(A/N) Ah… it feels GREAT to be back and FINALLY finish this beast of a trilogy.
I REALLY hope this exceeds One Last Comeback and Annihilation Zone.
I really do.
But, not to delay.
I HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY TO SEE ME WRITING AGAIN!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ratchet and Clank, Insomniac Games does. So there, you loose.
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Prologue
It has been five years since we last saw our favorite little Lombax, Ratchet.
Five long… long years.
Five years of sadness, disparity and five years of loosing it… slowly loosing it to the brink of life and sanity.
What is sanity?
More like what was sanity.
The brink…
Life's brink
Five years, that's five years never to be had, taken back, or replaced.
Five lost years
Five
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It's been five years since Ratchet was able to see anything other than forestry again. He was shot down and claimed dead after a search for his ship on the unknown planet.
The search unit did their best; they looked through that crash zone for hours.
But his status as KIA was soon finalized and all that was left was the memory of our fuzzy little friend.
(Five years ago… falling toward the planet)
"CLANK!" Ratchet screamed at his metal friend. "Stabilize the landing gears, we're hit and going down!" Ratchet screamed over the roar of a burning engine. He looked down at his hands and immediately began hitting various buttons and hitting several switches, doing whatever to make the landing softer.
"Clank, Send out the May Day, we're going to need it and also—"Ratchet's next sentence was cut out as they broke the atmosphere to the humidity of the unknown planet.
His helpless body was flung unconsciously against the front mirror.
His skull slammed into the Plexiglas mirror that caused a slit to form on his forehead.
Blood splattered on the mirror and the main controls.
Clank shuffled over as well as he could to try and shake Ratchet.
"Ratchet, Ratchet please wake up." The little robot said shaking the shoulder of the Lombax.
Clank looked outside the window, even as they fell the fight for The Starship Phoenix raged on much harder than when they had been hit by the missile.
Clank made a robotic 'sigh' and took the duty to strap himself onto Ratchet's unconscious back and hit the eject button.
He did with just seconds left…
Five seconds can be the five years… he could've done without.
Without life…
Without… Her
Sasha…
Clank and Ratchet were flying fast, fast because Ratchet's unconscious body was like a lump helplessly flying through the air.
Aerodynamics was defiantly not on their side.
The pair helplessly twirled through the air… Clank had to think quickly, he thrusted his jets and hoped for the best… and that's exactly what he received.
The pair floated upwards quickly and it was just then that Clank could take a look at the landscape…
It was, to say the least, beautiful.
Nonetheless they were still falling toward their death…
It was littered with trees and rivers, it's like industrial life had never touched it ever… and that could just be what it was.
Untouched, just the way it was.
Clank shifted his eyesight to the falling ship they had just boarded seconds ago.
It fell at a speed unimaginable, twirling and spiraling like nothing else.
He had just enough time to catch it hit a dry spot in an open field and leave a smothering crater of melting metal.
The orange paint scorched off of the jet and the extra fuel and weapons only added to the volley of explosions erupting into the bowels of hell itself.
The grass around the large crater burned away, giving off the strong, musky scent of smoke.
The embers slowly gaining in numbers and brightness.
The little robot could see the fire glowing below… countless hours of hard dedication into that beast of a machine and it's all gone now.
Hours of dedication… Dedication to what.
Sanity
What is sanity…?
What was sanity…?
Clank redirected their course to a clearing in a grouping of trees. It was right next to a shimmering little lake. No bigger than your average swimming pool. The clear blue H20 filled the little lake; a few fish inhabited the little area.
Clank quickly took notice to this, seeing as Ratchet would need to eat something to survive.
Clank slowed the decent and made a picture perfect landing… well except for Ratchet's body landing in a loud thud against the cold, hard dirt.
Clank detached himself quickly and went over the top priorities.
He slid over to the still lifeless Lombax and checked for a regular pulse.
