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nerdybibeans · 4 years ago

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The second chances

Dr nefarious / Oc

mini fic

@weeksofratchetandclank

My eyes closed tightly as the bright overhead light was turned on, I couldn’t remember tell you how I ended up there,

Once my eyes adjusted I could see a small robotic man, with soft yellow eyes who sat on the opposite side of the table,” now miss t’shreen as you are aware you’re currently under arrest for collusion, causing severe injury to a galactic Ranger, conspiracy and harboring a fugitive,and the unlawful destruction of planets,”

I nodded my pink eyes looking back into his as I said,” and you are aware that I already told you, I don’t know where he is...”

The man placed his hand down in the table,” you know I don’t believe that, now your going to tell me the whole story this time,”

I snarled a bit leaning closer to him, though I Was held back by the cuffs securely placed around my wrists,” and why should I do that again?,”

The man eyes narrowed on me,” because if you cooperate I will consider not having that you put on Death row,”

Reluctantly I felt back into my seat and sighed,” fine.....”

I looked down for a moment before looking at the small black window, as the memories all start to come back to me,

I had just started as the medic for the galactic ranger, I was to put it at the very least over the moon, though the first week and a half was absolutely terrible, filled with me horribly embarrassing myself, I to say the very less was a bit to tall to always fit into some of the doorway,

And would myself often cracking my head open, but even with that I did manage to make at least one friend in the group, a woman named Elaris, she was assistance weapons designer,

She herself was kind of considered to be a rookie as well, though she had been there close to 3 years, we would Open find ourselves completely lost in our own conversation,

Especially since we shared a Office space, though Qwark had assured us it was temporary,

Though I spent most of my time there, I had still not be able to connect with the other person who worked in there with us,

Though Elaris assured me he was nice, sometimes, he was the Head weapons and according to Elaris he had been working then for at least a decade,

He name was Dr. Steven Nefarious, he was a bit strange to say the less, he would give me judgemental glares every now and again, while mumbling something about budget cuts,

Though he and Elaris seemed to get along just fine, no matter how hard I tried he more or less refuse to acknowledge my existence,

And it stayed that way for the first month I worked there, but one day that thankfully changed,

Elaris and Cora had been sent out on a mission, so the headquarters was a bit quiet though I knew it would stay that way,

Even though I tried my best to get along with everyone, I was usually ostracized but Qwark and Brax, though it didn’t really bother me I had grabbed a few snacks from the cafeteria, planing to mostly hide in the Office and binge watch the new season of my favorite show,

Lance and Janet,

Though I knew it wouldn’t be completely alone in there, at least nefarious wouldn’t say anything about me slacking off, once I had gotten more then enough snacks to last me throughout the day, I quickly started down the halls trying to avoid detection,

Which it’s not easily accomplished, I am 10’9 with dark ebony skin, and long Blue hair which I had kept braided to keep it in a Bun, i am a bit more...um heavyset I guess you would say,

So essentially I stick out anywhere,

I Had finally made it down to the office which was on the 6th lowest floor, which made the entire wing horribly cold,

I sighed a bit as I turned the corner, I was a bit upset that Elaris wasn’t here to watch it with me, she absolutely hated the show and would criticize the entire time she would watch it with me, it was still fun to hear her laugh about how overdramatic and cheesy it was,

I had gotten to the door to the Office, and without even thinking I opened the Door,

The first thing I saw was Nefarious, he was at his ‘desk, as usual in reality was just a chair and a small table set up close to the main Computer,

Which doubled as both our lunch table and Elaris gaming setup,

He jumped and with Lightning speed turned off the computer, he looked over to me a bit wide eyes and noticeably uncomfortable,” what are you doing In here??!!,” he asked

I smiled nervously and said as politely as I could,” u-um well I do work here heh..”

He snarled and with a huff leaned back into his chair,” I thought I would have the broom closet to myself...”

I sighed my anxiety starting to shoot up as I walked in,” well Qwark didn’t thing Elaris and Cora needed me,”

He rolled his eyes as he turned to face me for a moment, on his closer inspection he noticed my snack and raised his eyebrow as he asked,” are you preparing for winter?,”

My cheeks turn dark purple as I rolled my shoulders down,” n-no! I just didn’t want to go back up to caffeine while watching my show”

He crossed his arm and asked,” are you serious,”

I nodded sheepishly, before rushing over to my side of the Office, really it was more of a wall but I still did my best to keep it nice, I did manage to fit all my medical equipment into a single table,

I quickly got my set up ready, periodically looking over to nefarious who seemed to be muttering to himself,

I sighed a bit feeling a bit guilty for intruding, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was watching before I had arrived,

But I didn’t really want to think about it to much, once I had finally balanced my small tablet on a box of band-Aid,

I quickly turned it over to my mildly illegal streaming service, and started the first episode,

My eyes lit up Watching the intro, but i only got about 50 second into before nefarious voice popped back,” wait? I haven’t heard this episode before”

I grumble and paused it before turning back to him and asked,” what do you mean?,”

His sighed as his face turn a bit red,” I have seen every episode of Lance and Janet and I haven’t even heard that line before,”

I was a bit shocked at first, but at the same time kinda happy,” oh well this is the new season!,”

He looked at me with a bit of shock before he stood up, and walked over to my Area,” that’s impossible, that does Drop in Solana for 5 more months,”

With a tiny smirk on my face I moved over showing him my tablet,” well it is over Polaris! It actually just come out,”

He peeked over my shoulder still not fully believing me, he looked very shocked for a moment and for a very brief second I thought I saw him smile,

But he quickly stood tall once again and said,” err...well then...would you mind if I watched a few moments with you...”

I couldn’t believe my ears for a second, but I quickly nodded,” sure! Just pull your chair over!!!,”

My excitement seem to frighten him for a moment, but he pulled his chair over and four about 8 hours and roughly 20 snacks later Elaris walked it,

Having no idea what was happening she raised her eyebrows In shock as she asked,” what is happening?,”

Nefarious looks over to her before pushing up his glasses,” well...I have decided that the rookie and I have similar taste in shows,”

She looked towards me and said,” OH GOD! I forgot you liked that soap Opera!,”

Nefarious seemed very offended as he said,” it is not a soap opera!!! You just can see how enjoyable it is!,”

Elaris smirked,” yeah if your a 49 year House wife’s!,”

I giggled and crossed my arms and looked over to her and said,” I mean...do I look like a housewife??,”

They both looked over to me, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious, nefarious shook his hand a bit and said,” I mean....you know let me get back to you on that,”

My face turned dark purple and I sat there quietly as I listened to both Elaris and nefarious fight,

And that’s where our story started off...

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protonpowered · 3 years ago

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@rip-you-a-new-one that's a good question 💚

At the moment Ranger Days takes place roughly a year and a half to two years before Nef snaps and turns on the rest of the Rangers

As such he's initially a kinda level headed and genuinely somewhat decent person, if rather tired and low-key bitter about his current conditions, and for about half the fic still clings onto the idea that things will get better for him, that the rest of the team will come around and finally start showing a bit of respect and gratitude, get an actual lab, all that jazz. He does have witts and elaris on his side, but it would be nice for the whole team and the captain especially to finally recognise and admit his worth and treat him like an actual person with feelings.

