(0_0 Wow, I'm honestly surprised that the first chapter got positive feedback. I'll admit, I'm really scared at how everyone will take the direction of the story, and hopefully you guys will like what happens in coming chapters.

As for the reviews, I'm going to use this fic to experiment on a different way to answer reviews. Since I don't want to just say a general thank you for the reviews [I think you guys deserve better than that], I'll try answering your reviews before the story, since I may have to explain certain things at the end of the chapter as a preview for the next chapter. -_- So much to do...

The White Guardian:

Thank you for being the first to review and thank you for the kind words! ...As for that headcanon that Elaris mains Symmetra, come on man, you know she's obviously a Hanzo main {The White Guardian: *TRIGGERED* *lionkingreference*}. Nah, if I did have to pick an Overwatch main for her, it probably would be one of the healers. She's probably the only one with enough patience to slug through the endless spamming of "I need healing!" text, and she already makes a very good support for the Rangers. And as for the general audiences, he isn't lying when he says that he doesn't know what's coming next. I only showed him the first chapter in the behind the scenes stuff, and he hasn't yet read this chapter or anything for the future chapters yet. He knows key details in the story, but he doesn't know how I'm going to write it. I hope you like this chapter Guardian, I'm a little scared at how well it turned out.

Bumblebee Witwicky:

Thank you for the nice review! I'm glad you love it, and I hope these next few chapters please you as much as the first one did! :)

J-Wolf7:

Thank you for your kind review! Although, in this fic, Clank is going to have a different role in this story, and I hope people don't get mad at me for the role I give him. As you will see in this chapter, Clank has been hurt by this news, although it will be expanded upon in the third part to this story. Thank you again for the nice words, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Max Chronicle:

Hey there Max! Nice to see you! Thank you so much for the nice review! I know the last chapter was really heavy on exposition, but in order to help fill in plotholes and make sense of Ratchet's emotional conflict I had to write out all the reasons I could think of. I'm glad you still liked it, and I hope this new chapter can continue to please!

Well, that's all the review answers I have. Speaking of plotholes, I encountered an enormous one while writing this. Everyone knows how OP Nanotech is, and what soldier wouldn't take medical equipment to another planet in case of emergencies? It was something that I couldn't get rid of entirely since it's such a prominent thing in the games, so I had to... make it disappear... *evil smile*)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ratchet and Clank or any of its characters. The two main OCs in here belong to me. I also didn't put a witty thing at the end of the other disclaimer at the end of the last chapter, so this means I need to include one this chapter... *throws some sand in the air* Be amazed at my wittiness! 0_O

Comatose

Part 2

By the time Cora and Brax approached the hospital, both of them were sick with worry and terrified over Ratchet's possible state. As Brax pulled into the parking lot, Cora squeezed her hands into tight fists in her jacket pockets. She could barely breathe, and she felt so wired up with fear she was scared she wouldn't be able to take any kind of news without breaking down.

Brax swallowed anxiously as he backed into a parking spot, equally worried about his fellow Ranger's health. Most heroes never lived long, healthy lives, and Brax didn't want Ratchet to be added to that list. The young Lombax was always brimming with cheer and the love of living life, and it wouldn't be fair if the universe took him away at such a young age.

The two of them bolted out of the car as soon as it stopped, Brax locking up the car behind him as Cora dragged him to the front doors of the hospital. They burst into the hospital and gawked in shock at what they saw.

"Come on Brax! Ratchet needs us now!" Cora exclaimed, dragging the male Ranger through the automatic hospital doors.

Brax stuffed the keys in his bulky sweatshirt pocket as the two of them burst into the hospital room. "I know Cora! I'm just trying to… make… sure… our…" Brax trailed off as he stared at the chaotic scene in front of him.

People were absolutely everywhere. The normally sick patients and their caretakers were crammed into the corners of the waiting room, their sad and furious faces aimed right at the group responsible for the seat changes. Reporters flooded the middle of the hospital waiting room, swarming around the front desk and any hospital assistant that stepped into the room. Cameramen and women pointed their cameras at their respective reporters, each fighting to get the first news on Ratchet's condition. Police officers fought back against the horde of reporters, gently pushing them backwards to the doors, but reeling back as the reporters tried to surge forward to get the news. It was utter chaos in the lobby, and Cora and Brax were nearly trampled as another reporter from another TV station tore into the hospital and bolted for the front desk.

