Disclaimer: Don't own any of it. Except for Anastasia and Klunc, they're my own creations.
Summary: The prince of an imperial planet wants nothing more than to live his life outside of politics. Sasha wants nothing more than to meet the lombax of her dreams and not have to worry about him dying on her while she's on duty. When Prince Ratchet of Vox leaves his planet without his father's knowledge and Sasha is sent to track him down, both of their wishes might be granted.
Thoughts Change in time/place "Speech" (Author Notes)
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The Story of A Prince
Chapter 1 - Leaving Home
"Father, why do I have to be your heir? Why can't it be Anastasia? She enjoys the political stuff, gods only know why," The lombax who spoke wore black khakis and a black t-shirt that fit snugly to his athletic figure, a crimson overshirt was worn over it unbuttoned. He wore a pair of steel toed workboots that had small oil and grease stains on the leather. Behind him his lion-like tail twitched in agitation.
"Because you're the oldest, Ratchet, you're first in line for the throne! You cannot just dismiss that fact and push away your responsibility!" Ratchet's father was a tall lombax, towering over the 17 year old. Orange fur with black stripes covered his body. His crimson cloak hung over the side of his chair's armrest, his black overshirt covered a red t-shirt and his black pants came down just below the tongue of a pair of armored boots.
Ratchet's green eyes narrowed and his large gold and orange ears flattened against his head, "Oh, I can't, huh?" The challenge in his voice clear to everyone in hearing distance.
His father hesitated but continued, "No...no, you can't."
Ratchet bared his white canines and snarled, "Watch me," And he stormed out of the throne room. The large ornate doors opening effortlessly under his strength and slamming mightily in defiance.
His father sat on his throne suddenly feeling very small, "I think I may have made a mistake..."
Another Part of The Castle
"Hmph, I'll show him," Ratchet muttered to himself as he stormed through the stone hallways of his home, "Can't push away your responisibility!" He mocked his father, "Well I'll show you what I can and can't do."
He scoffed as he opened the door to his bedroom before slamming it shut. The guards that stood outside of it flinching at the loud cursing coming from within the room.
He grabbed a duffel bag from his closet and started grabbing an assortment of clothes from his drawers, "I will not be a part of this stupid political scam anymore. They can all just kiss my ass," He paused in his packing and faced the door before shouting, "YOU HEAR THAT OLD MAN? YOU CAN ALL JUST KISS MY FURRY ASS!"
"Gah!" He yelled in frustration. He finished packing and zipped the bag closed. He opened the door and left the room before returning a minute later to grab a black 6-foot pole with ornate silver designs and slinging it onto his back by a leather strap.
With his bo staff and his duffel bag, he left for his best friend's garage.
Throne Room
While Ratchet made his way towards his best friend's garage his father was facing the most dangerous thing n the planet. His wife.
"How many times have I told you to stop badgering the poor boy, Magnus?"
"516, Lidia."
Lidia was about two feet shorter than her husband, but held just as much influence. Looking at her you can see that Ratchet got much more from his mother than he did his father. Her fur was yellow and had dark orange stripes on it, her green eyes were narrowed dangerously at her husband as he was overcome with a sense of deja vu. Ratchet's mechanical abilities came from his mother, if the grease stains on her jeans and shirt were any indication. His strength and lethal prowess was from his father.
"So, you can keep track of how many times I tell you something, but you can't remember what it was that I told you not to do!" And he'd also gotten her temper.
Magnus cowered in his chair and hoped to high heaven that he wouldn't die for accidently chasing off their son. He stayed cowering in his chair and listened to his wife rant and rave about how not to chase off their children. And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, Anastasia, Ratchet's younger sister by two months, walked in.
"Father, where is Ratchet?"
Lidia turned to her and gave a forced smile, "He's not here, dear, your father chased him off...again."
Magnus hung his head as he was now not only berated by his wife, but by his daughter too. Ratchet, come back...save me...
Angela's Garage
"Angela!" Ratchet yelled, walking into the building.
Their was a clang and a long string of curses not fit to be mentioned, "Damn it, Ratchet must you do that everytime you stop...by..." She trailed off as she saw the duffel bag slung onto his shoulder, "Geez, you goin' somewhere?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving this stupid planet for a few years," Ratchet said, "Teach that no good father of mine to not underestimate my rebellious nature."
Angela laughed, "Sure, but how are you going to get off this 'stupid' planet?"
Ratchet gave her one of those this-is-a-serious-question-isn't-it? looks. A small robot walked out from underneath one of the smaller starships in the garage.
"I believe he wanted to take one of your starships, Angela," It said.
Angela gave it a disbelieving stare while Ratchet smiled, "Thanks for clearing that up, Clank."
"You are welcome."
"So," Ratchet began with an innocent smile, "You gonna let me take one of your starships? I promise I'll return it in a decade or two."
"Why use one of mine? You're loaded, use one of your own," Angela replied.
"Cuz they tag their ships, Angela," Another, smaller, robot came out of her office. (Think of one of those tiny mindless robots that Clank controls, only it isn't mindless.)
"And besides, I'd use the one I built," Ratchet reasoned. She gave him a hard look but cracked when he gave her his best puppy dog eyes.
Angela sighed, knowing she wasn't gonna win the argument, "Fine. But you're taking Clank with you, I want to be able to keep in touch."
"And you shall keep Klunc with you," Clank said as he walked into the office, "You will need another robot to recieve and send the transmissions."
"Yes!" He ran up to her and gathered her up in a hug, "Thank you, Angela, thank you! I swear you won't regret this!" He smiled and ran up to one of the medium sized starships, completely ignoring the blush that decorated Angela's cheeks. The starship's color was Bogon Blue and was designed to be both durable and fast. Ratchet ran a hand across its sleek surface before sighing happily, "Well, I'm finally going to see the galaxy..."
He opened the cockpit and jumped in, he waited for Clank to grab a few of his things before closing the glass top. He smiled and waved at Angela as Clank jumped into the cockpit and buckled himself in.
"Thanks again, Angela," The cockpit started closing, "You're the greatest friend a guy could have," With a quiet hiss the cockpit closed and Angela waved at Ratchet. Knowing he couldn't hear her, she spoke, "Yeah...a friend..."
A minute later the starship was flying off into the sky and Angela watched it disappear into space.
"A friend...is all I'll ever be...despite wanting to be so much more, Ratchet."
To Be Continued...
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"I see," Said the blind man to the deaf man over the phone.