The Manowar flew past the orbit of the planet on which the amusement park was built. The crew was still in turmoil as Kettil descended without hesitation just to check on Gunar. The red one wanted to be sure that the poisoner would get the job done.

Everyone was a little worried, except Victor. He was still standing with a blank stare out into space. His thoughts still focused on Clank and the ways he could accomplish his revenge. The reborn had faith in his co-leader, so he didn't worry as much as the rest of the crew. "And if both of them are already junk," Marit admitted to himself, to which Pluto shook his head, "No...Kettil and Gunar are professionals. They've already been through so much, so two fur balls won't be able to do anything."

"Pluto," Victor spoke up again, "How's it going with the cloaking projector?" "Well, Vic," the pirate raised his new hand and scratched his skull, "It's ready, now we're just waiting for..."

"KETTIL COMES," it came shooting happily from Widar.

The Heavy Vikings and the former general looked intently at the security cameras. Their leader climbed into the hatch, and appeared to be holding a person in his arms, "Who is he carrying? And where is Gunar..." Then your door was opened. The red leader strode to the table and threw the corpse on it, where it was a robot. "G...Gunar," the remaining extremists looked in horror at the destroyed comrade, whose optics were closed and his body was almost torn to pieces.

"The lombaxes... they'll pay for this," Victor clenched his fists. Sure, he had been disappointed in the poisoner, but thanks to these aliens they had lost one of their best members and revenge would prove harder than expected. Kettil, on the other hand, turned his back on his crew and stood alone and quiet in the corner. "We should strike immediately," the rebuilded general announced to himself, but the rest of the crew just stared at the big one in disbelief, "Really? One of us has just been killed and you're immediately thinking about the next attack?" Victor didn't quite understand, but he didn't like the tone of the extremists, "My revenge has top priority, and that's why we have to avenge the poisoner now!" "He wasn't just a poisoner..." but before the female robot could continue, another table was destroyed by the red robot and the fragments flew across the room.

"HE WAS MY FRIEND! HE WAS MY FRIEND..." Kettil then cried out.

The other robots were carried away by their leader's emotional outburst, whereupon Victor tried to calm him down, "Kettil, I..."

"We founded the team...", the terrorist interrupted again loudly: "...AND THEY TOOK HIM FROM ME...HE WAS MY FRIEND...LIKE MY...BROTHER..." Before another word was said, the model quickly approached her boss and wrapped her arms comfortingly around Kettil. His optics no longer bore anger, but changed to sadness as he returned the embrace and closed the optics. "Don't cry, Kettil," now the blue Cyclops and the pirate joined in. They all joined in the grief of their leader, who could now let it out in the company of the rest of his friends. Victor said nothing more. He had realized that nothing was going to happen for a while and approached his red partner one last time: "...My condolences...partner."

"We should pay our last respects to him," came from the red one, and the vikings agreed with the suggestion.

The park was full of ships.

The paramedics had collected all the seriously ill patients, some of whom were wearing protective suits, and the severely infected were sent to the ships. "Okay...you should be fungus-free now, Rivet," a medic had just finished pulling a needle out of the rebel's left arm, who was already feeling better and warming up, "Wow...thanks, doc."

"No problem. Fortunately, we're aware of the fungus, so all the guests here will soon be cured." The taller alien packed his things and looked over at a colleague. However, something was missing. The other paramedic was supposed to be treating the orange lombax Ratchet, but the hero approached his girlfriend and his best friends almost as before.

"Mr. Ratchet... why don't you let us help you," the paramedic suggested, but the lombax simply shrugged it off, "Don't worry. The few stitches on my chest and some nano-tech will be enough...I'm fine."

"...Hm, if you say so," the larger alien looked at the hero again, who was now walking towards Rivet, "I'll fly the ship here, then we can go." "Okay, thanks," a quick kiss followed before Ratchet pulled away, leaving the rebel alone with Clank and Kit.

"With all due respect..." the medic announced to himself again, "I suggest that when you get back to Megapolis, your friend should go to the nearest hospital. He looks terrible." The white lombax thought about it. The doctor seemed to be right, after all, her boyfriend had taken a lot of damage from the beast. However, she knew that Ratchet liked to be stubborn about such things. Kit had something similar when he wouldn't admit which switch he had to press again for the new dimensionator. Their shared ship finally arrived, where the orange one sat at the wheel and even held his ribs with one hand, which no one could miss, "Thanks again, Doc. We'll be going then." "Please take my advice to heart again," the medic then disappeared with his things, while the four heroes flew through the orbit with the ship back home.

'Is everything really all right with Ratchet', thought the rebel worriedly, staring at the lombax at the controls.

The flight passed quickly, and the four of them were back at the apartment just as quickly. Ratchet was the first to go into the bathroom and had to go first for little heroes, as he always said. During the trial, however, the hero also felt pain from his fight, but he swallowed it. Ratchet didn't want to cause his friends any unnecessary worry. He wiped his hands and then came back out, where his girlfriend was already standing patiently in the living room, "Did...I miss something?"

"The camera! We have to search the whole place and find it," Rivet began his search.

