I'm thinking of cross-posting this on fanfiction again...or even go to Ao3...idk. what do you all think? Wattpad is a calming place for me, but I want my story to get more out there! (that and I think the old version is still on fanfiction and I don't want that there anymore)

ALSO - There's A LOT of INTROSPECTION in this chapter, BE WARNED that it might be a bit slow, or hold a lot of heavy feelings (depending on personal opinion) ENJOY the chapter...

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[Clank]

Clank decided that understanding living beings was a complicated task.

A creation like himself could perform countless equations at a moment's notice. Could determine the odds of winning or losing in a game of virtual poker. Could calculate the exact percentage of how likely something is to happen. Living beings could not. And yet...

Ratchet was always the "Shoot first, ask questions later. Then shoot again." type of guy. He never thought about anything before jumping in to save the day (or make it worse, depending on how Ratchet was feeling that day. He was probably insane sometimes, yet Clank never minded.). Ratchet, by all intents and purposes, was a kid. One that was his best friend. His family since the beginning. His friend was no longer with him.

The point is, even without the ability to calculate formulas and predict situations, Ratchet still went forward. Still jumped into action at a moment's notice in a wild frenzy. While he knew his way around the battlefield and weapons of many kinds, it seemed that Ratchet always threw himself into deadly situations. No matter how much the odds were against him in the end.

Things like that made Clank wonder: What made living beings act so...different compared to robots and other beings. What made them have different personalities? What dictated them to make their decisions. What was it that made them live in a way no others could understand but themselves? When it comes down to it, every being in the universe is different in their own way. But Clank still did not understand, his processors constantly working on finding an answer. He thought back to the time he asked Ratchet that same question,

"Ratchet?"

"Yeah, pal?"

"What is it that makes living beings so, well, so different?"

Ratchet, currently navigating their ship through a debris field, looked over at him in bewilderment, before turning forward once more, "What do you mean? pal?"

Clank tapped his chin, optics narrowing as he thought of a way to explain his question to Ratchet, "Perhaps I can rather ask what makes living beings have emotions, feelings. How do you live and act differently than your other counterparts? One could say, living beings constantly deviate from the norm. The very existence of life in this universe was almost impossible when it was created. So what makes you..well, you?"

Ratchet huffed out, eyes widening, "Wow...that was..a lot." He held up a hand to rub at his neck awkwardly. "You'll have to ask a Philosopher that, pal. I'm not exactly equipped to handle things like..like that!" he exclaimed. But Clank still stared at him, he rolled his eyes, "Look, ever heard of a soul?" Clank shook his head, "Well, it's gonna sound crazy, especially to a walking toaster like you-" Clank glared at him, "-A soul is basically who we are. It's our existence or some crap like that."

Clank looked at him questioningly, "So this..soul? It is what gives you life?"

Ratchet sighed, "Not quite. All the shit we go through and stuff also makes us who we are." he paused, "I think robots like you can't understand things like that. No offense, pal"

Clank looked down, "None taken. Ratchet."

There was silence, before Clank piped up again, looking towards Ratchet, "So, are you saying that I have a 'Soul' too?"

Ratchet looked towards Clank, surprised, before smiling, "Of course!" he said, "You are your own person, not just a mindless piece of scrap metal, pal."

Clank's eyes widened. While it didn't answer his question completely. He felt reassured.

"Thank you, Ratchet."

To this day, Clank still doesn't understand the concept of a 'Soul'.

Perhaps Ratchet was right, it wasn't something you understand. It wasn't something you questioned. Rather, you just live with the knowledge that it might be there and move on. There was no problem as long as you were there and alive.

He has a Zoni soul, however, did that count? He felt no different...do people that have "Souls" feel different? Problem is, Clank is still made of metal, he can't feel things (he doesn't think so). So how did he know he had a "Soul"?

What Clank didn't know, however, was that beings with "Souls" did not feel different at all.

So he made his decision. Call it crazy or unobtainable, he was determined.

The universe needed its hero. He needed his friend. It was only the right option.

Opening up his makeshift blueprints, Clank got to work, sketching out the possibilities with an (almost broken) blue ink pen. He could do this in his mind, if he really wanted to, but he was going to be building things anyways.

"Sigmund?" He called out, waiting a few minutes before said bot peaked his head around the corner, "Yes, s-sir?"

"Is the transport ship still in safe flying condition?"

"The ship that Sir Azimuth flew here is still intact, S-sir."

"Well, that really helps. Thank you, Sigmund."

