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With that said, here's Chapter 2.


"Get down!" shouted Ratchet over the roaring explosions of the battlefield as a Tyrranoid Death Walker fired three crimson energy blasts at his entrenched position.

The warning came much too late for a trio of Galactic Rangers; the searing beams tore completely through their metal bodies, and they fell into a heap of charred metal and melted plastic, still crackling with electricity.

"Son of a…," began Ratchet, glaring at the hunk of twisted metal that was once three Galactic Rangers, but he was cut short when he was forced to dodge a beam from the same Death Walker. However, the weapon caught him in the shoulder and he was knocked five feet backwards. Luckily, his Aegis Mark V armor lived up to its reputation, angling the shoulder plate and deflecting the beam, though, due to the intense heat, he was sure that he had at least suffered a 1st degree burn.

"Alright, it's payback time,' said Ratchet, shouldering his Multi-Disk Gun with a grin.

He pointed it at the offending vehicle, locked on, and pulled the trigger.

The razor-sharp carbonox blade flew from the weapon with enough recoil to make him take a step back, mostly due to its sheer size. It was well worth it though, as the shot hit its mark, slicing the legs off of the Death Walker and splitting in two. These proceeded to wreak havoc among every Tyrranoid within twenty feet of the intended target.

The enemy began to retreat through a nearby canyon.

"Trooper!" said Ratchet, addressing a nearby Ranger, "Is there a Hover ship nearby? I've got a plan."

"Yes sir, it's right over there," replied the Ranger, pointing at their base camp.

Ratchet hurried over to the camp, and found the Hovership on a nearby landing pad.

"We received your request, Sarge, the Hovership is fueled, armed, and ready to fly," said a Ranger who had just finished loading missiles into the weapon pods.

"Good job. Take a squadron of Rangers and pursue the Tyrranoids through the canyon. I'll take the Hovership, fly to the other side, and ambush them, a basic pincer maneuver. Once we get rid of them, it should be much easier to take their base."

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Good, now get moving," said Ratchet while climbing into the pilot seat of the aircraft.

Ratchet took the ship over the plateau, and to the other side of the canyon, positioning it behind a rock face to avoid detection. After ten minutes of waiting, several red dots appeared on his radar.

Ratchet pulled the ship out of its hiding spot and began to open fire.

The fleeing Tyrranoids skidded to a halt upon seeing the vehicle blocking

their path of escape. The ones that were brave, or foolish, enough to do so, opened fire and were the first to be blown into tiny robotic fritters. The rest turned tail and ran, only to be met by Galactic Ranger fire.

The fight was over in minutes, ending with the complete destruction of the Tyrranoid troops.

The Hovership was out of ammo, so Ratchet landed it and hopped out, as there was no use in attacking the enemy base with it anymore.

Ratchet walked over to the Rangers. "How many casualties did we take?" he asked the lead Ranger.

"Just three, sir, one killed, two damaged."

"Alright," replied Ratchet, "We should make an assault on their main base now, before they can reinforce it."

"Yes sir!" the Ranger turned to the rest of his squad. "Listen up, people! This is the final assault! When we win this, our job on this planet will be finished!" he said, careful to use the word 'when' instead of 'if'.

The Rangers took up support positions behind the rocks around the base, once again leaving Ratchet to finish the job. Rolling his eyes at this thought, he pulled out his wrench and prepared for the wave of small Tyrranoids that came every time that he had attacked a Tyrranoid base in the past.

Sure enough, about twelve one-eyed Tyrranoids teleported to the site in a last-ditch defense. Ratchet braced himself for the fight. Ratchet dispatched most of them easily, but one managed to bite him in the leg; hard. Grimacing from the pain, he hit his attacker three times in the head with the wrench, each strike reverberating with the sound of crunching metal, before it let go and stopped moving. Ratchet examined the wound on his leg; the bite had penetrated through his fur, skin, and muscle.

"Yep, I'm gonna be feeling this tomorrow," he thought.

Doing his best to ignore his injury, he refocused his mind on the situation. All he had to do was destroy the gattling turrets and the battle would be won.

"You alright, sir?" one of the Ranger spoke up.

Ratchet turned to face him, "Yeah, I'll be fine," he replied, pulling out his Nitro Eruptor.

"Ok, then," said the Ranger. He could have sworn that he heard the Ranger whisper, "Whew, okay he doesn't need any help," to the others, accompanied by a sigh of relief by the others.

Ratchet closed in on the turrets and the shields around then deactivated. The turrets began to fire.

Just in time, Ratchet activated his Shield Charger and fired two grenades at the turrets, which disappeared in the explosions. When the dust settled, the enemy base lay in ruins, and a cheer rose from the ranks of the Galactic Rangers.

Ratchet contacted the Phoenix.

"Ratchet calling Sasha," he said through the com.

The captain of the Phoenix appeared on screen. "Sasha here, go ahead Ratchet," she said.

"We won the battle, Sasha," he said, "The last remaining Tyrranoid forces on Aridia have been defeated."


And that's Chapter two. Hope that was enough action for one chapter.