Resistance Log - Dodge Dagger

May 10, 2045

It sounds completely unnecessary for me to tell you this, but if we're ever going to win this fight, I might as well give the history. Ratchet's been living up to his promise and helping us in every possible way. But he couldn't do it without his little metal partner…

Flashback - Dodge Dagger

September 29, 2040

"Clank!"

Ratchet exclaimed in disbelief and delight. His face lit up like a kid on Christmas, and he limped, painfully, over to the fully functioning, green-eyed robot. The robot's lower mouthpiece opened in excitement, and he jumped off the table he had been sitting on and ran to his broken friend. Ratchet bent down, arms open. When the robot was close enough, Ratchet wrapped his arms around him, sighing in relief.

"What happened to you, Ratchet? Come to think of it, what happened to me?" the robot named Clank asked.

"Aphelion was hit by an EMP, my best guess. She wouldn't respond to anything I was saying, and you were a robot ragdoll. I was the only thing unaffected," the lombax replied. "As for me, they interrogated me and tried to find out what my intentions were. This guy," here he indicated me with his finger, "was the one who actually tortured me, but she," here he pointed to Noa, "seemed like she was ready to -Clank, NO!"

The robot had started to run at me. He jumped on my leg, punching it without care. I felt it, but it wasn't anything too bad. Ratchet limped over hurriedly and bent down, picking up Clank. The robot was glaring at me with red eyes, and his limbs were flailing at me. "Clank, they're friends! They just mistook my actions! Look, it's complicated, I can't tell you everything right now! Calm DOWN!" Ratchet started to say frantically. The robot heeded him and relaxed his limbs, his eyes returning to their green origins.

"Thank you," said the fuzzy guy. "Now, can you tell me what exactly is happening? You guys don't look like a government company."

I thought for a minute. "I guess we don't have much of a choice. We have to show at least a bit of trust in each other if we're going to win this fight. We're fighting a dictator called Prometheus. He's been up our ass for a while now. We're the Resistance. I'm Dodge Dagger. We found you after an encounter with a giant robot. That's all you need to know right now."

"Why?" asked Ratchet slowly.

"Because that's all I feel like telling you right now," I said. His facial expression showed some distrust, but he seemed like he had a "Yeah, whatever" attitude towards it. "And if you're not happy with that, then fuck off," I added.

"I still have every intention of helping you, Dodge. I came here with a mission, and I never back down from a challenge."

"Brave words from a bipedal talking cat," I said.

"If you want to be hostile, Dodge, be hostile towards the enemy," said Noa. "Don't piss off our friends."

"I know how to take an insult," said Ratchet. "It's nothing. What we need to do is focus on that Prometheus guy and how to-" He was cut off by an explosion in the distance. The ground shook and we all stumbled around.

"What the hell?" yelled Noa after everything had died down.

"It came from the west of our position! Sounded close enough to be a hit on the Resistance!" I yelled. I grabbed my gun and ran out of the mechanics wing, the others following me close behind. Everything was a blur. Nothing registered in my head. All that mattered was getting to the impact zone. Finally, I found the source of all the noise.

The camp had been invaded. There was a huge hole in the ground above us where the infiltrators had entered from. The resulting rubble had crashed on a few homes. The infiltrators themselves were completely wasting our men. We had normal weapons, like AK-74s and M16s. They had M60's and RPGs. Our guys were falling faster than their guns were firing. Something had to be done about that, so I grabbed my special pistol. It was completely energy-based. It shot energy charges easily capable of piercing body armor. I aimed at a few of them and fired. They all fell down quickly. Behind me, I heard something sharp being fired. I saw foot-long blades spinning in front of me, then embedding themselves in our enemies. Some of them got caught in the head, and their heads were sliced in two pieces. Some of them were unlucky enough to get one in the neck, resulting in clean decapitation. The rest were looking at our new friend, then rushing to get back up to where they came from. But one of them was standing there, just looking at everything happening around him. Prometheus. I shot at him. He easily dodged it. But that should have been impossible. He was looking the other way.

He turned around and looked at me. He started to raise his weapon and aimed it at me. In a flash, I was on the floor and Ratchet was on top of me. He returned fire, giving a homicidal yell as he fired a handheld double-barreled orange weapon. Red comets of energy hurled themselves at Prometheus. What I saw was...impossible. The bastard was absorbing them with his fucking hand! Ratchet stopped shooting; he must have noticed something I didn't. Prometheus raised his palm to the ground above us, and a brilliant red dome of energy shot through the ground, leaving an even larger hole than he had started out with. He looked at me maliciously.

"Until next time, Dodge Dickbag," he said in a deep, gravelly voice. As he said it, his feet spewed blue jets of rocket fuel, propelling him towards the surface. I sprinted to where he had been and looked up. He was still rising high in the air. I didn't waste the opportunity; I loaded an incendiary clip into my MP5K and let rip. Nothing touched him, and he sped off to the right of where he used to be. I relaxed my finger and lowered my gun.

"Can I safely assume that that's the Prometheus you were talking about?" asked Ratchet.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is," I said.

"Can I also assume that he's trying to piss you off by using a false last name?"

"I dunno, but thanks for giving me the idea," I replied. "Noa? You okay?" I yelled.

"Fine!" came the reply. Seconds later, she caught up with us. "I got caught up with a few of Prometheus's bastards. They splattered everywhere." She looked at all of the carnage we had endured minutes ago. "We've got a lot of cleanup to do…"

i hope you like this chapter, i sure do (Evil Ratchet Out!)