Here it is, my first fic. Hope you like it. The OC is the Disciple of Entropy, who will be introduced in this chapter, along with an army of one of the other OCs. As for who these are, see my profile.
"How do you do it, Ratchet?"
"Do what, Al?"
"Carry around all those massive weapons at one time? I've ran the numbers, and it's physically impossible!"
"Oh, it's simple really. I just…"
Suddenly, a voice ran over the intercom. "Ratchet and Clank, please report to the bridge immediately. Repeat, Ratchet and Clank, please report to the bridge immediately."
"Well, suppose I might as well forget about lunch." Said Ratchet, pushing his tray away. "But that's life on the Starship Phoenix."
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On the bridge, Sasha stood at the door. "Ratchet, Clank, here is the situation." she said. "A group of unknown origin is attacking Florana. Thus far, reports have shown them to be unstoppable. Since you two are our best team, you get the job of stopping them."
"Got it," replied Ratchet quickly. "I'm on my way."
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As Ratchet's ship left comm. range, Sasha thought to herself "Be careful, Ratchet."
Just then, Skid, who was watching the sensors, said "Uhh, I'm seeing lots of weird green dots on the radar, and they're not responding to hails. Oh look, smaller green dots are coming out of them. Is that bad?"
As if to reply, a galactic ranger exclaimed "Incoming missiles! Run for your lives!"
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Over Florana, Ratchet and Clank were about to skydive down to the surface, which was overrun by invaders. They jumped out, Ratchet clamping Clank to his back with that familiar "click!" Little did the notice the massive ship about a mile back decloaking and tractoring in their empty ship on autopilot…
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Ratchet landed on the planet and immediately switched on his Shield Charger. These guys were going to be tough. They were each eight feet tall, with skin that looked like the inside of a volcano. They had Balrog-like horns on their foreheads. They carried an assortment of Plasma Whips, Lava Guns, Nitro Eruptors, and a multitude of other weapons Ratchet had never seen before, one in each hand. Ratchet pulled out his Decimator and started firing. But to no avail. For every one that he killed-and it wasn't easy, it took about 5 shots just to kill one-two more took its place. Ratchet was running out of ammo fast. His shield charger was down, and his nanotech was low. Just as he thought all was lost, one of the enemies fell, to the ground, dead. The invaders turned to face the new threat. Then, they saw him. Standing on a tree branch nearby was a man in cargo blue jeans and a white short sleeve tee-shirt. As far as Ratchet could tell however, his arms were completely metal. Also, instead of a hand, there was a thin, 2-foot spike on his left arm. But on his right arm, which was pointing at the invaders, the spike had split into fourths and slid back a bit on his arm to reveal a thin cylinder with a glowing, orange tip that was smoking like a gun after firing. "Hey," he said calmly to Ratchet, "need some help?"
End Chapter 1