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 Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 6:52 pm
Ratchet, having being fed up by the constant monitoring of…nothing in particular, decides to host a party on the Starship Phoenix, much to Clank’s dismay. Sasha’s not going to be pleased. Main Plot This roleplay takes place after Ratchet: Deadlock. Ratchet hosts a party, due to…boredom, but finds it conflicting with a problem that suddenly arises in Metropolis. But that’s not all. Looks like there are some party poopers…
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 5:14 am
Location: Starship Phoenix
Date: 1 Month after the 'Dreadzone' incident
The Starship Phoenix cruises through space, orbiting Planet Metropolis. Vibrant party lasers lighting up the cosmos. Inside the ship, Ratchet, the host, waits anxiously for his party guests to arrive. He was all dressed up, and if no-one showed, he'd be sorely disappointed. Beside him is Clank, in his Secret Agent Clank Tuxedo, telling a 'witty' anecdote to his girlfriend. Big Al stands behind a specially made Robo Bar, preparing a few somewhat unusual cocktails. Angela and Sasha are standing in a corner, arms crossed and eyes glaring. Suddenly the sight of ten Hover Limousines catches Ratchet’s eye...
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 9:36 pm
"They're here!" Ratchet exclaims excitedly. Dashing to the hanger, he catches glances of the earlier arrivals. Sasha had not been happy at the mention of a party of what was her ship, let alone the invitation of Angela, Ratchet's old partner-in-crime a few years back. Ratchet chuckles at his thoughts. Clank, his little friend and partner. He seemed cheerful. Who wouldn't when they were pouring over their life's adventures to their girlfriend? Ratchet wasn't so sure about Al. His cocktails...Ratchet would rather not come close to. He'll figure something out.
Ratchet unlocked and open the gate. He watches as the stylish ships zoom in.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 3:55 am
Ratchets almost reaches out and touches each car. As a mechanic, he can appreciate the fine craftsmanship on every single one. Clank laughs as Ratchet barely dodges a UltraCruise 9000, about to make pancakes out of his face.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 9:41 pm
Ratchet, flat on the floor, shot a glare at Clank. His ego bruised, he got up and brushed himself clean, taking glances at the door just to be safe.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 6:35 am
Meanwhile, on the Planet Endako...
"What? Metropolis? Under attack? From Robots?? With guns? Shocking! I'll get right on it! But first, is the buffet still open? It is? Goodbye" General De Troy hangs up the phone.
"Soldier! Get me a Sandwich! Oh, then get me the President. Can't forget that..."
"Yes sir!" The soldier runs off, as De Troy fantasizes about that sandwich...
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 12:49 pm
(( xd ))
"You have got to be kidding me!" Ratchet storms out of his room, after just receiving a frantic call from Metropolis. Clank follows quietly behind him. Ratchet continues, "After all this time, and there's an attack; right when I'm having a party too!"
"Do not forget, Ratchet," said Clank, that it is your duties to protect the galaxy."
Ratchet rolls his eyes. Just wait 'til Sasha heard that her city was under attack.
((Can you play as Clank? It's hard to play as two main characters))
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 1:08 pm
Clank
"I'm sure that they can handle it Ratchet. You know how plucky those Endakoans are! Lets enjoy the party! I'm itching to..uhh..get jiggy with it?"
Ratchets mouth gapes.
"Plus I want to try one of Al's delectable cocktails! Mmmmmm, that Bolt Fiesta looks positively scrumptious! Um, I mean *ahem8 (manly voice) it looks like guns... and lady parts!....yeah..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 3:42 pm
((Clank's the one who wants Ratchet to leave the party and save people in Metropolis...))
Ratchet was astonished. "Clank...are you okay?" It must have something to do with those Punk shows he had been watching lately, Ratchet was convinced of it. Memories of Klunk were coming back to him.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 12:23 pm
((Trust me here Watervoir))
"Well maybe we should... NO! WE...MUST...STAY...HERE... To, er, enjoy the party! Yeah!" Clanks eyes flash red for a brief moment, although this is unnoticed by the rest of the party.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2007 6:51 pm
((Ok, this is going to be interesting...))
Ratchet thought about it. He noticed the quick breach in green in Clank's eyes, but assumed he was imagining things. He did, after all, of course, organized the entire party overnight. "Alright. But I'll send some of the Galactic Rangers just in case. Just don't tell Sasha about it." He emphasized the last line.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 1:22 pm
De Troys Space Tank
The SS Behemoth trundles through the sky, slowly approching the Starship Phoenix. At the helm is the imposing General De Troy, enjoying a rather extravagent sandwich (Endakoan Oriental Cowcow beef garnished with spicy SmoothOil)
"SOLDIERS! What did I tell you! Did you learn nothing in training?!"
"But sir... I... you..."
"I don't want to hear it you imbecile! You are a useless waste of bolts!"
De Troy uses his oversized mitts to thrust the Commando into the airlock. He presses the button and the soldier is ejected into infinite space.
"How many times do I have to tell you! No crusts!"...
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 4:18 pm
Ratchet entered the bridge, and made his way to the controls to communications. After scrolling through the intercom speed-dial menu for several minutes, he gave up the list. A certain Hoverboarder would not want to be within a light year from the Lombax for the next week. Ratchet flicked the switch to activate the intercom, deciding to call the Ranger manually. "Link to interface 4951, Galactic Ranger H22," Ratchet spoke as monotone as he could muster, hoping the cheap computer program Al had installed the last month (after the last one got trashed by Helga) would recognize it: "I didn't have time!" Al had complained.
The speakers buzzed a bit, and Ratchet feared the worse. But eventually, he heard the familiar feminine computer voice telling him he would be connected in a moment. "Hello?" Ratchet spoke into the microphone, "Is this H22?" Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the SS Behemoth. I better make this quick, he thought.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 7:07 pm
"this is Ranger H22, what do you need, sarge" said the ranger, as the communication screen popped up "right now im en route to the party with a few of the other rangers"
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 7:29 am
"Um," said Ratchet. He knew the Rangers were excited to come to the party; he didn't know how to break it to him. The SS was coming quick too. In his haste, he made it blunt, or sort of. "I'm sorry, but there's a slight problem at Metropolis, and I kind of have my hands full at the moment..." Ratchet waited for H22 to accept his words.
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