Ratchet didn't like being told what to do.
He'd been a free spirit for most of his childhood, up to his mid-teens. And even then, he traveled the universe, the waves of the cosmos being the wind under his wings.
But now he was shackled, manhandled in the way he despised.
"You're gonna be here for a while, chump." One of the prison guards hissed, pushing at the young Lombax's shoulders.
Ratchet stumbled and gave him a primal snarl, flashing razor sharp canines. This only resulted with a strong electricak current pressed to his back. His eyes swam with white and he went blind for a moment, stumbling along the seemingly endless hall.
Finally, the guard twisted him around by the handcuffs, shoving him into an empty cell.
"Enjoy yourself." He laughed and slammed the door shut.
Even with his acute senses, Ratchet found himself sightless in the void of his cell. The walls jumped out at him, twisting his world like warped metal. The light's never turned on and the young hero was flung into absolute darkness, cold and alone.
Curling up into a fetal position, Ratchet hugged his knees to his chest.
He missed Big Al.
He missed Sasha.
He even missed Qwark.
But most of all, he missed Clank.
The tiny robot would be his only savior in this deep, dark, cold prison.
And yet, the Lombax was still alone, blind in the shadows and silence.