Oct 9, 2023
Talwyn vision?
Collab with my favorite artist, @farorest-art ⁉️ I provided the sketch, and she did the rest (which is why it looks so amazing)! Please check her out if you haven't already! Her work is PHENOMENAL‼️
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Talwyn vision?
Collab with my favorite artist, @farorest-art ⁉️ I provided the sketch, and she did the rest (which is why it looks so amazing)! Please check her out if you haven't already! Her work is PHENOMENAL‼️
L is for Loving a Lombax
The injuries he sustained were too much for him to trudge back to his ship, instead remote calling Aphelion to his beaconed location before scrambling into the cockpit with Clank and setting off to some preset coordinates.
Talwyn was comfortably nestled under the warmth of her covers, unaware of a ship touching down in the docking bay of the station until the sensor on her nightstand went off. She glanced at the projection emanating from said sensor with tired eyes, “Who could be here at this hour?,” she questioned while catching a glimpse of a familiar ship.
“Why is Ratchet here?” She soon made her way through the corridors of the station in an oversized white t-shirt and black shorts, her now long hair somewhat decent in a messy braid. Once she reached the bay doors, she disengaged the lock at the control panel before proceeding inward.
“It’s nice to see you Ratchet really, but…” she rambled on before looking up to see Clank with a worrisome expression on his robotic face as he was assisting an injured and bloodied Lombax struggling to even stand on his own as he clutched his open wounds on the right side of his upper torso.
“Ratchet!,” she exclaimed as she instantly was in high alert and practically lunged for the two, grabbing a hold of Ratchet as he was about to collapse to the floor unconscious.
“What happened?,” she directed towards Clank as he still held onto the Lombax’s arm while the rest of Ratchet’s weight was nestled against Talwyn as she cradled him.
“We simply went to Fastoon to find clues to Ratchet’s past. However a group of bandits had bombarded us before we had a chance to recover anything.”
Talwyn then noticed a wetness on the side of her shirt and looked down to notice the blood from Ratchet’s open wound had seeped into her white nightshirt leaving a fresh blood spot, triggering a sense of alarm within the Markazian.
“We need to get him to the medbay quick,” she exclaimed as she frantically tried to gather the Lombax in her embrace as she tried to stand on her two feet, her eyes brimming with tears.
“Miss Apogee , I do not think that is…” Clank had muttered, but apparently falling on death ears as Talwyn continuously mumbled the medbay while struggling alone to get up with an unconscious Lombax in her grasp.
“Miss Apogee!” That knocked her out of her supposed trance.
“We require assistance. You are mentally unfit at the moment to assist carrying him, and I myself cannot help due to my stature and broken servo in my arm.” Talwyn stared at him for a solid while with tear stained eyes, processing what was said before moving forward with an idea.
“Call Cronk and Zephyr and tell them to get down here stat!,” she exclaimed. Clank soon ran for the closest comm panel and contacted the two warbots.
XXX
After nearly an hour and a half, Ratchet slowly regained consciousness. His ears twitched once they were able to sense a subtle beeping noise that eventually grew as his senses became more woken. The sensory of his body soon followed, detecting him laying on a soft surface with comfort surrounding his frame. Then his eyes slowly opened, exposing them to the supposed bright light where he was; slowly adjusting to the room he was in that mimicked a hospital room. He then noticed a weight nestled near his thigh. He looked to see that Talwyn sat near him in a chair with her head settled in her arms as she slept.
The sound of the medbay doors were heard as Clank entered through with his arm in a sling. He looked towards the bed and noticed Ratchet was staring straight at him.
“Ratchet, you are awake.”
“Hey bud.”
The vibrations of the Lombax’s voice was enough to stir the Markazian from her sleep. She groggily looked upwards from her hunched position, meeting the gaze of Ratchet who looked downwards when he sensed movement.
“You’re awake,” Talwyn muttered in a hushed tome. Ratchet reached for the top of her head and ruffled her messy brown locks, “Hey Tal.”
She gently embraced him, careful not to apply pressure to his bruised limbs. He tried to wrap his free arm carefully around her as he returned the gesture, the other arm was encased in a sling. Ratchet soon felt Talwyn trembling in his grasp, and soon followed with sniffling and wetness he could feel in the crook of his neck where her face was hidden.
“Don’t scare me like that,” she managed to sputter amidst her blubbering, while Ratchet rubbed his bare hand against her back for comfort.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
Amidst the hugging session, Clank had backed out of the medbay to give them some privacy. He would converse with Ratchet later.
The two pulled back with Ratchet allowing his hand to drift to the Markazian’s tear stained face and wiped a few away with the stroke of his thumb.