Ofc that, unfortunately, doesn't happen and his pessimism deepens and morale deteriorates, minor breakdowns happen more often and then eventually the Big Emotional Breakdown happens and he crosses the threshold and just cant take the Rangers anymore and things get confrontational and messy. And from out of that mess the Nefarious we know from the film finally comes into the light, and Act 2 begins.

#protons musings

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weeksofratchetandclank · 4 years ago

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General Nefarious Ship Week Announcement!

Welcome everyone to the General Nefarious Ship Week for October 2020! ^^

This event is open to all those that want to participate. Whether you’re a Qwarkarious, Elarious, Courtarious, or just a Nefarious fan in general, this event is around if you’re looking to create some content for your favorite Nefarious ship. All kinds of ships are welcome (barring ships of pedophilia): self-insert, Qwarkarious, an OC/Canon ship, Ratcharious... the sky’s the limit! ^^ All versions of Nefarious are accepted as well, so if you would like to do something on the Reboot!Nefarious or the Nefarious from the Main Timeline (or even a possible alternate version of Nefarious we may see in Rift Apart), it is accepted and encouraged!

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Other than that, the event will take place from October 18th through October 24th. The mod has allotted four weeks aside as a head-start, as the mod is aware of midterms and heavy schoolwork around that time. There is also the unpredictability of the current times, so extra time was factored in.

If you want to participate in this challenge, we are happy to have you! :) Good luck, and have fun!

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turquoisephoenix · 5 years ago

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What's A Little Galaxy-Wide Destruction Between Friends?

A Ratchet and Clank One-Shot

Five days after saving the galaxy from the Deplanetizer, Elaris is greeted by an old friend, who wishes to talk to her, vent a little, and give her life advice. Unfortunately for her, her old friend also happens to be a freshly transformed robot version of a dangerous criminal madman that everyone believed was dead. Elaris & Dr. Nefarious friendship Characters: Elaris, Dr. Nefarious, Lawrence, Qwark (mentioned) ————————————————-

Author's Notes: I saw the movie and immediately made the connection between Elaris and Nefarious, and by god, I was going to get this down. I realize this isn't the first "Nefarious talks to Elaris about her job" fic out there, but I kinda wanted to write a version where Nefarious and Elaris were friends before the whole evil thing kinda split them apart and, despite everything, they still have positive feelings about each other. It was a challenge writing Nefarious as a mixture of absolutely terrifying and also completely vulnerable and a bit in a fragile state. It's been a bad last couple of days for Nefarious. Also I was going to explain where Lawrence came from but it also came off as more "fitting" that he just *has* Lawrence.

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"Yep, this sure is Umbris alright."

Elaris, technical support of the Galactic Rangers and one of the saviors of the galaxy a mere five days ago, was doing a menial patrol shift above the atmosphere of Umbris with no one to keep her company.

Despite not being in her expertise and despite this being a rather boring shift, Elaris had asked to be on Galactic Ranger patrol today. She got a few questions from her coworkers - after all, today was double XP weekend and a holiday event in League of Legendaries and they expected her to be holed up in her lab for days - but she won out in the end. She took the same spaceship she normally did, a beaten up little thing that could be best described as "dependable" and "cozy" and nothing more.

She didn't want to admit it out loud, but she was getting cabin fever from being in her in the lab, just a glorified broom closet, all day. She was kinda hoping that, by helping with the Deplanetizer and helping to save the galaxy, she would at least get a bit of a laboratory upgrade as a reward. Instead, with the media breathing down their necks and Qwark doing his big apology tour, her tiny comments of "can I please get a proper laboratory?" were written down as "things to do later" as they asked the new rookie Ratchet question after question of his upbringing and his mysterious past.

And she couldn't help but feel that she was going to be in that broom closet for quite a while now.

Sitting alone in a spaceship - with no sound to greet her but the steady hum of all the ship's computers - while keeping an eye on the airspace of a muddy, near uninhabited planet was at least brightening her mood a bit and allowing her to clear her head.

Anything to get her mind off the fact that the weapons technician before her died in the process.

That was the biggest bummer of the whole Deplanetizer ordeal in her eyes. At the end of the day, Dr. Nefarious was dead. He fell from a space station onto the surface of planet Umbris and that was that. Elaris was hoping that they'd be able to arrest him and that she'd get a chance to talk to him somehow, but instead they found a barely identifiable pile of flesh that had his DNA.

She couldn't help herself. She felt sad that he had to die like that.

Her other coworkers in the Galactic Rangers thought that she was being too idealistic about her old science partner and friend, that Dr. Nefarious was too far gone even before he tried to blow up the entire galaxy with a giant laser. But she wasn't asking for any miracles. She just wanted to ask him why.

And if he was thrown into a maximum security cell for the rest of his life after she asked him what was going on in his giant skull of his, that would be enough for her. They haven't spoken in two years and it'd be nice to hear his voice again, even if his voice could not be described as pleasing to the ear.

But now she couldn't, because he was nothing but a pile of squishy goo on planet Umbris.

Fitting to her mood, as she contemplated her now dead friend, the lights in her spaceship began to flicker ominously. "No, no, no, no-" she pleaded with the ship's computer before the lighting system went dead.

"Oh come on!" she shouted to the spaceship as she was enveloped in darkness. The universe sure knew how to tell sick jokes sometimes. Muttering about budget cuts, she got up from her seat and walked towards the back where she could probably whack the power supply with a wrench until it began working again.

She didn't get that far. She entered the hallway connecting the cockpit to the other small quarters of her spaceship while complaining about how she should've checked the fuses before she left headquarters when a shape with glowing eyes detached itself from the shadows, skittered over to her position, and then suddenly pressed her against the wall in the span of two seconds.

"Don't. Sound. The Alarm."

Elaris stood paralyzed, a cold metallic claw wrapped around her face. The main source of illumination in the dark hallway came from piercing red eyes set in black, empty eye sockets of the most terrifying robot she's ever seen. It was a bony creature with sharp metal claws and fearsome wings, looming over her even in its hunched over position, smelling of the same harsh cleaning chemicals used to remove blood stains off of metallic surfaces. Acid green lighting came from the creature's skull, transparent and revealing the many horrible devices whirring within.

Her immediate thought was that some horrible zombie robot had risen from the grave and came to wreak vengeance for his fallen crew as she stared at the skeletal features. Her mind racing, she wondered just what ancient pirate curse was roaming around this sector as the creature watched her squirm.

"Elaris, it's me." the horrific creature said in a electronic voice that sounded oddly familiar. The voice was high and gravelly and grating to her ears, but it unlocked memories of several years ago when her fellow Galactic Ranger Dr. Nefarious was yelling at Qwark from another room that yes, he was still working on the Combusters, Qwark, and that if he continued rushing him he was going to shove them right up his-

"Nefarious!?" Elaris shouted, which sounded like "Mmmarmemous?" through the hand placed on her mouth.

"I am going to let you go now, and when I do, I want you do not run away or to scream or anything like that! I just want to talk!" Dr. Nefarious continued. "Got it?"

