One Last TalkBeep. Beep.One Last Talk by TheAuthoressComplex
"Ugh..." Angela Cross groaned, slow and groggy. The pattern of light – on for two seconds, then off for two seconds, to repeat indefinitely – indicated that someone was trying to reach her via communicator. At this hour? It could only be an emergency. It better be an emergency, or SOMEBODY was going to pay.
"Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time, you hunk of scrap!" Had she been more awake, the words likely would have been more sharp. As she was still half asleep, at best her tone mimicked an irritated kitten's growl, "Rook, could you ID the caller, please?"
The hologram of her personal assistant, Rook, appeared over the communication device. He did not hesitate in his annunciation, "Caller identification recognized as: Ratchet and Clank."
"Of course it is," Grumbled the biologist, "If he's in the hospital again, I'm not flying all the way to Endako to see him," Rook didn't respond to that, and after a few moments Angela simply sighed, "Accept the c
Beyond Time and Space: A Play by Captain Qwark 2/2At this point a short break in the action was announced. The audience immediately flooded the lobby, gathering in small groups and talking excitedly about the play. Some, the friends of Ratchet and Clank or members of the military, complained about the inaccuracy of play, while others praised the acting and special effects.Beyond Time and Space: A Play by Captain Qwark 2/2 by TheAuthoressComplex
The actors, including Qwark, waltzed around the lobby, accepting praise and gifts from their adoring fans. Miss Gears and Captain Qwark, used to the praise, accepted this with grace. The Ratchet actor, clearly new to the scene, seemed not to know what he should do with his newly found fame, just sticking close to the other actors. The Clank actor, meanwhile, took this time to attempt to interview his idol, the real Clank, who was retrieving refreshments for himself and Ratchet. Needless to say, he wasn't exactly interested. And while there were no confirmed sightings of Ratchet, some claimed he had spent the entire break wallowing on the balcony, while others insist
Beyond Time and Space: A Play by Captain Qwark 1/2The stage was vacant; a simple platform elevated up from the ground that featured upon it an empty void of nothing. Surrounding the simple stage was a collection of chairs; most were on the ground, surrounding the stage with a cone of seats. A few were elevated above the ground, hidden safely within balconies. Murmurs of excitement echoed throughout the large room, all eagerly anticipating the start of the show. Well, almost all…Beyond Time and Space: A Play by Captain Qwark 1/2 by TheAuthoressComplex
"Ugh, how long is this gonna take?"
"Patience, Ratchet. This is a big moment for Captain Qwark. The least we can do is be here to support him."
"Yeah, I guess… let's just hope he didn't screw this up."
But we digress.
It was not too long of a wait before the lights in the theater dimmed to the point where you could only barely see your hand in front of your face. Only dull lamps lit the way from the seats to the outside, just in case of an emergency. But then bright lights activated on the stage, illuminating the entirety of it with minimal effort.
Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Thirty: Hot!The teenagers were all standing outside, bleary-eyed and confused, talking amongst themselves. Behind them, the previously roaring flames were just about settled down, the men and woman of the fire department working tirelessly to destroy the flames.Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Thirty: Hot! by TheAuthoressComplex
Somewhere out of sigh, a freshman watched the scene with an annoyed expression, before turning it on the two people behind her, “Really, guys? Setting my dorm on fire? Really?”
The yellow cat-like creature pouted at her with arms crossed, looking just about as pleased as she was, “Hey, you started it. You're the one making all those stupid stories.”
“They're. Just. STORIES!”
The two glared each other down, each with equal and intense fury. The third party, a small robot, blinked as he simply alternated his gaze between the two of them, attempting to decide which one to side with. On one hand, they did unjustly burn down her dorm. But she did create those... interesting stories about the two of them. But
Christmas Chaos"Our psychotic penguin friends are getting ready for the holidays, we join them now, live, at good old Madagascar And wait…what's that? A CRAZY GRANDMOTHER? OH PLEASE SOMEONE HELP US! AHHHHHHHHHHH." The Television said across the world at the home of dearest Crazy Grandma's daughter's.Christmas Chaos by Lights-Sin
"Mommy, mommy! Grandma's on T.V.!" One of the three children said, running into the kitchen where their mother was ever so gracefully baking Holiday Cookies for her family's annual winter festival.
"Baby, Grandma isn't on T.V…." The mother said absentmindedly, pulling out the cookies from the oven.
"Mommy, mommy, come look!" The kidlet pulled on his mother's apron until she at last gave up and followed him into the living room.
"GET BACK HERE YOU CANIVING LITTLE FLUFFY CUDDLE-BUNCHES SNEEFS!" The crazed Grandmother yelled on the T.V.
"Holy sh…" The mother said, fainting.
"We've been caught, boys." Skipper said slapping Private on the head for no apparent reason.
Private rubbed his head with
Disclaimer: Ratchet and Clank does not belong to the Authoress Complex.
Authoress' Notes: My first request fic! Thanks to guy12389 on deviantArt for requesting, and I quote, "um,do you mind if it is a ship fic? Specifically a Ratchet X Angela cross one :/"
I had full creative freedom. Hope he likes it, but I had no idea how to approach this pairing. Here's to hoping any future projects don't take nearly as long!
What did I do good on?: I kind of liked the ending of Ratchet and Angela's conversation. They're both so hopeful. Shame Tachyon gets in there way.
What did I fail on?: I don't know how I managed a whole thirty day OTP challenge when I clearly suck at writing romance.
Question for reviewers: Would you like to request anything? Feel free; I need help getting back into the swing of things. Directions Forward isn't going up until I'm confident I can post a chapter a week.