“How the hell did they overpower you?”
“They blindsided me; had no idea they were even there until I got attacked from behind the moment I entered the Hall of Azimuth.”
“But why you, people could clearly tell you’re a Lombax. Why attack?”
“Some bandits don’t give two shits who you are. They’re too blinded by wealth and would take down anyone who gets in their way.”
“I’d like to blindside them and kick their asses. Especially since they attacked a Lieutenant of the Polaris Defense Force.”
He had completely forgotten about that, with the promotion nearly a month ago, the title was too new to get used to. At least he could write off an assault charge for harassing an officer of the force, but then again, they still wouldn’t give two shits. Silence fell between the two, basking in the moment of them being together. Ratchet still held a hand to Talwyn’s cheek as she leaned into his touch, while she placed a cold hand to his bare chest, which he didn’t mind.
“Sorry again for all of this, lucky I was within the Polaris Galaxy to get help.”
“Glad you were too.”
“Tell me Doctor,” Ratchet’s tone shifted from serious to playful, “what’s the status of the patient?,” he directed towards Talwyn. She decided to play along.
“Well, looks to be a hefty wound to the right side of the rib cage, nothing too severe. A dislocated left shoulder, several burns to the ligaments, and one bald spot on the back.” Ratchet grimaced at that.
“That bad?”
“Like you said, you were lucky. Clank got the short end of the stick with a shock to his sisterboards and a broken cervo, nothing I couldn’t fix.”
“Wouldn’t doubt you for a second.”
“You better not, or I’ll have you sleep in the medbay tonight!”
“So it’s a sleepover tonight is it?”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight until those injuries are mostly healed. Knowing you, you’d likely fly right back to Fastoon and show them bandits the business end of you wrench.”
“And you’ll likely tag along no doubt.”
“Of course, someone has to keep an eye on you.”
The two erupted in laughter at their banter until Talwyn emitted a loud yawn.
“It’s really late, we should turn in.” Ratchet nodded in agreement and slowly got up from the bed with Talwyn’s help, before heading out the medbay and to Talwyn’s room to rest.
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A little oneshot I decided to create after being inspired by an existing comic by @zombiy and @farorest titled @stellabris . By the way, definitely go check out their work, it’s amazing!
I’m in love with your sketches—MY HEART MELTS THEY ARE SO GOOD ( I’m especially weak for the space squad ;w; )
sdakdjksad im glad!! heres a lil ratchet sketch for ya!!
@farorest I swear I haven’t forgotten about our trade!! ;3; workin on this beautiful mama before I scan her up after class! ❤
Et voila j'ai fini a colorier se dessin j'en suis bien fier 😊 Ce cadeau est pour @farorest / @farorest-art J'espère que tu aimeras😊
O is for Only Shot
Within the debriefing hall, there stood the various platoons of the Polaris Defense Force, while their Captain, Talwyn Apogee addressed the crowd of the ongoing cases they had on the board along with the introduction of the new recruits. Ratchet, a newly promoted Lieutenant of the 1st platoon stood amongst the head of his troops, with a couple cadets flanking his sides as they looked towards the podium. The cadets, though promising proved to still have milk behind their ears. Why just the other day he caught some other male cadets from the 3rd platoon looking at a few female cadets while whispering under their breaths with smiles on their faces. He shook his head in shame. Even now in the middle of the debriefing he could see one of his own male cadets to the right of him, eyeing the Captain up and down from afar, and was not too slick about it.
“Eyes up Cadet,” Ratchet stated as he glanced over at the cadet, to which said cadet was caught off guard and fumbled about before standing at attention and looking straight ahead with a nervous sweat on his brow.
“Apologies Lieutenant.”
“I expect everyone to be on their P’s and Q’s when out and about, and to always communicate. That’s all for today. Dismissed!” Talwyn announced.
A chorus of “Yes sir,” rung throughout the hall before everyone filed out in an orderly fashion, with the 1st platoon being last. Ratchet snagged the sleeve of the cadet from earlier to get his attention, “Listen Zanif, I’d appreciate it if my cadets focused their attention on the speech rather than other things during debriefing.” Zanif, with a nervous look twiddled his thumbs as he glanced down at the floor.
“You saw?”
“How could I not.”
“Apologies again Lieutenant. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Let’s hope you don’t. Would hate to hold a promising cadet back from advancing in his training.” Zanif looked towards his commanding officer with worried eyes.
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Ratchet sat within his office, a modest plus along with his promotion; tired eyes glued to the monitor filled with various reports needing to be finished. Charts and graphs littered the entirety of his desk. Soon, a quiet rapping was heard at the door.
“Come in.”
The door slowly opened before the head of Zanif peeked around it.