The two Rangers stood star-struck for a moment before a middle-aged hurried over to them. He wore a dark grey, bomber jacket over a wrinkled shirt and a pair of worn jeans. With the barely maintained poker face combined with the dark bags underneath his eyes, both Cora and Brax could tell that whatever was going on wasn't looking good.

"Corporal… Jackson?"

The man nodded slightly before moving the three of them to a small space free of reporters, just diagonal of the reception desk. "On all the nights one of you guys gets injured it has to be the one where I'm taking the night off." The corporal rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I know I'm not in uniform, but I heard the news right as I was getting out of the shower, and with how fast the press can move, I threw on whatever I had and got here as fast as I could."

"How's Ratchet?" Cora asked quickly, the question leaving her mouth before her brain could even process it.

Jackson sucked in a breath and looked over at the crowd of reporters. The police were starting to lose the battle with the reporters, and now the men and women were swarming the hospital waiting room, eager to ask every person if they had seen Ratchet come into the hospital and evaluate what kind of condition the Lombax had been in. "I'm going to be honest with you two, it-"

A couple of reporters bolted for Cora, Brax, and Jackson, their cameramen and women close behind. They shoved their microphones forward and crowded the three of them.

"Corporal Jackson, what is the current condition of the Ranger, Ratchet?"

"Brax, Cora! How do you two get the news that one of your comrade-in-arms was caught in a car accident?"

"How will this affect Earth? Will Solana-"

Cora felt her anger rise as the reporters crowded her, Brax, and Jackson up against a wall. The reporters collectively pushed closer, now that they realized the three interviewees had nowhere to go.

"Cora! How do you feel now that one of your closest friends is in the hospital?"

"Corporal Jackson! What effort is the government putting forth to save this Lombax?"

"Brax, Cora, over here! How will Ratchet's possible death affect the Rangers?!"

"ENOUGH!"

Cora threw back her right hand and raised her left hand, flashing the hidden neuroprocessor cuff wrapped around her wrist. A fully loaded Warmonger, the only one on Earth and one of the many confiscated weapons that was supposed to stay locked up in a high-tech vault, morphed into her arms.

The reporters stumbled back as Cora aimed the rocket launcher directly at them, a venomous look on her face.

"None of you are here to help the situation and all of you are just making it worse! So, I'm going to say this once before I blast you off the face of the planet!"

The Warmonger lit up, and the rockets spread apart from the main base of the weapon, signaling that the weapon was ready to fire. Cora took a step forward, her face twisted in pure fury.

"GET OUT!" she roared at the press, turning her previous fear for Ratchet's life and frustration at not being able to help him get better into a weapon she could use to relieve stress.

The reporters, every last one of them, bolted out of the hospital building. They tore out into the parking lot, terrified of the furious female Ranger with the enormous rocket launcher on her shoulders.

Cora panted with fury as she struggled to hold herself from tearing after the press and venting her stress on them. She felt a finger tap on her shoulder, and hardened her face as she turned around to face Jackson.

"Miss Veralux," Jackson began, his arms behind his back and his voice level with caution, "the Rangers agreed to give up their weapons and armors while staying on Earth. Why do you have neuroprocessors on your wrists and a Warmonger in your arms?"

Cora glared coldly at Jackson, her anger still there but not as explosive. "I know I fought with my teammates over the issue of giving up our stuff, but I kept these neuroprocessors for extreme emergencies, and the life of one of my fellow Rangers classifies as an extreme emergency." She pointed the Warmonger at Jackson and snarled, "If Ratchet dies tonight-"

Jackson gave Cora a cold glare of his own before cutting her off. "Miss Veralux, you're not going to get anywhere pointing a rocket launcher at a man who has served in the military for longer than you've been alive. I'm not afraid to die. You have broken the agreement with the American government, and you will face repercussions as soon as this whole thing is over."

Brax sided over to Cora and growled at the military officer. "One of our own is lying on a hospital bed drifting between life and death, and you're more concerned about us breaking your stupid tech rules?!" Before Jackson could respond, Brax puffed out his chest and pushed his face in Jackson's. "If we lose Ratchet tonight, so help me we're going to bring down hell upon your heads!"

The other people in the lobby held their breath as they took in the statement. Some groups of people began to murmur to each other, and a few little kids broke into tears.

