Many of the Galactic Rangers (or what was left of them) were in disbelief when RPS was revealed to be ran by Lombaxes a race that many have believed to have been banished years before. Ratchet himself went to investigate this shocking discovery carrying Clank and Quark in tow.

It took a week of tracking to find their main headquarters. RPS decided according to their records it was more practical to purchase a mining sized space station and then got modified by the minions for hire contractor's division from the nearby planet, Aridia. The day that they were allowing tours of their so-called faculties was the day the heads, Rowq and Twiner decided that they would be best for public relations.

Clank's scans on entry were rather simplistic based on everything it read. It was a basic low-level mining rig that was often towed to new mining operations once a new asteroid cluster was discovered. They were about the size of a large asteroid but no where near as big as space station colonies. It still had mining equipment as well as the refinement equipment on board, but they seem to have been retrofitted as a combat arena and excess storage facility. Was not actually a bad set up by Ratchet's dismissal. Though Quark was very much opposed to that thought.

"And now we bring you to the main offices ran by countless service drones continuous waiting on stand by for your collective membership." The tour guide spoke up extremely enthusiastic about the way their faculty was ran. "It is this room that ensures that are crack commando unit heads are dispatched whenever you are in need. For a moderately priced fee of course."

Ratchet stopped paying mind to the tour guide as he began to read the pricing of the memberships. "Simple services: includes, low listing priority, common to moderate level thugs, Heavy damages." His eyebrow raised up a little at the last one. "Why would destruction matter on getting a job done?" Clank peaked to the side of the services brochure interested in what was the company's rates.

"What a joke." Quark grumbled to himself looking at some of the technology in the building. A lot of it was clearly top of the line equipment that Rangers would have to put their own salary toward just to own it. "How can a company get away with this? There is no capital in this kind of work."

"It's called putting your back into it." A crass voice came from behind the group. "Helps when you actually give a darn about what you do." The tour group turned around to see a black hair Lombax with white fur showing at the end of his ears and slightly scarred tail. He did not exactly strike everyone as very welcoming most likely due to his to the point attitude.

"Please forgive him." A secondary voice surrounded by several hire droids walked in. "What he has in defiantly he lacks in charisma." A more ordered Lombax with complete white fur walked in she almost seemed to have a militaristic air about her presence as she spoke. Her glance turned to a glare as she passed him and then went to an almost unreadable poker face "Welcome to RPS headquarters." She eyed the audience "I see we have a few celebrities amongst us." She stated clearly directing toward Ratchet and Quark.

The crowd turned toward them in shock seeing them present in the tour. The trio were caught off guard as could be told by Ratchet and Clanks expressions. Quark however looked confused but through sheer force of personality tried to make better.

"Of course, we are here." He firmly announced seemingly trying to make it appears he was some form of celebrity endorsement. "Why wouldn't we welcome the new heroes on the block?"

"Well that's good to hear from the hasbin." The black haired Lombax finally spoke up. "Figured you were here to see if we are a threat to your revenue." Quark glared at the individual as he spoke with a half-crooked smirk on his face. His head turned toward Ratchet and Clank. "As for these two, well I'm guessing you just dragged them along to make less of a fool of yourself."

"Ridiculous claims." The Galactic hero voiced out as he put his hand on the Ranger's real mvp. "Young Ratchet was the one concerned about this."

Ratchet looked at the leader of the rangers mildly annoyed. "While that is not true I was surprised to see more of my kind around here." He admitted catching the two Lombaxes of guard. "I was curious as to where you are from, I was thinking I was the only one left."

"Now that's heartening." The cynical Lombax spoke surprisingly real and lacked a single ounce of sarcasm within his tone. "Well rest assure kid, You're not alone." He began to walk away. "Yo, tour guide." He spoke up as he was heading to one of the hallways. "How about we give these folks a real show. It's time for me and my partner to train a bit. Bet it'll boost the ratings."

"Really now, Qrow you've hardly changed." The white Lombax spoke up annoyed.

"It's just and exhibition match Winter, we'll view as a way to encourage the call of our services." He lifted his hands behind his back as he made his way to the training chamber.

The tour guide seemed shocked at the request. "I don't know what that means but we seem to be in luck everyone. Follow me to the viewing deck." She declared looking confused at the sudden request from the often-cynical employer.

In the hallway Qrow walked toward the training chamber sighing heavily. "Figures that the person who did this to us has it out against some kid." He closed his eyes recalling during the time frame his reeducation was happening.

Several months ago

"Dave!" Nefarious yelled in anger "Why can't you reconfigure him?" his tone still shrills in Qrow's mind. It seemed that the reason for his reconfigure his mind was from an almost supernatural force protecting whatever remains of his original being. If he were to guess he was betting His Aura to cause unnatural bad luck has been significantly weakened from the whatever they put him through resulting in him retaining his memories and personality.

