A.N. Hey, Hey, Hey, first time we've tried this but this story is co-written between the accounts of Samansa-Chan147 and BlueManiac359. Tell us what you guys think, and since it is co-written it will be posted on both accounts so please check both accounts out.
So this story was an idea by Blue where Ratchet is the robot and Clank is the Lombax, Salmon has drawn some of the designs, and on a later date will post them to her DeviantArt account under Samansa-Chan147. Anyway we hope that you all enjoy the Story and tell us what you think in the reviews.
Also to avoid any questions or confusion, the beginning of the story will follow the movie, but sometime later we will switch to kinda follow the first game, just so that we aren't following with the movie and to add something new.
Disclaimer: While one of us owns three of the games as well as the movie, neither of us claim to have any rights to the original story or characters that are used or mentioned in the making of this story.
So without further ado, Let the chaos ensue
Chapter 1
The planet Tenemule was a flourishing planet with large bodies of water separated large green land masses. Silvery clouds circled and drifted in the atmosphere. Going in orbit around the uninhabited planet was a ship unlike any other. The base was flat with six spokes topped with blunted cones on each one. The top was a tall glass dome.
Inside the ship hidden underneath one of the many consoles was small robot would just pass someone's knees were it to stand at it's full height. It's oblong head was host to large round optics that glowed a bright green, illuminating the darkened areas where they usually worked. The light from his right optic is dimmed by the crack, one large enough to occupy the lower half of the optic interrupting his vision and getting in the way as he worked. His squat frame was thin enough, allowing it to fit into most small spaces when they were in need of repair. Four fingers flexed and tightened their hold upon the tool that they held working underneath the chosen console fixing a problem that no other repair bot deemed bad enough to fix, so it is here that he is able to hear everything going on, including the constant typing of many cellphones.
From its position underneath the console it's tasked with fixing, it merely raises one hand and begins to count down on three of its four fingers while thinking to itself. 'Que bad guy speech in… 3… 2… 1.' It points out towards where the one in charge stands just as he begins to speak.
"Esteemed citizens of Quartu, I stand before you a proud Blarg," As soon as the lead Blarg begins his speech the small robot shakes with silent laughter which goes unnoticed as the speech goes on. "For tonight we will twist the very fabric of reality. We will defy nature with reckless abandon."
They take a pause before continuing. "We have also broken 16 galactic statues and one star ordinance, so I shouldn't see anything about this online!" It is at this point that all typing stops, and all stand at attention. Well all typing but one but the leader, or as most would call the villain continued unaware.
"In just a few moments we will unleash a weapon so powerful that it will take-" he stopped and stared at one of the other blarg on the ship, finally noticing one of his underlines had not stopped their typing. We waited a few moments for the blarg to notice his presence, during this pause the small repair bot had finished his work and was now watching the exchange.
"Ahem." The blarg paused and looked up, fingers stalling over the keyboard. "Stanley, were you really still texting, even after what I had just said?" It was asked in a way that almost sounded sincere… almost. Quickly oblivious to the deep hole he had already dug for himself the blarg, Stanley, quickly finished his message without removing his eyes from the Chairmen.
A dry laugh escaped the chairmen. "Victor, if you please." A small shudder shook the small robots frame at the name, one small hand going to his right optic and covering the crack as they tucked themselves back under the console, not wanting a repeat from the chairmen's right hand bot. The large bot walked over the the chairman and the poor blarg, his footsteps thundering through the metal of the structure. He grabbed the blarg by the head and pulled him up, his phone dialing his mother. When the blarg was staring into the eyes of Victor the bot held out his hand. As the blarg's mother picked up the phone the blarg handed the device to Victor who then promptly placed it in his mouth and began chewing even as the call continued until finally the mother hung up.
The blarg was unceremoniously dropped to the floor, "Now, does anyone else feel like texting?" The small bot watched from underneath the console as the blarg shifted uncomfortably, and struggled not to eye contact as the chairmen nodded his head in approval.
"Very well," he turned towards the large viewing window with its view of Tenemule, "Commence Deplanetization!"
Back at the front of the ship a blarg grabs the mic in front of him and all but screeches "READY THE DEPLANETIZER!"
The chairman simple lowers and look his way, unamused. "Seriously?"
Down below alarms start blaring, just barely being heard from the bridge. The small robot comes out from his hiding spot and watches as six red lasers aim at the same spot on Tenemule, a few seconds pass before an orange blast fires at the planet, shattering it in one go. The blarg around him all put on sunglasses as the planet bursts in a blinding glow.