Brax gulped but maintained his tough glare. He honestly didn't want to hurt anyone, but right now he had no idea if one of his friends was alive or dead, and he couldn't do anything to help the young Lombax through the pain. He was just as angry and scared as Cora, and right now, threatening someone with a galactic attack in order to get them to stop fooling around with silly rules was sounding like a great idea.

Jackson's face darkened, and the corporal seemed to hold himself back from yelling at Brax. "Don't you think I already know that?!" the corporal exclaimed. "I know that Solana will come after us if one of their best soldiers dies and I know that if we don't get this under wraps quick, all the citizens of Earth will enter a mass panic and cause absolute chaos in the world."

He pulled back and rubbed his forehead, a headache beginning to form in his head. He sighed and continued. "All the presses from every news station in the world will probably be here by tomorrow morning, ready to deliver the news to the public. I understand that there are bigger problems to this situation, but I'm trying to keep some resemblance of order before this whole thing goes to-"

"Cora, Brax!"

Elaris sprinted in with Qwark close behind her, the captain cradling Clank in one of his arms. The tall girl bolted for the group and screeched to a halt, panting and heaving to catch her breath. Qwark stopped just behind her, slightly winded from all the sprinting he had to do in the past forty-five minutes. Clank lifted his head up from where he was, and looked solemnly at the rest of the Rangers, the little robot visibly shaken by the news.

"We're… here… got… Clank…" Elaris managed to get out, still struggling to get her breath.

Cora waved her hand and the Warmonger disappeared back into its place in the government safe. "Perfect. Elaris, Captain. Did you two bring the emergency Nanotech we have in case of emergencies?" She hardened her face, and relaxed a little as she waited for the "yes" she wanted to hear.

Elaris stopped breathing, her eyes wide with terror. Qwark's face also grew with fear, his eyes darting back and forth to avoid eye contact with Cora.

Brax took a step forward toward Qwark and even Clank looked up from where he was.

"Captain," Clank said fearfully, his first spoken word since hearing about his best friend's accident, "you did keep the emergency Nanotech that was given to us as a way to recover from such incidents as these… correct?"

Qwark set Clank on the floor and tried to find the perfect start to his sentence. "So… you see…" he began, avoiding eye contact with the Rangers.

The Warmonger was back in Cora's hand and before anyone could even register the weapon showing up again, the girl pointed the rocket launcher straight at the captain's face.

"WHERE'S THE NANOTECH?!"

Elaris pulled back on Cora just as Qwark swan-dived behind a row of hospital chairs. "Cora! Stop! Captain Qwark wasn't the one who suggested the Nanotech go, I made that decision!"

Both Brax and Cora shot Elaris freezing glares, and even Clank was dumbstruck by the confession.

"But… why?" Clank asked, feeling so lost in the situation he might have not even been there.

"Elaris," Brax started, waving a threatening finger at her, "if you did it because you wanted us to give up every piece of tech we have-"

"No!" Elaris exclaimed, cutting Brax off. "Just let me explain, and stop making assumptions about why the captain and I got rid of the Nanotech!"

The two Rangers calmed down a little, and Clank stepped forward to get closer to Elaris. Qwark peeked his head out from behind the chairs and watched from where he hid.

Elaris took a deep breath. "Captain Qwark and I agreed to get rid of all our Nanotech after we learned its effects on the human body. Nanotech is healing and helpful to us, but for humans, Nanotech is pure poison." She looked back up at Cora and Brax. "Nanotech, at its base level, was designed to accelerate the rate of healing and cell growth. Broken bones? New bone cells that reform the bone back to its original state. Gunshot wound? New blood and skin cells that fill in what was lost, not to mention the rapid growth of immune cells that fight off infections-"

Clank tugged on Elaris' leg, and the girl looked at his sad face before clearing her throat and continuing on.

"Nanotech in our bodies quickly accelerates cell growth, but when it comes to humans and their cells, Nanotech will overgrow cells."

Elaris openly winced. "An example of that would be back when Sargent Patterson asked me if we could use some of our emergency Nanotech to heal a soldier suffering from multiple gunshot wounds and major blood loss. I agreed, to find out what kind of effect the Nanotech would have on humans. But when we gave him an orb of Nanotech…" The tall girl winced again. "In minutes, his blood cells multiplied, but it didn't stop after he was back to having a normal level of blood. I can't describe to you how horrifying that was, but in the end, the doctors had to draw a few gallons of blood from him before the Nanotech wore off to keep him stable."

