Ratchet & Clank Page #2

prevented Dr. Nefarious

from atomizing Aleero City.

You may not have

stopped Neftin Prog

from rendering

the entire population

of Aridia color-blind!

Twice!

After all, you may not

have this chiseled jaw

or godlike pectoral region,

but if you have heart,

then you have what it takes.

You don't have

what it takes.

But I have heart.

Yes, but unfortunately

that heart is encased

in a weak, muscleless

mass of inexperience.

Plus, there's your

history to consider.

You got a long line

of citations here.

Possession of an illegal

gravity repulsor...

Oh, that was

a misunderstanding.

I thought that space pirate

was on the level!

Operation of

a black-market accelerator.

"Operation"

is a strong word.

It blew up as soon

as I turned it on!

Willful disruption

of the space-time continuum?

That is a funny story.

You're reckless,

you're a loose cannon,

and you're dangerous.

That's my shtick.

Wait! Just give me a chance!

Sorry, no time!

Galaxy in jeopardy!

Get back out there,

and remember,

you can do anything...

As long as you're me. Next!

I have no less than

three lethal katas

I would like to

demonstrate for you today.

Get me out of these

tiny blue-neck towns.

Dr. Nefarious!

The mad scientist

who made

all of this possible!

"Mad" suggests

cognitive impairment.

I'm more of

a vengeful scientist.

I trust you're here

to meet the troops.

Three hundred

sentient warbots,

built using

the finest raritanium

in the galaxy,

and programmed to assassinate

the Galactic Rangers.

Proton-powered, rust-proof,

and laser-guided.

Each of these

perfect creations

is an efficient,

remorseless killing machine.

Remorseless

killing machine...

Makes me want to

have children of my own.

But will they

get the job done?

I'd hate to have to

send you back

where I found you.

State your prime objective.

Prime objective,

destroy Galactic Rangers.

Inspection complete.

Weapon issued.

My warbots know

every offensive tactic

in the Ranger handbook.

They won't just

kill the Rangers...

Target acquired.

They'll annihilate them!

Nice. They killed

the lights, too.

Burn.

Repairbot!

Ah!

Now we're talking.

Target acquired.

Oh, my...

State your prime objective.

Destroy Galactic Rangers.

State your prime objective.

Destroy Galactic Rangers.

State your prime...

Hmm...

Hello.

Defect detected.

Preparing for

immediate destruction

in three, two...

Hey! Wait!

Oh, a defect!

Go play, Victor.

No...

Ahhh!

I'm coming for you, defect!

Oh! Ooh!

Hmm.

Defect!

Computer, set coordinates

for the Galactic Ranger

home base.

Destination set.

We will never make it,

but, hey,

what are you gonna do?

Oh, dear.

Sayonara, amigo.

Ratchet...

So, you're off to

save the galaxy.

Turns out you were right.

I should dream smaller.

I'll never be a Ranger.

What?

Whoa!

Danger detected.

Danger detected.

I told you

we'd never make it,

but did you listen to me?

No.

Hello?

Anyone in there? Whoa!

Prepare for imminent death.

There's got to be

a better way to say that.

Sorry.

Prepare for imminent death.

How's that?

Five, four,

three, two, one...

No vector shell damage.

Sister board

appears to be intact.

Ah!

I must get to Aleero City!

They are in danger!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Hey, who's in danger?

An army is coming.

I must warn them!

Hang on, slow down.

You've been in a crash.

What do you say

we get you back

to my garage?

I'll run a diagnostic

and have you

fixed up in no time.

Thank you.

I appreciate the assistance.

It's no problem.

So what do I call you?

I suppose

my proper designation

is Warbot Defect B5429...

Maybe I'll just

call you Clank.

My name's Ratchet.

Uh...

Up and down.

Yeah, there you go.

You're a natural.

Okay, that's enough.

Or just keep shaking.

That's cool, too.

Almost got it.

And... There!

How do you feel?

Fully operational.

Sweet.

So, what are you doing

all the way out here

in the sticks?

I am on a mission of

galactic importance.

"Galactic importance"?

Okay. Oh, boy.

You must have

ruptured your CPU.

How many fingers

am I holding up?

Uh... Two. But I fail

to see the relevance

of the question.

Chairman Drek has

built an army of warbots.

They're going to assassinate

the Galactic Rangers tomorrow.

Oh! That kind of

galactic importance!

Well, why didn't you say so?

I can totally help!

Oh, I could not ask

a civilian to get involved

in something so dangerous.

Well... No,

I'm not just a civilian.

The Rangers are actually my

friends!

Why do you think I have

so many pictures of them?

But why are you

not in any of them?

Well, someone had to

take the picture, right?

I mean, come on.

I even have a ship.

It disassembles so it can

infiltrate enemy strongholds.

So, what do you say?

I understand what

the President wants,

but what are the odds

of actually finding

a qualified Ranger

way out in the boonies?

After all, there's nothing

the three of us

can't handle...

Oh!

I am your biggest fan.

It's touching me.

Get it off. Get it off!

Move it! Move it!

We've got hostiles!

We've got hostiles!

Go! Go! Go!

Enemy warship!

Take cover, citizen!

I love you!

Target acquired.

Hmm...

Hmm.

Hmm?

What?

Apologies.

I have not been able

to locate your species

in my database.

I get that a lot.

There aren't many of us left.

Not in this galaxy, anyway.

I'm a Lombax.

A Lombax?

Fascinating.

Yeah. I crashed on Veldin

when I was just a baby.

No note, no message,

no name...

Kinda like you.

Approaching destination.

Whoa!

Aleero City!

Yes, it certainly is.

No way!

It is the invasion.

We are too late.

Target acquired.

You knocked on

the wrong door, hombre.

How was that?

Did that sound cool?

Oh, boy.

Target...

Target acquired.

Target...

Target...

Brax to the max!

Max!

Awesome!

Fire!

Bring me the captain's head,

or I'll take yours

as a replacement.

Wilhelm!

I got these guys.

Welcome to

the Hall of Heroes...

Oops. I must've forgotten

to install

the targeting software.

Here, take the controls

for a sec.

Oh. I... Um...

Ow! Hey!

What's going on up there?

Well, unfortunately

my piloting skills are,

shall we say,

slightly underdeveloped.

Yeah, I think we can

definitely agree on that.

Whoa!

You maniac!

Ratchet, we are clearly

not prepared for this.

We should have

contacted the Rangers

to warn them of the attack.

Yeah,

like they'd know who we are.

But you said

they were your friends.

What?

I think you're quoting me

out of context.

The Rangers

are actually my

friends!

Do you record

everything I say?

Do you record

everything I say?

We're going down!

Your sense of direction

is impeccable.

I can fix this!

That was awesome!

Finish them!

Ratchet, I believe

I may have an idea.

Your weapon package

includes a mag-booster.

I am rewriting

the software to isolate

the raritanium alloy

used to manufacture us.

Great idea, Clank!

Bring it on!

There's too many of them!

Hold steady, Rangers!

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