She nodded, her brain immediately noting the cosmic irony in this situation. Gently, he removed his hand from her face and quietly backed up a step, watching her as she shrank against the wall. Immediately he cackled in the kind of laughter that sounded more anxious than joyful.

"Good! Good! You're not calling the Rangers or trying to pull a weapon on me! You're actually going to listen to me that's-" he quickly broke out in a giggle that sounded both nervous and utterly deranged. "You know honestly I didn't expect to get this far!"

As the panic melted away to be replaced with a more cautious fear, Elaris could examine him more closely. She worked with sentient and non-sentient robots on a daily basis - hell, one of her coworkers was one - but he looked...uncanny.

He was breathing for one, something even the most realistic robots never did. His movements were too lifelike, from the way he could set his jaw to the movements of his eyes. He was very twitchy, his parts fidgeting in a way that was normal with organic lifeforms but looked neurotic on robots. This was not a simple consciousness transfer into a robot double as a back-up in case his organic body was destroyed; this robot clearly worked from the same blueprint as his original body.

Or was his original body, just horrifically modified.

Mentally she placed her memory of Nefarious over this creature and could pick out places where things were missing. He was skinnier, his facial features gone as if forcefully removed. If Nefarious had built himself a robot double, he would've remembered his ears and nose. Something about this robot creature seemed...wrong.

'He didn't plan this,' Elaris thought. 'Something else did this to him.'

"What....happened to you with the Deplanetizer?" Elaris asked. 'I thought you were dead' remained unspoken but very much implied. She reached out to touch him and he flinched away from her hand with a tiny yelp, a very fresh and vivid memory of pain flashing through his databanks. She withdrew her hand and he exhaled - there he was doing more things that was really creepy for robots to do - and ran a hand up his glass dome of a head.

"I survived the fall from the space station to the planet's surface. Thankfully my prototype armor suit was able to keep me from not dying, falling from a great height like that, but I was badly injured, and I was swarmed by a bunch of repair droids. They're programmed to help with situations like a rescue but they were confused. They mistook my armor's energy frequencies as a part of me so they..." a tiny sob got caught in his throat from the memory as his shoulders sagged and he looked down at his hands. "-ha...thought I was a robot..."

He paused and looked up at her and a heavy silence fell between them. The very implications of what he said hung in the air. She said nothing but judging by his changed expression, which looked absolutely wounded, her face was betraying just how horrific she found this. Another not-quite-a-robot sigh.

"...I kept telling them to stop. I would black out at times, so I don't even remember how long I was being operated on. Even when my vocal cords weren't online yet, I was pleading for them to stop. They...left a big SQUISHY pile of my removed organs and skin and bone in a corner and still I was screaming at them to reverse it!"

Suddenly he slammed the palms of his hands into the wall and his voice turned into a harsh, metallic yell.

"AT ONE POINT THEY PULLED MY BRAIN OUT OF MY SKULL WHILE I WAS STILL CONSCIOUS!"

"Oh..." She wasn't sure what else to say beyond that. Sorry? Ouch? She wasn't sure if a friendly assuring pat on the back would do it in this situation either since he seemed very adverse to touch right now.

"I needed to talk to someone - besides Lawrence -and well, I knew what your spaceship looked like, figured, oh hey, might as well talk to an old friend!"

And climb into the spaceship uninvited through an airlock and mess with the programming for the lights so that he could surprise her in the cloak of darkness without the risk of her shooting him first (because who can blame her?) but he didn't mention that.

"That's why I'm here. To vent a little and finally tell you stuff I've been meaning to tell you! You know, before my mind snaps and I become a mindless creature of destruction with my new robot body."

Elaris stared at him, trying to decipher if that last part was a joke or an actual worry of his. Nefarious always did have a dry sense of humor. It didn't help like his smile looked absolutely terrifying.

"Like...?"

Another deep robotic breath. Did he have lungs? Did the repair bots keep some of his organ systems intact?

"I want you to quit the Galactic Rangers." he said, pressing the tips of his fingers together.

"Wait, what." was her immediate reply. The gruesome metal skeleton of her former science partner was going to give her career advice?

"Hear me out! I've been meaning to have this conversation with you for a while now after I left but, wouldn't you know it, I was tied up with work." The word "work" was doing a lot of heavy lifting in this conversation. He said it real casually, like the prison escape and the faking of his own death in order to join up with a criminal and start blowing up planets was just another blip on his resume.

"Elaris, I know how they're treating you. They gave you my old office after all. You know, the one that's just a glorified converted broom closet!" She winced, his words cutting deep. "I know exactly how they behave and I know for a fact that they just treat you like a doormat and like an automatic weapon dispenser! They call you a Galactic Ranger but you're not a part of their little friend group! They see you as a nerd, a passive little thing they can push around! You're not one of them!"

"I'm a little confused..." she started, saying the understatement of the century. She didn't get this patrol shift to get a pep talk from an undead robot after all. "You come onto my spaceship, back from the dead, all the flesh torn from your bones, but...instead of asking me to join you, get the recognition you truly deserve and have all your dreams come true by storming the galaxy side by side, yadda yadda, you...just want me to hand them a pink slip and leave?"

"Elaris, despite what it looks like, I'm not trying to sound like a lunatic here." he said, dragging his hand across his face.

"I just want you to get a better job than the one you have now! I don't want you to continue to be abused by those people - by QWARK - until the bitterness inside of you grows and grows until you snap and become just. Like. Me!"

"And I'll be honest - I don't want what happened to me to happen to you! LOOK AT ME!" he said, gesturing at himself.

She was about to respond with a retort that she was positive she wasn't going to land on a planet full of repair droids while wearing highly experimental armor that confuses them and they turn her into a robot in an incredibly gruesome and long surgical procedure, but Nefarious could see she was thinking just that and held up a hand, silencing her.

"Please....just get a desk job or a job working at a computer repair store. Anything where you don't have to work with Captain Qwark. He's using you the way he did me! And trust me, he's never going to stop! He's never going to change! He'll abuse you and think nothing of it because no one cares about people like us!"

"But I won't end up like you!" Elaris shouted back, their faces so close that they were nearly touching.

Nefarious's voice suddenly dropped to a normal speaking volume.

"How can you be so sure?"

Silence fell. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, withering under his gaze as he folded his hands underneath his chin and examined her. The worst part about it was that he didn't look smug or mocking. He just looked tired.

"Why do you even care?" she asked, dodging the question.

"Because I like you, Elaris. All the other losers in the Galactic Rangers can go end up in a black hole for all I care but I don't want you getting hurt!"

Elaris had to admit, she was a little stunned hearing that come out of his mouth. 'Well, chalk that up as one positive trait for Dr. Nefarious, he actually has the capacity to care about other people while he's going about trying to blow up other planets.' she thought to herself as she tried to decipher his concern as genuine or just an insane whim.

"That's all?" Elaris asked.

"That's all." he replied. Elaris couldn't help but make a little snort of disbelief in response, causing the robot to instantly be defensive. "What?"

"Oh nothing. Just a little amused that you look like the specter of death and climb into my spaceship after returning from the dead, emerging like a horrendous butterfly out of a fleshy mound of rotting flesh, one of the most wanted criminals in the entire galaxy, but you came into my spaceship to admit you still have feelings for me."

