Disclaimers: Who invented these things, anyway?.!

I am so embarrassed. I had received a review, saying that I had screwed up in Chapter Twenty-three (not actual quote). It was as if Heinous had met Ratchet for the first time when him and Ratchet engaged a little on Kalebo III. I have some editing to do. Read it after this.

Chapter Twenty-eight: We're going to Bogon

There was no real battle that caused the city--along with any others on this planet--to die. Since this planet lost a piece of itself--courtesy of Chairman Drek--the climate changed almost instantly. Immediately, resulting in the inhabitants becoming extinct without having a chance to adapt. The climate could have gotten warmer; it could have gotten colder. Whatever the temperature, the deceased people died because of it.

The planet had swung out of its orbit. After that, a lot ozone was lost. The side which wasn't facing the sun most likely froze faster than it would have, had the ozone stayed. And the side facing the sun most likely suffocated because of the air 'leaving' the planet and entering space's cold vacuum.

Like Planet Veldin or Planet Umbris, some of the ozone stayed. One could see space and the violet sky at the same time. The sky had many unfixable 'patches' per se.

The city was like any other abandoned city. Unique building complexes left alone, broken, forgotten. The streets showered with debris of an unknown struggle. The occasional dust ball thingy which is seen in cowboy movies.

In the present, the city was full of artificial activity. Hundreds of robots marched/drove in and out of the city to gather lost bits of technology. The salvaged parts would be used for building more vehicles and equipment. The equipment was for the cube-shaped base, which was a mile a way from the city. The robots were built off some of the city, as was the base. No matter what was taken, there was always more than enough.

As said earlier, vehicles were used as well. But there was one particular vehicle which wasn't used like the others.

"No, that one."

"Huh?"

"Press that button."

"How do you know, Jeeves? Hmmmmm?"

"Because I'm observant, that's why."

"Pffft…whatever."

Click.

Wuurrrrrrrrrrrrr-Chiiiink!

"Okay, so it removed that thing which stuck out. So what?"

"That 'thing' would have disintegrated anything in our path, had you pressed that button."

"Really?.?"

"Yes, really."

"Really rrrreeeaaaaallllllyyyyyy?.?.?.?.?.?"

"Yes, really."

"Reallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?.?.?.?.?.?.?.?.?.?.?.?.?.?.?"

"Yes, yes really, Raxamis."

"Real--"

"YESYESYESYESYESYESYES!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!"

"Wow."

"…"

"Really?"

"…………."

"Cool. Let's try it."

"What--?"

Click.

Chiiiink-Wuurrrrrrrrrrrrr!

"No, stop, Raxamis!"

"Too late!"

Click.

ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

"Ooooh…ahhhhh."

"Oh dear."

"That was awesome!.!"

"Do you realise what you've just done?"

"Um…destroy a building."

"That AND over fifty constructobots."

"……..oops."

Albert palmed his forehead.

Raxamis noticed. "What? It's not like they can't be replaced!"

"Just drive and search for something."

"Okay... Say what's this button do?" Raxamis pointed at a yellow button.

"It says 'Ejector seat'," Albert read.

"Really?"

"Let's not start with that again."

"Man, you're no fun," Raxamis pouted, "Why did you even come?"

Albert looked at Raxamis in disbelief. "I do know about some sitcoms, Raxamis. And I believe that you're doing that on propose just to be--"

Click.

Raxamis pressed a certain yellow button.

The roof of the vehicle suddenly whirred open.

"?" Albert looked up at the oblivion of space/sky. He didn't even have a second to ask Raxamis what was happening.

POMPH-SWOOOOOSH!.!.!.!

"!.!.!.!.!" Albert gasped as the ejector seat went off. His seat.

In under a second, he found himself soaring upwards. If he was still organic, blood would have rushed downwards.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa………!"

Raxamis shrugged comically and continued driving.

"Good… Just keep it steady…….and lower it gently," Heinous commanded.

Him and thirty constructobots were about a mile away from the base--not in the same direction as the city. One constructobot operate a crane which carried the mysterious pod. The pod was slowly lowered into a deep hole.

