After rewriting "A Day At the Imperial Fight Festival," I realised something. There's a lot of stuff I wanna rewrite. And I'm going to kick it off with a rewrite of Ratchet and Clank: Project Oblivion. While Project Oblivion wasn't a very popular story, it was still pretty fun to write, and the support from Max and my other reviewers definitely helped keep me going.

So I'd like to make this a gift-fic also, this time as a gift for Max Chronicle and KayxClankForever. Thank you guys so much for supporting me while I wrote Ratchet and Clank: Project Oblivion. I hope you both enjoy the rewrite version just as much! :)

. . .

Nefarious stirred, shifting his position slightly in the sand. He hated sand with a vengeance. It always got everywhere, was so danged hot, and- wait a minute. Sand? The robot's red eyes snapped open and he sat up, looking at his surroundings. He was on a beach. The sun was beginning to set. The sea water was lapping softly against the shore. And aside from Nefarious and a Cazar couple who were busy making out in the sand, the place was deserted.

The mad scientist stood up, brushing as much sand as he could off himself. "I'm going to kill Lawrence for this the second I get my hands on him." As Nefarious made his way to the ship dock, where he assumed Lawrence would be waiting, he bumped into a young woman, who was accompanied by some walking fish-man. Nefarious didn't care and pushed past them. "Stupid squishies..."

As he continued walking down the wooden platform, he heard the click of a gun behind him. Nefarious slowly turned around, raising his arms defensively, and saw the young woman aiming a Combuster at him. He noted that she had horns on her head that seemed to somewhat resemble a Fongoid's... but Nefarious didn't recognise her species. It was the same for the fish-man. Both were clad in uniforms.

"Halt, in the name of the Galactic Rangers!" the woman shouted. "I'm Elaris, and my friend here is Brax. You're coming with us, Nefarious."

"Seriously?!" Nefarious glared at them incredulously. "I just got off a backwater planet that I had to save with the help of three lunatics, and I can't even go two feet without somebody pointing a stupid gun at me!"

"You tried to destroy an entire solar system," Brax told the robot. He equipped a Heavy Lancer and aimed it at the doctor. "Now come quietly, or we will have to take you in by force."

"You gotta be kidding me," Nefarious retorted. "Sure, I tried to turn the entire galaxy into robots one time. And tried to alter history a few years back. And tried to kill Captain Qwark on numerous occasions. But that's all in the past! I'm sort of a good guy now! Call up those morons Ratchet and Clank! They should have gotten off Magnus by now! They'll tell you how I helped save that miserable mud ball and all those nature freaks living on it!"

Elaris and Brax looked at each other, pretty much thinking the same thing. Nefarious has lost his mind.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" Nefarious asked, as though he could read their thoughts.

"Yes," Elaris answered. "Now come with us peacefully and you won't be harmed."

"Does it look like I have a choice?! You're pointing a gun at me!" Nefarious suddenly stumbled forward a bit, having been shot from behind. Electricity sparked all across his mechanical body, and the robot collapsed on the platform, deactivated.

Elaris looked to see Ratchet standing not far away, holding a Spitting Hydra in his hand. Clank was at his side, holding an overripe banana for whatever reason.

Naturally Elaris wasn't too happy. "Really, Ratchet? He said he'd come peacefully."

"Never trust an evil mad scientist that somehow survived being blown to pieces and turned himself into a robot," Ratchet replied as the Spitting Hydra vanished from his hand.

Elaris shrugged. "He was acting really strange. Maybe an interrogation will clear things up, assuming he cooperates."

"Which is probably not gonna happen, considering the things he's done," Brax told her gruffly, picking up the unconscious robot and hoisting him over his shoulder. "C'mon, let's go. I don't want to be late for meatloaf night, otherwise Qwark is going to be whining about it all day tomorrow."

Elaris let out a sigh and let the Combuster disappear from her hands. "Now? But we were supposed to- oh fine! We'll go! But you're paying the fee for that spa we're going to miss."

"You don't even like spas. You just came here because you wanted to see all the mutated fish," Ratchet pointed out as they walked to their ship. He looked down at Clank and saw the little robot was still carrying a banana. "Uh... Clank, why are you carrying a banana?"

"Private Qwark told me he bought a pet monkey," Clank replied. "Monkeys like bananas and Pokitaru is good place to buy them so... I bought him a banana."