She immediately regretted saying that for two reasons. The first reason was that she realized that she shouldn't be making fun of the madman who had just been turned into a robot. The second reason was that caused Dr. Nefarious to start ranting very loudly, and that made Elaris realize that one of the side-effects of being turned into a robot was the loss of the ability to have an indoor voice.

"Yes, YES, it sounds crazy!" he screamed. "I sound crazy right now! That's the problem with this new robot body! Instead of being emotionless, like what you'd expect when you're transformed into a robot, it's like the exact opposite happened! All of my emotions have been intensified a thousand degrees! This worry became a paranoia! My hatred is now burning with an intensity of a thousand angry suns! My bitterness is like raging venom in my heart!"

"You have a heart still?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!! See? SEE? I'm SHOUTING! I'm MONOLOGUING! I don't MEAN to shout but then it just comes out ALL LOUD AND INTENSE AND GOES ON FOREVER aaaaaand oh GOD I am losing my mind aren't I?" His last vestiges of sanity - tiny and rapidly going extinct, but still there and doing a valiant effort to keep him from being totally lost to reason - suddenly halted his rant in mid-sentence, causing him to drag his hands across his face. It's been a week for Dr. Nefarious, where being hit in the face with a wrench by a Lombax was the least of his worries.

"-please tell me I don't look like a complete nutcase right now."

Elaris sucked in air through her teeth and looked away from him in embarrassment. "Uh...do you want the truth or a little white lie?" she asked.

"I don't know! Give me whatever makes me feel better!"

"You don't look like complete nutcase."

Nefarious narrowed his eyes at her as she smiled innocently back and he looked ready to say something when suddenly a very crusty, digitized version of the pop song "Your Eyes Are Like Quazars" started playing.

"Hang on." He pulled out a cell phone out of his belt - flip phone model - and held it to the closest thing on his metallic skull that could be called "an ear". He shot her a "I'm sorry I know this looks rude but this could be important" look at her as a very dignified voice rang out from the other line.

"I do hate to bother you, sir, but you might want to wrap up whatever it is you're doing to that Galactic Ranger-"

"We're just TALKING, Lawrence!"

"-right. Anyhoo, there is another patrol ship heading your way and I'd hate for your current plans of lying low for a couple months to plot out your next scheme of horrible vengeance to be ruined because you wanted to talk to your old girlfriend."

"SHE'S NOT-ugh, fine. FINE, I'm GOING!" he said, and hung the phone up with an undignified clack of the flip phone closing in-between two metal claws.

"Just think about what I said, Elaris!" he yelled dramatically while pointing at her as he shoved his phone away in his back pocket. She wasn't going to question why he had pockets as a robot. There were a lot of things about this situation she was just not going to question.

"I wouldn't do this if I didn't have this fear that you're going to walk the same path that I did! Call it weakness or the last remaining thread of my former organic self! ...or craziness. I dunno. I'm kinda playing it by ear at this point." he said, twirling a finger in the air, as he started to move his way towards the airlock.

"Wait, before you go-"

She reached out and grabbed his hand, and when he turned to glare at her, eyes filling the hallway with a harsh red light, Elaris briefly wondered if she made a horrible mistake and that this was going to be the moment where he snaps and uses his cold metal claws to claim his first victim in a gruesome robotic rampage. But then his expression softened and he just looked grumpy, the killer robot expression fading away.

"I know you're planning something! Just promise me that your next mad scientist-"

"-Vengeful-" he corrected.

"-Vengeful scientist scheme doesn't involve the mass murder of millions of innocent people like last time. Do something, I don't know," she gestured in the empty air as she looked for the right word, "-nonlethal this time? I'm asking for the bare minimum from you. Please?"

"Why Elaris, I'm shocked." he said, placing his one free hand on his chest. "I'm surprised you didn't aim for something higher like 'quit being evil' or 'turn yourself in'. You could be saving the whole galaxy right now by stopping me!"

"You asked for something smaller, so I'm asking for something smaller. I'll keep what you said in mind. At the very least, I'm going to ask for an actual office rather than the broom closet the next time I come into work. I'll quit if they-" The 'they' meaning 'Qwark' in this case, "-start pushing me around again, I promise."

"If they push you around, push back. Push back until they bleed." he hissed.

There was something in that statement that reminded her of a day that happened at Galactic Rangers Headquarters two years ago. Dr. Nefarious - the Nefarious that still had flesh and skin - was busy stirring his coffee and talking to his trainee Elaris about the new episode of Annihilation Nation when Captain Qwark 'accidentally' bumped him while walking past, spilling it on his shirt. This caused Nefarious to throw down his coffee mug down on the ground and yell "It's a good thing we're on the same side or else you'd be DEAD, Qwark! DEAD!"

He quit several days later to start plotting an evil scheme that involved atomizing all of Aleero City.

"I will." she said with that comforting memory still hanging about in her brain. "Thanks for still looking out for me." And with those words, she let go of his arm and let the supervillain go.

He stood there, looking like he had something more to say, but then he decided to turn around and skitter into the shadows, disappearing from her sight. There was the sound of an airlock opening in the distance and then he was gone, disappearing like a bad nightmare.

Two minutes later, Elaris was able to get the lights working again in her little spaceship just as Cora radioed in and asked if everything was alright. Elaris cheerfully lied and said "sure, everything's fine, nothing's happened since you last checked in, lighting's a bit funky but otherwise nothing new!" and then she was alone again, still staring at Umbris.

As she sat back in the driver's seat and stared out at the endless sea of stars and planets stretching out in front of her, the rest of her patrol shift weighing down on her shoulders, she had to give voice to a lingering thought in her head.

"If this is just a really weird dream I'm going to be so mad."

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Back in the current makeshift lair of Dr. Nefarious (a repurposed garage situated on the surface of planet Umbris littered with the broken corpses of several dozen repair droids), the vengeful scientist-turned-robot was brooding dramatically in a chair as his butler Lawrence polished him. He sat there, hand propping up his skeletal chin, and sighed. Giving an old friend some helpful life advice never turned out the way you wanted it to.

"So how did it go, Sir?" Lawrence asked in a tone of voice that implied that he really couldn't care less.

"I asked her to quit the Galactic Rangers, and in return, she asked me to not kill anyone in my next evil scheme." he said nonchalantly as his butler sprayed him with cleanser and started wiping his glass dome of a head. "I think she's worried about me, Lawrence!"

He didn't say it out loud, but he was worried for Elaris too. Maybe he should've asked her to join him after all. He saw the news articles coming out involving the Deplanetizer incident. All the praise was aimed at Ratchet and Qwark with nothing mentioning Elaris. He was certain that she had a hand in moving the entire space station. At least if she was working by his side, two vengeful scientists, both outcasts from the Galactic Rangers, she'd get the recognition she'd truly deserve!

The irony of him plotting out her delightfully evil future after warning her not to become evil like him didn't even cross his mind.

"Did you tell her 'why don't fret, my dear, my next evil scheme merely involves turning all organic lifeforms into robots with a giant non-planet destroying laser'?"

Dr. Nefarious laughed maniacally.

"Of course not!" he yelled, springing from his chair and knocking Lawrence aside. He was practically strutting like a peacock, his feet crunching as he stepped on discarded robot parts, as he marched his way towards a wall, where a giant red button just waited for him to slam his fist into.