She shuddered. "There was another time when one of the soldiers got sick from the loss of white blood cells in his immune system. Nanotech was used again, but this time the white blood cells grew out of control, multiplying and eating perfectly healthy cells, endangering the poor man's life." A few tears ran down her cheeks as Elaris remembered the pain the Nanotech had caused the humans. "Even in a crate, Nanotech is still dangerous. Gadgetron designed the crates to let off a bit of the healing power, so that you could tell if Nanotech is nearby and already start the healing process. But when some of the humans unloaded the crates from our ship, they reported back that painful blisters and skin erosions had formed on their arms." She took another deep breath before continuing. "I believe it has something to do with how evolved our bodies are as compared to the humans. We've had a couple million years to adapt to the Nanotech, whereas these are the first doses the humans are getting. The Nanotech orbs are far too advanced for them at this stage, and can only do more harm than good."

Cora threw out her arms, the Warmonger vanishing from the hospital waiting room. "Why didn't you just put the Nanotech somewhere else?!" she asked angrily.

Elaris reeled back. "We had nowhere else to put it! With our large dropship gone, I couldn't just stuff all your fighters with crates of Nanotech, and the weapons and armors vault was packed enough as it was."

She drew her hands close to her chest. "After a long discussion, Captain Qwark and I agreed to one-way warp all the Nanotech back to the Hall of Heroes."

Everyone was dead silent for a moment before a tall, raven-haired doctor with a clipboard in his hands burst out of the double doors to the emergency room and bolted for Jackson. "Corporal Jackson! We need your assistance on this patient immediately!"

Jackson turned around and nodded to the doctor. "Yes, what do you need?"

The doctor turned the clipboard around and showed the half a page of medical information on Ratchet. "Sir, I mean no offense, but you did a very crappy job of taking the patient's medical information."

Jackson's face hardened with fury as Elaris stepped forward. "Please," Elaris said, stepping in front of the official before he could argue with the doctor, "the lack of medical information is not Corporal Jackson's fault. That is on our part, we did not want to share such personal information to people that could possibly use it against us."

The doctor took a breath before rubbing the side of his head. "There's very little I can work on here, and that's dangerous if you want this patient to live."

Before anyone could say anything, the doctor continued. "The Lombax the ambulance brought in is in critical condition and is suffering from major blood loss. I need to know the Lombax's blood type, or else I risk giving him something that could destroy the rest of the blood cells he still has."

Jackson pointed a finger at the doctor. "What about a bag of O blood, the one type every human can get without damage? Can't that help him?"

The doctor shook his head. "I don't know, and that's the problem. I don't know how his body will react to different types of human blood. I don't know if his regular blood will fight and reject or be consumed by the human blood, and I don't know if his body will accept or consume the O blood."

The Rangers' faces paled, and some of them grew sick with fear. Jackson lost his official demeanor and threw out his arms.

"Is there anything you can do to get him to a relatively stable state?"

The doctor leaned forward, extremely angry. "I'm a doctor, not a miracle-worker. I can't play a guessing game with his life, and major blood loss is just one of the many health fatalities me and my team have noticed." The doctor turned the clipboard back around and lifted up the page with Ratchet's medical information. "I need to know if he has any allergies so that the medicine I do give him doesn't set off an allergic reaction, I need to know if he has any organs that aren't like a human's and are unique to his species so that I don't damage them while operating on him, I need to know how many beats per minute his normal heart rate emits so that I don't stem the flow of oxygenated blood throughout his body, and the list goes on!" He sighed and lowered the paper back down. "I'm sorry, but unless I can get all of this information in the next five minutes or during the time I operate on him, the Lombax won't be alive for much longer."

Brax held his head in his hands and Cora fought screaming out in rage. Clank shuddered, and little, choking sobs came from the robot. Qwark came out from behind the chairs and stood next to Elaris, not really knowing what to say to his team.

An idea suddenly hit Brax so hard he cried out in joy. "That's it!" he exclaimed, whirling around to face the others. The four other Rangers and Corporal Jackson looked at him, half of them looking skeptical and the other half with hope painted on their face.

Brax snapped his fingers. "Ratchet installed a Gigametric Warp Drive to his ship, and it can fly to Solana in two hours, with an extra half hour to get to the Hall of Heroes. If I can fly his ship back to Solana and pick up the amount of Nanotech he needs, I can get it back here as quick as I can and save him!"

Almost immediately, Brax was surrounded by his fellow Rangers.

