Ratchet was listening to the near silent patter of the rain among the window. He was on his own since he was an orphan. He luckily had gotten a job at the Axus Corp, testing and handling the weapons. Considering his young age of eleven he was well able to do anything well. He had his Omni-Wrench on his belt and he sat. Waiting and waiting. His Omni-Wrench had upgrades from Axus corp and was extremely powerful. It wasn't a weapon to be reckoned with. He was at least five miles from town and the townsfolk were nice there. Un-like other townsfolk. Only the silent glow of the Omni-Wrench's energy capsule light illuminated the darkness. He turned around and sighed at his two story house. His first floor was a plain kitchen with a small living room with a TV. His upstairs had a bed and next to it was his study. It was an adequate house and he couldn't complain. Twas' a good house. Yes it was. He turned on the light and cooked for himself. He ate and fell asleep on his bed with the soft glow of the fire light warming him.
Then, The Tax Collector barged in through the door, and pick pocketed Ratchet. He searched Ratchet's pockets, but unable to find money, he took the Omni-Wrench, laughed maniacally, like a stereo-typical villain, then use the Omni-Wrench to blast a hole through the closest wall of the house
Ratchet woke up with a jolt and crashed into the tax collector. He tried to use the Omni Wrench but when he tried to do so it didn't respond. Ratchet grabbed the wrench out of his hand and pinned him on the ground. He put the wrench on his neck and the Tax Collector laughed horribly. Ratchet realized he was crazy and was full of evil. He pulled out his Lacerator and teleported him to where he belonged. "Never thought I would have to use this thing." He sighed and went back to bed. Hoping that there wasn't going to be any trouble during the next day...
The Tax Collector woke up wondering where he was. "Ah, I'm where I belong. Next to the mayor. That's nice." he realized. "MAYOR MAYOR!!! THE BOY NAMED RATCHET DIDN'T PAY TAXES! GET THE ARTILLERY!" he shouted!
"What?" Ratchet woke up with a start. The Tax Collector probably blabbed about me. I gotta get out. He got onto his Hover Board and rode away. "Hey Bolt, Wake up." Bolt, Ratchet's Robot Pal, who was his "Backpack", said "What?" Ratchet told him that we were being chased down and they raced to a special spot they went every summer to relax. It was hidden well by ferns and had a large hot spring in the middle. They rested there and slept.
The Tax Collector's hound sniffed the clothing Ratchet had left behind. *Dramatic music*
Ratchet was in deep thought. "Wait a minute... Didn't I leave clothes behind?" Bolt said "We were on a hover board Ratchet. It would be nigh impossible for them to track us down" "True.." said Ratchet. "I wonder what we should do now said Ratchet. We should probably leave this galaxy behind. Bolt agreed and they got into their Space Ship and sped off towards galaxy Gydion.
Suddenly an unkown ship showed up on the radar.
There was a loud *CRASH*. The door was broken!
Space pirates!
They came in wearing there gas masks, and threw a small ball. The ball exploded, releasing sleeping gas.
The space priates took all of the power supplies, exept one they did not know existed: The ejection!
After the pirates left, the ship drifted with out any pilot awake, into an astroid belt
The ship hit one, and ejected both of them.
The Tax Collector cursed under his breath. "The trail ends here. At Cape Canaveral... Hmmm... I wonder..." The Tax Collector muttered, then continued, "is there any ice cream near by?" He picked his hound up and asked him to sniff the fuel Ratchet had left behind, attached a jet pack to the dog, and held onto the leash TIGHT and FROOOSHHHH!!!
The Ice cream man was worried. The person inside the capsule had not stirred...
"Hmmmm, No one can resist my Double churned extra chunky chocolate chip ice cream, I'll go get some"
"Ahh here it is"
The Ice cream man walked back into the docking bay. Suddenly a scanner started beeping.
"Oh??? Another escape pod? Well Might as well pick up this poor soul"
He opened the docking bay again and sucked in the object.
"How odd, a man... and a dog, but they've both passed out. I wonder what they were doing... Ah-h-h-h well, ... oh darn it, I need bowls" the man left the docking bay and headed for the kitchen...
The Tax Collector woke up to find himself... NEAR ICE CREAM! He gorged on the vanilla, sucked down the strawberry, and slurped the double churned extra chunky chocolate chip ice cream. Then his hound started barking. "What is it boy? Do you smell something?" The rockets went off again, melting all the ice cream, and the Tax Collector saw Ratchet, and threw his Omni-Wrench into deep space. Then he strapped the rockets to the Ice Cream Salesman, opened the hatch, and turned them on.
But then the rockets putted and died.
all the fuel was used up!
The Ice Cream man grabbed an ice cream scoop and hurled sludgy ice cream right at the Tax collector.
