"Hah what a day. Finally get to rest." Ratchet sighed as he fell back on his bed. "Indeed but I'm not so sure if it will last long." Clank spoke in his usual analytical tone. The two had just gotten done giving proton scrubs to every ship on the Kyzil Plateu as per Ratchet's promise to his friend Grimm. "Why do you say that buddy?" Ratchet asked in confusion. "Well, the probability that we are going to be able to rest here for an extended period of time, is approximately 3,937,546 to 1." Clank explained. "Yeah whatever you say buddy." Ratchet merely dismissed the notion that they would have to go saving the galaxies again just minutes after they had gotten done with their work.

Ratchet grabbed the remote and switched on his TV. The first thing to come up announced it's presence with a loud voice. "Introducing Nano Gladiator! The one and only famous gladiator tournament coming to you from the galaxy over. We have some of the fiercest competitors you have ever seen." The announcer explained. A picture of an armadillo resembling Sandslash covered in spikes wearing a wicked grin. "Dickey Dillo, the armadillo who aspires to be a porcupine." The next picture showed a robot bearing the resemblance of a cat. "Clawsha Cilton, the cat who explicitly does not want to be a model in case anyone is trying to hire her." The third and last picture, was a burgundy lombax with ash grey stripes holding a lance matching his color scheme and with a cocky grin on his face. This was where Ratchet stood up in full attention. "And finally... (Y/n) the Omni-Lance, ready for adventure wherever it may take him." The announcer finished.

"He's a lombax." Ratchet remarked in awe. He was practically hypnotized by the sight before him. Suddenly all the pictures were overshadowed by a logo reading Nano Gladiator. "Come down to see Nano Gladiator in Aleero City just a few kilocubits south from the Galactic Ranger base." The announcer spoke his last words and the commercial ended, resuming the regularly scheduled robot workout. Ratchet was at a loss for words, still wrapped up in the revelation that there was another lombax out there. "Ratchet, is everything all right?" Clank asked in confusion. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking Clank?" Ratchet asked a smile creeping in on his muzzle. "The chance that I would be thinking exactly what you are thinking is less than probable." Clank replied.

Grim was enjoying a bowl of cereal in what you could call his living room when he spotted Ratchet coming down from his room with Clank. "Well, you seem to be in a good mood. Are ya off to save the galaxy again?" Grim asked walking out into the garage. "Not this time Grim, there's this gladiator tournament called Nano Gladiator and it's just a few kilocubits away from the Galactic Ranger base." Ratchet explained. Grim was confused. "And this puts you in a good why?" He asked. "One of the competitors is a lombax, I've gotta go and meet him." Ratchet said hopping into his ship with Clank.

"We still have a garage to run! You can't just go running off hoping no one comes in to do business." Grim lectured with his trademark bluntness. "I fulfilled my promise to you about a few hours ago, besides, we aren't exactly the most popular garage in the galaxy. I'll be back in an hour I promise." Ratchet said with a smirk on his face. The ships cockpit closed and the two were off in the sky in no time. "Honestly I don't know what I'm gonna do with him." Grim said in part exhaustion.

A smooth ride through space and the two arrived in Kerwan. Wasting no time they shot south of the Galactic Ranger home base in search of the Nano Gladiator tournament. "What exactly does this tournament even look like?" Ratchet asked looking around as he weaved in and out of traffic. "I'm sure we'll find it soon enough." Clank assured looking as best he could with how short he was. "What do you think this (Y/n) is like? Is he charming, mysterious, does he smell like a hero?" Ratchet asked with a bright smile on his muzzle. "We'll find out once we find a parking spot because we're already here." Clank said gesturing towards the windshield.