“May I enter Lieutenant?”
“Oh Zanif, of course.” Ratchet stated as he made a measly attempt to push aside the towering papers to the corners of his desk; making his line of sight clear to talk to his cadet directly. Zanif slowly entered, taking notice of the scattered papers around Ratchet’s desk. “I’m not disturbing you are I?”
“Hm, oh no no no. I was actually wrapping up, but I have time.” The Lombax pointed at the vacant office chair in front of his desk. “What can I do for you?” Zanif took the seat and placed his hands within his lap as he twiddled his thumbs.
“Well I have a question, concerning someone.”
“Oh.”
“And I wanted to get your opinion on it.”
“Is there anything wrong?
“Oh no, it’s just….well there’s this girl.” Ratchet perked up at that.
“A girl you say.” Zanif nodded his head yes.
“And is she within our ranks?” Another nod yes.
“Y you see sir…”
“Ratchet is fine, no need for formalities.”
“Oh uhm ok. Well Ratchet, I have no clue as to tell her how I feel.”
The Lombax reclined in his chair as he rested his hands behind his head, “Ah girl trouble. You know I used to have that problem within my youth, never really could reel a girl in ya know. But, it took sometime before that cast was able to nibble a beauty, and it took some practice.” Zanif listened in silence as he looked towards his superior.
“Tell me, is it someone I know?”
“Oh yes, I assume very well.” Ratchet raised a curious eyebrow.
“And what is this lovely girl’s name might I ask?”
Zanif gave a nervous glance before he answered, “Well, uhm I’m nervous to say, but her name is..Talwyn.”
At the mention of her name, Ratchet’s expression changed in an instant; now replaced with a more serious expression.
“Zanif, can I tell you something?” Ratchet asked as he brought his elbows to the desktop, with his head gently placed atop his laced gloved fingers.
“As your commanding officer, I appreciate you coming to me with your troubles. But…”
“But?”
“As a fellow man to man, I suggest you stop pursuing this crush of yours, especially if it’s with my fiancée.” A look of shock washed over the cadet’s face.
“Y your fiancée?!”
“Yep.”
“You mean you, a and the Captain?”
“Yep.”
“I’m so sorry sir, I did not know.” Zanif threw his hands up in defense.
Ratchet looked confused. “I’m surprised. It’s no secret we were dating, not to mention engaged amongst everyone in the Force. Where are you from again? The Hixx?”
Zanif vigorously shook his head yes.
“Man, news doesn’t travel far to that quadrant I assume.”
“No sir.”
Amongst the conversation, a knock was heard at the door silencing the two.
“Come in,” Ratchet exclaimed, followed by the door opening and revealing Talwyn, to Zanif’s surprise.
Talwyn slowly opened the door, “I just wanted to see if you were ready to…” she took notice of Zanif still seated in the chair, staring at Talwyn as if the wind got knocked out of him.
“Am I disrupting something?” she questioned.
Ratchet was about to answer, but Zanif quickly interjected. “Uhm no actually, I was just about to uhm, leave. Yes! Leave!” He gestures to the doorway where Talwyn still stood and did his best to shimmy through what little space he managed to get between her and the door frame and making his quick exit. Both the Markazian and Lombax stared at the door with weirded expressions.
“What was that about?” Talwyn asked.
“Eh, nothing too serious. Just had to get some things order. But anyways, you ready to go beautiful?” He quickly rose from his chair and was instantly at his fiancé’s side with her hand in his, holding it in a tight embrace.
“Uhm sure. Ratchet, are you ok? You’re kind of squeezing my hand.”
“Oh sorry, just don’t want anyone to take you from me,” he stated with a cheesy grin on his muzzle. Talwyn looked at her soon to be husband with confusion, but took it as one of his goofy antics. She laughed.
“Ok you, no one is taking me from you. And if they tried, I’m sure you wouldn’t let that happen, Mr. Territorial.”
“Damn straight.”
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I decided to continue with some more oneshots for the Ratchet and Clank series since the first one got such great feedback. And I figured since I used L in the first, and L is the first letter in the word LOVE, why not make a miniseries of oneshots that spell out the word LOVE that may or may not filter into a full fledged story!? *wink wink* X3
Thanks again to @farorest and @zombiy for the inspiration from their comic @stellabris which you should definitely go check out.
Voici un petit Cadeau pour @farorest Une artiste que j'admire et respect beaucoup 😊 Le t-shirt viens d'une photo qu'elle a poster sur son blog (art vs artist) J'espère que tu ameras 😊 bonne journée cocotte PS: j'ai la flemme pour colorier et je m'entraîner tout les jours a dessiner je fait de mon mieux 😁