Disclaimers: I don't own Ratchet and Clank. If I did, Ratchet would have used his O2 Mask much more often in the second and third games.

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Chapter Twenty-two: Raxamis, Part 2

Heinous wiped some imaginary sweat from his forehead. He, Albert and the ten robo roosters had just finished with his room.

"Done," said Heinous, looking at the handiwork.

From the entrance's point of view, there was a small one-person bed against the wall on the right. The foot of the bed faced forward. On the left, there was a bookcase and a case for extra bottles and beakers. At the foot of the bed, there was a cupboard, filled with some gadgetry. In front of the door, there was brown desk with a computer, monitor and other various input and output devices. Behind the desk, stood a swivel chair. Besides the bed, there was a small basket for Sandy. Dr. Heinous' room.

"Sir. Two things. One: why do you need a bed?" asked Albert.

Heinous smirked. "Although I'm against squishies, some 'squishiness' still lingers inside me. What's the other thing?"

"What about her?" Albert said while pointing at Courtney's body in the middle of the room.

Heinous thought aloud. "I could take her to the lab/hospital room."

"But, sir, what if that robot wakes up and kills her or something?"

"Are you beginning to care?" Heinous asked with a small smirk.

Albert frowned at this.

"Just because I can feel, sir, that doesn't mean I'm in love with some stereotype pop singer!" he defended.

"Good. Now back to the subject at hand," Heinous went on and looked away, "robo rooster," he pointed at one of the ten other robots, "place that robot on my bed. I will tend to her later."

The robot did as it was told.

Heinous turned to Albert, "Let's go get some of the tools I stole and try to repair that robot," he faced the other robots, "as for you, make yourselfers scarce until I need you later on."

The robo rooters were gone.

"C'mon, Albert," said Heinous, "we need to fix that robot. And don't worry about Sandy, she's asleep."

Albert looked at the basket. It was true; Sandy was curled in a small, iron ball. A single wire was attached to her head. The other end of the wire went under the bed. Sandy was recharging.

Albert remembered what Heinous just said and replied, "I don't think I'll worry that much, sir."

The butler left the room.

Professor's voice: "--… Hmm. Seems the script's missing a few pages."

Qwark's voice: "Er--Thanks, Professor, I'll take it from here. And so ends this amazing adventure; the true story of how Captain Qwark defeated the sinister nefarious that is--er--Well, Dr. Nefarious."

The screen goes blank.

Nefarious stared at the screen, not saying a word.

"Sir," Lawrence started, "are you alright--?"

"IS THAT--?"

"Oh, Lance, it's not right."

"Why not, Janice?"

"Because--"

SLAP!

"--ALL? I'M MUCH MORE POWERFUL THAN THAT!"

Nefarious lowered his fists, panting. Qwark snickered.

Suddenly, Nefarious got up looked Qwark straight in the eye and grabbed the green one's shoulders.

"Come on, Qwark! I was much stronger than that!"

"Well…er…"

Ratchet got up from his spot and put his hand on Nefarious' shoulder.

"Ease up, Nefarious. It's just a game," Ratchet said, "it doesn't matter if it's wrong."

Nefarious let go of Qwark and said, "Yeah, you're right. It's just a game."

"Okay then," Qwark stood up, "let's continue with the tour."

"Not so fast, Qwark," Ratchet grinningly pointed, halting Qwark in his tracks, "Nefarious hasn't played the fifth one yet.

Qwark sat down.

Heinous and Albert were walking down the hall of the twenty-seventh floor. They had been to The Big Room to get some tools so they could fix the mysterious robot.

"Sir, why do I have to carry all the tools?" Albert asked. He was carrying all the tools Heinous wanted.

"Because, Albert, I need my hands free so I can scratch my chin and think," Heinous replied.

"You only need one hand, sir."

"Oh, no no no, Albert. I need one hand to scratch and another to support the one scratching."

Instead of saying 'you've got to be shitting me', Albert kept quiet.

Suddenly…

"You don't suppose this robot's dangerous, do you, Albert?"

"Hmm. It could be. It looks like Dr. Nefarious. There's no doubt that it was created by him."

"I don't know. It was coloured rather… um… how should I say this?"

"Uniquely?"

"Yeah, that's a more polite word other than what I was gonna say. I think it was created by some Dr. Nefarious wannabe"

"Probably."

"Hmm…"

"What do you suppose is in that utility belt?"

"I'm guessing utility stuff."

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

The two reached the door. The door slid open. Heinous and Albert walked in. Heinous stopped moving, his eyes, which were usually semicircles at an angle, were now complete spheres. Albert looked over the heap of tools in his arms and became flabbergasted.

(Author's Note: To make a cliff-hanger or not to make a cliff-hanger? That is the question. Hmmm. Nah, I'll continue.)

"And then, Agent Clank deflects the lasers blasts from those ninjas with a plate and knocks them down. He then throws the plate at a lamp, which is hanging over Max Million. But nothing happens. 'Ha! You missed!' Max says, 'so much for the famous Secret Agent--OOF!' The lamp falls on him and he gets shocked!"

There sat the unknown robot, talking to a constructobot about a 'Secret Agent Clank' commercial. It was sitting on one of the tables. The eyes were now open, giving off an orange colour."

"Isn't that cool?" the robot asked.

The constructobot didn't respond.

"Pfft!" the robot waved the constructobot off, "you're no fun!"

It turned his head and noticed Heinous and Albert.

"Hi!" the robot waved.

"Um. Hi," Heinous waved back.

"You can talk?"

"Yeah."

"Can he talk?" the robot pointed at Albert.

"Yes," Albert spoke for Heinous.