Thump
Thump
The beat of life…
Beating of what was and is
Beating hearts, baby
What is…?
He then checked for regular breathing. He sat back and watched for the rise and fall of Ratchet's chest.
That was a go.
He thought it might make it easier for the yellow man to breathe if he took off his heavy plated chest armor.
First was the breast plate. He hit the detach button and watched as the advanced machinery took its course.
The orange plates slowly separated while it slowly rose off of his chest. It revealed Ratchet's nice figure.
All his years of war experience really showed off when he was wearing nothing but the stretchy, silky material underneath his chest plate. (If there are any sport fans like me, I'm basically trying to describe Under Armor)
Ratchet had thrown in the extra bolts to customize his armor to fit his personal fit.
Everything from the breathing space to the mere centimeters every piece of protective metal was from one another.
He also received permission to custom paint it, though it still stayed within the Galactic Army's regulations and code.
The pockets of his chest plate were compiled to reload his dual pistols faster than anything.
Basically if his magazine ran dry he just ejected the cartridge, hit the pistols against his chest and a magazine would quickly feed into the chamber of the gun.
Clank lifted the fifteen pound piece of equipment and threw it onto the ground, causing a cloud of dirt to appear and then quickly dissipate.
Next was his leg armor and down.
He first took off the magazine belt.
It held everything. Grenades, magazines, a backup weapon, combat knife, radio and other things essential to survive on the battlefield of war.
He continued to fumble with all the equipment until it was off.
He just lay there, motionless.
The only thing showing signs of life is the rise and fall of his chest.
He tended to the next thing, the cut above his right eye.
He pulled out medical bandages and fiddled with them between his relatively small hands.
It wasn't the most effective way of protecting an open wound, but, for the most part, it got the job done.
He wrapped it around his yellow head, careful not to touch the open cut or get his large, floppy ears tangles.
His ears… Sasha.
She always had loved them.
Had? Does? Does she still?
After hours of being unconscious, Ratchet had woken up, and the construction of base camp was very soon underway.
And that was that.
Five years of daily routines… eating whatever to stay alive.
To keep the beating.
Beating.
Five years of it, living in dirt, with nothing.
(Sasha's house 5 years after the announced death of Sergeant First Class Ratchet)
It was a nice two story
house, nothing out of the ordinary.
It felt like home, home sweet
home.
It was five years later.
Now little baby Max is five years old, Sasha was still a beautiful women and she had two more things now… a husband… and a new baby.
Yes, that is right, after 2 years of being alone; Sasha opened up to men again and began dating. She met another man involved in the military.
His name was Kevin.
Kevin was of a little more height than Sasha and he was well built. He was muscular but not to the point of disgust, just right.
The two met on the Starship Phoenix after a counter attack by an enemy force.
They dated for a little over a year and were soon engaged to be married.
Max, being too young to remember his first and real father, took it surprisingly well.
After one and a half years of being married, Sasha, by choice, was pregnant again with another baby boy. (That would make him six months old).
Every once and a while Sasha would think about Ratchet, and it would make her upset. She always wondered what his reaction to her re-marriage would be.
Hate
Anger
Jealousy
love
Not too much had happened over the course of their marriage, she was extremely happy with Lieutenant Kevin of the Starship Phoenix.
I'm coming back, for all the dead, well I'll take you home with me… I'm taking back the life you stole…
The couple were still military veterans and didn't intend to quit, though the war with the rebellion of Marcadia.
It gave them time to settle down and just spend family time. Sleep in late, go to bed late, live a semi-normal life.
Normality to confusion in five seconds flat.
Five years to five seconds to five lives to affect to five reasons to quit to five reasons…
Five reasons
To love.
(A/N) Well, friends, thank you VERY much.
Later chapters will be much more emotional and better.
THIS WAS A PROLOUGE, as in I'm just giving you an overview of what's been going on in the five year period.
Hope it filled in the blanks
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