"N-No p-p-problem Sir!" and then he was gone, off to do whatever he normally does.

Clank sighed, looking back at his blueprints. Thinking of the possible resources he might need. He listed them in his head, placing a hand back upon his work,

If someone like him could have "Soul"...His creation should have one too...

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[Ratchet]

Oliver held out a random book to Ratchet, who flipped through the pages rapidly, before shaking his head.

"Nope."

Oliver groaned, catching the attention of a few other people in the bookstore. They sat in a quiet little booth while Oliver showed him book after book on Lombaxes and Lombax history. Oliver took the book away, "Honestly, that's what everyone reads in high school!"

Ratchet raised a brow, crossing his arms, "Well, maybe it wasn't interesting enough for me to remember!"

Oliver sighed, looking at the pile of books that he hasn't shown Ratchet yet, "Well...what about this one?" He hesitantly handed it over to Ratchet, who, this time, actually looked closely at the cover. This one was finally written in Galactic Basic (a language he could actually understand) and flipped the cover over. He eyed the first page, "This..." he trailed off, forgetting what he was about to say as he turned a bit more pages, Oliver cleared his throat, "That book right there was written after the incident...with Tachyon,"

"Tachyon?"

Oliver sighed, "Yeah. He...killed a whole lot of us before our race fled here. Most people refuse to talk about it, heck, my mom and dad won't either. He sighed, "I was born a year after the incident..as people call it. So I don't know the details...My brother does though!" he said with a strained smile, "I guess you wouldn't either, considering you're my age and all...right?"

Ratchet shook his head, "I'm nineteen, and if I'm looking at this date correctly..." he winced, "I was born in that year...yeah?"

Oliver was silent for a moment, "Yeah, that's true. But someone would have to have brought you here..."

They sat in silence for a moment while Ratchet turned page after page. His eyes narrowed...

Tachyon..why is the name so familiar...why did his chest feel tight?

He shook his head again, "Nope, not ringing any bells." and Oliver banged his head lightly on the table. "This isn't getting anywhere..." he whispered, "Why don't you get up and see if there is anything of interest?". Ratchet sighed, getting up from his seat and heading towards the many bookshelves on the other side of the large room they were in. He passed most of them, before getting to the last few sets of rows, before turning down one of them,

What here looks interesting to me...that I can read...?

He browsed over the many books on the shelf. heading further and further down the corridor, Books, more books, comics...

He eyed one of the bigger books on one of the higher shelves, he reached up to grab it, taking a look at the cover, he raised a brow, opening it up to the middle of the book before reading the first line....

He must be in the romance section...

Putting the book back immediately, eyes wide, he made his way back to where he came, going down the opposite corridor. He never wanted to go back after what he just read.

This section was mostly filled with comics, he took one off the shelf. It was titled,

"The Many Adventures Of Captain Qwark!!!" In thick red lettering

The cover depicted a tall, green-clad man holding a blaster to the sky. Creatures of all shapes and sizes cheering him on in the background. Ratchet's eyes narrowed, analyzing the picture closer. Looks interesting enough...Perhaps he was a fan of this man in his past? The thought made a shiver run down his spine. For some odd reason, that assumption felt too right, too natural. He will definitely bring this back to Oliver and tell him.

He held the comic under his arm, taking a few more comics with him. As well as a few more books off another shelf. He headed back to where Oliver was sitting, playing on his phone, He looked up once he saw the taller Lombax come over.

"Oh great. More knowledge. I can feel my brain already hurting." he said, going to pick up one of the books that Ratchet brought over, before pausing, "Really? A Captain Qwark comic...I didn't take you for that type of guy.". Ratchet winced, "Yeah, I don't know...I just felt like I knew him from somewhere.." Oliver groaned,

"Yeah, Captain Qwark is everywhere...comes on the radio at least once a week." Ratchet perked up at this. "On TV too sometimes. He is really-" a paused, looking at his friend, "Ratch..Are you okay?"

Ratchet had his elbow on the table, leaning forward and holding his hand to his forehead. "On the radio once a week..." he muttered, only Oliver could hear him, "Other than that..."

Oliver stared at him, unsure what to do in this type of situation. "Uhhh, yeah! Ha...radio once a week! Always talk about how he was a hero and how he saved the solar system!"

At this, Ratchet paused looking down at the table, stopping his mutterings, he remembered saying those words...

Yeah...He's on the radio every week...

His head hurt.

Looking up, a weary look on his face, he told Oliver that he remembered something, "-and, sorry for scaring you.."