"It looks too ripe," Ratchet told him. "You're sure the monkey will eat that?"

"Beggars cannot be choosers." Clank smiled at his little joke. "No, monkeys can't be choosers. Hehehe!"

Ratchet shook his head, barely suppressing the smile that wanted to appear on his face. "Uh, right."

. . .

Nefarious stirred, aware that he was lying on his back on a metal floor. He vaguely thought that the incident earlier was a dream and started calling for Lawrence. "Lawrence! I fell out of bed again!" Obviously no reply. "LAAAAWRENCE! Get in here before I come out and shoot you myself!"

Still no reply. The angry robot opened his eyes and sat up. The room was dark and had little light. He hadn't the faintest idea of where he was, but it wasn't funny, that was for sure. "Uh... hello? Can anybody hear me? Somebody tell me what's going on in the next five seconds, or I'm gonna ANNIHILATE THIS ROOM!"

Meanwhile, Ratchet, Clank, and the rest of the Galactic Rangers watched the scene on a monitor with interest. Ratchet looked at Elaris and asked, "Can he actually destroy the cell?"

"No, I don't think so," Elaris replied. "The walls are lined with Mjolnir-grade steel alloy. He would have to have the power of three RHYNOs combined to even make a dent."

Cora yawned tiredly. "Listen guys, I'm tired. I think I'm gonna hit the hay. Can we do the interrogation tomorrow?"

"Yeah, you guys get some rest," Ratchet told his team. "I'm going to the Holo-Room to stretch my legs a little."

"I am going as well." Clank leapt onto Ratchet's back. "No Ranger should go into any combat situation alone- even if it is merely a practice simulation."

Private Qwark stretched his arms as he said, "Yeah, I'm going to bed after I have my meatloaf sandwich, as funny as it is to see Nefarious running around in a cage like a chicken. I also need to feed my monkey." He was about to walk out, but then turned back to his team and asked, "By the way, what do you think of the name... Shawn?"

"Too common," Cora replied. The rest of the team nodded in agreement.

"Gerald?"

"Sounds like something you'd name an old guy. No offense to old people, of course," Ratchet told him.

"Banana Bonkers?"

"Can we deal with this later, guys?" Elaris asked, irritated.

"Yeah, we can," Ratchet said. "Sorry, Qwark. I have some ideas for names, so I'll talk to you 'bout them later, okay?"

Qwark nodded. "See ya in the morning, my fellow Rangers!"

. . .

Meanwhile... in the center of the universe- give or take fifty feet...

Nefarious approached his colleagues in the Orvus Chamber, who were conversing in low voices. The three of them turned to Nefarious, halting their discussion for the moment.

"One universe destroyed," Nefarious said, as a sheet of paper appeared in his hand. He pulled off a sticker, a good star, and stuck it on the shirt of Gleeman Vox. "Four to go. Soon we'll all have our revenge on those who wronged us! On those who took what was rightfully ours!"

"Right, right," Vox replied, trying to pull off the sticker. With no success. Eventually he just gave up and crossed his arms, annoyed.

Emperor Tachyon rubbed his tiny hands together gleefully. "I can't wait! Soon I'll annihilate every Lombax in existence! Hahaha! Ahahahahaha!"

Nefarious winced at the Cragmite's high-pitched laugh. It was as though someone was scraping a hundred chalkboards with a thousand nails. "You mean you'll annihilate your universe to get rid of them," the robotic doctor corrected. "Just in your universe. They'll still exist in others."

"Whatever," Tachyon muttered, crossing his arms and pouting.

Nefarious rolled his eyes and turned to Otto Destruct, who was barely suppressing a scowl. He really didn't like the doctor one bit. Nefarious smiled sinisterly as he looked at the villain. "You get to destroy your universe next."

"Why can't we just do it all at once?!" Tachyon whined. "Why do we have to take turns?! I hate waiting!"

"Because, Percival," Nefarious spoke menacingly, turning to glare at the little Cragmite, "too many changes at once can destroy the entire multiverse. Then we'll be destroyed as well. Is that what you want?!"

"No," Tachyon replied, not happy at being called "Percival." He couldn't wait until they were finished so he could turn Nefarious into scrap metal to use for a new throne or something.

"Good," Nefarious told him. He then continued, "Within two days, the space-time continuum should have settled. We'll begin the next purging then. Now... GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"