(A/N) okay so last chapter didn't get it's normal dose of feedback, but whatever. Just read and if you can spare the extra six seconds review…

Disclaimer: I don't own Ratchet And Clank.

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Ratchet woke up to the sound of his crying son. Tears stained his eyes and a messed up bed showed he didn't sleep well. His sheets were scattered everywhere and he hardly bothered to change out of his armor. He kicked the blankets off whatever parts of his body they were on. He sat on his bead and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, thinking once again, of his beloved wife Sasha. Still no word of Sasha was spread throughout the ship. No one knew anything. It's as if she vanished out of thin air. She had thought of quitting this job and just giving up—but no, why would she?

Ratchet walked over to the babies crib and scooped him out trying to quit him. He grabbed a bottle out of the fridge, incase Sasha was ever occupied at a feeding moment. After drinking it down Max stopped his crying and went into a sad state. Even though he was only an infant, Ratchet could tell he missed his mom.

After putting Max into his "play area" Ratchet headed over to his closet and got ready for a hard day of work.

The only thing on the Lombax's mind was Sasha. What if she got killed! Or worse… the possibilities went on and on in his head.

He got his backup armor on and headed for his co captains chair where he would be greeted with no captain…

(Annihilation Zone Head Office)

Iflop sorted through several papers while sitting on his big chair right next to a big oak table.

But at that very moment Jonathan Vox burst through the door laughing hysterically with a manila file in his hand.

He slid it across the oak table to his partner in crime. He seemed happy and it must've been good news. Or he was psychotic. Oh well, it was one of the two.

"What's all this for?" Iflop asked eyeing the still laughing Vox.

Vox went over to the end of the table and slammed his fist on it happily, causing his coffee mug to spill and several papers to fly. "We got her!" he yelled slamming his other fist down.

"Who?" The reptile asked re organizing his papers.

"Ratchet's wife!" he began in his oh so jolly voice. "She is now 'Main Captain' of Starship Flamer!"

Soon Iflop was joining in his hysterical laughter.
"My friend! This is excellent. But how?" Iflop asked.

"We had a few negotiators go down and before you knew it she was commanding!" Vox explained patting his companion on the back. "This war is as good as ours." He said evilly smiling.

"Vox." Iflop began, "Cancel the show. It is no longer needed." He ordered. "We have our army, ships, commanders and money. We don't need anymore."

"Already taken care of." He said exiting the room, but just as he did he said one last thing, "Star ship Flamer and Merxidox attack the Phoenix in four hours. Be ready to help me command." And with that the automatic doors closed… sealing several fates.

(Starship Phoenix)

Without a proper commander the ship was a little out of whack. No one wanted to take command so Ratchet was left trying his best to do his wife's job. But, considering he had never done anything major, he was a little lost.

"Umm, re energize the photon maintenance blasters?" he said asking about his own order.

"Yes sir?" A ranger said… or asked.

By now the whole Phoenix was a mess people were running around tripping and running into each other. Since being attacked they hadn't redone they're defense checks nothing was ready… not good timing.

About three hours later Clank, now commanding the ship informed Ratchet. "We have to major Starships inbound. One trying to contact us… let it through?" Clank asked.

Ratchet nodded and folded his arms, if attacked by one, nonetheless two, the phoenix wouldn't have much of a chance.

Within a few seconds a holo screen had popped out and Ratchet's jaw dropped. He was speechless, and he wanted to die…

On the holo screen was his wife, Sasha. She stood stern faced and serious. She wore a black uniform, much like the Phoenix's captain uniform, only flames were designed in several places around her legs, some of he waist and both breastplates.

She looked angered by something.

"I'm sorry Ratchet." She began waving a hand signal behind her, "Flamer, commence the attack.

(A/N) Okay, well there ya go, I hope it sufficed your reading needs.

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