Ratchet and Clank Future:
The Blue Orb
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Chapter 1: Another Lombax
A white Lombax with amber eyes was wondering around the town on Planet Torren IV; a planet in the Polaris Galaxy inhabited by the Vullards. He had red stripes on his arms, chin, ears and tail, and looked like he was in his mid 40's. The Lombax had a double-ended wrench on his back, and also was wearing Hoverboots. Amber eyes dashed curiously everywhere he went; something didn't feel right. However he didn't give a care in the world what was going on around him; thoughts flooded his mind.
A loud scream pierced through the air making white ears shoot up and snapping out of thoughts. When he looked up, everyone was gone; all of the Vullards hid in their houses. Vullards were not aggressive so they didn't fight; this meant that if they heard a scream so someone attacked them, they would hide anywhere. The scream came again; it sounded like the same person as well.
Hmm, strange. He thought. Sounded like a young boy, but that's impossible; there's no-one that sounds that young on this desert planet. I guess I will have to sort this one out…again.
With that, the Lombax set off to where he heard the scream.
The white furred Lombax peeped around the corner to only see an unconscious young lad lying on his belly on the floor. He was still breathing from what you could see; however it didn't look like he was breathing properly. Without hesitation he moved slowly towards the boy incase the body on the ground would pull at trick on him. But he didn't; he just lay there, so still. Carefully turning the boy onto his back, making sure he didn't hurt him. The amber eyes widen in shock, he tried to speak but all he could do was gasp. The unconscious body before him was a Lombax, in his early 20's at least.
The young Lombax had golden fur with brown stripes on his ears and tail from what you could see. His armor was black with a few parts that had blue on it, as well has a matching helmet. The other Lombax bent down to put an ear to the boy's mouth, he was right; the other one wasn't breathing properly. Instead the breathing was slow and wheezy. His face, sides and ears had blood on it, even on his chest and back. Was some trying to kill him? A young boy? No, a young Lombax? This wasn't right, something defiantly didn't feel right. The white one couldn't help but think he has seen this boy before, but nothing came to mind of who it might be.
"Alister, Alister!" Someone shouted from behind the white furred Lombax, sounding quite annoyed yet worried.
Snapping out of his thoughts, the Lombax replied, turning around. "Drake? What are you doing here?"
An orange and purple bird with a big cream colored beak flew up to the white Lombax and sat on his right shoulder. "I was looking for you, and I could ask you the same-oh my! What happened to that boy? He doesn't look to healthy." The bird asked, worried.
"I don't know, I was wondering around town, until I heard a scream, twice in fact. I go and investigate to only fine this young lad not breathing very well. Plus covered in blood, not breathing very well, and on his back." Alister answered, quickly. "Is it safe for me to pick him up, without hurting him anymore than he is already?"
Drake hovered down to the golden Lombax and checked over him. "Hmm, eh huh, yes, this is remarkable he's a Lombax. And I thought you were the last one."
"Yes I know so did I. He's in bad shape, can I pick him up and take him to safety?" Alister said, getting annoyed.
"Huh?" He chuckled, and flapped a wing in Alister's direction still looking at the young lad. "Oh, yeah; you can pick him up. Just be careful, it's dark now. I'll meet you back at the house so I can get everything sorted for our little guest," the bird flew off, heading home.
Alister bent down and picked up the unconscious boy carefully into his arms, holding him like he was a baby. He walked off slowly and taking his time making sure he didn't hurt or wake up the one in his arms; heading in the direction Drake went. Alister looked closely at the body to see if he has seen this figure before; however it was really dark by the time, so all he could do was wait.
A narrowed eye pierced through the darkness, looking at the white Lombax carrying the other. A wide grin appeared on the figure's face. "Hmm, looks like we have found another Lombax, Lola." The figure said, he was a male.
"What does he look like? Is the younger one with him?" A female voice contacted into the communicator.
"It's a white Lombax with red stripes on his ears, tail, arms and chin. Looks in his mid 40's, maybe? With a double-ended wrench and hoverboots. And yes, the younger one is with him just like planned." He replied.
"General Alister Azimuth has found him at last then, finally we can get the real interesting things happening by now. Keep your eye on them Vorselon, when the time is right; take the younger one, that will surely piss the General off. Don't fail me!" Lola ordered.
"Yes, Master. I, Lord Vorselon, will not fail you."