He cackled in glee as the room was suddenly illuminated with the hologram of a massive, planet-sized device, the latest of evil concoctions pulled from his brain, now converted into wires and chips by the cruel hand of fate.

He called it the Biobliterator.

"I want that part to be a surprise!"

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#ratchet and clank #elaris #Dr Nefarious #Ratchet and Clank Movie #turquoisephoenix tells a story #Dr. Nefarious #Fanfic #Lawrence #this takes place in the reboot universe #Implied gore #some headcanoning going on here in regards to how Nefarious got turned into a robot

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battlestar-royco · 5 years ago

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I've seen some people who didn't like TAR say that MAF is better, if only in comparison. Do you feel the same way, and why do you think this is?

This is a difficult question for me because I’ve had so much trouble choosing the best and worst book out of the AC0TAR series. To me, they’re all terrible, but in different ways. If I HAD to choose, I would say AC0MAF is the best of the three because it’s clearly Mess’s passion project, but AC0MAF as a sequel, as a standalone, and just as a novel is very weak. The main criticisms against AC0TAR are that Faerug is a flat and dumb protagonist, and that there’s almost no plot until the characters go UtM. So I have to assume that the reason why people think of MAF as better than TAR is because of the new characters and the better plotting/pacing. TAR sets a low bar for characters, worldbuilding, and plot because it’s literally just Tom, Faerug, L/ucien, and Alis with a hint of Rice; the worldbuilding is nigh non-existent (or self-contradictory/disappearing in later books); and the plot? Essentially a PWP fic. So already Mess exceeds TAR expectations by introducing new characters in a new setting and peppering action scenes throughout the novel.

However. As an installment in a series, MAF fails. Its foundational premise, Failsand, undoes or ignores every element of TAR. MAF!Faerug, Rice, and Tom (and L/ucien, to a certain extent) are unrecognizable from their TAR counterparts. The new characters are all flat, static, terrible people who the narrative declares good and interesting. Faerug’s relationship with Rice, only months after her sacrifice for Tom, completely proves A/marantha’s point about the fickleness of human hearts. Her arc, meant to be about overcoming abuse, contradicts itself as she ends up with another abusive partner and victimizes/victim-blames other survivors. The metallic tang of magic? Tom’s stone heart? Human missionaries? Faerug’s mom’s potential powers? Gone. Similarly, all the conflict set up at the end of MAF is forgotten or resolved easily. Cassiass’s wings? Failsand’s broken mating bond? El/ucien’s mating bond? Jurian’s resurrection? N/esta and E/lain’s human lives? What was the reason?!?!?! WAR/FAS were so disconnected, OOC, and/or plotless that many readers have cast them both off from their personal canon to regard MAF as a standalone. But even as a standalone, it makes no sense. Rice’s politics (seriously? “Pretending” to be an asshole to scare off allies and isolate the Gentrifier’s Wet Dream V/elaris) are ridiculous, the plot is MacGuffin chase after MacGuffin chase, most new worldbuilding concepts are blatant cultural appropriation, and all the crimes of the N/ight Court are glamorized and sexy. So overall, I think all the books in the AC0TAR series are equally unenjoyable, but for different reasons. I can’t truly choose one over the other, but if I absolutely had to, I’d choose MAF. Mess’s love of her characters, namely the NC and Failsand, really shines through here, even if it led to poor characterization/writing decisions. And unlike the other three books, MAF was very successful in bringing in Mess’s staple audience and convincing people it was good, so I have to give it credit for that.

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti acomaf

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elainanderis · 2 years ago

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We’re gonna have Elaris week and I’m gonna do all the art and write all the fics all by myself. No one can stop me.

Dates to follow

#eris #acotar #elain archeron #acosf

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distant-glory · 8 years ago

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Fandom: Ratchet and Clank (reboot!verse) Characters: Clank, Cora Veralux, Brax Lectrus, Elaris Rating: T Word Count: 6,806 Summary: In the wake of Novalis’s destruction, Cora Veralux struggles to cope. But her friends aren’t going to let her suffer alone. Warnings: Low-grade swearing (about on level with the original games). Some absolutely BS-ed physics (sorry).

FF.net / Ao3

#AHAHAHAHAHA IT'S DONE #how the fuck did I write over 6k in four days #what the fuck is this shit #dg fic #ratchet and clank #clank #cora veralux #brax lectrus #elaris

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thelilyofthevalley424 · 6 years ago

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and yeah i meant the characters on that 003. Feel free to add Nefarious

“and Ratchet and Clank 003″ [taken from the first ask sent]

*COUGH* I’M DOING THIS FIRST NOT BECAUSE I WANT TO END ON LADYBUG OF COURSE NOT AHAHA! It’s clearly because I want to do all the Ratchet and Clank asks in order *ahem*. I won’t be adding in Nef on this one cause I think the other two asks got a good amount of how I feel about him.

003 | Ratchet and Clank

How I feel about this character:

Both of these characters are a strong “meh” to me. I can listen to people talk about them and get into an idea, but I usually dip out unless there’s one of my faves thrown into the mix. I like their friendship, but I’m over the “Ratchet dies” scene and I don’t really feel much else otherwise. They’re cute, but not my main priority.

Though since a good 90-95% of my friends in this fandom are diehard Ratchet fans (no, that’s not an understatement), I should include this: You can talk about Ratchet to me. I don’t hate talking about him or ideas featuring him, I just don’t get as excited as you do. How excited you get for Ratchet? That’s how I feel about other characters.

As for Clank, he’s in the same boat.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character:

I ship Clank with Elaris and sometimes Ratchet, though I don’t really think I ship him with anyone else. I don’t think of him as ace/aro, just as someone who knows what romantic love and sex are but doesn’t hold too much interest in having them. As for Ratchet, I ship him with Clank, Nefarious, Talwyn, Sasha, Angela, Azimuth (rarely), weapons, and... I think that’s it?

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character:

Both of them have a really strong friendship going on. Other than that, I wouldn’t mind if they had a brotherly relationship with Grim as their adopted father?

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Because I don’t want to basically alienate myself from all my friends/make people who I know get really upset about Ratchet’s death feel hatred towards me/make an entire fandom mad at me in whatever way, I’m withholding this one.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I really wish their story has a good ending? Like, Ratchet’s just so tired and Clank’s Mr. Guidance and Wisdom now, can they have a decent ending where Ratchet and Clank are either done with hero work (FOR GOOD), or they have a bit of an ending that closes it off but gives us the impression that they’re always going to go on adventures together. Like the ending of CiT.

Favorite friendship for this character:

Each other.

My crossover ship friendship:

I don’t have any crossover ships for either of them, BUT I do have a favorite Crossover friendship. Since Miraculous has about consumed every molecule in my body, I have a few universes where Chat Noir and Ladybug end up chilling with Ratchet and Clank (I really got to write those fics out oml). I really like Chat Noir/Adrien having a friendship with Ratchet, and Clank being friends with Ladybug/Marinette. But also Ratchet has an awesome friendship with Mari and Clank’s a good influence on Adrien and just THEY’RE ALL GOOD FRIENDS AH!

