(A/N) Well, I didn't like that last chapter but. Well whatever.

Everyone give Blackhawk a cookie, he got the music question right,

Well here ya go!

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(Head Office of Annihilation Zone)

Iflop and Vox sat at separate ends of the huge round table. It was a nice polished wooden brown table.

Tens of employees sat quivering in fear.

"You ignorant fools! How could you let Ratchet, Ratchet the one who ruined my show, Ratchet the one who could make us fall, Ratchet! Ratchet! You idiots, I ought to fire you all… with a rifle!" Vox said cooling off a little. "He had better DAMN not be a problem! He better lose the next round, those traps better be set at HIS position. Turrets, suicide bots, WHATEVER, just make sure he is stopped… or else." He said darkly ending his speech.

By now all the employees were about to save themselves some trouble and just commit suicide.

One small green thyranoid stood up and spoke in English, "S-s-sir, we have the new order of air strikes, we could now give them to the contestants."

The air strikes were just, well, air strikes. Not as big (of course) but they could pound the crap out of someone.

"Good. Very good." Iflop said sitting down and sighing. "On the other hand, the show had incredible ratings. But we need more. The next round will be held on Veldin. Desert combat. That sounds good. Just throw in the guns and everything. We'll discuss the detail later." He calmly said. "As for now, we need to begin drafting our army…"

(Ratchet's hotel room)

Ratchet had just been informed by the Q-Force that Sasha had gone into Labor. He was now sprinting around the room looking for everything he'd dropped. He scurried threw his clothing and quickly piled them in his suitcase.

"Clank, you ready?" He asked locking his suitcase.

"Yes ratchet, let's go. You don't want to be late, you know Sasha lately." He said shuddering.

"Yeah, hopefully that's all over now." He said gathering his weapons.

Clank locked into Ratchet's back and began to turbo boost through the streets. They weren't generally crowded at 5:00 in the morning.

Ratchet maneuvered past Slim's alley and narrowly avoided people and other obstacles. He was flying so fast he failed to notice the mailbox they were incoming on. He quickly turned left but his hip had caught the corner of the box and was sent flying. He rolled on the asphalt scraping himself in a few places. He stopped by hitting a light pole and going unconscious.

(Starship Phoenix Medic Room)

Sasha was on the bed, sweating. She grunted in pain and spit a few curse words every once in a while.

The parents waited outside, sitting in chairs eager to see their daughter.

Back inside the room Sasha screamed as she had another contraction. Sweat drowned her face as she screamed in the greatest pain she'd ever felt.

"Well, your daughter sure can scream." Ratchet's dad said smiling.

"Men…" Ratchets mom sighed.

"They don't understand a thing." The two mothers said in unison.

Ratchets dad had been involved in the war too, well of course when he was Ratchet's age. He had been an incredible marine, fighting for his home planet, Veldin.

(Ratchet's Ship Somewhere In Space)

Ratchet's head slowly peeked up, he had a splitting headache and nausea. He turned his attention to the dashboard clock.

6:30! His little mistake must've cost him time.

"Clank what happened?" Ratchet asked frantically.

"You were out for a while." Clank sighed, "I had to single handedly carry you back here, which as you can imagine took a while."

"Clank, can you bring up a holo call, I want to see how she's doing." He said tapping at his ship controls.

Clank made the call and a screen popped up with the four parents.

"Mom! Has she had the baby yet!" He asked hurridly.

"No but by the sounds of it she's pretty close, your wife can scream, son." Ratchet's dad answered covering his ears to make him notice the muffled screaming he could hear.

"What have you taught her! She's got quite the BAD vocabulary, if you know what I mean." He said eyeing the Lombax.

Ratchet and Sasha decided not to have an ultra sound and see the gender of the baby, they wanted a surprise, and hell they were about to get one.

"Well, you see, there was—umm." Ratchet trailed off, he didn't know what to say.

"Exactly, this is EXACTLY why you two shouldn't have—" But the GP was cut off by Sasha's mom covering his mouth with her hand.

"Don't listen to him, your marriage was the best thing that ever happened to you two, well, three." She smiled at him.

"Thanks." Ratchet replied. "Well I'll be there as soon as I can be, but at this rate I'll be ticketed in ease."

"Nah, if you have the piloting skills of your old man the cops wont stand a ghost of a chance."

"Steven! Don't give him any ideas." Ratchet's mother replied.

Steven was Ratchet's dads real name.

"Well, see you when I'm there." He clicked off the screen and began to increase speed.

(Starship Phoenix)

Ratchet landed his ship and sprinted to the medical room.

He reached his parents and they had informed him on the birth of his baby son.

He was like Ratchet but with the dark fur of Sasha at the tips of his hands, legs, ears and some parts of his upper body.

He had a short tail, basically like Sasha's tail.

Ratchet ran in the room to find his exhausted wife holding their beautiful son. He was the most cute thing Ratchet had ever laid eyes on.

He slowly approached the two and softly he said, "Hi, sorry I wasn't here to help you out." He said lowering himself to be face to face with the sleeping baby.

"At least you made an incredible attempt. As long as I know you tried." She smiled softly kissing him lightly on the nose. "Can you take the baby for a sec?" She asked extending her arms.

Ratchet gladly accepted him and was shocked by the lightness of the baby.

Sasha yawned and began to drift off to sleep.

He was happy with the baby. At first he was a little against it but it's moments like these that make you regret EVER saying that. He cradled the small cute ball of fur in his arms, bringing him up to see his face.

Ratchet loved it.

So all was well Ratchet had his son, Sasha was fine, but hell, was still to break loose.

(A/N) Well? What you think, sorry no music games this chapter : ( REVIEW!