Ratchet and Clank: The First War
This is a remake of an older story that I made a while back, I´ve been building up on my experience and I decided to rewrite the story Hearts of Cold Blood. And I´m gonna make sure that this time I will do it without flaw for the sake of the readers entertainment. So without further ado...enjoy.
The rain dropped heavily on the streets of Meridian city. Recently a massive storm had surrounded more than a third of the whole planet. No one was allowed outside at the risk of getting blown miles away.
Yet still someone out there had the nerve to step out, someone who was either mad...or had simply nothing to lose.
A tiny figure ran as quickly as it could, using it´s small legs to the fullest. A large gash on it´s side indicated a struggle, a recent struggle.
As it continued to run the more it´s vitality was drained. The creature was losing a lot of blood...
Eventually it seemed to have found it´s destination...
A large house on the edge of the civil district, it looked different from the other houses but not so different that people would notice.
The figure ran with it´s last remaining strength to the door and attempted to ring the bell. The thundering storm did not make this easy either...
Soon after the lights had been turned on from the inside the door opened.
A small mechanical being stood in the doorstep, puzzled.
The one who had rung the bell appeared to be a Terachnoid, a very old Terachnoid. He looked distressed was the robot´s first thought before he noticed the massive wound in his side.
The Terachnoid tried to speak but his his throat was drier than the sands of Tabora. Before he could try any more he fell to the ground, blood flowing from the wound.
„Ratchet! Get down here now!" The robot yelled in despair. Down the stairs came a tired Lombax who didn´t seem to be aware of the situation. „What do you want Clank?" He said, his eyes barely open.
But it took him only half a second to smell the scent of blood. His expression changed dramatically as he noticed the bleeding body on his doorstep.
He ran immeadiately to his friend´s side who was observing the Terachnoid. Having well gifted sight, the Lombax noticed something in the Terachnoid´s grip.
A green cannister, that seemed flowing with energy. The Lombax took it from the Terachnoid and examined it. He was clearly used to all kinds of machinery but this kind of object he had never seen.
But the Terachnoid seemed to realize that the cannister was in the Lombax´s possession. For just a brief moment he opened his eyes and spoke...
„You seek answers Ratchet...about who you are..." He said with a dying voice. „This capsule holds the darkest secret your race has ever sealed...within it you will find the answers that you seek..." The Lombax listened intensely.
„But I warn you..." The Terachnoid used a different tone. „You may not like what you find, and if I were you I would destroy this object now. But if you really want answers...then it will lead you to them..." With those final words the Terachnoid coughed heavily and let out a gasp of air...it was evident...he was dead.
And just as he breathed his last, a massive bolt of lightning struck very close to the house.
Ratchet looked again at the cannister in his hand...and felt almost...as it was whispering to him.