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**sonicmixer** · July 6th, 13, 04:38 PM

(Err.. I didn't know what to name it. So where shall we start?)

**Gothicruby** · July 10th, 13, 11:36 AM

Truth be told, there was nothing Ratchet loved more than the feel of a brand new gun's trigger sitting pretty against his finger--having the extra tension to guide the pull, making for such a satisfying release, bonus points of course for hitting the mark dead-centre.
Another dummy shot out of the side-panel, to which 'new-old-faithful' as he was inclined to nickname it, served him well by way of a spectacular explosion.
"C'mon Qwark, gimme a challenge here!" the lombax called through to the captain's intercom, unable to resist a whoop when he somersaulted off of one grind-rail to the next "I've scored higher points in my sleep!"

(How's that?

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**sonicmixer** · July 10th, 13, 08:23 PM

(Works just fine. I'm not entirely sure i can get Qwark's personality quite down, but I can try.)

Qwark smirked. "If you insist young cadet." He turned up the dial to the training course's diffuclty all the way up to the very highest setting, which then caused Ratchet to be surrounded from all sides by gun toting robotic commando's facing towards him.

**Gothicruby** · July 10th, 13, 08:42 PM

Before Ratchet could even really think of his next tactical manoeuvre, the lombax had found himself suddenly shredding down towards an army of robotic commandoes, each holding the latest in blaster-based technology "Ov3rk1l1-9000", the barrel of each ridiculously oversized gun gleaming in the training room's artificial light "What the--?!" But before he even had a chance to finish, each had began locking on to his heat signature and began blasting indiscriminately--to which he found it difficult to closely evade.

"Qwark!" Ratchet yelped, trying to duck and weave between the legs of one commando while two others rounded an attack on either side of him--at this rate his nanotech would be depleted in seconds! "Cut--Ah! It--Oww!" all too suddenly, the lombax felt himself hurtling towards the nearest wall, but he didn't feel the impact of the blow nor the sudden warmth beginning to pool at his crotch immediately...not while consciousness was beginning to slowly fade.

**sonicmixer** · July 10th, 13, 09:58 PM

"Err.. Someone clean up that mess. And check if he's alright." Said Qwark nervously as he watched the monitor. He was incredibly worried about if Ratchet was dead or not. He couldn't handle another lawsuit.

Hours later, Ratchet was sitting on a bed in the medical clinic.

(Do you have any problems with putting ratchet in a dress?)

**Gothicruby** · July 10th, 13, 10:03 PM

"Ugh..." the lombax groaned; the world was just one hazy blur dipping in and out of an inky unconsciousness "What...happened?" he mumbled, sitting up despite the pain coursing through his temples.

(Nah, we could say Qwark's using it as further punishment--seems like something he'd do XD; )

**sonicmixer** · July 10th, 13, 10:10 PM

(Good to know. ^^)

Qwark stood over Ratchet's bed sighing in relief. "Your alive! Thank goodness. It would have been so annoying having to deal with those lawyers again. They'd always so whiny. Oh mr Qwark you can't use children as ammunition, or mr Qwark you can't send a giant monster panther into a crowded city, oh mr Qwark you can't beat me within an inch of my life." He rolled his eyes. "Such crybabies."

**Gothicruby** · July 10th, 13, 10:23 PM

"Thanks for the concern," Ratchet deadpanned at the Captain's one-man show; not sure whether to feel touched or insulted at the fact that he'd been called a 'child,' but decided to let it slide, he had bigger fish to fry "But I got a test to re-take--reload those bots Qwark, I'm goin' for the high score!" With a determined glare, the lombax took a hold of the sheets and threw them aside, not even pausing to look at the side-table as he reached out and came in contact with nothing but air "Hey!" he exclaimed, frantically checking the inside drawer and coming up with nothing "Where's my gun? And my wrench!" He turned quizzically to Qwark "My stuff's usually been brought down from the training room whenever I've been unconscious--what gives?"

**sonicmixer** · July 13th, 13, 02:17 AM

"Now now Ratchet don't throw a hissy fit. Your equipment has temporarily been taken away because you failed the course. It's mandatory for all members of the Q-force to be in tip top shape. And you failed the course so that means until you can learn to do that course right, then you have to abide by some rules."

(Yeah.. Like I said I might not be able to act enough like Qwark.)

**Gothicruby** · July 13th, 13, 01:01 PM

Hearing that his equipment had been confiscated was alarming enough for Ratchet, but to actually hear the word 'failed'? On one of Qwark's courses? The lombax felt like he'd just had a ton of salt dumped over the wound!
"What--but-but-! But I need my weapons, Qwark! You can't just take 'em away!" He tried to reason, but even then he had to check his inventory...scrolling through the empty slots confirmed it and, honestly, he felt unbelievably naked.

Ratchet turned a mortified glare up to the oafish captain "This isn't funny, give 'em back!"

(Dude, you're doing perfectly--that is so Captain Qwark XD )