Thank you for this second ask! Imma get to that first one hopefully today, if not, tomorrow! Thank you thank you thank you anon! ^^

#asks #anon #anon ask #thelilyofthevalley424

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cateyesinlove · 11 months ago

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Don’t know exactly the new chapter be out but here is a more polished version of the previous WIP with some added scenes🫶🏽 I love you all thank you for the support and happy Valentine’s Day!🥰

New erislain commission!

Nesta frowned, hands clenched the fork as she saw Eris and Elain walk into the dining room. The night court party had frozen when they had seen them walk in, Adira a couple of steps behind. “So this is where you have been?” Nesta thought examining Elain and Eris, she could see that Adira was also displeased at the sight, “We have that much in common” She thought resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

Hours after Elain fainting they all had been directed to their rooms where she and Cassian had changed from their Illyrian leathers into something more proper, she had put on a simple grey dress that showed her tattoo, Cassian had opted for a formal white shirt, and some pants. She regretted changing, if she needed to fight Eris it would have been easier in her leathers, not that she couldn’t still put on a good fight.

She followed them closely as Eris guided Elain to the chair next to Nesta and as the “proper” gentleman he moved the chair for her. She could see Rhysand’s eye twitching a bit, he has always hated males going after Elain’s affection. Feyre, Emerie, and Gwyn were all shocked and the young priestess had a small blush, she had always had a soft spot for romance scandal, no matter if it involved her friend’s sisters..

“Thank you,” Elain whispered to Eris embarrassed from all the attention and a small blush appearing in her cheeks. Her reaction had clearly pleased Eris as he had chuckled and inclined his head towards her before moving to his seat at the head of the table with Rhysand to his left and his mother to his right.

“Has everyone enjoyed their afternoon?” Eris asked his guest, grabbing his cup and swirling the liquid in it.

“Just wonderful,” Feyre answered before Rhys could.

“I see you did find something in the gardens Elain,” Nesta commented.

“A productive excursion,” Eirs added and drank from his cup hiding his smile.

“Anyone did anything else?” Elain asked changing the topic nervously and looking around the table.

“Emerie and I took a look at the library,” Gwyn answered Elain, the young girl feeling for Elain, “It’s a wonderful library Nes,” she added, “You will love it!”

“Not feeling like reading Gwyn but thank you,” She replied to Gwyn, eyes still on Eirs who playfully raised his glass to her, enjoying the lack of control from Nesta. “Could you show us the training ground tomorrow?”

A loud noise caused the table to fall silent as Rhysand slammed his cup on the table.

Elain froze at the sight of her brother, the seriousness and the harshness of his eyes, he looked every inch of the stories about the High Lord of the Night Court, the cruelest and most feared of them.

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the-spam-specialist · 7 years ago

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My Fanfiction Rewind 2017

Hey guys, I’m here with something a little different. I decided to put together passages of al the Ratchet and Clank fics I wrote this year and put it into a little 2017 Fanfiction Rewind thing. It sounds stupid, I know, but I enjoyed doing it. So let’s see what I managed to publish in the year 2017. Let’s get to it!

"No Saving Them"

Clank tilted his head. How did he end up so different? What in that factory made him like he was? He was much smaller but so much more intelligent than his warbot brethren. And he had the privilege to make his own decisions and live his own life; he had no directive. Whatever went wrong in that machine the very moment that he was being built made him into so much more than these nearly mindless killing machines. And that wasn't fair. Clank could be free while his warbot brothers live the life of 'kill or be killed'. He knew that he didn't want to be like them, that he was supposed to hate them, but he couldn't help but feel a bit bad.

The small warbot got off of the crate and put his mind back to focus. He was on a mission, so he couldn't be slaking off and spending time in deep thinking. The Rangers were counting on this warbot, and he wasn't about to let them down.

"Universal Hugging Day"

"It has to do with everything because...because...ugh, I'm tired of this stupid act. Come here!"

Ratchet quickly grabbed Clank and pulled him into a friendly hug. Clank simply stayed still, his legs and feet dangling off the ground. For a robot getting hugged by this best friend, he looked very unamused. And he still had several questions. Like:

"What did you say about an 'act'?"

"Eh, I had this little amusing act I planned out about you not hugging me on Universal Hugging Day, but it kinda fell apart on me. But it yielded the same result, so it didn't really matter. Would've been funny, though."

Clank rolled his pupilless eyes. This Lombax was the most ridiculous, nonsensical and careless person he had ever met. And sometimes he questioned why he bothered with him. And that was just the way he liked it.

"Warm and Fuzzy Feelings"

After slamming her hands on the desk, Elaris rushed out of the office and ran down the entire length of the Hall of Heroes. She quickly checked every room and every hallway in case they were lingering in the building. But it looked like that the place was empty. That meant that they were outside and getting ready to take off in the ship. Knowing this, Elaris rushed to the Hall of Heroes entrance and left the building. She saw the Lombax stamped Starjumper on the landing pad outside the gates. They hadn't left yet. She still had time.

She yelled as she approached the ship, "Clank! Clank, there's something I forgot to tell you!"

Surprised, Clank looked outside and saw her. He stood up in his seat and leaned forward, grabbing the side of the ship and looking down at her. "What is it?"

After taking a moment to catch her breath, she let out what she wanted to say. Elaris smiled and made the shape of a heart with her hands. She held the heart up to her chest, "I love you. I'll see you tomorrow."

If Clank was an organic, his face would be bright red. She ran all the way from her office and outside just to say that? She had already told him that she loved him several times today...and vice versa. But he couldn't let this 'I love you' hanging in the air like this. He shuffled his feet a bit and glanced at Ratchet behind him before bending over.

"I love you as well! I look forward to seeing you tomorrow!" Clank said with a big smile, waving to Elaris.

"Unfamiliar"

"Oh...c-cool," the child responded. He noticed the looks on Ratchet and Clank's faces, almost like they were asking why he was asking this through their facial expressions. So he put his hands together and said, "We don't have robots on my planet, Zanifar. I've never seen one in person before..."

When the child explained that he was from Zanifar, Ratchet did take notice on the kid's outfit. It was nothing like the ones that Veldin Fongoid children wore. He was wearing something that resembled a primitive robe. And Zanifar was a planet that had Fongoid villages that had no technology. So it was understandable that he was going to question Clank and his intents since this was his first time ever meeting a robot.

"Can I touch him?"

Ratchet pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked back at the Fongoid child, who looked almost eager to have his question answered. The Lombax gave a quick glance to Clank to see if it was okay with him, and the robot gave a small nod. With that, Ratchet smiled and got down onto one of his knees so he could be a better level with his two short friends.

"Sure. Just don't pull on his antenna. He needs that to help him function, so it can't be damaged."

"Okay."

The child looked at Clank and felt like that he was going to be blinded by the robot's big green and glowing eyes. But he didn't feel scared of him. Clank's appearance made him seem very harmless, but he had never met another robot, and looks can be deceiving. But, the child decided to suck up all of his concerns and shoved them down, and then he stuck out a hand. He placed his small hand slowly on top of Clank's shiny head. The child was surprised at what he felt. The robot's skin seemed cold at first, but then it turned nice and warm, and the metal itself was so smooth. It reminded him of some smooth rocks back on Zanifar.