Oliver shook his head, "No. You don't need to apologize. I'm happy we accomplished a little something today. We need to do it more!" He said determinedly, "Who knows, maybe I will be your hero and get your memories back!"

They were both silent for a moment, Ratchet laughed quietly,

"That was so damn corny of you to say."

"Oh, shut up!" Oliver groaned, "You're killing my mood here!"

"Cringe." Ratchet stated simply, wincing at the pain in his head. Oliver sighed, a look of sympathy passing over his features before he slid off the booth, "I will put these books back." He looked towards the comic, "I'll get you the comic. It's only one or two bolts! Maybe you can read it and help jog your memory a bit more."

"Oh, you don't have to do that..." But Oliver waved a hand dismissively, "Nonsense. I'm sure they would be glad to get rid of it anyways. Looks like it's been sitting on the shelf for years. I wouldn't be surprised if they even gave it to you for free considering its shitty condition..."

Turns out, the bookkeepers did give it to them for free. Even thanking them for taking it off their hands.

"See? I told you! I'm always right anyway!"

Ratchet rolled his eyes good-naturedly, Oliver looked at him and sighed, "Man, you look like shit." He looked up at the sky, "You have to get back by sunset, right? Let me take you home. I can explain what happened to Kaden and Phoebe if you want...well, a little bit. I'm quite shy.." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ratchet thanked him, before following him back to Kaden and Phoebe's house, Ratchet leading them back this time.

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Kaden and Phoebe were very understanding of what happened, and let Ratchet go with a quick snack before bed. Ratchet rubbed his eyes, tired for once. Maybe he could catch some sleep this time?

He was about to get up and shut the door to change but paused when there was a timid knock on the door, Phoebe peeked her head around when she got no answer. "Hey there." she said softly, coming to sit next to him on the bed, "How are you doing?"

Ratchet sighed, "My head still hurts a bit. But I'm okay.", Phoebe smiled at this, "Well, that's good. At least you remembered something today." she winced, "Even if it was only a little something."

Ratchet nodded, "Yeah, I guess so." he muttered. Phoebe placed a gentle hand on his upper back, "You're trying. That's what matters."

Ratchet smiled at the woman until she got up to leave the room. "Well, Kaden and I are heading off to bed-" she was cut off when Kaden shouted from their room, "Goodnight, kid!" and she rolled her eyes, "Try to get some shut-eye, okay?" Ratchet nodded, "Thank you, Mrs. Callisto. For everything."

She smiled kindly, "Oh, no need for that now! It's just Phoebe, all the time, you make me feel old by saying that!" she joked, before composing herself, "Goodnight, Ratchet."

"Goodnight."

She shut the door, and Ratchet got up to change into his pajamas before shutting the light off, quickly hopping into bed. Shutting his eyes, and drifting off into a deep sleep for the first time in a while. Finally getting more than a few hours of rest.

He thought he wanted to sleep...he thought wrong.

He was restless, tossing and turning every so often. Eyes opening every five to fifteen minutes only to close again in frustration and go back into a broken sleep. He was hot, and then cold, and then hot again. His body finally decided that it wanted to be cold for the rest of the night. Leaving him shaky and tense. He even sat up once to rub at his pounding head before laying back down. It was pointless to sleep at this point, but he just wanted to rest his pounding head.

He closed his eyes once more, drifting into sleep...

He heard a familiar voice...

"-your wrench..." the voice faded out...

"You bet. I built that ship with it!" he glanced to the side, a blurry grey image appearing before him...

The voice faded back in again.."Hmm. I'm currently-...search-...of someone. Saving the-...Have you seen?"

It was a blur, the blurry scenery changed...It was clearer this time

"-going to destroy that city! We must get to-" broken, "That's what I said!" His voice called out, but the other argued with him,

"No, that is what I said!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!!"

"Fine!!!"

He moved on...

He heard a furious growling coming from...oh, that was him...

"Ratchet, are you all right?" the voice asked,

"He...IS..going...TO PAY!"

He awoke, startled, Jumping out of bed and clicking the bedside lamp on, walking to the other side of the room in shock. He brushed his hands through the fur on his head, making himself look like a mess. That voice. The other voice. The blurry images. It hurt. It didn't make sense! None of it did.

He sat down in the corner of the room, an all too familiar feeling consuming him whole...

He has been in this position before...in the corner...back to the wall, head in knees...eyes stringing in frustration. He hated feeling vulnerable. But most of all, he hated not knowing anything about himself.