"Ooof" The Tax Collector said as he was hit, but he was fine. Then the omni-wrench and the blasted law of Universal Gravitation combined, and created a boomerang omni-wrench which disconnected the Ice Cream ship from Ratchet's pod, then blew the utensil side of the spoon off. As the air was sucked out of the cabin, The Tax Collector grabbed on to the Ice Cream man's shirt at gasped, "Avenge me...", then muttered, "space junk", and blacked out, with the last thing he saw as the growing image of Mars... or was he going towards it?
Then, The Tax Collector barged in through the door, and pick pocketed Ratchet. He searched Ratchet's pockets, but unable to find money, he took the Omni-Wrench, laughed maniacally, like a stereo-typical villain, then use the Omni-Wrench to blast a hole through the closest wall of the house
Ratchet woke up with a jolt and crashed into the tax collector. He tried to use the Omni Wrench but when he tried to do so it didn't respond. Ratchet grabbed the wrench out of his hand and pinned him on the ground. He put the wrench on his neck and the Tax Collector laughed horribly. Ratchet realized he was crazy and was full of evil. He pulled out his Lacerator and teleported him to where he belonged. "Never thought I would have to use this thing." He sighed and went back to bed. Hoping that there wasn't going to be any trouble during the next day...
The Tax Collector woke up wondering where he was. "Ah, I'm where I belong. Next to the mayor. That's nice." he realized. "MAYOR MAYOR!!! THE BOY NAMED RATCHET DIDN'T PAY TAXES! GET THE ARTILLERY!" he shouted!
"What?" Ratchet woke up with a start. The Tax Collector probably blabbed about me. I gotta get out. He got onto his Hover Board and rode away. "Hey Bolt, Wake up." Bolt, Ratchet's Robot Pal, who was his "Backpack", said "What?" Ratchet told him that we were being chased down and they raced to a special spot they went every summer to relax. It was hidden well by ferns and had a large hot spring in the middle. They rested there and slept.
The Tax Collector's hound sniffed the clothing Ratchet had left behind. *Dramatic music*
Ratchet was in deep thought. "Wait a minute... Didn't I leave clothes behind?" Bolt said "We were on a hover board Ratchet. It would be nigh impossible for them to track us down" "True.." said Ratchet. "I wonder what we should do now said Ratchet. We should probably leave this galaxy behind. Bolt agreed and they got into their Space Ship and sped off towards galaxy Gydion.
Suddenly an unkown ship showed up on the radar.
There was a loud *CRASH*. The door was broken!
Space pirates!
They came in wearing there gas masks, and threw a small ball. The ball exploded, releasing sleeping gas.
The space priates took all of the power supplies, exept one they did not know existed: The ejection!
After the pirates left, the ship drifted with out any pilot awake, into an astroid belt
The ship hit one, and ejected both of them.
The Tax Collector cursed under his breath. "The trail ends here. At Cape Canaveral... Hmmm... I wonder..." The Tax Collector muttered, then continued, "is there any ice cream near by?" He picked his hound up and asked him to sniff the fuel Ratchet had left behind, attached a jet pack to the dog, and held onto the leash TIGHT and FROOOSHHHH!!!
The Ice cream man was worried. The person inside the capsule had not stirred...
"Hmmmm, No one can resist my Double churned extra chunky chocolate chip ice cream, I'll go get some"
"Ahh here it is"
The Ice cream man walked back into the docking bay. Suddenly a scanner started beeping.
"Oh??? Another escape pod? Well Might as well pick up this poor soul"
He opened the docking bay again and sucked in the object.
"How odd, a man... and a dog, but they've both passed out. I wonder what they were doing... Ah-h-h-h well, ... oh darn it, I need bowls" the man left the docking bay and headed for the kitchen...
The Tax Collector woke up to find himself... NEAR ICE CREAM! He gorged on the vanilla, sucked down the strawberry, and slurped the double churned extra chunky chocolate chip ice cream. Then his hound started barking. "What is it boy? Do you smell something?" The rockets went off again, melting all the ice cream, and the Tax Collector saw Ratchet, and threw his Omni-Wrench into deep space. Then he strapped the rockets to the Ice Cream Salesman, opened the hatch, and turned them on.
But then the rockets putted and died.
all the fuel was used up!
The Ice Cream man grabbed an ice cream scoop and hurled sludgy ice cream right at the Tax collector.
"Ooof" The Tax Collector said as he was hit, but he was fine. Then the omni-wrench and the blasted law of Universal Gravitation combined, and created a boomerang omni-wrench which disconnected the Ice Cream ship from Ratchet's pod, then blew the utensil side of the spoon off. As the air was sucked out of the cabin, The Tax Collector grabbed on to the Ice Cream man's shirt at gasped, "Avenge me...", then muttered, "space junk", and blacked out, with the last thing he saw as the growing image of Mars... or was he going towards it?