(A/N) Hello my beloved readers! Sorry, I'm bad with the whole update time's thing... It's just I've been in a bad mood lately... I'm moving states but I need to get over it. There's a lot of good in it.

hmmmmmm RATED M! Don't forget... or IT will get you --'

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Sasha sat at her captain's chair and tapped away at the buttons on the ship. By keeping such good strategical positioning the crew had managed to basically fight off anyone willing to try and take them down.

Ratchet paced nervously around the ship until he couldn't stand it any longer, "Sasha, what the hell is going on?"

Sasha turned back for a quick second and then returned to typing, "Well, I've informed the Galactic Army."

"And...?"

Sasha sighed, "And I don't know. They're going to send us more men to fight off the last ship, Merxidox, but we're pretty far out and their time of arrival may not be of any help. But I really don't know... we'll just have to make it on our own until anything happens."

"Well, what's the Merxidox doing? I mean are they planning to attack us--"

But Ratchet's voice was cut off as the ship shook. Ratchet looked out the wide captain's window that ran the length of the bridge. Three swift but big ships flew by and then whipped back around to precede the bombing.

Sasha slammed on a red button that signaled the alarm. The crew had prepared for this... and Ratchet was the aeronautic assault leader.

He turned around and proceeded to his ship but Sasha's voice rang in.

"Ratchet..." She began showing signs of tears, "I love you... and I will never stop loving you. Be safe, damn you!" She yelled to him.

Ratchet smiled in satisfaction. "Right back at you, but I'll be fine."

"He had better come back to me... maybe we can start things over. Well not over, but return to normal..."

Ratchet walked off in the distance, slowly getting smaller as he went yard by yard... it felt like an eternity for Sasha, she slowly choked up and let a tear out.

"Pilots in squad Red Lombax, report in!" Ratchet yelled and soon several elite fighters ran in ready to take orders from they're honored commander. "Alright, our plan is easy. We shoot the living shit out of ANYTHING that isn't an ally. Our job is to make airspace secure so the situation isn't as hostile. Take out their air fighting they have NOTHING! Understood!" Ratchet yelled.

"Sir YES sir!" Every one of the eight pilots said.

"Johansson you take point, everyone you know your positions, back each other up and everything should be fine! So let's head out!" Ratchet said encouraging his fighters.

They all boarded their fighters and took off.

Ratchet radioed in for one last boost of confidence, "They have NOTHING on us boys, ya hear me, NOTHING! Let's blow these half ass, cheap excuse for bastard fighters all the way to hell!"

"Hoo rah..." Johansson, one of the cockier fighters radioed in solemnly.

the eight flew out and immediately noticed the massive fight going on around them... Ratchet and all the men were yelling targets, hits and orders left and right. There was no strategy until they could regroup and think of something everyone just wanted out.

Johansson took a hit and was forced to eject, which, with no gravity, was a bitch.

Each pilot was given a jetpack in which they could try their best to make it to safe ground.

Ratchet's men were dropping like flies chasing a bright yellow light bulb... little did he know. He was next.

Ratchet zoomed past several fighters, barreled rolled and rocketed off three of them.

One of ratchet's fighters flew by and the last thing Ratchet saw was his ship get hit, and collides with an asteroid.

He flinched a little in fright of what he just saw, but that flinch did it, he was distracted and hit hard.

A rocket had impacted on the belly side of his fighter causing a sudden jolt. He tried to regain control but in the timing of that another rocker and some laser fire disintegrated his left wing sending him in a spiral.

In all his fright he looked down to see he would be landing on a planet, scratch landing... exploding.

"May day, may day!" He yelled over radio, "I'm going down hard, hit spiral heading toward unmarked forested planet!"

"Ratchet!" He heard Sasha yell over the radio, "Are you alright!"

But there was silence, either ratchet was dead or he lost connection.

(Starship Flamer's Main Deck)

Sasha and here small army had prevailed. They were able to hold off long enough for reinforcements and the Galactic Army was arresting men left and right.

But it was a bitter sweet victory for the crashing of Ratchet.

Sasha ordered retreat crews to gather all the men that had crashed. Once they returned they gave a status report.

"Ma'm" One of the robots began, "We have some...unfortunate news." He sighed sadly, "We found this." He handed a picture to Sasha. She looked at it mortified. It was a picture of Ratchet's ship. Used to be a beautiful craft now a smoking, black, charred piece of equipment. It must've hit the ground hard; it left a good three foot crater. Both wings were clipped off and bolts and parts could be seen scattered over a great distance. His body was no wear in the photo and from the looks of it, nothing could've survived.

"But where's his body! Did he eject! He must be safe!" She said franticly tearing up.

"Our analysis shows us this much. You radioed him and there was no response. The frequent spinning most likely caused him to subdue to unconsciousness where, after entering the atmosphere, his ship hit the ground and the force of all of it... caused him to be shot right out... we looked but there was no sight of him, Ma'm. I'm sorry... but he's now marked ask Killed In Action. He was a great man."

(A/N) Phew it's finally ALL OVER! well not all, there's still story number three! Rated M! Okay... I hope this story was good as the first one, hell I hope it was better. Thanks for reading guys, this was a blast.

BTW I'm not going to start the third story for a little while, I'll write a few oneshots probably. That and I'm moving this summer... Tennessee here I come.

Well guys, thanks for everything, the support, the reviews the reading... Part 2/3 OVER.