guess

Disclaimer: I don't own MD:TAS. If I did, I'd be rich.

The fifteen year old sighed happily, sitting back in the chair at her workbench in the garage, trying to remember to keep her oiled up fingers out of her short, blonde hair as she removed the goggles covering her eyes.

An object lay before her, in its almost complete form. The pop-out automatic saw had just been installed; only a few more things needed to be added and it would be done.

Tanya had started this project months ago; it had originally started out as a layout project for a dream item in Mechanics/Shop class. But after drawing out the original outline and getting the grade back, she couldn't help but draw out further and build the said object.

She was a super-genius after all. Or, so others kept telling her.

"Hey Tanya!"

The fifteen year old looked over her shoulder to see one of her closest friends through the years, Richie. He, like her, was a genius when it came to science. The only thing he really wasn't good at was hand-eye coordination…that and listening to others when he got focused on an idea. Richie was a white-plumed, white blonde, glasses wearing geek who was as science-y as she was.

And she loved that about him…among other things.

"Hi Richie," she greeted as he approached her workbench. "It's nothing really, just the thing I've been working on for - uhm - the last few months."

"You mean that wrist tool?" he asked, pulling up a chair and sitting next to her. "You've been working on that for a long time. What can it do?"

She hit a button and all the things she had installed thus far came out.

"Well, let's see, we've got the basic things on here," she started. "First, the pop-out automatic saw, a small laser that both shoot and cut through stuff, a mini screwdriver, a tube thingy that can take samples of stuff from a very short distance-"

"Does it have a clock though?" Richie jokingly asked.

"What would the purpose of that be?"

The teenage drake just sighed. Tanya sometimes didn't catch onto his jokes, however lame they were.

"Anyway, it'll be finished as soon as I can figure a couple of other things out."

"Like what?"

Tanya sat back and looked at her creation. "Well, I want to put in a thermometer that can take the temperature of something or someone just by touching them instead of…well, y'know, sticking it in something."

Her friend just looked at the thing for a minute, then back at her. "Why that?"

"Well think about it," she said. "If you were wearing this and wanted to know how hot something was, you could use this instead of sticking a finger or whatever in said item. And sometimes ducks lie about being sick, so you could use this as well."

Richie just shrugged. "Whatever you think you could use it for," he simply said. "I'm not the super genius you are when it comes to inventing."

"But you made those rocket powered skates a few months ago," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but the military thought it would be more useful to them instead of letting me keep the idea."

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

"And besides that, I was just…improving skating, not making something from scratch."

Tanya just brushed some hair away from her field of vision. "I guess I forgot about that too," she answered lightheartedly. "But still, not many ducks can do something like that. So you're still a genius."

Then she stuck her tongue out at him to prove her point.

"Y'know, you've done that so many times over the years I might one day grab it and yank it out," he told her, a smile on his face.

Tanya just rolled her eyes. "You wish." She paused. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had to give a lecture to Drake University lab students about nuclear fusion."

Richie shrugged. "Got cancelled," he answered. "I was about to leave my house when I got a call from the Director of Science at the university. So I came over here instead. Why, is that a bad thing?"

"Nah, I probably needed a break anyway," Tanya said, getting up. She went over to the sink and began to wash her hands. "Actually, I'm kinda hungry-"

A growling stomach was heard. She looked back at her friend, to see him blushing through his white feathers. "Let's go get something to eat," she said smiling.

"You read my mind," he said, the grin on his face getting bigger.

Tanya wiped her hands on an old towel. "Alright, but I gotta take a quick shower and change outta these," she said, indicating her old work clothes.

"Fine with me, I can wait."

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"I'm telling ya Tanya, if the military were to combine blaster pucks that they normally use as ammo with other elements-"

"Like what?"

"Well, what about making something like gas pucks?" Richie asked, taking a big bite of his burger. He tried to talk around the food, but Tanya just looked disgusted (and couldn't understand him).

"Chew your food," Tanya said, taking a drink of soda. "You know I can't understand you when you do that."

Richie quickly chewed and swallowed. "I was saying that if someone were to make something like a gas puck, then it could replace gas bombs," he said. "Instead of throwing it and possibly missing by a long shot, it could be shot and still be in the same area. And it can ricochet better than a gas bomb could."

Tanya would have answered if she had not heard what next reached her hearing range.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't Tanya and Richie. Don't you two have some gear you should be working on right now?"

Tanya sighed and looked up, Richie glaring at the two punks next to their table. "What are you guys doing here?" Richie asked. "What happened to that rat pit you call a hangout?"

"Decided that we needed a change of pace," one of them said, full of cockiness. "So Nick and I here came to this place, only to see that you two are here. What a coincidence!"

"Then why come bother us?" asked Tanya, already irritated. "I'm sure there are some three year olds somewhere that would love to make you feel smart."

The other duck with Nick grabbed Tanya by the arm and yanked her to her feet, Richie jumping to his feet, ready to defend his friend. "You sayin' we're stupid?" the other duck with Nick asked.

Tanya could feel the bones in her arm being pushed together. At the angle this guy had her arm at he could bruise it badly, the worst being breaking it.

"Let go of her!" Richie exclaimed. He went for the guy holding Tanya's arm and punched him square in the bill, causing the other to let go of Tanya and fall over. Then he took a hold of her other arm. "C'mon, let's get outta here," Richie said, the two practically running out…

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"You alright Tanya?"

"I'm fine Richie. You can stop looking at my arm y'know."

When the teenager had dragged Tanya out of the restaurant to get away from the two punks bothering them, they had headed to a park nearby; it was one of the few points of the year when their part of Puckworld wasn't covered in ice (though snow still fell,) so they hadn't the need to bother with skates.

So he did as he was told and released Tanya's arm. "Sorry," he apologized. "I just got worried for a minute. I thought he was going to break your arm."

Tanya rubbed the place where the punk friend of Nick's had grabbed her arm. "I thought he was too for a second," she said. "Good thing I didn't want to test out my invention today, or those two might've broken it before it was completely finished."

"That was something I was gonna ask ya," Richie said. "Did you come up with a name for it yet?"

"Zilch," she answered. "Anything I come up with sounds…well, stupid."

"Like what?"

"Well, one idea was Gizmo-"

"Sounds like a superhero more than an invention."

Tanya sighed. "I know, that's why I can't come up with anything," she said. "I didn't think it'd be so hard to name a wrist tool with so many instruments."

Richie looked like he was in deep thought for a moment. Then his eyes widened as an idea struck him. "What about Omnitool?"

Tanya stared at him. "Huh?"

"Well, the term 'omni' means 'all', doesn't it?" Richie asked. "Your invention thus far has a lot of tools, and you're not even finished with it. So it fits."

She thought about it for a minute. "Well, it does have a certain ring to it," she admitted.

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Tanya finished fixing one of the Duckcycles, the laser knife on her Omnitool going back into the said item. She looked at her invention affectionately, running her other hand over the tool. The female missed her friend dearly, but he had been well the last time she had seen him; Richie had been in the Resistance as well, but as an inventor instead of a fighter.

Someone had to help create stuff for ducks to fight with, didn't they?