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Disclaimer: I don't own R&C, what you got a better reason? Oh and I don't own My Chemical Romance either (I'll give you a cookie if you can find out why)

We find our furry friends on the Phoenix saying their goodbyes and good lucks to Ratchet.

Sasha is now seven months pregnant and fears Ratchet won't be home for the birth of their baby. She was, by now, getting the full affect of pregnancy. Her breasts had swollen, her weight had increased and her emotions were a dangerous thing to mess with. Several times Ratchet had been slapped/ yelled at for dumb stuff he didn't have to say. But he knew her emotions were fragile and he usually ended up making up for it with something sweet.

One time Ratchet had pressured Sasha for sex a little too much and had gotten sent to the couch. But he saved himself by cleaning the quarters and surprising her with a few backrubs.

Ratchet had saved himself from a lot of situation but Sasha's feelings had proven be the toughest.

Skidd had finished his Stealth ops training and said he would be totally happy to help Ratchet in Annihilation Zone if he wanted it.

Al had made Ratchet his two robots; they were green this time and no longer floated in the air.

We now join in with the goodbyes by Ratchet's ship.

Sasha approached him for the last time in a while, "You be careful. And loose in time to be home for the baby." She sobbed while kissing him.

"I'll be fine, don't worry, I'll do what ever it takes to get back here before."

They kissed and Ratchet and clank hopped in the ship and flew off.

They flew through space for a while. Stars passed here and there. The trip to Annihilation Zone was a long one. It would take several hours before destination.

Ratchet set the jet to autopilot. He sat back and closed his eyes. A nice nap would suit him well right now.

"I didn't want to leave her, but honestly, I had to. The baby is our number one priority and the money would help more than I can imagine. This, of course, means I have to do a kick ass job and keep people watching me. But hey, I've always killed with fines."

He soon after drifted off to sleep, with one thing in mind. Annihilation Zone.

(Annihilation Zone's qualifying field)

Iflop shouted orders from his five start spectator booth. He was in control of all the traps, he had everything from pop up mini guns, spider mines, extra ammo, flame throwing walls, tazer bots, scuicide bomb bots and many more, all at his disposal, when ever he needed to help a beloved player, hurt a not so nice one, or simply heat up the action he had it.

"Alright, I want that mini turret active at ALL times, of course there comes a prize. The contestant who is able to make it through the maze, get to the middle and survive the turret without being obliterated, I mean Knocked out, will grab the proto launcher, I want that gun on top of the turret, make it interesting." He ordered to a field setter who quickly scampered off to obey his order.

"I want the first round perfect, it's the most important."

(Ratchet's ship)

Ratchet yawned and woke to his computer telling him he had arrived. It looked like a huge city just floating there, nothing else just… there. It was mostly black but he could see the stadium and the apartment he would most likely be staying in. He could see people scurrying around the place.

He safely landed and paid a fee.

He walked around the city, angry, mean people shoved and pushed. Black building populated the streets. Merchants were here and there selling whatever they could make a buck off of.

"Hey watch out ya asshole." Ratchet yelled at someone who had shoved him to the ground. "Bunch of bastards." He muttered under his breath.

"Hey you, come here." A dark voice said.

"Slim Cognito!" Ratchet asked.

"Ratchet? That you? Come here I got a special for you."

Ratchet though he'd humor him so he went over to the alley and asked what he had.

Slim threw out what looked to be armor. "This, my friend, is armor I specially made for the tournament. It takes the K.O. weapons from the tournament and weakens them. So you could have a greater chance at winning."

Ratchet gazed at the blue armor with a few pockets for ammo and whatever else he needed.

"Slim, I really don't have the cash, if I win can I comeback and get it from you?" he asked.

"Of course, for my best customer, I'll just keep that on hold for ya."

Ratchet really wasn't sure if Slim would hold it for him, I mean he needs business as much as the next guy.

Ratchet and clank continued to shove through the crowded streets until finally they reached the address given.

It was a hotel? How do you hold a tournament in a hotel?

"What the hell? A hotel?" Ratchet asked.

"Ratchet, this is were we stay, the stadium is that way." Clank explained pointing to the large stadium.

"Oh."