The other twenty-nine stood stationary, waiting emotionlessly. Their hands were dirty with infertile soil from digging.

Eventually, the crane managed to lower the pod all the way. Then the crane pulled its cable up all the way.

"Okay then. Now bury it!" Heinous barked.

All the constructobots--including the one from the crane--started throwing soil into the pit. Some of them kicking, some of them gathering handfuls and others like dogs.

Soon, the hole was completely covered.

All thirty constructobots gathered in a line, awaiting Heinous' speech.

"Well done, constructobots. Well done," Heinous said as he stood in front of the line. "Together, we have built a crane, a perfect place to put my secret project and all this happened within a short period of time. But I'm afraid there's only one thing left for me to do."

The constructobots seemed interested. That was until Heinous said--

"DESTROY ALL WITNESSES!"

Before the constructobots could react, Heinous produced a green ball of energy, jumped back and threw it.

BLAAAM!.!.!

Five constructobots were destroyed instantly. Ten others were annihilated by the shockwave.

The robots ran in different directions.

It was futile.

RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!

Heinous shot his 'trademark' yellow bullets from his hands.

P-P-P-PING!

Some bounced off the soil, while others--

BOOM! B-BOOM! BOO-BOO-OM! B-B-B-B-B-B-OOOOOOOOM!

--hit constructobots, causing them to explode.

Heinous ceased fire. He observed the scattered parts everywhere. Then he noticed something running away. The last one.

Before perusing it, Heinous destroyed the crane with more yellow fury.

RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!.!.!.! KABOOM!.!.!

Heinous' wings emerged from his back and the scientist took to the air.

He soared to a certain height and began to peruse the last 'witness'.

Although the constructobots were good at building, they were hopeless at running. So it didn't take Heinous long to catch up.

Plant! He landed straight in the robot's path. The constructobot skidded to a stop.

TWISH!.!.! Heinous hot a disk from his mouth.

TWIIIII-IIIIIISHHH!.!

The disk sailed through the air and--

THWACK!.!.!.!

Decapitated the constructobot.

TW-TW-T-T-T-TWIII-III-TW-TWWW-TTTTWWWIIISSSHHH!.!.!.!.!

Heinous shot disk-after-disk at the robot. Each one hit its target. Each one from Heinous' mouth.

The remains of the robot fell to the ground.

Heinous stood up straight and panted.

"That…sorts out…everything……..--"

Heinous heard something. He listened.

"….."

It sounded like…….

"….."

….screaming.

"………..aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--!.!.!.!.!.!"

WHUMP!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!

Albert--along with his seat--came crashing down.

Albert stopped screaming when he noticed he was okay.

"I'm……alive?"

"Not for long if you don't move."

Albert jumped at the sound of the voice. Although it came out muffled, he recognised it."

"Sir! Where are you?.!" Albert looked left and right.

"Down here."

"Where?"

"Down here!" a little louder, but still muffled.

"I don't understand."

"Dammit, Albert!.!.!.! I'm underneath you!.!"

"OOPS!" Albert jumped off and removed the seat. "Sorry, sir."

Heinous' head was the only thing visible. The rest of him was underground.

"It's okay," Heinous said. "Had I been a squishy, I would be dead."

"That's true," Albert said.

"But if you think you owe me or something, you can redeem yourself by getting me out of here."

"Right away!"

While Albert started digging, Heinous asked, "Why did you crash on me with a seat?"

"Raxamis felt like seeing what every button in the vehicle could do."

"He's quite curious, isn't he--?"

BOOOOOOOOOM!.!.!.!.!

The sound of something exploding came from the city.

"Yes he is, sir."

"Hm."

Heinous was free….eventually.

"Whew! That feels much better!" Heinous exclaimed as he dusted himself off.

"What exactly where you ding out here?" Albert asked suddenly.

"Err… I was--um--……sightseeing!"

"Okay. Should we return to the base?"

"Yes, we should. I gotta get back to the research."

"You mean you haven't done it?"

"Don't worry, I got it covered."

Sandy flipped through the pages of an old magazine. She was surrounded by several piles of reading material.
"If you say so, sir."

