First meetingsTick. Tock. Tick. Tock...
Alister bit his lip, nervously pacing in his friends living room. He had been waiting for an hour. It felt like forever.
Pace, pace, pace, turn, pace, pace, pace...
Periodically, a scream or moan would drift from downstairs, and he would wince. He hated this feeling of uselessness, of utter helplessness. His memory turned, unbidden, to earlier that evening, when Kaden had rushed up to him, face grey with panic under his fur, and begged Alister to run for the midwife. Leaden horror had filled Alister. Mala hadn't been due for a month...
Now he waited, pacing endlessly as he listened to the cries of his friends bondmate.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock...
Pace, pace, pace, pace, turn, pace, pace, pace...
Alister froze in his tracks momentarily as a piercing shriek echoed from upstairs. He resumed pacing, heart thudding painfully in his chest. Everything he knew about the birth process could be written on a postage stamp, and he wasn't sure whet
Ratchet and Clank: a new Generation. Prologue.Orbit around Fastoon.
"This the planet, ma'am?" the Blarg asked.
The robed figure nodded.
"You have your co-ordinates?"
"Yep. All my boys got 'em."
"Cloaking devices? It's vital we aren't seen."
"Up and running. Girl ain't gonna know what hit her."
"Make sure you strike fast. I designed her to be a fighter. Get her down while she's confused."
"Yes' ma'am. Want the rest of the family?"
"Oh yes...I have quite a bone to pick with them..."
The Blarg left quickly, radioing his team mates. The cowled form turned back to the window. Hate boiled in her mind. A bone to pick? Oh, yes indeed! Ratchet would soon regret the day he was whelped....