"I don't know sir." Dave was whimpering to the side of the lab. "I tried the Conditiatron, Hypnowyrms, even track C of the in your head album by Three Heads In. None of it works. The moment he is Conditioned, he is back to himself in five minutes." Dave was terrified of whatever was protecting him.

"Bah he must have built up resistance to pop jazz." The Doctor yelled in annoyance. "I'll need to find a new boy band to alter the flow of my income."

"Sir I think he may just be naturally strong willed." Dave replied reading his latest failures results. "Maybe if we were to just simply hold him and the other subject at gun point he may obey our rules."

Nefarious seemed to deep into his thoughts to hear the thought as he slowly tried to run schematics for a new kind of hypnotic device. He growled angrily when he saw that it would take too long to fully build a new one. "I don't have the time frame." He muttered loudly to himself while his claws chipped the paint on his recently painted body. "Maybe if I were to hold him at gun point. No, he looks like the type with a death wish. But his friend." He began to grin as he turned to look at his intern. "DDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAAVVVVEEEEE! Prepare the two for surgery."

"Right away sir." Dave replied running straight to the chamber that their subjects had been cooped up in.

3 hours later….

Qrow woke to find himself yet again strapped to a table. At this rate he was feeling like a secret agent in the spy films his niece got into when she was a just a kid with grangers of being some hero.

"Hello specimen." The familiar voice came in from behind his new confinements. Qrow tried tilting his head to see the individual that has so far sent him on a ride through what could best be called hell. He watched the hunched mechanical frame of his capture stroll in front of his visage giving an imposing stature standing a good foot taller than himself. "This is a simple order you will work for me or I kill her." He tilted the table in the direction of furry lemur like creature, the same type of Qrow had been shifted into.

Qrow's glare shifted between who he guessed was Winter now shifted into this verminous form. He curled his insides as he hucked a load of saliva at the robot in front of him. It cackled a little as he wiped the loogie off his metallic frame. "Perhaps a slide show will best show your situation. A monitor approached again in a way Qrow could only describe as from one of those many spy films his niece was entertained by. The slide flickered on showing the title "Nefarious' Evil Revenge Plot of DOOOM!" Spelt also like a generic spy film billing.

The first slide present was what could only be described a propaganda-based character of who Qrow could guess was the primary target of his already melodramatic plan. "This young pest is known as Ratchet, an annoying do-good-well that has foiled my plans one times to many."

"You do realize the reason for this is you completely undermine him, right?" Qrow quipped in as The Individual he concluded to be Nefarious. Stopped in place to look at him. "I've seen this kind of plot one too many times."

"If only the brain washing worked but something has made you overly resistant to my current techniques." He grumbled quickly fast-forwarding most of his presentation seeing as his captive was a big cynic.

"It's either my bad luck or the amount of alcohol and I'm leaning toward the prior." Qrow joked as an advertisement appeared in front of him. "Let me guess the organization the poor sought works for?"

Nefarious looked at him even more confused as to how on earth he knows that bit of information. He slowly tilted his head to see that Ratchet was near the center before the Galactic Ranger's poster child Qwark seemed to get the most attention. "How observant." He grumbled fast forwarding again. This time to a series of random letters thinking he would finally be able to speak. "I plan to go for the long-term plan that works through build up to the Ranger's fall." He began to explain. "That is why I had Patented R.P.S."

"In Laymen's terms your making an organization that is supposed to be direct competition with a public service." Qrow snidely responded seeming to already understand Nefarious plan better than he was expecting.

"You little." The robotic mastermind was losing his temper. He eventually settled down showing footage of an operation taken only a few minutes ago. "To ensure compliance I've- "

"rigged her with some kind of virus or explosive that will detonate should I do anything that goes against your original plan. I should mention this is not my first mad scientist's spiel I've ever heard." Qrow concluded finally looking over at the snow white Lombax that was still asleep.

"Then you know what must be done." Nefarious grumbled angrily at the conscripted recruit.

"Yeah, yeah all I got to do is kill this kid, right?" He was going to hate himself for it, but it was all he could agree with.

"Good. Then get ready you have weapons to make." Nefarious cackled as he left the newly conformed soldier to his devices until they could establish a name.

Present

"Qrow you are going against protocol." Winter glared at the Lombax as he slowly prepped for his newly challenged opponent.

"Look at it this way Winter, if you are even still in there at this point." Qrows voice was always cynical and unphased by most things that happens to him granted this transformation has almost completely saved him from his once cursed Semblance. "The quicker I get this taken care of the quicker I get a chance to inert those devices in you then the quicker I can get him to reverse this mess then the sooner we can get back home." Even though he was saying this it seemed like he was well aware that he shouldn't trust a mad scientist to keep his word, it was rule nine of the secret agents codebook he was pretty sure.