He sniffed, eyes watery, but no tears fell. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, it was six in the morning. It feels like he didn't sleep at all...

What the hell was that...?

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[3 WEEKS LATER]

The next day was quite uneventful and then the day after that...and the day after that...

Before he knew it, a whole 3 weeks passed by with no other memories coming through.

He still tried to sleep, but only managed to get a couple of hours at a time. It was okay though, since he felt like nothing to him. Perhaps, it was a normal occurrence in his past. Even then, he couldn't shake the feeling of the one he did have. He sounded so unnatural, so angry. On the contrary, the voice that was with him the whole time sounded calm, and monotone. Almost as if they were a robot of some kind. He could tell for sure that it was a fragment of his past that he had forgotten.

His voice was different. His personality seemed different. Hell, everything was different. The sad thing was, it was him that was like that. A person that seemed so angry for nothing. Then again, he doesn't know what happened in the first place. Maybe he was justified?

In the end, he couldn't do anything about it, nor did he tell Kaden and Phoebe about it. He didn't even tell Alister, even Oliver (even though he was tempted). His problems were his own, and that's that.

That's not even mentioning the odd looks he got when he went out alone or with anyone else. He caught people staring, a lot, when he was with Kaden, Phoebe, or even Alister. When alone with Oliver, he felt like he was being watched constantly. This was either due to The Council's constant vigilance, or his paranoia. Either way, he was starting to get pissed off at being the center of attention for so long. He wanted to be left alone.

He wanted to leave.

He even noticed that Kaden and Phoebe have gotten more distant a week after he had that anxiety-inducing dream...or memory episode...Whatever it was!

He remembers that night clearly, silently walking out of the spare room to go to the bathroom across the hall, but before he could step into the hallway, he heard a broken voice come from Kaden and Phoebe's room at the end of the hall. While he didn't mean to eavesdrop, his curiosity got the better of him,

"Phoebe I-I can't help it...Whenever I look at him...I think of-" was Kaden's muffled voice, Ratchet winced, chest feeling cold. Phoebe's voice, much softer and harder to decipher, tried to calm her husband. "I-I know. But we can't...just leave.." and his voice was a whisper, too hard to hear behind the closed door.

He knew immediately that it was about him, He wasn't angry, no. He already noticed that they kept him at an arm's length. Deep down, it really hurt. Not like he would tell anyone though. The one question in his mind was who exactly he reminded them of. It had to be someone bad or important, since he never heard the usually happy-go-lucky man so upset before. It was bad enough to keep him awake at night.

He quietly walked back over to the bed, he could wait for a bit. Just so Kaden and Phoebe wouldn't suspect that he heard them talk.

Ever since then, he couldn't understand the emotions they felt when both of them looked at him. Sometimes it was sadness, sometimes it was happiness. Other times it was with this longing look that seemed to haunt him for hours after they looked at him that way. It was awkward, to say the least, especially since he was staying in their house. But he tried to make the best of it by helping them every so often, like washing the dishes here and there. Heck, he even helped Phoebe with her gardening, even though she seemed somewhat hesitant. He was surprisingly gentle when it came to delicate things, (he still made a mess of the dirt though, he guesses that with all his delicacy, comes chaos as well.). Even so, they got closer and closer despite the odds. 

Little did he know that it would not last.

Now, he liked making them happy, dare he say he felt proud. It felt weird to him. Foreign, yet familiar at the same time. He wanted to impress people, he wanted to do great.

Until he was alone, more often than not. Kaden and Phoebe still had work. Alister came over sometimes to take him to the arena again if he wanted. He always agreed, not like he was doing anything else, and sometimes Oliver was there watching his father, Lucas. It got to the point where he and Oliver got really close. To the point where they spent almost every day together. It's not really like they had anyone else. Oliver had his family, sure, but they were busy most of the time. Ratchet had no one, except for Kaden, Phoebe, Alister, and Oliver himself.

Once the fourth week rolled around, however, Oliver was busy with his family and couldn't hang out. It was okay, Ratchet supposed, having a break is nice.

However, at this same time, Kaden and Phoebe had a few days off. Opting to leave them to have some alone time with each other, Ratchet mostly stayed in the spare room, or just went out to walk around the city to see how many people he could count staring at him. He found it funny at this point. People were so obvious, and the suspicious Council Members (he assumed) were shit at hiding in plain sight. He always opted to stare right back until they backed off. Many did, his stare back became imposing, so much so, that they wouldn't even look at him again.