Ratchet, Clank and Kit immediately joined in. The orange lombax leaned the cupboard with the books to one side, but this awakened the pain in him again and he couldn't stifle a groan. Unfortunately, his best friend noticed this immediately, but it got worse. A red stain formed in his trousers on his lower legs, which the silver one noticed immediately, "Ratchet, you're bleeding! Are you sure you're alright?"

"Couldn't be better, pal," lied the hero and continued his search. Rivet had also heard the moaning and she was now a little worried too. But then her left hand nudged something made of small metal that had been hiding behind the sofa and the rebel didn't hesitate to pull it out.

"I've got the camera!"

The other three friends looked at the small device. It had spider legs and only one lens. No further inspection was possible, because the lombax lady placed the device on her iron hand and crushed the camera with a squeeze of her fist, "Goodbye!" "Great...now we're..." Ratchet's sentence was interrupted as he held his chest. The stitches felt like they had opened, but the hero couldn't admit it. "Okay Ratchet! Enough of this, how are you really doing," Rivet braced both hands against her hips. Kit and Clank had also turned serious and were staring at their friend expectantly. But the problem was that Ratchet couldn't hear anything. His vision was blurred and his hearing no longer seemed to work as he whispered quietly to himself.

"That mutt...had a hard left..." then the hero fell over on the ground.

"RATCHET," Rivet cried out in panic. The three heroes lifted the lombax, whose blood loss was now evident and whose wounds had reopened. "Orgh...you stupid stubborn lombax," the rebel said a little angrily, but also worriedly, before putting her boyfriend around the shoulder, "Bolts, we have to get to the hospital!"

"It's not far... but it's raining very hard right now," Clank and Kit ran alarmingly after the rebel, who was still carrying the unconscious hero. The heroes made their way through the storm to the rooftop landing area where they had parked their ship. Soaking wet, Rivet climbed in and placed the hero in the back seat so that he had room and the two robots sat in the passenger seat.

The engine started and Rivet flew off at full speed.

It all passed quickly then. She entered the hospital wet again, whereupon the doctors immediately brought a stretcher for the male lombax. Ratchet was sent to the next operating room, but the other three had to wait outside until the head doctor was ready. Hours passed and by now it was already three o'clock at night. Rivet held in her hands a warm mug of hot chocolate that kit had brought to cheer her up, while Clank lowered his eyes worriedly. "Ratchet...you can do this," the silver bot said quietly to himself. As if a high power had heard his words, the head doctor stepped out of the room and stood in front of the three heroes, "Your friend is feeling a little better. He has come through it well."

"Oh, thank you," said the rebel, relieved, before the doctor continued, "I'd like to keep him here for a week, if there's no problem. You can see Ratchet again now, as long as the sedative hasn't put him to sleep." "Thank you, Doctor," Clank and his two friends followed the red-colored doctor with pointed ears and a horn on his head into the room.

And in front of them lay Ratchet on a large bed.

"Ratchet..." Rivet immediately approached him and leaned her hands on the edge of the bed as the male lombax's eyes met hers, "Rivet...I'm sorry..."

"You should be. Let yourself be helped...no. Joking aside, glad you're okay again," she smiled slightly as Ratchet grinned in response, "I'll do it...never again...I promise..." Then his eyes gently closed and the hero fell into the land of dreams, and Rivet placed a quick goodnight kiss on her boyfriend's forehead. "So, I'm afraid I must ask you to leave now," the doctor led the three of them outside. Tomorrow would be a new day and Ratchet would stay here for a week while he got better.

Until then, the rebel would have to wait.

Far away in the sea of stars, the Manowar hovered ahead. All the lights were dimmed and a few candles were lit. Then, in the ship's storage room, the robots stood around one of the many capsules here, which carried the motionless Gunar. It was to serve as his grave. The extremists placed some materials inside that were important for the last honor. Victor, on the other hand, stood slightly apart and remained calm. He gave the terrorists a moment to say goodbye to their fallen comrades. After Widar had paid his respects, sobbing, Kettil approached the dead robot. He placed his hand on the green robot's skull, came a little closer and rested his forehead on his friend's before uttering his last words to him:

"Hvil I fred min venn..."

It was a farewell in an ancient language, which inspired the name of their organization. Then the capsule was set on fire and shot out into space. The robots took one last look at the floating grave, which disappeared into the stars and would never come back. Just like their comrade. Victor finally arrived and joined the pirate, who whispered to the taller one, "Oh, and what he said earlier translates as *rest in peace, my friend*, understand?"

"Yes," the rebuffed one grumbled to himself before returning to the plan, "So, Pluto, I suggest wenow use the cloaking projector..."

"Not like that," came from Kettil, who set off for the next capsule.

"Where are you going?" Marit shouted after the leader, who stopped in a rage and listened to the words of his comrades, "Victor and Pluto have completed the last phase of the plan!" "Yes, boss. Leaving now wouldn't be wise...let alone helpful," the pirate also tried to talk sense into the red one, as did Victor himself, "Kettil...I know your anger is great, but think about what we're going to achieve."

"...GIVE ME JUST ONE TRY," the Heavy Viking yelled out as he silenced the group. There was no point in talking to the red one anymore, for he was more determined than ever and his iron feet continued to stride as he bid farewell to his comrades with just one sentence.

"I'll take care of the lombaxes myself!"