Unknown to Ratchet, Clank and Qwark, an evil they thought destroyed was awakening once more…
Dr Nefarious.
That weirdo that entered Galaxy Idol. Whatever happened to him? He got no call-backs that's for sure. Apparently Galactic President Qwark and him are mortal enemies. I'm no eavesdropper, but I heard Qwark really smashed the crap out of Nefarious. They say that he transmogrificated into a robot. The logic is strong in this one. After that he went mad and tried to Biobliterate everyone into robots. Once again, that logic smells good. His attempts failed when our two heroes Ratchet and Clank defeated the mad scientist, leaving him and his butler stranded on an asteroid. There's also some sort of rumour that the asteroid landed on a peaceful planet known as Zanifar. The Fongoids, the species that inhabited the lands, taught the doctor about life in a hippie-spiritual sort of way. In the end, Nefarious took advantage of the nature loving Fongoids, forcing them all into oblivious servitude. Guess your personality disintegrates after spending over a year on an asteroid.
Nefarious used the Zoni, the alien species that the Fongoids revered, to capture Clank; they then led him to the Great Clock in the exact centre of the universe – give or take 50 feet. There he discovered the full potential of the clock and planned to rewind time; which would have been catastrophic if Ratchet hadn't come along. And believe me that turned into a huge shiitake mess. Apparently, Lawrence, his butler, teleported the beat-up doctor just before his ship crashed into his headquarters and kasploded, uh, exploded. Well, that's what the 6 o'clock News said...
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Chapter 2: Last Resort
The dark room stood still and lifeless; quite like a hat stand. Tools, machine parts and devices laid scattered across desktops and benches. A mysterious pink liquid swam through the overhead pipes that illuminated the room something astonishing. Other than the faint drip of the pipeline, the wind whistled through the air vent in a peculiar fashion.
Distant footsteps suddenly interrupted the peace and tranquillity. With every step closer, the rattle of tools on the desktops grew louder. A bright yellow shine lit up the hallway as the ambling figure got closer and closer. Finally the figure appeared in the door frame.
A robot, its metal glimmering from the light of the electric lantern it was holding. With its eyes glowing light blue, it gazed into the dark room with a cynical temperament. No, this is not Megatron. Revenge of the fallen is now, come on. Who I am talking about is Lawrence, Dr Nefarious' butler. Who knows why someone would ever put up with Nefarious' nonsense, maybe it's the mockery he puts upon Nefarious behind his back, or the fact he gets to strike Nefarious over the head whenever he freezes up.
Lawrence proceeded into the room with his face bright with luminance. He made his way over to a small machine attached to the wall. With a flick of a switch, the room suddenly ignited with bright lights each emitting from a different source. Objects were beginning to come into focus as each light penetrated the darkness. There were blueprints, blinking buttons, janitor supplies and lots of other things too. The lights then revealed a long table on the far side of the room. It was surrounded by most of the machines and the majority of the tools; indistinctly messy. But it was what was lying on the table that was Lawrence's purpose for entering this room. With a wrench clenched in his right hand he made his way over to the table.
On the tabletop laid Dr Nefarious; his lifeless body dented and damaged. It seemed that Lawrence had been working to repair Nefarious over the months as Lawrence looked at Nefarious as if he were a common pot hole. Unshaken by what he saw, Lawrence connected a pink wire that was hanging overhead to various parts of Nefarious' dusty body. His head, hands, chest and legs. Nefarious' body was now alight with glowing pink.
With an unconvinced sigh Lawrence reached above him and flicked a few overhead switches connected to a large machine. The room was suddenly filled with whirringsounds as the machine revved its capacitors and warmed up its circuitry.
If this doesn't work I should consider catering, the sarcastic Lawrence thought to himself, and with that he reached for a dial beside him. He turned it slowly as the numbers on the screen ascended and stopped at 4. The whirring turned into a loud monotonous roaring that came and went in a steady and continuous beat. Nefarious' circuitry was coursing pink in the rhythm of the machine.
Although nothing else happened. Lawrence frowned or at least attempted to seeing as he had no eyebrows. Something must have gone wrong with his calculations. Lawrence held Nefarious' right arm and squinted. Nefarious' index finger twitched oh so slightly. Lawrence's eyes widened.
He retreated back to his original position and glanced at the screen connected to the machine. "Anything past Level 4 could be potentially dangerous!" was written in Lawrence's hand writing on one of the many sticky notes stuck on and around the machine. Disregarding this, Lawrence reached for the dial and deliberately turned it slowly clockwise.
The machine revved louder with every level the dial reached, but Nefarious' movements stayed the same. Lawrence theorised that if he gave Nefarious' system a quick boot it would revive him. He decided it was now or never. He rapidly turned the dial to Level 10...
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