Idly reading his comic that the kind bookkeepers gave him weeks ago, he paused when he heard soft knocking on the doorframe, he looked up, seeing Kaden standing there. arms crossed with a hesitant smile on his face, "Hey kid, whatcha doing there?"

Ratchet looked down at his comic, before looking at Kaden once more, "Jus' readin'" he said casually, raising a brow in curiosity, "Kaden cleared his throat. "Well, I was wondering if you finally wanted to work on that building kit I got for us. You up for it?"

Ratchet winced, "Well, isn't it one of your days off? Don't you want to spend it doing something better?"

Kaden uncrossed his arms, no longer leaning on the doorway, "What do you mean?" he asked quietly, concerned. When he got no response, he sighed "Hey now, building something with you is a good thing. Hell, even Phoebe is busy with her garden. This is the perfect time to build it, and let me tell you, I wouldn't do anything else."

Ratchet groaned internally, he was probably just doing this because he felt guilty for leaving him alone for so long. He felt his ears droop because of the anxiety he felt. "O-okay. I'm all for it if you are."

Kaden analyzed him for a moment, before he started heading down to his garage, Ratchet following him silently. It was unnerving to spend time with the kit after a few weeks. While they did manage to get close, the space between Ratchet and himself was still there. Kaden really did feel guilty, this kit had nothing to do with his personal problems yet...he couldn't help it. Ratchet looked exactly like him, it was almost scary. In turn, Ratchet could even be mistaken for his lost son. Everyone could see it. But he and everyone else knows that it is impossible.

In the end, Ratchet reminded him of what he and Phoebe lost all those years ago, and deep down, it hurt him. It hurt him and Phoebe.

But he didn't mean to take it this far.

He could admit when he was in the wrong. And he realized it when the kit looked at him with such a hesitant face when he looked up from his comic. He did not want the kit to ever feel that way around him and Phoebe, and it looked like what they both did was wrong.

Thankfully, he had a reason to try and mend the already fragile, and somewhat new bond he had with Ratchet previously. Hopefully, Ratchet could enjoy it as much as he assumed he would, lingering feelings put aside. He would try his damn best to overcome his own hesitance if it just made Ratchet just a bit more comfortable with them.

He flicked on the light in the garage, the building kit still where he left it on his side table. He watched as Ratchet came up beside him, "Now I haven't done one of these in..well, years!" he paused to pull up two chairs, so they were sitting across from one another. "Forgive me if I'm rusty, but I'm pretty sure you can pick up on it!" he tried to sound optimistic.

"I'll try my best!" Ratchet replied with a smile. Kaden chuckled, opening the box and laying the thin metal pieces out. "Okay, so if you've never done this before, I will explain it to you. On these pieces of metal are small little tabs that you bend over. Those tabs will fit into corresponding slots that will click in." He then laid out an instruction manual. We follow this, and we should be able to build it. This one's for beginners, so we should be able to finish it today."

Ratchet's ears perked up inquisitively, before opening the manual in between them, he scratched his chin, and Kaden chuckled, "Here, let me do the first one."

After Kaden did the first step, he let Ratchet take the rest over. He was a bit unsure about his decision while Ratchet looked at the manual perplexed for a couple of minutes. He was about to offer to do the next step before Ratchet put the manual down, closed.

Kaden watched, amazed as the kit successfully built the ship from the inside out, without looking at the manual, mind you. He seemed to be a natural in determining where the parts of the ship exactly go. Almost halfway done, he leaned back, "It's a Star Explorer, right?"

Kaden beamed, "Yep, one of the older models." He smiled, "I think you just remembered something. A fan of ships, ey?"

Ratchet paused, eyes wide, "Yeah! That makes sense. No wonder I have such an infatuation with them when I'm walking in the city."

Ratchet seemed happy at the revelation. Kaden helped him pop in the next few pieces until they completed it. Ratchet held up a fist and quietly cheered, Kaden chuckled at that. Getting up to throw the manual in the trash. To say he was impressed was an understatement. It took the kid only a bit more than an hour to complete the model, without looking at the manual, mind you. He really must be a ship enthusiast to know all the parts of a Star Explorer. Even though the labeled tabs matched with labeled slots, the kid was a pro at building models, that was for sure.

He walked back over to the table, where Ratchet now stood, looking at their work.

Kaden grinned, picking up the model and handing it to Ratchet. "Why don't you keep it and display it in the spare room. You need something to decorate it, don't you?"