"Good. I'll give you a lift."

"No, that's quite alright," Albert looked sick, "I've had my fair share if flying."

Heinous shrugged. "Suit yourself."

With that, his wings emerged from his back and he flew away.

"….'" Albert started walking.

"'Bogon'," Heinous read. Him, Albert and Sandy stood in the scientist's room. At the moment, they where at the desk. The piles of magazines still lay around the room. Forty-five minutes had passed since Heinous and Albert talked outside.

"Is that the galaxy we must go to?"

"Yes, Albert. It's several light-years away. But with the technology I have, it could take us about a week to get there. And once we do, I'll have to study their cultures, currency, language…everything. And before we can go hyperspace, we'll have to make a little pit stop, and then travel to the other side of the galaxy."

"How long will that take?"

"I told you. One we--"

"No, I meant from here to the pit stop, to the other side of the galaxy."

"About one hour and twenty minutes."

"Not long."

"I know," Heinous started walking away.

Albert raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?"

"To the top floor," Heinous bluntly replied. "Right after sending a signal to the robots."

'Call all the other robots and bring them into the base. We'll be leaving soon. And bring your unfinished stuff and vehicles with you.'

Heinous then took out his walky-talky. "Raxamis. Come in."

"Big R here," the replying voice sounded annoyed, "what's up?"

"Raxamis, return to the base. I've found out which galaxy it is."

"What one?"

"The Bogon Galaxy."

"Kay, I'll be there in an hour."

"Good. Are any robots helping you?"

"No, they just--like--stopped dong what they were doing and started going your way."

"That's cuz I told them to."

"How?"

"I'll explain later. Just finish what you're doing and get your ass over here."

"Yeah, I will. Say, is Jeeves there."

"Yes."

"Um…is he alright?"

"Yes."

"Good. No guilt then. Ciao."

The other line went dead.

-blip-

Heinous switched his walky-talky off and put it away.

"That's done," Heinous said. "Come on, Sandy. Oh--Albert--could you clean this mess up, please?"

"……," Albert looked at the useless magazines historical documents. "Not a problem, sir. But wouldn't it have been less messy to use the internet. You can find almost everything there."

"Sandy doesn't know how to use the internet, Albert."

"Oh, how foolish of me. Very well then. I'll start cleaning.

Hundreds of constructobots flocked towards the base. Every door which led to The Big Room was open. Not a vehicle or unfinished invention was left outside. The eighteen-story room was large enough to fit all the robots, vehicles, etcetera. After all, the deplanetizer, stolen tools, magnifying glasses, pink laser, and the last piece of the weapon didn't even take up a quarter of the place. The ten troopers and the ten robo roosters where also present. They had brought in the blue ship.

There was one vehicle--however--which wasn't being driven by a constructobot. It was driven by Raxamis, who had a smile on his face. It had been an hour--not exactly--since his last conversation with Heinous.

SCREEEEECH!

His vehicle came to a stop. He jumped out. He barked an order at a random robot. The robot nodded and 'called' three other friends to extract whatever Raxamis found in the city, and bring it to his room. Raxamis pulled out hi walky-talky and spoke.

"Uncle Jerry. This is Big R. Can you hear me?"

"Skkkktkc!--I hear ya. Where are you?"

"I'm in the bigass room. Where are you?"

"Top floor. So are Albert and Sandy. Come meet us there."

"I'm on it."

"Can it really do that?"

"Absolutely, Albert. I had it in the blueprints from the beginning. It's too complex for one person, so I've called for another four robots to help me work this thing. I've also had five passenger seats put in. And I've also instructed that all items be bolted down by use of a robot keeping it there."

"Wow, you've thought of--" Albert was cut off.

"Shh! I'm receiving a signal."

"…"

"…."

"…."

"…"

"…"

"…."

"……."

"All the robots are in; we can go."

"Let's go then."

"Let's wait for Raxamis first."

"…………fine."

As if on cue the automatic doors slid open. Flanked by four robo roosters, Raxamis walked in.

