Return to Crusade
By Sarge11
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Chapter 4: An Interrupted Quarrel
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Angela's explosion was more of a yell than a question.
Ratchet tried to sink farther in his chair. "I, uh, um, ah."
"What kind of boyfriend are you?" she questioned, for the millionth time. "What kind of boyfriend runs off for about a year and a half? Do you know how long I stayed up each night wondering when you would be back? Then I hear about you and some, some, WOLF GIRL going off together! At first I just think it's all rumors, then I see you with her in a tabloid. Yet, I still figure it's just some made up thing. But then, I see you at a movie theater, with her pulling you over the side of her seat, and kissing you on the cheek! And what's worse? You were actually grinning! And when you pulled away, you were looking at her lips like you wanted more!"
"Dang Paparazzi." Ratchet whispered.
"Don't talk about the Paparazzi like that," she snapped. "If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have found out about you and Sasha."
That's the point, Ratchet thought. "How do you know her name?" he asked.
"Let me think, hmm. Let's see, she's the President's daughter, it's not too hard to get on the Holonet and find these things out," she explained.
Nobody had noticed Clank before. During the battle, he had stayed in orbit coordinating the attack. "Maybe I had better leave."
"No Clank, we need you here for evidence," Angela said.
"Okay," he replied.
"So, as I was saying, I heard you were going to be in some big battle here, so I asked Mr. Fizz to lend me some starfighters and bombers. So I came over here and pretended to be surprised when I, "found out" you were down there," she ranted.
Oh my gosh! She has serious separation issues, Ratchet thought. Women will do strange things in the name of love. Kind of like what happens to me when someone gets in the way of my waffles. "Uh, sorry?" he mumbled.
"Sorry doesn't cut it!" she snapped.
"Well what do you wa-?"
Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
His question was cut off by an alarm.
"We are under attack," Clank said.
Angela glared daggers at Clank as if the attack had been his fault. "We'll finish this later," she said poking Ratchet in the chest so that he fell backwards in his chair. She turned to Clank. "What's the form of attack?"
"Amphibious… land and sea. As well, the Tyhrranoid Pa' is heading the assault," Clank answered.
"Then we'll need to take a bomber. Ratchet, you'll be coming with me. One of my pilots came down with some strange disease," she said.
"O.K., I'll go," Ratchet said.
"Pilot to Bombardier, Pilot to Bombardier. We are closing in on the target, prepare to drop payload. Over," said Angelaover the speaker.
"This is the Bombardier, requesting position of target and identification. Over," Ratchet replied.
"Target is position Alpha, Foxtrot 19" Identification, Jaguar class Tyhrranoid Frigate. Over," she replied.
"Roger pilot, coordinates received, target locked, payload armed. Bombs away!" Ratchet yelled.
The frigate exploded in blue flame. "Yahoo! Chalk up another cruiser for the R-Man! Bombardier to Pilot, payload has been spent, need to find a rearm station. In the meantime, switching to main turret. Over"
"Order received, returning to base. Over," She said.
The whole battle had been going basically the same way for hours. Destroying the ships before they could make landfall.
So, what did you think? Not too bad, if I don't say so myself. I originally intended something far grander, but, then again, so many ideas are lost during sleep.
-Sarge11