"See? Nothing to be afraid of," Ratchet said, nearly startling the child. "Especially with him. Clank's the nicest robot that I know."

"Ranger"

At the moment that you pushed me out

I just wanted to drop down and shout

And I felt deep down in my heart that I had some sort of chance

Now as I sit down and frown at myself

My eyes grow wider than anyone else

A wandering warbot is tearing his way through the dark Veldin skies

I'll pull through like a Ranger

Fight like a Ranger

I'll be a Ranger

"Let Me Try"

"Uh, hey, Ratchet?" Brax called out, summoning the Lombax. "Where does this cable thingy go?"

"Oh! That goes right here," Ratchet said, pointing to an outlet behind a tangle of wires.

"Thanks..." The large Ranger tried plugging it in, but his large hand kept getting stuck and tangled up in all of the stray wires. "Uh, I need some help."

"Here, I'll just..." Ratchet plugged in the cable, making it spark a bit. He then grabbed onto the large pile of wires and pulled them towards him. "I'll untangle these for you. I can untangle wires faster than you can say...um...'u-untangled wires'!"

"Thanks, rook," Brax said with a smile. Ratchet smiled back, happy to help.

But I'll be your shield

I can be your lion

I'll dry your eyes if I see you crying

Believe in me and I won't let you down

"Come on guys, we're already making great progress!" Elaris yelled out, inspecting the two newly-made Mag-Boosters. They were a little shaky, but they would work. Everyone was doing a great job. "The Solana Galaxy is counting on us! Let's stop Nefarious and Drek in their tracks!"

"YEAH!" Everyone replied.

Ratchet twirled his wrench and began tightening one of the third Mag-Booster's bolts. Two made. They were getting there. Time felt like it was rushing underneath him like a raging river. They could do this, he knew that they could. They had known each other for such a short time, but he already felt a bind with every single one of the Rangers, and he felt like that he had ran one million miles with them. He knew that they had what it takes. He did, too. They just didn't see it at first. He hoped that they saw it now.

But now we've come so far

I know just who we are

And we shine brighter than any gem between us and the sun

Now it's just you and me

Like it was meant to be

And I'll protect you

I'll defend you

If you let me try

We'll stay together now and forever

Just let me try

"Aviator Cap"

Ratchet always craved adventure, and even his six-year-old mind knew that there were a lot of things to explore beyond the Veldin stars. So it was no surprise that he enjoyed visiting this stand with souvenirs from all over the galaxy. With the Lombax only being a child at the time, one might expect him to take interest in the various shiny stones or awesome looking artifacts or even the broken down weapons. But a Lombax's mind worked in mysterious ways, especially Ratchet's. The moment that his tiny green eyes had scanned the exotic items available, he gained interest in the lonely aviator cap swaying lazily on its hook.

"Whoa, Mr. Grimroth look!" Ratchet squealed excitedly as he jumped up and grabbed the cap. "It's an aviator cap! Isn't it cool lookin'?"

"Looks kinda worn," the younger Grimroth said. "Could be crawling with those hair parasites."

"No sirree, that cap there is fresher than a pair of my trousers right out the dryer," the salesman said, leaning up against his stand.

"That's not exactly a reassuring analogy," Grimroth said with a strange look on his face.

"Mr. Grimroth, can we get it? Please please please? I've always wanted an aviator cap! It'll help me when I'm flying with the Galactic Rangers!" Ratchet said, running in front of Grimroth. He put the cap on his head, which was too big for a child of his size. It loosely gripped his ears and kept trying to fall down in front of his eyes. He smiled, "See? It's a perfect fit! It was meant to be!"

The aging Fongoid looked down at his pleading youngling, whose eyes were sparkling like Torgoff Waterfall on the planet Pokitaru. The Lombax put his hands together and shuffled his feet while trying to put on a convincing begging smile. Grimroth sighed internally. He had known and raised this child for six years and he knew that young Ratchet was prone to becoming obsessed with spaceships and flight gear. And, as his father figure, he could respect that. Even though he could be reckless, he was a good kid.

Grimroth reached into his pocket as a hopeful Ratchet held his breath and began counting separate bolts as he walked up to the traveler, "How does twenty bolts sound?"

"Part of the Family"

"Well, you're different from assembly line robots, remember? You were born with a conscious, and emotions, and a sense of free will. While assembly line robots are made with one track minds. You're one of the few robots who get to acknowledge the fact that you don't have parents," Ratchet said.

"But I do not want to feel this way..."

The Lombax rubbed his chin for a moment, trying to think of something. An idea then popped into his head. "I'll tell you what. I'll be your dad." Clank looked at Ratchet with a very strange and slightly disturbed face. Ratchet took a moment to process what he had just offered and realized how weird it had sounded. "Too awkward? Yeah, yeah that's too awkward."

"It is indeed. I appreciate you trying to help me, though," Clank said with a sad smile.

Ratchet's ears lowered again. He felt really bad for Clank, but he could relate in a way. After all, Ratchet didn't know his real, biological father. He didn't even know if he was still alive. But, unlike Clank, Grimroth found him as a baby and raised him as his own. Ratchet got a happy ending with an adoptive father, but Clank didn't...wait...maybe that was it! Clank didn't have a real father, but that didn't mean that he couldn't have one at all.

"You know," Ratchet started, getting Clank's attention, "you've been living here for a while. Eight months, right?"

"I have lived here for eight months, that is correct."

"And, well...oof, I don't wanna sound cheesy, but...we have gotten pretty close. Sometimes, I kinda think of you as a bit more than a friend."

"How so?"

"Well, to be honest, sometimes I see you as a...a little brother of sorts."

"A little brother?" Clank tilted his head.

"Yeah. And I sometimes think of me as your big brother. And, you know...you're technically my little brother...and your big brother has a dad..." Ratchet stumbled over his words. This was getting cheesy. So cheesy that it would go great with crackers. But he kept talking to get to his point. "What I'm trying to say is...if you want to...me, you and Grim can be a sort of...family."

"Ethereal Gates"

"You have a right to be curious, my son. You see, I have been going to great lengths from protecting the clock from those who would misuse it. However, I am an aging Zoni, and I cannot keep up the fight forever. And that was where you came in."

"Me?"

"That's right. Knowing that I will not be around forever, I decided that it was time to create an heir to the Great Clock and the Zoni throne. You, my son, are that heir. The Zoni who will take my place as the Zoni King and protect the Great Clock from those awful people who would misuse it."

"Wow..." XJ-0461, his eyes filling with wonder again.

Orvus put an arm around his son and looked around the clock, XJ-0461 doing the same. He reached his other arm out to motion everything around them. "One day, every Zoni you see here will look up to you as a king and as a leader. It will be your responsibility to keep everything order, from managing the very core of the Great Clock to simply making sure that the time cleaners are working. Every little detail is important."

XJ-0461 tilted his head and looked up at his father. "How will I know when I am ready to lead every Zoni?"

"When the time comes, my boy, you'll know. Call it a Zoni instinct."

