They were still floating far away in the galaxy.

The Manowar was still on its way, waiting for its member, who had his turn against the lombaxes this time. In the meantime, the entire crew had gone into rest mode, all except Victor. He stared out through the window into dark space. His now pupil-less red eyes were already literally piercing the stars, while the former general was lost in thought. The robot thought only of the one man who deserved to die at his hands.

Clank. Fists clenched at the mere thought of the name of the malfunction that became a hero of this dimension. A piece of worthless iron deemed a failure of production had managed to become a hero while he, one of Ion, was left behind to rust to his death. But this time it would be different. Victor was determined to get his revenge and held his right fist in front of his eyes, clenching it even harder.

"I will destroy you...whatever it takes!"

Suddenly there was a violent jolt. Victor almost lost his balance before he made his way to Kettil and the other robots, which were still in sleep mode, before the white robot woke them up, "Wake up! Someone hit our ship!"

"W...What? Quick, get ready," Kettil stood up, pulled out a blaster from behind the chair and stepped outside the door with the other armed robots of his crew, taking several steps towards them.

Then it was opened: "What...no candles..."

"PLUTO", the robots caught sight of the pirate, whose right arm was completely missing and he could barely hold himself up. "Quick, on the cot with him," Widar did as told and lifted his colleague up before setting him down on the cot, "Everything's going to be fine, buddy."

"Yes... please stop stroking my head," the red and the partly green bots approached him and examined the open area. They quickly managed to stop the oil from gushing out and had already prevented the worst. "Good, it's stopped leaking. Prepare a new arm, Gunar." Kettil tied some more hoses to the shoulder, but his friend with the green iron hair had an objection, "But that's our last material for emergencies. If one of us is destroyed afterwards, that's the end then."

"...I know...the arm, NOW," and so Gunar shrugged his shoulders and walked into the resource room, while Victor now joined in the treatment: "Is he coming through?"

"Yes...the lombaxes will pay, don't worry. We'll get the sample next time." Kettil had finished patching up what was needed before the pirate in front of him started laughing. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that!" And from his left hooked hand he pulled out the test tube with the necessary blood. The terrorists were amazed that despite this injury, the pirate had managed to take a sample: "Pluto, you really are a genius!" "Yes... and one more thing," he leaned up a little and then continued.

"In the middle of the fight, when I escaped with the sample through the wood, I noticed their ship sticking on mine," the orange robot watched as Gunar came out of the room with a new arm. This one was pitch black, more armored and even had a normal hand with fingers on it, as the pirate continued, "And then I took the liberty of installing a small camera. This will follow them home and we'll see how much damage we've done to their relationship!"

"Impressive. Good work," Victor looked proudly at Pluto, whose new arm was now attached. Marit did the deed and connected it to his automatic nerves before the arm moved. The pirate was repaired.

"Hehe, feels weird to have fingers again. I think I'll just stick to the technical stuff," and so he got up and went to the monitor.

"Then let's take a look at the rest." The sample was inserted and analyzed. The Heavy Vikings looked intently at the screen, which now flickered back on and revealed what they had been waiting for, "And so we have the rest of his memory!" And that's what they looked at. Now the robots could see the last adventure in the dimensions, the Emperor Nefarious and Ratchet's first meeting with the white lombac called Rivet. "Cute those two. Too bad we're tearing them apart," Marit said, and the crew laughed along with her. But now even more memories came flooding back. Away from adventures and battles, Ratchet's private life was now revealed on the screen.

"WAIT! Stop, stop!"

Victor suddenly yelled out the sentence. They saw a romantic moment that the lombax was spending with someone. However, they didn't go into it any further, as everyone now had a big idea of what exactly the resurrected robot was up to. "Save everything to a file card! And I'm going shopping," Victor walked to the capsules alone. Kettil followed behind, not knowing exactly what the general was up to: "Where are you going?"

"I'm looking for a salesman who can give me what I need." The white one entered the data, had taken the bolts that Widar had stolen and was now ready to take off, whereupon the red one was still at the start, "What exactly do you need, Victor?"

A sinister laugh escaped the mask: "I need a shape projector!"

By now it was already evening back in Megalopolis. The heroes had loaded everything, made themselves comfortable again and stayed at home for the rest of the evening.

Well, almost everyone at least, and it wasn't entirely comfortable.

"I'll be home early too, okay? Then we'll do something together," Ratchet had already prepared himself for tonight. He was wearing a simple black jacket, matching denim pants and casual boots. He was going to do some partying with Skidd tonight, even if he was still arguing with his Rivet. "Ratchet..." but before the rebel could add anything else, the hero came up to her and kissed her quickly on the lips, "I'll be gone until eight."

"...Okay, but come in time!" Rivet admitted defeat. Ratchet just did what he wanted anyway and then escaped the door with a smile. Now she, Clank and Kit were still at home and the rebel sat down on the sofa: "...Do you think he'll be in time?"