The robot jumped off the table and walked up to Heinous and Albert.

"Hi, what's your name?" he held out a hand.

"Dr. Heinous," Heinous nervously shook the emerald hand.

"I like the antennas. Very retro."

"Er… Thanks."

"And you are…" the robot held out a hand to Albert.

The butler put the heap of tools down.

"Albert," Albert shook the robot's hand.

"Nice to meet ya, Dr. Heinous and Albert," the robot happily said.

"Do you have a name?" Albert asked.

"Sure," the robot jumped back a few feet. "I am the amazing Ra--Hey, where's my belt?" The robot felt its hips. "And where's my cape?"

"Oh, sorry," Heinous said and walked up to the closet and opened it, "I thought you were dangerous. So, I took them." He threw them to the robot.

The robot caught them and asked, "Even the cape?" He put the utility belt on a nearby table and put his cape on. He then picked up the belt and buckled it on his hips.

"It was getting in the way," Heinous retorted.

"Can I help it if my cape is sooooooooo cool?"

"Um…"

"You were saying your name," Albert said.

"Oh yeah!" the robot cleared his throat. "I am the amazing Raxamis!" Upon saying his name, he pulled something out of his utility belt and threw it on the floor. Pink and black smoke danced out. Raxamis put is hands on his hips and stood in a heroic pose. "And I hate squishies!"

Heinous blinked. "Did you say you hate squishies?"

"Uh huh. And I can easily destroy them with these," his hands turned into laser cannons. "And, my personal favorites," he went on, "THESE!" He pulled out two laser sword hilts from his belt and activated them. Blue energy emerged from the hilts. Raxamis spun them around a few times before deactivating them and returning them to his utility belt.

(Author's Note: To make things easies, picture laser swords like lightsabers, okay?)

"There's plenty more where those came from!"

"…," Heinous stared.

"…," Albert stared.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Raxamis smirked.

Heinous went up to the robot, a smile on his face. He said, "Well then, Raxamis, perhaps you could be of use to me."

"Really?" Raxamis' eyes lit up. He was like a child.

"Yup. But first, you need to tell me what you were doing, floating in space."

Raxamis' smile disappeared. "May I tell you that later?" he asked.

Heinous sighed and said, "Fine."

Raxamis smiled and said, "Good. But can you tell me something?"

Heinous put a hand on the robot's shoulder. "Child, I have a lot to tell you about. I have to tell you about what's going on. My plan. Out current status. Everything."

"Yeah, I know. But could you at least tell me if Dr. Nefarious is still trying to take over the galaxy?"

Heinous blinked and let go of the robot's shoulder.

"It's practically been a year since Dr. Nefarious failed to take over the galaxy."

"Oh," a beat, "is he dead?"

"I'll tell you everything soon. Firstly, tell us about yourself."

"Well, I have laser cannons and several laser swords. I was programmed to know a lot about holovid shows, music, comics, movies, events, actors and actresses. As well as be a fan."

"So, you're saying that you're a fanboy?" asked Albert.

Raxamis faced Albert and raised a green fist. "You have a problem with that, Jeeves?" he mocked.

The butler raised his hands in defense and said, "Not at all."

"And what are you a fan of most?" Heinous asked.

"Courtney Gears and Secret Agent Clank," Raxamis answered. The fanboy's orange eyes turned into stars as he girlishly cupped his hands together and sighed dreamily. "They're the greatest."

"Okaaaaaaay," Heinous took one step back.

"That must be why the smoke was pink and black," Albert said.

"Yeah. Those colours represent them."

Silence.

"Don't let my fanboyishness fool you, Dr. Heinous," Raxamis said, "I can definitely kick an ass or two."

"You do know, of course, that Agent Clank is merely a fictional character, played on the holovid," Heinous said.

"Yeah, I know," Raxamis stood normally, "it's just that--you know--it's such a damn good show."

"It's pleasant to know that there's another admirer out there who knows that Agent Clank doesn't really exist," Albert said.

"Tell me about it," a beat, "Wait. You're a fan of 'Secret Agent Clank'?"

"Yes."

"Ooooh! Remember that episode when--?"

"Ahem!" Heinous cut Raxamis off, "I hate to disturb the 'Hello-we're-obsessed-fanboys-who-live-in-our-mother's-basements' meeting, but I have to talk to Raxamis about what's going on."

Heinous walked to the door. He stopped and looked back, "And maybe we can see what you can do in the training room."

"We have a training room?" asked Albert.

"Yup; on the twenty-first floor."

"Coooooooool!" Raxamis exclaimed.

After telling the constructobots to get back to work after transporting the tools to The Big Room, Heinous motioned with his hand for Albert and Raxamis to follow him.

Raxamis walked out first. But, before Albert could leave the room, Heinous stopped him.

"Albert, go to my room, bring Courtney's body here and put her on a table."

"Why, sir?"

"Because if this fanboy sees her, he'll keep bugging me about fixing her."

"But, do you plan to fix her?"

"Yes, I do. But not now."

"Hey, Dr. Heinous," Raxamis called from down the hall, "you coming, or what?"

Heinous looked at Raxamis, "I'm coming, Raxamis. I'm just telling Albert to run a little errand for me."

"Kay."

"Now, do it, Albert."

"Right," Albert headed for the elevator.

Heinous and Raxamis headed the opposite way.

Okay, this isn't one of my best chapters, but please have fate in me. Y'all have no idea what I have in store for you. Chapter Twenty-four will make you want to read your asses off.

Okay, SLYFOXX, I'm sorry if you don't like the way I made Raxamis, but his fighting power will make up for everything.

Anyways, please review and don't flame.