Escape to Crusade

By Sarge 11

Disclaimer: I own squat. Insomniac owns Ratchet and Clank and all the glory (long live the Insomniacs!).

Chapter 3: The Escape

Ratchet woke up to find himself without Clank and in a dark, musty room. Apparently, the Tyhrranoids had captured him.

"Oh, my head. What just happened?" His question was answered just now in the most horrible way he could imagine.

"Hey, Secret Agent Clank!"

"Oh God, please not this guy!" Ratchet said under his breath.

"I think your chauffeur is conscious again!"

"Great, just my luck. Of all the cells to be thrown in, I get thrown in here with the President? Great. I've gotta get outta' here before they come to do what Tyhrranoids always do to they're, prisoners execute them. I've gotta get outta here. I didn't come all this way, fight so hard, and break half the bones in my body just to die at the hands of those God-forsaken Tyhrranoids. Ahem, I mean we've gotta get the President outta here. Oh, I have an idea. Clank, do you still have your shocker?"

"Yes, I believe that the Tyhrranoids know nothing about my shocker."

"Good, otherwise I'd use my wrench to break the lock, but they took it."

"Ratchet? Where are you going with this?"

"Let's just say it's a crazy escape plan."

"Oh, I understand, you want me to zap the lock."

"Got it. Uh-oh, I hear footsteps. Better hurry up and charge it."

"I am charging as fast as I can, Ratchet."

"Well charge it faster!"

"That crash seems to have lowered my power level. It is currently halfway charged. Three fourths."

The last fourth seemed to take an eternity.

"It is fully charged."

"ZAP THE LOCK!"

Chhsshhooww!

"Clank, keep your Zapper equipped. Clank? Clank?"

"That last shock seemed to have overloaded my circuits. Until you get me recharged this will be the last you here of me."

Here, a robotic voice not Clank's says, "Core experiencing power loss. Main unit shutting down, have a nice day."

"Agent Clank!"

"Oh, would you shut up? Just follow my lead. It sounds like there are only two of them. I can rip one to shreds. We might survive this if you can break every bone in the other one's body. So I kill one and you kill one alright?"

The President gave him a blank stare.

"Alright, fine. You pampered executives can't fight worth a dime. I'll kill em' both."

As the Tyhrranoids approached, Ratchet jumped from the shadows, snarling like a wild animal. He was right about one, thing there were only two. However, he did make one very wrong calculation...these were Robonoids, not Tyhrranoids. As you can imagine, it's much harder for teeth and claws to penetrate solid carbonox than a wrench. The rumble went on for some time before a battered, bruised, bleeding , and pissed off Ratchet finally returned to the cell to retrieve the President.

"You coming or what? Grab Clank and let's get out of here!"

Luckily for them, they encountered no other resistance, other than a group of Floranian Blood Flies, which Ratchet tore apart.

They made it to the hanger eventually and picked a dropship to get out of there in and flew away.

There, I finally got a reasonably long story in. Please R&R.

-Sarge 11