"So...I will have to care for all of this?" XJ-0461 asked. Orvus nodded his head. The spirit reflected on this soon-to-be responsibility. To rule the Great Clock and all of its Zoni, to keep time intact, to protect the clock from people who would abuse it...it sounded like a lot. XJ-0461 was feeling a bit overwhelmed. The concern was clearly showing on his face. "But...what if I do not live up to everybody's expectations? What if I make mistakes? What if...I am not fit to rule the Zoni?"

"Do not say that, son."

"But what if I am...not good enough?"

Orvus took his arm off of his son and instead placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and turned him to him. The elder Zoni spoke gently in a tone that was full of care. "XJ-0461, listen to me. Over four hundred times I failed at creating a son, and just when I was on the brink of giving up, the clock pulled through and blessed us with you. You are a miracle, and you are most definitely showing it. You are a remarkable and intelligent boy who is more than capable of taking the throne. And you are going to do great things for your kind. You're going to make everyone happy and you're going to make me very proud."

XJ-0461 looked down a bit. It really was a big responsibility to take in. And he was still so young to be thinking about this. To stay in the Great Clock and rule over it...it definitely was a lot. But, maybe, he would find himself ready when the time came from the throne to be passed down. And maybe, when he became older and became the Zoni King, he could finally see what the outside universe was like. But, mostly, he simply wanted to make his father proud. The young Zoni looked up at Orvus and nodded. "Thank you, dad. I...I promise that I will not let you down."

"That's my boy!" Orvus said with a chuckle, embracing his son. "I'm so proud of you."

"Giant Robot"

And if it were me

I'd really want to be

A giant robot.

A giant robot!

All I wanna do

Is see you turn into

A giant robot."

The room was filled with silence for a few moments. Ratchet eyed Clank from across the couch. He lowered his book and the Lombax held his breath. The robot opened his mouth and said-

"No."

Ratchet's eyes dropped and he scowled, He reached into his shirt and pulled out papers with his song lyrics on it and threw them. Then he got up and stormed away, "I wasted two hours on this stupid song for nothing."

Ratchet stormed away into his room and shut the door. Several silence seconds passed by before Clank began humming the tune from Ratchet's song.

"It's Dangerous"

When the morning came the next day, Sigmund waited for Orvus, wanting to hear all about the meeting with the scientist who requested an audience with the leader of the Zoni. He waited in Sector One for hours. When Orvus failed to show, he moved on to Sector Two and waited for more hours. He didn't show up. Sector Three, Sector Four, the orientation room, outside the Orvus Chamber...he waited all day and all night. Yet there was no sign of his colleague.

The hours of waiting turned into days. Every day, Sigmund would simply wait for Orvus to return to the Clock. He still did his usual duties so there would be no issues in the facility, but whenever he had a free moment, he would return to simply sitting in many parts of the Clock, waiting. He knew that Orvus was going to return. Maybe Orvus was spending the week on Zanifar? Maybe he was going to other planets as well and his messages about his other trips simply didn't go through? Sigmund would always come up with excuses for Orvus's absence whenever he was waiting. It wasn't like the Zoni to just not come back after he promised he would.

Days then turned into weeks. Orvus still hadn't come back. Sigmund was overcome with concern and he grew increasingly nervous with each passing minute that Orvus was still gone. He had to come back...he wouldn't just abandon the Clock. He wouldn't abandon his race or the Chamber or his duties. He wouldn't abandon his son. The idea of the worst happening to Orvus loomed in Sigmund's mind, but he never wanted to dwell on it. The idea of Orvus being gone...he couldn't accept it. The Zoni had done so much for Sigmund, he didn't want him to just be gone. What happened on Zanifar? Why didn't he come back? What was going on?

"Why did you have to leave, sir? You shouldn't have gone. It...it's dangerous outside the Clock..."

"The Memories We Make"

Take My Hand

Heavily armed commandos marched to their own beat as they stormed the Hall of Heroes gates. The Galactic Rangers stood in front of their stronghold, ready to fight back and protect their base. Ratchet's tail blew with the wind as he readied himself for battle. He noticed a pair of large green eyes looking up at him. A grin came onto his face as he held out his hand.

"You ready for this, pal?"

Clank gave his own smirk back and grabbed Ratchet's hand with his own, "I always am."

Ratchet took his friend's hand and swung the robot onto his back. He then telequipped his Warmonger and prepared for battle.

Sneak Attack

Ratchet breathed heavily as he finally found cover and sheltered himself from the battle on the other side. He could feel himself beginning to sweat and his breathing remained heavy. He had been shot a few times, but he was able to take it. He never thought that it would get this intense. He never thought that Clank was capable of such things. He grasped the gun in his hand tightly as he thought back to it. Clank was able to shoot him with such precision, he wondered why he never showed such skills with a weapon before. He was no match for this robot. If he didn't use his own gun to shoot Clank soon...it would be game over for him.

The Lombax took one last deep breath as he looked down at his gun. He had to find Clank and finally show him his true wrath. If he got enough clean shots, then he would be able to come out on top and end this once and for all-

Pew pew pew!

The vest on Ratchet's body light up with a strobing red light and it vibrated a bit as Clank flew in with his Helipack and shot him with the toy laser gun. The robot giggled as Ratchet fumbled for his own laser gun and attempted to shoot the robot, but Clank simply used his Helipack to dodge.

"Hey come on, no Helipack!" Ratchet complained as none of his shots hit.

"I believe that the only rule of this laser tag game is: do not get shot. Besides, the sneak attacks I can pull off with my Helipack is too much fun to give up. Hehehe!"

The robot flew away after landing a few more hits on Ratchet. As the Lombax's vest flashed and vibrated, he shot up and ran after his friend. "Come back here! You're not winning this time!"

"Life, Pride, and Time"

Orvus smiled as Rho floated down with the green creature in his arms. The elder Zoni took a look at the glowing green entity. A round head, small body, three-fingered hands, large green eyes and two antennas sprouting from the top of his head, it was an infant Zoni. But not just an ordinary infant Zoni, it Orvus's son, XJ-0461. After four hundred and sixty failed attempts to create a son and an heir to the Great Clock, Orvus had finally managed to balance the right amount of life force and energy and created his own child. Though he needed energy from the Great Clock's core in order to survive, XJ-0461 was a stable and living being, and Orvus loved him with all of his heart. The Great Clock wasn't his greatest creation, his dear son was.

Orvus took his infant son into his arms. The small green Zoni fussed in his grip for a moment before he could get comfortable. Orvus smiled and said in a warm voice, "Good morning, XJ-0461."

XJ-0461 responded to the familiar gentle voice. The large green eyes opened all the way and looked at the person who was holding him. He quickly recognized the person holding him as his father, the one who cared for him. He reached up one of his tiny hands at the sight of his father. "Dada..."

Orvus let out a distinctive chuckle before taking his son's small hand. XJ-0461 had recognized the elder Zoni as his father rather quickly after his birth, and he learned to say 'Dada' about a month ago. It warmed Orvus's heart the first time he heard his son say it. And while it wasn't the only word that XJ-0461 knew, Orvus felt happy and proud knowing that the first word XJ-0461 learned to say was the child's name for him.

And that concludes the Fanfiction Rewind. Thank you all so much for the support you’ve given me over the past year, and let’s keep our head held high as we knock down 2018′s door! Peace!

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