The room was large in size. Two chairs on the right, facing right; two chairs on the left, facing left. Each one with several buttons, levers, knobs. The main chair was directly in front of a screen. And--yes--there where shiny buttons there as well. Five passenger seats in the middle.

Naturally, the Sci-Fi fan in Raxamis took over.

"Oh….my….God….. THIS IS SO--!.!.!.!"

"Save it, Raxamis," Heinous cut him off as he went to the big chair, "we've got places to go."

Raxamis folded his arms annoyingly.

"Take a seat in the passenger area, please."

Raxamis sat down in seat on the far left. It was quite comfortable.

Albert sat on the far right. They both agreed on that without actually agreeing on it.

Sandy sat in the middle.

Each robo rooster took a place on one of the co-piloting seats.

(Author's Note: Getting tired of the word 'seat', are you? Well, hang in there)

And finally, Heinous sat in the captain's chair. He pressed a few buttons here and there and spoke into a headset he had just put on.

"You robo roosters ready?"

He received morse code replies, all of which said 'Yes'. Luckily for his robotic brain, he could understand them.

"Good. Albert, Raxamis and Sandy, will you please fasten your seatbelts?"

Albert complied without question.

Raxamis helped Sandy with hers. After all, the sand shark had no hands. He then fastened his own.

"Robo rooster Two! Make sure all entrances outside are shut tight! Robo rooster One! Start the engines!

Click.

The orange cube began to rumble, causing a small earthquake to occur.

PSHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!.!.!.!.!.!.!

The base began to rise.

Up…

Up……

Up……..

Up…………

…..and….

PSHHHOOOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!.!.!.!.!.!.!

The base rose completely.

Underneath the huge cube where four colossal objects that resembled rockets. Each one of them took up a quarter of the base's base. Each one of them left a big hole behind. Each one would have evaporated anything below them.

The base kept rising, leaving a trail of smoke behind.

Raxamis' exclamations of how 'cool' it was, were muffled by the noise.

Eventually, the base reached deep space. And if one thought things couldn't get more farfetched, they did.

The four long engines extended where they faced by their own length. They were twice as long as before now. The all bent to face the same direction and engaged themselves to move.

In other words, the base travelled in the opposite direction of where the 'mouths' were facing.

Ratchet's ship touched down on a familiar landing pad. Along the way, the lombax and Slim had agreed that Slim wouldn't exit the ship. After all, he was still a freak.

Ratchet hopped out and began his search for the 'customer'. His search ended quickly as he saw a figure wearing a trench coat and hat, obscuring any features from being seen. It was leaning against a wall.

Slowly, Ratchet approached the figure. It didn't even stir.

When Ratchet was within ten feet of it, he said, "Mr. M sent me."

The figure's head turned. Shadowed eyes stared at him.

"Good thing you're here, bitch," it said, standing up and removing his hat. Ratchet was starring at a Marcadian. His brown eyes never lost contact with Ratchet. "You got the box?"

"You got the money?" Ratchet came back with. He remembered everything Slim told him. And what he learnt when he was young.

The Marcadian grunted and reach into one of his many pockets and pulled out a small bag.

Ratchet raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

"No!" the cazar spat. He held the bag out for Ratchet to take.

That lombax took the bad and placed it in his new Storage Watch.

The coated man pulled bag after bag after bag after bag after bag. Ratchet stored and stored and stored and stored and stored.

When the last bag was stored, the man said, "That was one hundred thousand Bolts. Now give me what I came here for."

Ratchet frowned and pulled the box and held it out to give to the cazar.

SNATCH!

The man tore it open and looked inside. He extracted a photograph. He made sure that the picture didn't face Ratchet.

"What is it?" Ratchet asked innocently.

"None of your business!.!.!" he pocketed the picture, put his hat back on and trotted away.

"Gees, he's friendly," Ratchet said to no one in particular.

He was about to leave, when he heard a sound. He ears perked up as he followed the noise.

He could make it out as someone talking. He walked towards a corner. He flattened himself against the wall and looked around the corner.

"!.!.!.!.!"

He looked back to avoid being seen. Instead, he listened with lombax ears.

There where three people; two robots and an organic.