The duo walked up to the front counter of the hotel and signed into their room. They took the elevator with some other contestants Ratchet chatted with, hey just 'cause they kill doesn't mean they can't be nice.

Ratchet walked in and threw his stuff on the bed and laid down.

"Ratchet, we can not sleep, the qualifiers start in thirty minutes." Clank informed.

"What?" Ratchet sprung out of bed grabbed his armor and ID and the other stuff he needed.

(Registration Area)

Ratchet ran to the lady who ran the sign-ins.

She handed him his stuff and he was on his way to the arena. But first he had to learn the rules. He was instructed to go to a room with the other twenty he would be fighting with and learn the rules.

Once all seated in the small blue room an ox like animal mad an announcement. "Welcome to Annihilation Zone, you will be tested in all fields of combat for the ultimate prize, money. The top five in this event move on, the rest… sorry." He said, "here are the rules, you've all been given appropriate weapons and armor, you play till K.O. and then we have a robot come sweep you off the field like the unconscious trash you are. There is a turret in the dead middle of the stadium, in top of it is the proto launcher, a rocket launcher that the army took down for power reasons, we've modified it be safe for you women."

The ox went on and soon he was finished and the twenty were transported to different parts of the field.

A green ray zapped Ratchet dead in the bottom left corner of the field.

The maze walls were about ten feet width and up they were about ten.

"Well, tight spaces, shotgun, a textbook close range gun. Can't waste time going for the proto launcher. It has flaws they don't want us to know, if I can get my hands on a better weapon than this gay pistol I start with I should be okay."

Ratchet, being a military fighter, was strategically fit for this game. He quickly ran around wall after wall, when finally he found a gun. It was a pretty light assault rifle, fully automatic, bus small, Ratchet had to remind himself that it wouldn't take out anything bigger.

He slowly walked around a corner, his ears picked up a fight.

He peeked around it and there were two men fighting with heir pistols, once jumped off a wall and shot the other in the chest.

Well it's a cruel world, Ratchet had to rake out the skilled one then kill the weak, he had to.

He dove out on his back and unloaded on the better one, he hit the ground and was scooped up by bots. Ratchet didn't even have to try with the weak one he simply fired a few round.

"Oh, watch out for the yellow one, he's a backstabber!" The announcer boomed.

Ratchet shook it off and continued on.

A clip was impaled into his back. He dropped to his knees and grunted a curse word. He turned around and saw another Lombax with a semi automatic gun; he smiled and fired once again at Ratchet. This time hitting him in the upper right chest.

Ratchet flipped back and began to spray fire for his own suppression. He managed to make the other Lombax take cover behind a corner.

Ratchet reached in and threw the one free grenade they gave you. It dropped at his feat and the other Lombax dove, but he was too late. In midair he was sent hurtling to the wall were he smacked into it.

The announcer said another dumb cheesy remark that Ratchet ignored.

There were seven people left he was almost in.

He walked around a corner and disposed of an injured lizard type creature.

Ratchet clutched his chest and walked around some more. He hated this field, it was all turns and swerves, nothing really strategically.
He made another random turn and hit the dead middle. The turret locked and fired, he dove left then left again dodging heavy fire. He shot the turret and jammed it for a second. The proto launcher, it's still there!

He quickly grabbed it before the blue turret un-jammed he fired a few heavy rounds at it and well, it was toast.

He blasted through several walls and several enemies, not much to describe when it's launcher versus pistol.

Ratchet had underestimated the power of this gun and before you knew it the round was over, he had won!

He walked off the stadium happy as can be waving to the screaming fans, he gave a bow and randomly fired the rest of the rounds, Ratchet loved the fame, why not showboat, it only boosted the shows ratings.

When he made it back to the hotel with his pay he talked to Sasha for a while and slept.

He had another big day tomorrow. A day off.

(A/N) w00t LONGEST CHAPTER EVER, almost broke 2000 words, thank you blackhawk91619. If you didn't know already I know everything about music, so yes I quote a lot of songs, find the Easter eggs in my story and I give you a cookie.

Hint: there is only one in this chapter.

P.S. give a thanks to blackhawk and sorry for the grammatical mistakes.