The small robot can only stand and do nothing, wondering how far the Blarg are willing to go before all of this is said and done
Nearby...ish on the Planet Veldin, in the Kyzil Plateau.
Music flowed from the small radio as the listener worked silently at his desk, the project before him no longer a random mess of nuts and bolts but now a piece of machinery finally taking shape. His tail flicked behind him, kicking up any dust and metal shavings that remained on his floor as his ears flicked every once-in-a-while to the music. As the song faded out his hands stilled as the next song came on.
"Ugh, are you kidding me." He groaned as one of the new songs by the robot singer Courtney Gears came over the radio. "She was better in her last album." he grumbled as he continued on his project, getting his complaint out of the way,. As he finished one of the final pieces on his project the radio cut out mid song.
"Oh come on you stupid thing." One of his gloved fists slammed down on the top of the radio, hoping for it to work again, in the end he only received static until, finally, it cleared up.
"Planet Tenemule is no more."
He turned to the radio, 'what did they just say?' He thought as the broadcast continued.
"Hello, Dallas Wannamaker here. Tonight at 5:00, another uninhabited planet destroyed without either warning or cause," Green eyes stared at the small repaired radio in shock a gloved hand reaching out and turning the volume up as the reporter continued. "making this one the fourth in recent memory of our once peaceful galaxy."
"As a result the president had requested our ever-vigilant Galactic Rangers increase their numbers from four to five." At the mention of the galactic rangers, all interest in the news broadcast ended, and he tried to switch the station, hoping for some better music than what he was listening to before.
*BZZT* "Just five? All" *ZZZRRRT* "- a message from" *BZZT* "- Quark"
A loud groan escaped him as gloved hands met his light grey muzzle. "You've got to be kidding me." The message on the radio continued, only rather than the voice of the reporter, it was none other than the egocentric Quark, and there was no way to change the channel.
"Space, a wondrous realm full of adventure and peril, and, uh, bigness." He looked at the clock and noticed that he still had a good hour before his next customer arrives to pick up his ship and so he turns down the radio where Quarks voice is nothing but background noise, and resumes making final touches to his project.
In the end he was so engrossed in his project that he doesn't realize how much time has passed until there is a slight rapping on his window. He looks to the wide set window displaying the rest of the shop to see the one who all but raised him knocking on the glass.
The mechanic known as Grimm, a large built, large tusked behemoth, stood just within the door to the small work area. The young mechanic looked at Grimm's large frame, taking in the deep purple skin and the light markings that covered his arms and large ears. Before he met Grimm's eyes his own focused on the right tusk, broken off and shorter than the left due to an accident he caused years before.
He turned back to his work desk and returned the Ratchet he was just using just beside his project. "Yeah Grimm, what do ya need?"
The large mechanic sighed, probably thinking that the answer was obvious "When was the last time you checked your clock kid?" Grim asked as the young mechanic looked to him in confusion. "Clank, your customer is here to pick up his ship." Grimm moved from the door and the teen's large ears turned up in surprise, turning back to the clock he had lying on his desk. 6:15pm Galactic Time, Dammit he was 15 minutes late!
"Sorry Grimm, I'll get right on that!" Clank yelled back as he raced out of the small workspace. He ran up to the elderly alien, using his tail as a counterbalance as he ran. "I'm so sorry you had to wait for me." He explained as he neared the customer. "Your ship is right this way." Clank lead the gentleman to the lone ship that inhabited the shop as he continued.
"Now, I managed to fix the ejector seat, it should be running good as new, I also noticed that one of the electron coils was loose, and the propulsion system seemed to have been jammed with a lot of unwanted debris, so I went ahead and fixed those up for you free of charge." The gentleman nodded with everything Clank said.
"Are you quite sure you don't want anything for the extra repairs?" He asked as Clank stopped his explanation of all repairs done. Clank's large ears fell. "Yeah, I mean they were smaller repairs, so I just got them out of the way before they became to much of a problem." He explained as he shifted, placing his hands to his hips.
Grim watched from the wall as Clank lead the man to the small desk and two chairs that served as the office area, seeing how everywhere else was either for living or the garage, to settle out a payment. He tried to think back to a time when the garage was without the teen, but no memory came up, though it saddened him to think that the young infant, who grew up to a child who only wanted to see what more the universe had to offer, would later grow up to be a young teen who became complacent where he was.
If anything Grimmroth missed the small child who made a mess of the garage as they searched for scrap pieces that would be used in any number of his random projects. Projects ranging from a ship that was left almost finished behind the garage, to his current project that the teen hoped would aide in the shop, mainly with the little ones that parents would sometimes bring in.
