Return to Crusade
By Sarge11
Disclaimer: Well, let me tell you a story. I own nothing except the stuff not seen in the games. There, that was a very good story wasn't it.
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In the operation of the last chapter, Ratchet was Alpha 1.
Chapter 8: How Revealing!
Ratchet and Clank have been captured; Angela and Sarge11 are MIA. I know what happened to them, am I gonna tell you? No way!
Ratchet opened his eyes, but could see nothing. He gagged, the room smelled incredibly rank. He heard some strange noises, not made by machines… made by Tyhrranoids.
"Uuuurrrrrrrppp!" Ratchet heard a big Tyhrranoid belch and a large, yet not quite as large as the first, fart a reply. This pushed his stomach to its limits, and he vomited.
The noise caused a hush throughout the room. He heard footsteps, large footsteps, coming toward him. He felt a primitive cloth slide across his face. I'm blindfolded," thought Ratchet.
The blindfold came completely off, and his eyes fell on the ugliest Tyhrranoid he had ever seen. He would have vomited again, if there still was anything left in his stomach. The Tyhrranoid Pa' was even uglier in the bright light of the experimenting room, than in the evening sun.
Much to Ratchet's surprise, it spoke. "Hello, Lombax," it bellowed.
"What? How can you speak English?" Ratchet asked.
"I have to know what language to reply in when my prisoners plea for mercy," replied the repulsive creature.
"How did you know we were on the tower?" Ratchet questioned.
"It's simple really. I aloud you to get all the vital information that was so essential to your attack. I knew all about your plans." The Tyhrranoid Pa' laughed. "Your puny forces will not last a minute. What awaits them, is an entire army of my best men. However, if you agree to call off the attack, then I will be forced to unleash all of them. Yes, what your precious Rangers are struggling so hard to defeat is only a fraction of what they are about to face."
"Forget it!" Ratchet spat. "I'll never order them to retreat! Two of my most loyal and trusted friends have dealt with your key points of defense!"
"Foolish Lombax! Do you, by any chance, mean these friends?" The Tyhrranoid Pa' signaled to his second in command and a compartment in the wall opened up. Chained to the wall, were Angela and Sarge11! He made some strange noises that I don't feel like repeating, and his second in command held its gun to Sarge11's head. "Perhaps this will persuade you otherwise."
Sarge11 felt the gun on his head and started sweating. "Don't call off the attack! You know as well as I do that we stand more than a chance!"
"Listen to him, Ratchet," Angela was almost sobbing. "Don't do what that puss bucket tells you!" The Tyhrranoid commander socked her in the stomach with the butt of his rifle. Angela whimpered.
"I… I can't. Sorry guys." Ratchet turned to the Tyhrranoid Pa'. "Give me a radio." The thing complied. "This is Alpha 1 to all units. You are to retreat immediately, I repeat, retreat immediately, out." He turned the radio off and started to sob uncontrollably.
Sarge11 and Angela stared at Ratchet incredulously. "I can't believe it," Sarge11 said quietly.
While they were sitting there, feeling terrible for letting the galaxy down, they saw something strange; something they had never seen before. It was a white Tyhrranoid, and had blue eyes. They saw it climb above all of them until it was right over the Tyhrranoid Pa'. Even stranger, it dropped a circular object on top of the Tyhrranoid Pa'. The circular object was a bomb. The explosion completely blew apart the Tyhrranoid Pa' revealing none other than, Dr. Nefarious!
And before Ratchet, Angela, or Sarge11 could say anything, Nefarious was on his feet. "My disguise, my disguise!" Nefarious ranted and jumped from one foot to the other. He stopped when he noticed everyone staring at him. "Lawrence! Get in here now!" he screamed.
Lawrence appeared in a flash of orange and white. "You bellowed sir?"
"Teleport us out of here now!" Nefarious screamed.
"Of course, sir," replied Lawrence.
Ratchet blinked a couple times and said, "What the heck was that?"
The albino Tyhrranoid jumped down from the ceiling and released them. He spoke English, but with a hard to understand Russian accent. "Finally! The sham has been lifted and Dr. Nefarious has been exposed! I've been trying to expose him for almost a month now!"
"What the heck are you?" asked Sarge11, rubbing his wrists where the shackles were.
"I am one of the last original Tyhrranoid. We are the ones who have been causing trouble on Tyhrranosis. We are the rebels who wish nothing more to see these other altered Tyhrranoids leave our homeland, preferably in coffins, of course," said the Tyhrranoid.
"Then what are those things we've been fighting all this time," asked Ratchet.
"Those are altered Tyhrranoids who Nefarious changed for his own purposes," explained the weirdo Tyhrranoid. "They have been changed into frontline soldiers, when originally, we kept to the shadows and killed silently, often without casualties for us. But, Dr. Nefarious knew assassins wouldn't work, so he decided to attack at the front."
"Oh. Hey, while you were sneaking around, did you happen to see a small robot or a tall Rilgarian hoverboard champion?" asked Ratchet.
"Yes, they are in cell block three," he answered.
"What is your name?" asked Ratchet.
"Tomas," he simply answered.
"I'm Sergeant Ratchet; the two over there are Lieutenant Angela and Captain Sarge11," Ratchet introduced all of them.
"You are our captive," Tomas stated and squinted his eyes. "We know all about your objective, but right now, we have our own mission to complete. Since you if we are going to help you, you must first help us. Get your crew together. We're moving on the enemy position in a few hours."
"Wait, you mean there are more of you?" asked Angela.
"Yes, very many," replied Tomas.
"And what exactly is the mission you need our help with?" asked Sarge11.
"The enemy has detected our main camp, we need your help in a counter attack. Every man is useful to us. In exchange for helping us out, we will give you a transport out of here," said Tomas.
I know, this chapter sucks. I just lost ideas after the part where you find out that the rest are alive. Anyway, I need an idea for a new chapter after the next one which, as you know, is the chapter where Ratchet and the rest help out the original Tyhrranoids fight back.
-Sarge11