Return to Crusade
By Sarge11
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Mr. D 91: Thanks for the suggestions. I appreciate the gesture but, one night, while I was up thinking about the cool games I wish I had, I had a sudden stroke of inspiration. Anyway, I personally think that if I had gone in your direction, the story would be too short. Thanks for the compliment. I plan to.
Michael Llu: Close but no cigar. I plan on putting this story much farther than Crusade.
I am fed up with only getting one or two reviews per chapter! So, from now on, I will only submit a new chapter every 3 reviews.
Chapter 9: Bad News
Long story short, Ratchet, Angela, Sarge11, and Tomas broke out Clank and Skidd, and made their way back to the Rebellion's main camp. There, they prepared to defend the base.
"Hey! Why are you climbing up those trees? The enemy will attack from the ground," Ratchet said, unaware of the delicate art of the sniper.
Tomas answered him. "We are the original Tyhrranoids. We're no good on the ground!"
"But the motto for a sniper is, 'One shot, one kill', you aren't gonna survive long by picking them off one by one!" Ratchet shouted.
"That's what you are for!" replied Tomas.
"Oh", Ratchet suddenly got it. He would attack the enemy head on and provide the Rebels with some covering fire.
Angela's voice came over a headset. "Ratchet, I'm showing several blips appearing all around the area you're in. They've got you surrounded!"
"That's why I brought my big guns," he simply replied.
Angela was silent.
Sarge11's voice came from the treetops. "I can see them, here they come."
Ratchet ran from the cover of the trees and took out one of his favorite weapons, the shock cannon.
(Well, it's my favorite anyway.)
He charged it up and let loose a bright beam of decimation on the advancing line of Tyhrranoids. Normally, Tyhrranoids are stupid and attack in unorganized waves. However, the Tyhrranoids that were attacking realized the power of formations a bit too late. They came running at Ratchet in large, tightly packed formations, making the casualties much higher than they would have been if they attacked in unorganized waves.
The Tyhrranoids scattered after several beams were unleashed, finally realizing the error.
While Ratchet was charging up for another shot, there were many loud bursts heard from the camp. The immediate front line of Tyhrranoids dropped to the ground. However, on shot was late and the shell flew right over his head. Ratchet twisted around and saw the bloody remains of a Tyhrranoid Commander.
Probably Sarge11. He's always covering my back. He gave a thumbs up and started shooting at the Tyhrranoids which were now scattered with regular blasts.
When he ran out of ammo for his Shock Cannon, he switched to his Plasma Coil. The wide tendrils of electronic death reached far to kill many. Once the ammo for that was out, he switched to his Rift Ripper, sending all close by Tyhrranoids to Hell. However, before one one-eyed Tyhrranoid was sucked in, it grabbed a piece of Ratchet's leg with its teeth, and tore off a chunk of flesh, his last meal. Ratchet screamed and limped/staggered away from the front line, in too much pain for his eyes to well up.
Clank spoke up from behind him, "Ratchet, your Nanopack is full; you can use it."
"Good idea," Ratchet whimpered.
Ratchet took out his good combat knife and used it to cut the pack open. He could feel the Nanobots going to work as they mended his torn flesh. Although his leg was healed, the pain did not go away.
Now that he was thoughroly pissed off, he decided to bring out the big guns. He brought out his Disc Blade Gun. The Tyhrranoids had gotten back in formation. He aimed the weapon at the groups and waited for the snipers to fire.
Bam! He fired a single blade at the confused Tyhrranoids. The blade went through the group separating blade after blade. When, finally, the last blades reached their targets, instead of going through the Tyhrranoids, they stuck in them and exploded, sending out a shockwave. Ratchet looked at what he had done.
Two whole regiments. Not too bad for five minutes worth of fighting, Ratchet thought. He spoke into his radio, "Angela how many bad guys are left?"
"I'm not seeing anything… wait. There's something big behind you! Look out!" Angela shouted and teleported to his position. Ratchet turned around in time to see Angela jump up on to a single Tyhrranoid Walker and tear the eye stalks off of the pilot.
Ratchet stared at her like he had just met her.
Angela stepped back and brushed herself off and looked at Ratchet like nothing had happened. "What?" she asked.
"Uh, nothing," Ratchet stuttered. "We need to get back to the Phoenix and tell Sasha that Nefarious is back."
Angela hissed at the sound of Ratchet's ex.
Tomas came forward. "I believe we owe you something. Since you helped us, we will tell you everything we know about Dr. Nefarious' plan. All we know right now is that he's been using us as a front for something."
"Thank you for all your help, Tomas. Angela, do a planetary scan. I want to know how many Tyhrranoids are left on this planet," Ratchet ordered.
Angela checked the readout on her watch. "There are no more Tyhrranoids left."
"Good," Ratchet replied.
Back on the Phoenix:
Ratchet ran out of the living quarters yelling. Clank was slower to follow and was blown forward by the explosion.
"What's happening Sarge?" asked a nearby Ranger.
"Angela and Sasha got in a fight over me and they found the key to my personal weapons locker! Apparently, Sasha still has feelings for me," Ratchet panted.
"We're gonna need some serious stunning material to stop them," said the Ranger. "I know! I have some Snooze Mist. It works on both Lombaxs and Cazars."
"Good enough," Ratchet replied. He put on his old O2 mask. Rangers threw several canisters into the room. There was a hiss as the canisters unleashed the mist. Suddenly, the explosions stopped.
"Whew!" Ratchet heaved a sigh of relief.
Sasha and Angela woke up on restraining chairs in the Bridge.
"Good, you're awake. Just thought you would want to know, Tyhrranosis is ours. Besides that, I have some bad news. Dr. Nefarious is alive and he's planning something we don't know yet. So far, all we know is that he created mutant Tyhrranoids in the beginning so he could overthrow the galaxy. Now, his scheme includes disguising himself as the Tyhrranoid Pa' and using Tyhrranosis as a front," Ratchet explained.
But neither Sasha nor Angela heard him because they were too busy snarling and clawing at each other. They stopped snarling and frothing when a hologram of Dr. Nefarious appeared in front of them.
"Mwahahahahahahahahaha!" he laughed.
This was a pretty good chapter, but still not one of my best. You know the review policy, so do it.
-Sarge11