(A/N) Wee, four reviews, thanks. This one will introduce a little bit more of a plot. I think?

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(Annihilation Zone's Staff Meeting)

"Alright, new season, new show, new IDEAS!" Marcos Iflop boomed at the several employees.

"Yes! We need new terrain, new games, new EVERYTHING!" Jonathan Vox, Gleeman Vox's son said.

The two were the new owners/ producers/ managers of the show, they basically ran everything that involved running the show. They had their employees to set up everything but, they ran it.

Marcos Iflop was Annihilation Nation's show runner and Jonathan Vox had taken over the business.

Ever since the announcement of the combination the viewers had been anxious to get it started.

"Well, you know our plan, we play with them, let them play a few "Safe" rounds, then we start to count our loot. After gathering a sizable amount of men, we make our army. Of course we only take the best. It's fool proof. The best fighters, in an army. We'll take down the galactic president for sure!" Iflop said. He was a tall, strong lizard like creature. His tongue whipped in and out of his mouth. His dark ugly green body scared the employees as he slammed his clawed fist at the table.

(Star Ship Phoenix Ratchet's bedroom)

Ratchet was asleep on Sashs's, now his, bead. He wore his green armor and helmet. He had just worked on supplies. He had to help load and unload supplies for a few hours.

He went in his room and immediately fell asleep.

Sasha entered the room and smiled at her husband. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down next to her husband.

She slowly lifted of hiss helmet and kissed him on the nose waking him up slowly.

"Hey you." She said rubbing his ears. Ratchet, this time, did NOT purr. (Happy?)

"Hi." He said closing his eyes and letting her work her magic on his soft ears.

"I've been thinking about this Annihilation Zone stuff, and, well, you can go." She sighed. "We need the money for our baby, and well, that would have to be the safest way."

Ratchet shot up at this, "Really, you mean it?" He was excited; he loved to fight and couldn't help it.

Sasha cuddled up to his chest after removing his top armor.

"Yes, I mean it." She purred into his ear.

They sat like that for a while. In an embrace. Thinking, silent.

Sasha spoke up after a little silence. "Aren't you even the least bit scared? I mean look at the old shows. They're so hard to trust."

"I'll be fine." He promised.

Sasha sat up on the bed and began to position herself in front of the Lombax. "Ratchey, wanna give me a back rub?" She said winking at him seductively.

Ratchet had no objection and began to sooth her aching back. She sighed in happiness and let Ratchet do his work.

(Annihilation Zone On The Field Of the Tryout arena)

The field was open with some upraised walls to add a maze effect. The grass was green and it was an indoor arena. It was about the size of a football field and was meant for about twenty fighters for the qualifying rounds.

Many workers were setting up walls. Making sure to put them just perfectly, for the sake of their jobs… and health.

Others were placing ammunition and guns right were they were told. Many bigger guys were monitoring the area making sure no one was to pull a smart one a place a real gun in the arena. The contestants health was important to them, but for a sickened reason. They needed them to fight. What you thought the Deadlock collar was gone? Of course not, many were being made to control the army; it would be suicide to disobey.

A large scoreboard lay overhead. A large construction crew was placing it overhead. This would be the location of Ratchet's first fight, and if all goes hell, his last.

(A/N) I myself didn't like this chapter, as I, do not like intro chapters that explain the going ons of the contest. So please don't flame, it was necessary, REVIEW!