Ratchet manuevered the ship down to a nearby empty lot and quickly popped the hood so they could get out. A few other ships were there already, suggesting that they weren't the first ones there. Ratchet and Clank walked up to the entrance and were greeted by a host. He sported a heavily mechanized look of a Lombax, as if he was a robot, which he probably was. "Welcome to Nano Gladiator how may I be of service?" His voice was familiar. "Hey, you're the announcer from the commercial." Ratchet remarked. "I sure am, oh wait, don't tell me, did you come all the way out here just to hear more of my voice?" The announcer asked with puppy dog eyes. "Uh..." Ratchet felt awkward. "Not really. We just want to know, is there anyway for us to speak to (Y/n)?" Ratchet was confused. Why did the announcer look like a robot Lombax

The announcer ignored his staring. "My my he's so popular now. I've had at least five other people ask to speak with him and my answer was always the same." The announcer said. "And that would be...?" Ratchet waited for his answer. "Your talk, your funeral." The announcer answered in a sinister tone. Clank looked at the guy with confusion. "You would not believe how crazy it is backstage, mostly the fault of Dickey Dillo. However you are welcome to try to get back there if you wish to risk your life for this talk. After all once we leave here you may never see us again." The announcer explained.

"Is there--?" "No." "I thought so. So where is backstage?" Ratchet asked. "At the end of the coliseum. Try to hurry though, the tournament is just a half hour away from starting. You're a lombax though so I guess (Y/n) could make an exception for you." The announcer spoke. "What exception exactly?" Clank asked in curiosity. "An exception as to not kill you the moment he sees you." The announcer said with a wicked grin. "Heh... yeah." Ratchet exclaimed in nervousness.

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The coliseum gave them a grwat view as they walked in. There were several sections that were all displaying different types of technology. One section was comprised of pulsating cubes. Another section was undulating with every step they took, almost as if it were processing their presence and what to make of it. A third section was constantly dismantling and reconstructing itself as if to say it were looking for the prfect form to present itself in. A fourth section was covered in small spikes and rubble, daring anyone to sit down and test their strength against it. A fifth section was releasing endless amounts of steam, presumably because of the heat being radiated from the material by itself. The sixth and final section was a plain white floor, too normal to not be suspicious.

Reaching the end of the coliseum, they happened upon an entrance leading to a secluded room, presumably to be the backstage. SLAM. "Here for an autograph little boy?" A deep growling voice snarled wickedly as a giant leng stood in front of them. It was Dickey Dillo. They weren't kidding when the fine print said "image not to scale". He was as tall as the archway and that alone meant he was a at least 12 feet tall. "Uh no we were just passing by." Ratchet said nervously. "Nonsense, everyone loves Dickey Dillo. In fact, some have had a little play time with Dillo's Dickey if you know what I mean." The giant armadillo winked at them with his wicked grin.

"Begging your pardon Dickey Dillo but what exactly do you mean by that?" Clank asked inching away. "Dickey!! I specifically told you to hold your instinct to have fun with the populace here until after the tournament!" Clawsha Cilton entered the conversation having clearly picked up on what was going on. "Come on Cilton, I was just discussing it with them. Come on boy, you can take it right?" Dillo asked as if looking for backup. "Uh I'll think about it. Still we're looking for (Y/n). Is he here with you right now?" Ratchet asked trying to remain focused. "Of course he is. Come on I'll take you to him." Clawsha said with a smile. She glared at Dillo before leading Ratchet and Clank off to the backstage area which was supposedly where (Y/n) was located.

After passing the relatively small small entrance hall they arrived in a room split into three sections. One section was completely black and filled with objects centered around a porcupine theme. Another section was blue and filled with what appeared to be different video game consoles, many of which Ratchet had never seen before. The last section was burgundy brown filled with weapons of all sorts, looking as if they hadn't been touched for a while. "May I ask as to what all that ruckus was just now?" A voice asked. "Just trying to hold back Dickey. You know how eager he gets." Clawsha replied in annoyance.

A sigh followed that statement. "Honestly when will he learn to control himself?" The voice asked irritably. "Anyways I have two guests here for you in case you want to meet them." Clawsha explained. "Guests?" The voice was suddenly cheerful. A chair materialised in the burgundy section with (Y/n) sitting down in it a bit hazardously. He eyed Ratchet and Clank with a smile. "So this is the Ratchet and Clank I've been hearing so much about on the holovids. You two are as handsome as ever." (Y/n) said with a smile. Ratchet was amazed. Another real live lombax, right in front of him.