Not to be misinterpreted, while Clank was by far the best employee any employer could dream of (not to mention ONLY employee Grimm has ever had) but Clank had always felt more like a son to Grimm than an employee, and he felt that the boy was only limiting himself in choosing to stay here.
Grimm watched as the teen dealt with the customer with the air of a professional, which Grimm had no doubt that he was. After the customer left, no doubt giving Clank a large tip for the extra work, the teen made his way back to his small workspace, stopping just before Grimm's large form.
"So kid, got a good enough tip? You were practically skipping on your way back." Grimm noted causing the teens large ears to drop against his head, a shocked expression on his face.
"What, I… I do not skip." Clank tried to defend himself even though, if he were able to admit to himself, he did feel lighter on his feet. "And yeah it was a pretty decent tip, might even be able to get better parts to use for the damn leg." Clank said as he sat down at his workbench, tapping a finger against the metal knee of his mechanical prosthetic leg.
Grimm looked at the metal prosthetic, something that ended just under where the teen's green shorts began. The metal, although in great condition, was misleading due to the rust color that the majority of the metal contained. It hurt Grimm seeing the kid with that hunk of metal, rather than a leg of flesh and blood, but after the severe accident a few years back it was the only option Clank had if he ever wanted to walk again.
Clank must've caught Grimm starring for his voice interrupted the large man's thoughts not even a few second later. "Grimm, I keep saying this, but it was never your fault, there was nothing you could've done." Clanks hand went to the knee of his prosthetic, grip tightening just a bit. "Nothing, either of us could've done." Were the final words, whispered and barely heard by his guardian.
Clank shakes himself of those thoughts, and turns the radio back on hoping against anything else that the Galactic disaster of a message has ended.
"And just a reminder for those who are just tuning in, the Galactic Rangers will be holding tryouts on the Planet Veldin, in the Kyzil Plateau."
Clank turns off the radio at that last announcement and decides to work in silence. Even though, he thought the conversation had ended, Clank was still aware of Grimm's presence standing in the doorway. A sigh signified that this entire time Grimm had been contemplating something and was finally reading to address it.
"Kid, I think it'd be a good idea that you go to the tryouts." Clank's hands stilled in their work, slowly he turned in his chair till he was facing Grimm, then met Grimm's gaze with his own incredulous one.
"You're kidding… Right Grimm?" Clank honestly hoped it was a joke, he had no intention of going near the Rangers, but the look Grimm gave him said otherwise. "Grimm, you can't be serious, those idiots wouldn't even know how to save themselves from a paper bag, so I highly doubt they'd ever be able to save an entire galaxy." Clank explained crossing his arms, he had explained to many, his views of the rangers and would continue doing so until the rangers would prove him wrong. Grimm again sighed.
"You know kid, I know how you feel about the rangers, but I remember when you were younger and so excited about what was outside our atmosphere, the ship you were working on is still out back, and I may have been working on it, hoping to get it finished by your birthday that's coming up… suppose it's not much of a surprise now." Grimm rubbed at the back of his head sheepishly. "Anyway what I'm trying to say is that you should still be itching to go see more of the universe, most kids your age wouldn't be able to sit still when there's so much the haven't seen yet," Now Grimm met Clank's eyes "What I'm trying to say is that I want you to be sure that staying here is exactly what you want, but you'll never be sure until you see more."
Clank stared at Grimm, normally the behemoth wouldn't say much, a man of action more than a man of words. Due to this it always shocked him whenever the man would come out of the blue and say such heartfelt and wise things like that. Then he realized something. "Wait, you held onto that old ship, I thought that thing was destroyed after the first test drive?"
"Well, kid that's what happens when you live with a mechanic." Grimm stated, standing taller. "Now about what I said."
Clank looked to his hands flexing them, "Grimm, as much as I know you are right, you and I both know that what I'm looking for is something that I'm not going to find." Clank looked away from his hands. "At least, not without the risk that the answer I get is one that I didn't want."
Grim lets out a sigh, knowing that Clank is dead set on his ways. "If you ever change your mind, just come talk to me first. OK?"
Clank nods without turning around "You got it Grim." With that said he gets back to working on his project, only missing one last component.
A/N so that's it for now, and as a reminder for those of you who don't read the first author note, this is posted on both Samansa-Chan147 and BlueManiac359 accounts. If you liked this story, feel free to check out the others of either account
Until Next time, Peace, love, and virtual hugs.