The robots were none other than Dr. Heinous and Raxamis.

"Have you filled it up all the way?"

"Yes. Please--just--don't hurt me!"

"We'll do whatever we damn what, squishy!"

"Quiet, Raxamis, I'm trying to see how much bolts we have?"

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Well, I can't leave here without paying!"

"Then, what did you need me here for, man?"

"To keep this guy from calling for help. I'm may be out to destroy all organic life in Solana, but I still have morals."

"You gotta be firkin' kidding me."

"I'm afraid not, Raxamis. You see--"

"He's making a run for it! I'll stop him."

CL-CLACK-CA-CLACK!

"No not like t--!"

ZAAAAAP!.!.!.!

SPLORCH!.!.!

Thump.

Ratchet flinched.

"Now look what you did!"

"If you mean 'saving our butts', then--"

"Why did you have to kill him?.!.?.!"

"He was gonna go for help!"

"Whatever. Let's just get outta here. We have enough fuel to take us to the Bogon Galaxy."

Ratchet blinked. 'Did he say 'Bogon'?'

"Pffft! Fine……."

Instead of trying to stop them, Ratchet decided to run to his ship. He wasn't going to try and follow Heinous just yet.

The Phoenix staff were waking up slowly. The cafeteria was full of activity. Hungry workers eating to prepare them for the day ahead.

"How'd you sleep, Qwark?" Al asked Qwark from across the table.

"It was weird," Qwark responded. "I woke up on the floor in front of one of the bathrooms."

"I--like--had this dream, dudes," Skidd said from next to Al. "I--like--learnt how to swim. I was freaky, dudes."

Al raised an eyebrow. He swallowed a bite from his sandwich and asked, "You can't swim?"

"Err…I mean… I couldn't swim. Yeah! That's it."

Suddenly, Ratchet ran by the table.

"Hey there, Ratchet," Al greeted. "Where have you been?"

"The Zeldrin Starport!" Ratchet said in one breath. He was obviously panting. "Where's Sasha?"

"The Bridge," Qwark said. "Say, what were you doing at--?"

WHOOOOOOOOSH!.!.!.!

Ratchet ran out of the room, trailing napkins and plastic cutlery.

Ratchet panted as he stumbled into the Bridge. He looked around for Sasha.

"…"

He spotted her and ran.

"Sasha! We need to talk!" Ratchet panted as he reached the captain.

Sasha looked up from her toast, swallowed and uttered, "Good. We need to discus that white tyhrranoid and--" she got cut off.

"I saw Dr. Heinous!"

That got her attention.

"What?.! Where?.!.?.!"

"The Zeldrin Starport!"

"What were you doing--?"

"I heard him talking with Raxamis!"

"What did they say?"

"They said they were going to the Bogon Galaxy!"

"Are you sure it was them?"

"Positive. Raxamis even killed a guy! They're going to Bogon."

"Why?"

"I dunno! But that's where they said they were headed! We have to hurry!"

Sasha nodded. "I think I'll skip breakfast. Ranger!" she pointed at a random ranger.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Have an email sent to the President. Make sure it says that the Starship Phoenix is going to the Bogon Galaxy to track down Dr. Heinous, who Ratchet said is travelling to that galaxy for reasons unknown."

"Aye, ma'am!"

"Do you know which way to go?" Ratchet asked Sasha.

"I only know the direction. I don't know anything else about Bogon."

"Don't worry! Clank and I have been thee before. We'll clue you in on everything."

"Good. Rangers, take your positions. Prepare for hyperspace!"

All the rangers scattered in different directions to their posts.

"How long will the trip take?"

"Well, Ratchet, with the technology we have, about a week."

"That's good enough. Let's hope that Heinous isn't that fast."

"Attention all Phoenix personnel!" Sasha spoke into an intercom, amplifying her voice around the ship. "Get read, cuz Ratchet has found out where Dr. Heinous is. He's heading for another galaxy. We don't know why, but we're going to go after him. Brace yourselves, everyone; we're going to the Bogon Galaxy!"

Another chapter done. Sorry if it was rushed; I just wanted to get it over with. Review please.