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ok all of my drafts are completed! the ones not posted are in the queue. once again, reminder that my liberator verse things are on hold, and i did drop just a few drafts. 90% of the stuff is done though, and will be posting still. if you want to check on the status of our threads, feel free to ask.

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Nefarious hit the ground with a heavy thud, his fall only softened by practically faceplanting on the other. Though upon realizing that, he shoved himself off with a noise of disgust, rolling over onto the cold rooftop. For a second he simply lay there, glaring up at the darkened sky with pure irritation.

"It's about time! I was starting to think we'd be trapped there forever! How could this possibly get any worse!?!" He planted a hand against the rooftop and roughly shoved himself into a sitting position. Only to see what was staring them down.

"... Oh."

It was immediately worse. As usual, he shouldn't have opened his mouth.

Great. Not only were they back in Nefarious City, the absolute worst place either of them could be, but that rift just had to throw them out right in front of a bunch of the Emperor's troopers... because OF COURSE it did! Why was he even surprised anymore!?!!?

Not that he had any time to ponder that, because they were surrounded within seconds.

Uh oh. This was bad. Not just being in the city again, but if he'd learned anything from his unfortunate time stuck playing the Emperor's lackey, it was just how fast information travelled back to him. And now that the bots had seen them, it would surely be only a matter of time before he was alerted to their appearance. That is… if they weren't killed right then and there.

Panic had him rushing back to his feet, immediately on the defensive as one of the bots advanced, raising its weapon. Though before the shot could fully charge, the doctor fired off a blast of his own. It struck the trooper dead-on and sent it crashing back towards the others, sparking uselessly on the ground.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

His satisfaction was short-lived, however. Because he realized, as soon as they were seen working together, there would be no doubt that his supposed 'loyalty' towards the Emperor had all been an act. If he hadn't suspected that already.

Seeing that one of them had been destroyed, the remaining troopers all locked onto them, raising their weapons in unison. In any other situation, he would have loved the opportunity to absolutely obliterate them. But at the moment, he had no idea how they were going to escape. Freezing was starting to look pretty good right about now…

  That was the understatement of the year...

  ❝Might I remind you that all of this is your fault?❞ Ratchet puts in, a jab at how Nefarious just had to steal and misuse the Dimensionator in the first place. With that in mind, he is somewhat surprised that Nefarious just blew his own cover here. Ratchet knows he could have easily taken the side of the Emperor's troopers to save himself. Just as he easily could've left him frozen on the prior dimension.

  There was no time to really think about it, as now the troopers were gearing for a full on assault. Ratchet had dealt with many of them before, and let out an annoyed growl at the prospect of dealing with more. While he did find enjoyment in battle, sometimes he just wanted to be done with it — you know? He had barely recovered from the previous fights, after all.

  Ratchet held his omniwrench in his right hand and brought out his burst pistol in his left, quick to fire at one of the nearing troopers. In the next moment, he swung his wrench at a nearby one — meeting the metal with a loud CLANG! That sound however? That never got old. It brings a smirk to the alien's mouth as he maneuvers to hit the trooper again until he was completely down.

  With another fallen, a trooper cries out, 'How absolutely barbaric! Attack the squishy and the betrayer! No one betrays the Emperor!'

  They advanced on the duo once more, pushing them further back. Ratchet scrambled back as he dodged incoming bullets, his feet skirting the edge of the skyscraper. He curses in his head... if only I had one of my RYNOS right about now!

He left in early morning.

Perhaps Ratchet was sleeping at this hour? Given the time--

  Figures that Sly would immediately try to get on his nerves. Fingers grip the handle of his omniwrench tighter for a moment as he takes a deep breath through his nose. At his voice and the sight of him, there again in the back of the alien's mind came their previous encounter. It frustrated him that, even now, he remained curious and confused by it.

  More than anything though, it pissed him off.

Ratchet and Clank: Movie - NEVER BEFORE SEEN deleted scenes!

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When Clank (and Ratchet) had pulled Talwyn aside just as she was about to board her ship to leave Ardolis, the stern look on the little robot's features towards his companion amusingly perplexed the Markazian. By all accounts, their mission here had been successful. It was only when the Lombax spoke that it clicked for her.

Now, this--this was good.

She didn't even bother trying to hide the smirk on her face when she crossed her arms and listened silently.

But, instead of addressing Ratchet directly, Talwyn lowered herself to Clank's level, deciding to ignore that final cocky little addition of his, and solely address the robot:

"I accept your apology Clank. By the look of things, you two seemed to have valid motives behind your actions, but I'll gladly accept the help fix up the place all the same. In a way, it kinda showed that my father's defenses needed some upgrading, so, it's not all bad."

"As for you though," her tone shifted when her attention turned back to Ratchet. Not that she was angry with him, but she remembered a thing or two of her father's writings--even separated from his race, Ratchet sported that infamous Lombax arrogance. It was amusing to say the least, but she knew she had to stomp it just a bit before it got too unbearable.

"Next time you want to invite yourself into a girl's house, try knocking first."

She gave him a playful wink and smiled before joining the antsy warbots that were waiting on her for lift off.

She'd gone silent again, appreciating the company she shared in this reprieve. She didn't notice the smile painted on her lips, hadn't yet caught herself as she idly stared his way. No, she was just glad to spend some time with him again. After what happened at the Great Clock... she'd accepted it might not happen again for years.

  A poor friend... Ratchet had felt like that to her ever since he had originally returned to Veldin in an attempt to retire. More honestly, in an attempt to escape the grief he couldn't quite handle. Then Zogg had to make even more of a mess of things, but at the very least it all had brought him back to Polaris.

  And back to Talwyn.

  At her soft words, his lowered ears would rise ever slightly. Looking to her from the garden, his chest constricts with complicated feelings. A blossoming warmth, a wave of shame; a flutter of anxiety. There was no use in asking if she had meant it because he knew that she did. Instead, he gives her a delicate, small smile in return as his gaze softens.