Pack Up and Head Out
Talwyn heard a faint voice from far, far away. Or, so it seemed.
"She's dead!"
"Shut up ya durn fool! She's breathin'!"
Cronk? Zephyr? Her eyes were opening slightly.
"Give me the bucket."
Bucket? Talwyn's eyes opened wider. She saw an outline of Ratchet's fur, and a metallic outline of a bucket. Filled with icy water.
She opened her eyes so wide that her irises could have flown out.
"I'M AWAKE! I'M AWAKE!" She screamed.
Apparently, she had screamed just in time. Ratchet was just about to drench her with a large bucket of ice water. He put it down and said: "Are you alright?"
"Yeah." She replied as she tried to get up, and found that her ankle ached. She bent down to hold it when she felt something. She brought up her hand to find that it was stained red with blood.
It took her about two seconds to figure out what had happened.
"Who shot me!" she demanded.
"No one shot you." Ratchet replied uneasily. "Well, not with a bullet. With a sleeper dart."
She was standing now. The bleeding had stopped, but she still felt the pain.
"Cronk, get me a bandage and some nanotech." She ordered.
She limped over to Ratchet.
"Who… shot…me?" She demanded again, this time with a very serious voice.
Ratchet didn't want her to worry, but there was no denying the inevitable.
"Vorselon."Ratchet said with deep regret.
A look of worry was on Talwyn's face as she plopped down on the couch. Cronk was at his feet giving her the nanotech and wrapping the bandage on her wounded ankle.
"We need to stop this goon before he does some serious damage to Leonoid." She said.
"We'd better start packing, then." Ratchet said.
He was upstairs packing all of his armor sets approximately thirty seconds after he said those words. And Talwyn, being able to walk now, ran up the stairs and entered Ratchet's room.
"I'm coming too." She declared.
"No, Talwyn." Replied Ratchet. "Stay here."
"But they could kill you!"
"Don't worry, that's nothing new."
He ran downstairs to the kitchen. Here he grabbed his food. This included a box of Stylus Shavings, some Sewer Shark meat, and a few jugs of extra strong sludge.
Talwyn came running down the stairs.
"Ratchet, do you remember the Dimensionator?" This got his attention. "You would have never survived without me."
Ratchet thought back to the days of Emperor Tachyon. How he killed him on a desolate asteroid in the middle of space. How he had used the Dimensionator to exile the cragmites. It nearly killed him. She was right.
"Okay." He said. "You can come."
Talwyn smiled as they approached the north teleporter pad.
"C'mon, Clank!" Ratchet yelled.
Clank came running down the stairs and hopped onto Ratchet's connector bolt. Acting as a backpack. And Clank had equipped his jetpack upgrade, just in case.
"I thought it would be nice to have a few extra things." Talwyn said as they approached their ships.
"Oh, yeah?" Ratchet said. "Like what?"
"Like two Galactic maps, one for each of us, and reservations for a nice hotel on Planet Pokitaru."
"Why?" Ratchet asked.
"Because," Talwyn continued. "After this is over, we're both gonna need one heck of a massage."
They hopped into their ships, Ratchet flipping Clank into Aphelion's co-pilot seat. Ratchet and Talwyn entered the coordinates to the Leonoid Galaxy and took off. Unaware of what lay ahead.