Cure

Crash landing

"Out of fuel? How could we be outta fuel??"

"There seems to be an abnormal amount of liquid being drained from the fuel tank. Perhaps we damaged it somehow."

"Wait are you trying to tell me we have a leak?"

"It would seem that way."

Ratchet sighed. This certainly hadn't been one of their easiest trips. There were barely any spots to stop and get supplies in the Nyyla galaxy. It was so different to all the other places they had been to. It was almost as if no one else flew ships around here.

(Nyyla- vast and empty.*)

"Trust everything to go wrong on a long important trip..." Ratchet muttered as he leaned forward to flick a switch, rolling his eyes as he did so. "Hopefully the autopilot still works. I'm gonna go check something out. I'll be back in a minute."

"Are you sure you do not require my assistance?"

"You stay here in case something else happens. I'll be back in time to land this piece of junk." Ratchet assured him, before disappearing through the door to the back of the ship.

They had been given a new ship yet again, by Talwyn. It was just to borrow while they searched for her dad, because they needed something bigger. Something with more room. In this ship there was somewhere to sleep, there was a bathroom, and there were cupboards with supplies. Not much at all compared with a lot of ships Ratchet had been in, but it covered the basic necessities for a very long trip.

There was also a hatch that when opened up, revealed a decent amount of the ships works. Ratchet walked over to the hatch and yanked it open with his Omniwrench. All the important things they needed to be able to land safely seemed to be in order, there was nothing malfunctioning, nothing wrong and no damage. Ratchet wondered why the fuel would be leaking because they hadn't hit anything, but everything else was working, so that was all he needed to know for now. He slammed the hatch shut again and started to get up.

Suddenly the ship jerked roughly and Ratchet almost lost his balance. It sounded like they'd entered an atmosphere. Clank must have gotten impatient and started steering them himself. If they passed the planet they would be out of fuel and have nowhere to land. It wasn't a problem, Ratchet just needed to get back to the cockpit.

Balancing as best he could, Ratchet made his way to the door that separates the drivers section and the living quarters. He pulled the lever to open it, but it didn't work. There was only one lever in this rickety old ship that could open the door from this side and it wasn't functioning.

The turbulence began to roughen as they grew nearer to the surface of the planet, but Ratchet couldn't see how close they were. He hoped Clank was doing okay at the controls. But he would definitely get hurt if he couldn't strap himself in. He tried again to pry the door open but it was locked.

The turbulence was bad, and Ratchet noticed a lot of cupboard doors and things coming loose.

"Stupid autolock sequence!" Frustrated, the Lombax pounded on it with his wrench and called out. "Clank, open the door?!" But it was too loud and too late.

Suddenly the ship started to plummet and Ratchet yelled out as the momentum caused him to be thrown against the back of the ship.

He and a number of other things smashed through the back window. He felt the old broken glass drawing blood as it sliced through his skin. Ratchet screamed though no one could hear, as he went flying through the air and the young Lombax cried out once more as he came to a bone shattering stop on the pavement outside.

Ratchet gasped and coughed in an attempt to restore air to his winded lungs. He had landed on his back and there was terrible pain shooting through his spine. He groaned loudly as he tried to move but everything hurt too much. He was aware of a decent amount of blood draining from a few different areas of his body and his wrench laying next to him.