"What if you don't make it back in time?!" Cora exclaimed, her eyes wide with both fear and hope.

Brax shook his head. "I can't just leave him to die! I have to try something!"

Qwark piped up from where he stood. "Brax, the galactic authorities might slow you down if they catch you speeding through the sector, and a surprise visit to the Hall of Heroes without any forewarning might not be taken well." He screwed up his face and puffed out his chest. "That's why I'll be heading with you back to Solana."

Brax raised a finger to contest, but Qwark beat him to it. "I have a good bit of leverage over the authorities in Solana, and without me there, they may believe that you're faking it, or it's an enemy that's disguised as you trying to break into the Hall of Heroes. I can give you the authority you need to get through the galaxy without being slowed down."

Brax nodded formally, thankful that someone had his back. "Thank you, Captain."

Jackson stepped forward. "If that's what you guys are going to do, then I can do something to help. I can arrange for an escort to the military base with the guys I have, and they'll get you to your ship. They should also be there for when you return, and they'll get you back here with the Nanotech." He looked back at the squad of police still in the waiting room before turning to Elaris, Cora, Clank, and the doctor. "I can also keep the press out of your way for a while, but by tomorrow morning every news station from here to the other ends of the Earth are going to be at this hospital, begging to know if Ratchet lives or not. If we don't give them some good news by tomorrow, then we risk a global panic." He rubbed his head and grunted. "I think I can get Sargent Patterson to hold off and calm the world leaders, and I'll do my best to keep the press off you, but that's all I can really do now with what I've got until reinforcements come in."

The doctor rubbed back his short hair and sighed irritably. "Like I said before, I don't have much on Ratchet's medical history. I need someone to provide some of the necessary components I need or Ratchet won't have that much longer."

All of the Rangers looked to Elaris, who, after a moment of hesitation, stepped forward. Her hand shook as she raised it to her chest, and fear flashed through her eyes.

"I'll do it," she said in a quiet voice. She took a deep breath before speaking up again, this time her voice a little bit firmer. "After the whole thing with the Deplanetizer, I researched what was known about the Lombax species. It was a year or two ago, and I haven't really looked at it much since, but I do remember some things from the articles on their anatomy."

The doctor bit his lip before rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "It goes against every health code and federal law for me to have you back there, but Ratchet's in bad condition, and I need all the help I can get." He looked to Elaris. "Have you ever been in an operating room before?"

She shook her head slightly. "No sir," she said, her voice dropping down to a whisper.

The doctor sighed before nodding his head. "Alright, if it gets too intense, then I'll tell you to look away. The doctor's life isn't for everyone, and being in the operating room with someone in critical condition for the first time is something that will suck ten years out of your lifespan. Now," the doctor looked to Brax and Qwark, "how long do I need to keep him stable for before you guys return with that Nanotech stuff?"

Jackson looked at the watch hidden underneath his jacket sleeve. "It's about 2200 hours now, 11:00 o'clock."

Brax held out a hand. "So if it takes a half an hour to get to the base, two and a half hours to get to Solana, two and a half hours to get back, and another half hour to get the Nanotech here…"

"Six hours." Jackson confirmed. "At the least amount of time possible, you need to keep Ratchet alive until 5 in the morning."

A spark of hope erupted from within the Rangers, and each of them held onto it with every fiber of their being.

The doctor waved to Elaris. "Come on miss, we've been out here long enough. We need to get to the operating room now. The other nurses and doctors on my team should be done with moving him onto the operating table."

Elaris nodded and quickly followed the doctor through the double doors, the white doors slamming shut behind them.

Jackson nodded to Qwark and Brax. "Alright guys, head outside and I'll get a guy to drive you to the base. There will be people getting the ship ready as you drive there, and after they get your ship ready the rest is up to you two." He saluted them. "Good luck, and have a safe flight."

Brax and Qwark gave quick salutes back before racing for the parking lot. Jackson turned and hurried over to the squad of police officers, Cora and Clank close behind him.

"You there, what was your name? Becker! I need you to take another guy with you and escort Captain Qwark and Brax Lectrus to the military base. You know where that is, correct?"

Becker nodded. "Yeah, but I don't have the clearance to get through the main gates."

Jackson frowned and quickly dug into his jacket pocket. After a moment, he threw an ID badge over to Becker. "Here," Jackson said, "My badge should be enough to get you through the gates. If not, tell 'em I'll fire and kick all their asses as soon as the Solonian government gets through with them."

