(A/N) Long ass update time, I know. Poor me has been sick for a solid week. So sorry…

Anyone questioning "emo Ratchet" (haha pyrocajun) I think it's appropriate, I mean.. he lost it all. Anyways plans for the third and final installment have begun and it's basically all planned out.

But I have to get AZ done first… so here we go!

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Ratchet sat in his jailing cell with his head in his hands, the occasional tear dripping down his face.

It'd all happened… so fast. He lost the ship, his son, his life, his love… an all of it was because of the love of his life. She betrayed everyone… so fast. Everything had gone from fun and games to hell on fire.

He got up from his crying position and stood up unemotionally and punched the wall as hard as he could, probably spraining or breaking a finger.

"Hey sarge, calm down man, we'll get over. Beat those bastards down." A robot said to him putting his hand on his shoulder.

Ratchet looked over coldly and said, "It's all over." He began, "We're all going to hell! Can't you see? They're just going to kill us one by gruesome one." He said sitting back down.

"Well don't be too much of a bastard." He said sarcastically.

"shut up, marine you wanna die early?" Ratchet said getting up and pinning the robot against the wall.

He raised his fist and slammed a fist into the robotic face.

The robot let out a sort of painful sound but then grabbed Ratchet's arm and emitted a tazer shock that took Ratchet to the ground. He slowly got up and muttered a few not so G rated words and charged at the robot, who quickly dodged left and gave Ratchet a chop to the back causing the Lombax to hit the gorund.

A guard had noticed the outbreak and went to the outside of the metal bars and tapped on them with his stun stick.

"worthless one and worthless two, stop you fighting—" But he was silenced as a dark figure fell from the ceiling causing the guard to thud on the ground.

"Whoa… Like, dude I think he's dead." A familiar punk/ skater voice said.

Ratchet's ears perked up as he wiped blood off his face, "Skidd!"

"YO! Ratchet my man, what's up?" he asked bending over and kicking the dead guard just to make sure.

"You HAVE to get me out of here!" Ratchet yelled going up to the bars.

"Thought you just wanted to die." The trooper said in the back of the cell spitting at Ratchet.

Ratchet shrugged it off as Skidd undid the cell with the guards key.

"We don't have a lot of time, the guards change periodically… looks like all that Black Ops. Training paid off." Ratchet began patting him on the back. "But I'm going to take the guards threads and be secretive. Stay close, but in the shadows."

"What about these other dudes?" Skidd asked.

"Once we get enough of a force we'll set them free."

"How do you think we, two people, are gonna get a force man?" Skidd asked grabbing Ratchet his stun stick.

"Kill a guard, secretly of course, bring his clothes back here and suit up one more man."

"Well, that seems hard."
"I'm sure we can do it."
A good two hours of kill, grab armor, repeat Ratchet and Skidd had acquired a formidable force of fifteen men. They were all outfitted like every other guard on the ship only they had marked themselves with a little bit of green paint so if spotted; they there would be no friendly fire.

Each was equipped with your standard semi-auto, auto or burst fire rifle. A few had shotguns and they had managed to get a sniper… which they planned to use to pick off the captain if necessary.

(Rebels headquarters: AKA the old laundry room)

The quarters they had managed to gather was actually great… for where they were. Doing laundry for the whole crew took a lot of room, so they had enough for everyone. Reasons it was abandoned; no one really knew, no one really cared. But they had a place to stay and strategize and that's all they needed.

"Alright, Skidd and I will head out for some well done reconnaissance." Ratchet began with a pretty well thought up strategy. "Our main strat is to get the captain, having a hostage like that could very well get all of us off the ship." Ratchet's heart sunk a little at the thought of taking Sasha hostage.

But it had to be done…

"One last run." Ratchet said, "We need that last sniper."

"But Ratchet, man." Skidd began, "He's right by the main deck! We'll never get him! I think we're good with what we have."

"No, we need two snipers to pick off the men near the hangar bay, our only escape."

"What about the other dudes in the holding cells?" Skidd asked.

"Don't worry we'll have freed them by then." Ratchet planned out, "but we need a way out. Their ships are sufficient enough in numbers that we could get all of 'em out."

"Alright man… but I seriously think one is enough—" Skidd was cut off by orders being shouted over the intercom.

"All men we have evidence that several prisoners have broken free and are in hiding." The booming voice began. "I repeat THIS IS NO DRILL! We need them BACK NOW!... and have a nice day."

"Alright boys that's our cue, lets grab the sniper, our hostage and lets wage some war!"

Ratchet yelled giving them just enough courage to walk out the door.

Ratchet knew it wouldn't be easy, hell, nothing in his job EVER is… but what other choice did he have… Die fighting or die doing nothing. A decision that almost tipped the other way.

Ratchet's mind set was that he was going to die a hero fighting to free his men.

And you know what… maybe he will…