A/N:
Hey guys!
Sorry it took so long to update!
I was a bit stuck :L
Well anyways, here it is!
Enjoy!
Clank looked down at the series of crayon drawn pictures spread across the coffee table, each one featuring him in a highly dangerous, highly unlikely situation, or what Qwark liked to call 'plans'.
He had his doubts.
"Don't you think it would be more prudent to have the blueprints to Dr. Nefarious's base before you start assuming he has pits of…"
Clank picked a drawing at random and held it up to Qwark.
"Fire-breathing robot ninja zombie alligator pirates?"
"If I knew what a prudent was I'd answer that question, but right now, I'm busy working on plans to save that furry little Lombax, which you're not helping with too much by the way…"
And Qwark put a crayon to paper once more.
Clank sighed.
"Without the blueprints, we'd be better off infiltrating his base with no plan at all…"
He said to himself.
If Captain Qwark had visible ears, they sure as heck would have perked up at the sound of those last four words.
"No plans at all, eh?"
Qwark placed his yellow crayon down and lifted his head up slowly.
"That's a Qwarktastic idea! Let's go!"
And before Clank had a chance to protest, the spandex-clad man had already scooped up the little robot in his bulky arms and shot out the door to begin his latest adventure.
Ratchet woke up with a splitting headache. It couldn't of been the same fog they used on Dreadzone he thought, the after affects were much worse. He groaned and went to rub his eyes but when he moved his arms, he discovered that his wrists were restrained with metal cuffs that were a part of the bench he was lying on.
He lifted his head only to learn that his ankles and waist were also restrained. He looked around the room but there wasn't much to see.
The walls were metal with no windows and there was a single sliding door right across from him. The ceiling was the same except for the large holo-vision above his head and the room was cold enough to cause Ratchet to shiver slightly.
Nefarious's voice boomed around the room.
"So, Squishie! Thought you could get away, did you? Thought you could outwit me, did you?"
"Not like it hasn't happened before…"
Ratchet said to himself.
"SILENCE!"
Two turrets emerged from the table next to either side of his head, their barrels just touching his temples.
Ratchets eyes widened.
"Now, are we done with the back-chatting?"
He nodded.
"Good."
The turrets withdrew back inside the bench without a trace of existence.
"As I was saying,"
Nefarious continued.
"You escaping my new security is laughable! C'mon, try to escape!"
Ratchet shifted awkwardly.
The two turrets emerged once more.
"TRY TO ESCAPE!"
He tried to sit up but a large volt of electricity travelled through his body. Not large enough to cause serious injury, but still, large enough.
He lay on the bench, muscles tight and gasping for air.
Nefarious cackled evilly.
"See? I find that quite laughable!"
The turrets disappeared again and a head restraint materialized in their place, keeping his head facing up at the holo-vision.
"Anyway, I've decided rather than to kill you, I can use you to my advantage. If you attempt to ignore the screen, a lethal volt will travel through the headset and kill you. So either way, I win!"
Nefarious let out a particularly reprehensible laugh.
"What're yo-"
But the question was answered before Ratchet could finish.
Nefarious's head appeared on the holo-vision, his red eyes swirling identical to the background.
Words were spoken that Ratchet couldn't understand, he didn't need to anyway. Dr. Nefarious would tell him what they meant. Did he even need to think? Of course not, Dr. Nefarious would tell him what to do;
Thinking was unnecessary.
A feeling of bliss overtook his mind and he giggled softly at nothing in particular.
The Lombax's eyes glazed over, his body fell limp and he felt the head restraint retreat along with the wrist, waist and ankle bands.
The sliding doors open and Dr. Nefarious entered the room, Lawrence at his heels.
The holo-vision turned off but Ratchet's condition remained the same.
"Ratchet, what do you call me?"
He asked like he was calming a child.
"Sir, sir."
Ratchet replied monotony.
"What is your purpose?"
"To serve and protect Dr. Nefarious, sir."
"Good, good,"
Nefarious continued, circling the bench.
"Now, can you stand?"
The Lombax stood for a short second before collapsing in a heap on the cold floor.
"Negative, sir."
"Lawrence, take him to the chamber. We'll work on it from there."
Nefarious exited the room.
Lawrence picked up the half-conscious Lombax and threw him over his shoulder.
He was surprized at how heavy he was. In stature, Ratchet wasn't very big at all.
But what surprized Lawrence the most was how well Nefarious's plan was coming together. Maybe he really didn't give the doctor enough credit.
Ratchet giggled a bit again and Lawrence made his way to the chamber.
A/N:
Longer chapter than usual! Oooh!
This one was actually really hard to write but I think it came together really well.
What do you think?
I'll try to update more regularly, guys!
And thanks for reading! :3