"Oh dear... I'm sure he will, Rivet," the silver one tried to ease the situation a little. The atmosphere was already tense enough, and now the orange Lombax was even leaving to have some time alone. The two robots just hoped that Ratchet would keep his promise and get home in time.

But that could also be false hope.

"I'm telling you...I love her, but I needed that again," the lombax and the hoverboard champ sat on the counter of a bar for revelers. Skidd listened attentively to Ratchet, but he was also a little worried about the furry one, "Hey, haven't you had one too many?"

"So? I can feel like a bachelor again for one night, can't I," Ratchet now said, slightly irritated, to which the champ threw his hands up in defense, "Hey, no need to snap at me right away, man." "...Sorry, Skidd," the lombax then apologized, "It's just... I don't feel like being mothered by everyone right now."

"Hm," Skidd thought for a moment before patting his buddy on the back: "Oh, never mind. Let's just forget about work, shall we?" "Yeah... actually, I should be home before eight..." the lombax thought to himself, before ordering another round, "...Let's see how this ends!" And so the evening went on. Stories were told, drinks were shared, the two men laughed together and even when the pub began to turn into a party, Ratchet joined in the celebration. It felt good to be alive again. He needed this day to himself again and enjoyed it to the full.

The hero completely forgot about time.

By the time Ratchet got home, it was well past eight o'clock. By now it was half past eleven and the orange lombax walked in buzzed. "I feel like a king, haha," he was a little drunk. Not completely, but he'd still had one glass too many. However, Ratchet could still think clearly and looked around the apartment. No one was in the living room, so he went into the bedroom, yawning. However, the hero couldn't shake off the feeling that he had forgotten something. Something, or someone, was missing. "Clank...and Kit should be asleep," in the bedroom he undressed and stood here in only the shorts he needed to sleep and walked towards the large bed.

But then the light was switched on, which surprised Ratchet.

A very, very angry Rivet was sitting on the bed, her arms crossed in front of her chest and looking at the lombax. Ratchet made eye contact with her before he remembered. That was the important thing he had forgotten. "Didn't you want to be home by eight," came quietly from the rebel, to which the orange one frowned, "I said... no I didn't, hehe."

"Are you drunk?" The white lombax raised her eyebrow questioningly, but she could tell by the smell that her boyfriend had one too many, "Oh, so that's how it is. No time with me, but you get drunk instead, eh?"

"I don't say anything when you're giving yourself one or two drinks in the Zurkies," Ratchet said louder. Rivet had finally enough and now the rebel was also very loud, "Are you really comparing this to your action now? Are you kidding me?" "DON'T YELL AT ME," came back even louder from the orange one. Both lombaxes were back on point.

It was no longer a discussion. It was now an argument.

"Will you shut up for ONCE. You're not my mother, Rivet! I can do what I want! After all, this is still my apartment," the words hurt. She had never seen her Ratchet like this before, but whether it was just the influence of the alcohol, the rebel now gave in to her anger at the orange one, "You promised me something! And you broke it twice! YOU'RE TO BLAME, NOT ME!"

"This isn't going to end the world," the rebel stood up and approached her boyfriend, "You're behaving like an asshole right now, you know that? Don't you realize how much that hurts me? I may still be the tough rebel, but I'm not going to put up with everything, do you understand, mister?"

"Yes... MOM. Really, you'd think you'd be smarter with that iron thing."

BAMM

It came fast and hard. With her left hand, Rivet slapped her boyfriend so hard that it could have knocked out all the alcohol. The rebel stared angrily at her boyfriend before tears even formed in her eyes, but then she stomped to the bed before Ratchet could react to the blow. Rivet threw him a pillow and a blanket, which bounced briefly on the Lombax and then landed at his feet, "GET OUT OF THE ROOM! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU HERE, GET OUT!"

"FINE! I WANTED TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH TODAY ANYWAY," the orange one took the things, opened the door and slammed it even harder than last time.

Finally out of the room, Rivet let it out. She sat down on the edge of the bed and began to cry. No one else was here, so she didn't have to keep her hard shell on and could just be herself. The tears increased and her hands went to her pretty face, whose fur became wet from the tears. How could it come to this? Did Ratchet no longer love her, or what was happening between them? Ever since those terrorists showed up, everything had gone downhill. They didn't do much together, the arguments got worse and the lombaxes stopped sleeping together. Now Rivet spent the rest of the night letting out all her grief, without realizing that she wasn't the only one crying.

In the living room on the couch, the hero also began to realize his mistake and let his tears out through his eyes. Ratchet felt like the bad guy in the story. He had hurt his love, said bad things and behaved like dirt. The sadness and self-loathing grew in the hero as he continued to cry. Ratchet needed to fix it, but he didn't know how yet. What he did know now was that it was his fault and no one else's. "...I'm so sorry, Rivet," they both cried themselves to sleep that night. Their love had come to the hardest test, and if they didn't pass, not only would the Heavy Vikings have won, but the lombaxe would lose more then ever.

And, unexpectedly, the pirate's automatic camera, which was hiding, recorded everything.