Becker nodded and bolted toward the parking lot, badge clutched tightly in his hand.

Jackson faced the other cops. "Alright guys, set up a perimeter and keep the press at least two hundred feet from the hospital. Hold it and make sure nothing comes past except for people in real need of emergency."

One of the cops raised his hand. "Sir, we don't have enough units right now to hold that wide of a perimeter."

Jackson waved his hand. "Alright, that will be my main job right now. I'll radio your chief and ask him to send as many units as he can, and I'll see if I can get more of my military guys in here." He straightened up and nodded curtly to the cops in the group. "I know I really shouldn't give orders when I'm not your chief, but this is huge, and we need to keep both Ratchet and the sick people in here the protection they need. The press is going to want to know everything that progresses in here over the course of the night, and they won't care about who they bother or hurt to get that information. Not to mention the possible threat of any terrorists or assassins wanting to take a shot at a dying Lombax. We need to keep the people in here safe, and give the doctors a chance to fix up Ratchet while they have the time."

The squad of cops nodded and saluted, pride and determination lighting up their faces. "We're with you sir," one of them said before turning to the others in the group. "Alright, Alverez, take Jenny with you and guard the back entrance until more help shows up. Tucker, Walker, you guard the entrance to the emergency room entrance, where the ambulances drop off their patients in critical condition. You two remember where that is?"

The two cops in question nodded. "Perfect," the leader said. "Parker, Hunter, we're going to man the front entrance until reinforcements show up. Start small, and when more help shows up, fan out and get to that two hundred feet requirement. Alright guys, -" the leader of the squad nodded toward Jackson "- let's show this military official how well we can handle a bad situation in our town!" he said, trying to add a little more enthusiasm to his squad.

The cops smiled and cheered, the assigned pairs breaking off and heading to the post they needed to keep safe. The leader of the squad turned and gave a small salute to Jackson before turning and heading to the front entrance.

Jackson quickly whirled around and headed for back entrance of the hospital, pulling a cracked and worn iPhone out of his pocket and pulling up his contacts.

"Um, I beg your pardon, Corporal Jackson, but is there anything we can do to help out?"

Jackson turned and looked down to an anxious Clank, with a determined and hard-faced Cora right behind him.

"There's got to be something for us to do, Jackson," Cora said as she jerked a thumb at herself and nodding to Clank. "Come on, let us help guard the perimeter. We can manage it!"

Jackson paused for a moment before shaking his head. "I'm sorry you two, but I don't think I can let you two do that. Not only will the press tear you guys down for info, but I need someone to wait for any news on Ratchet's condition while I'm trying to get protection around the building and working with Patterson in keeping the world leaders calm."

Clank blinked, his small form shaking as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "You want us… to just wait here?" he asked quietly, his voice barely heard as the little robot crossed his hands over his chest protectively.

Jackson nodded. "I know it's not the most favorable option for you guys, but I don't want the press chasing you two down for information, and I need someone to keep me informed of the updates to Ratchet's health. You two make yourself comfortable here in the waiting room, and if you get any news on Ratchet's health, come find me immediately. I'll be near the back entrance of the hospital, radioing in support."

He looked down at his phone, and before Clank or Cora could say anything else, he put the phone to his ear and walked off, talking to the police chief about how many men and women could come to the hospital this late at night.

Clank slowly looked up at Cora, who slowly looked down at him. The two weren't that close to each other, but in that moment, they felt the same level of hopelessness that would inevitably plague them for the next several hours.

"Come on Clank," Cora said quietly as she patted the robot on the back and lead him over to a group of chairs away from the rest of the humans. "Let's wait this out together."

Well, that's it for the second part! To answer a few questions you guys may have: Yes, Clank did have a little part in this chapter, a very tiny part considering he is Ratchet's best friend. Qwark got a bigger role than him... and that is something I wanted. In terms of story, Qwark's authority as the Captain of the Rangers can help convey the truth to Brax's urgency. In terms of real life, this can happen. Sometimes the most unlikely person can provide the help needed, and sometimes the person closest to the injured or sick isn't able to do anything at all.

For things coming up in part 3: Clank definitely has a more attention, we get to see Solana again and the Hall of Heroes, Elaris will face the trauma of being in the operating/emergency room, and... did anyone ever question how Grim got ahold of that secure line to Earth?

See you guys in the next chapter!

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