Cards

Ratchet glared at the card in his hand with a scrutinizing eye. He had never seemed to be less amazed. This tiny hollow-card that he occasionally shook had an image on it that he hopped he could change with enough shakes.

The image was himself but weird. It was almost blocky and awkward in its distortion. It also had something scribbled on the back that was unlike his own language. Try as he might, it didn't change, the picture nor the scribbles.

"Hey Clank?" He started. He didn't chance looking away from the card if it did somehow change.

Clank looked up from the old paper-back book to his friend. He watched the lombax as he lifted the hollow-card up slightly. "Yes Ratchet?"

"Do you think this is me?"

Clank scanned the card over before returning his attention back to his book.

"No it is not, Ratchet."

"Oh… then who is it?"

The warbot turned a page of his book before he answered, "A separate you from a different time and dimension."

"Okay, I guess, what?"

Galactic Rangers.

Ratchet huffed and puffed as his arms wobbled under his weight. It was a gazillion degrees outside. A tin can that weighed what felt like one thousand pounds sat on his back while he counted.

"One-hundred-fiftyseven, one-hundred-fiftyeight…"

Plus' there was the Galactic Ranger soldier that was screeching into his ear as loudly as he could. Words like, maggot, waste of space, and wise-ass caused a liberal of oil to spring and land on his fir. It would take him hours to finally get it all off.

"One hundred seventy two, one hundred seventy three."

"Get your ass into gear, fluffy! What are you going to do if there is a galactic emergency? Absolutely nothing in this sorry state!"

"One hundred ninety nine, two hundred."

His arms gave that one last strain before giving out completely. He hit the concrete with a thump.

He was absolutely crazy joining the Galactic Rangers.

"Good job, Ratchet! That was almost twenty more than last week."

But, he would never regret it.

Meatloaf

Quark looked at the table in pure amazement. His eyes hopped from one to the other and back again as a smile ate up his face.

He didn't know that this was a real thing. Only the most wonderful of people would make such a glorious thing. He would have to send that person a thank you card personally!

After all, it wasn't everyday that one got to bask in the light of two separate types of Meatloaf!

Look-a-like

Alister watched over the parameter as the kit slept. Every so often, he would spare a glance at his young charge to catch a twitch of the tail or a niche of the ear. He could see the dreams slowly consume the kit.

Ratchet was just like his father, not only in looks, but also in personally. He was just as head strong and stubborn if not even more so. The simple way he held his shoulders up in all consuming confidence was something Alister had seen over a-thousand times.

The boy, however, was also just like his mother. He was compassionate and understanding of others. He didn't shoot first and ask question later, no he assessed the situation around him in nanoseconds and then acted.

All of that only stealed Alister's conviction to save there kind, his family. His mother and father deserved to see the child they made with love and happiness.

Alister was going to save the lombax race, and nothing would stand in his way.

Hello

I've been writing these one shots but I haven't had the time to post any of them lately. So, I thought that it would be a good idea to post them together. I hope you all enjoy.

Bye!