Ratchet looked at him, before he shook his head, "While that's a great idea. I think there is another place to put it, if you don't mind?" Kaden looked at him in confusion, tilting his head, "Y-yeah, sure. Whatever floats your boat!"

Ratchet nodded, looking around the garage before eying the place he was thinking about while building the model with Kaden. He walked over to an almost empty shelf across the room, which only held a few dusty books. He eyed one of the higher shelves before standing up on his tippy-toes and sliding the model onto one carefully. He turned back to the surprised man, "Look, if I really am a 'ship enthusiast'. I probably have a bunch of ship-related things back...home. So, I want it displayed here so we can look back on it. And, when I leave, you can have it to remember me by."

Kaden almost looked like he was about to cry, Ratchet huffed, "And don't tell anyone I said that! I am not a softie by any means. You should fear me!"

Kaden composed himself, "Oh yeah? Says the one who helped Phoebe in the garden twice these past weeks."

"Hey, gardening is a hardcore hobby! And definitely not for people that are soft, like you!"

However, he was just joking. He knew he was soft himself. But he wasn't going to admit it. Not while Kaden is smirking at him like that.

"Okay, okay! Big man Ratchet decides that he is in fact, not a softie. Yet, reads Captain Qwark comics on the side. Don't think I didn't see that."

Ratchet blushed under his fur, "You didn't! You saw nothing. Maybe your eyes are just getting old!"

Kaden held a hand to his chest, feigning hurt "Oh no, whatever should I do? Maybe it is time for me to get glasses."

"Yeah!" Ratchet agreed, genuinely laughing at their fake little bickering. Kaden joined in on the laughing, before composing himself. Looking at the kit endearingly. That was the first time he ever heard Ratchet laugh like that. It was the kind of laugh that was infectious, but endearing nonetheless.

And just like that, he forgot about his hurt, his guilt. He genuinely smiled,

He could get used to this...

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[Clank]

Before he knew it, days turned into weeks. Now, it has been almost a month since he began working on his project. Slaving away at the desk for hours, while making sure the Great Clock kept together when not at his desk. It was a meticulous job. One that took hours to complete, but finally, he was at his last step.

He attached the final piece to the body of the project, turning on the Holo-guise that would now permanently fit on his creation. It took a long time to design something that would be as close as possible to the real thing. Even so, he was sure that he had everything correct. All the parts are in the right place, and all the coding is checked and perfected. All the colors, the details, the features, whatever memories and characteristics he could fit inside the processors. All of it made up his creation. All he needed was to say the words...

But could he?

His friend was dead and long gone. Was this simply built in his memory or from Clank's desperation? He didn't know. He would never know.

He pushed his chair back, looking over his creation that lay on the table. He sighed, and monotonously said :

"XR - 082709 :

Access code 6 15 18 - 18 1 20 3 8 5 20

Override Code 13 25 - 6 18 9 5 14 4

System engage...

 "Hello XR."

....

"Hello, Clank..."

The universe needs a hero

Clank needs a friend

But did he do the right thing?

....

He didn't know anymore.

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Uh-oh, Clank what did you do?!

Why can't I just let the characters be happy, you ask? I don't know myself but welcome to the feels train...free drinks anyone?

!!!PLEASE READ!!! (PLEASE!!!) : You all should know this by now, but this fic takes place in an alternate reality. While things happened differently, there are still some of the same characters that we would see in "Ratchet's Original Reality". Such as Captain Quark. Now, this fic (of course) ignores the 2016 game and the Ratchet and Clank Movie, and rather follows the original storyline. I have gotten some DM's about this, and questions about this. SO, if any of you are unsure or don't know much about the original storyline, go and watch some vids on YouTube. The cutscenes will probably help you the most in obtaining the bare basics about the original storyline

That being said, I would like to confirm that "Alternate Reality Ratchet" is actually dead, The Ratchet that is in this story is the only one that is alive. Sorry about that, but we won't be seeing any weird alternate reality twins meet up or something. This is why Kaden and Phoebe are not hopeful at all that their son is Ratchet. :)

ALSO : Don't think that just because this stuff happened now, the story will be short. No. No, you couldn't be more wrong. This story will be very, very, very long. There is so much more planned that will change the very course of this story. This, my friends, is just the beginning... :)

NOTES ;

-The Star Explorer ship is actually from the Ratchet and Clank games Going Commando and Up Your Arsenal. What they are building is not the same one that Ratchet had, but a model of the Star Explorer ship nonetheless.

-The access and Override codes both mean something. But I will not tell you.

Just thought that would clear some things up! Thank you for reading!