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The Sparkle in his Eye - Tatsurou



Ratchet balances saving the galaxy with being the father to a purple alicorn foal. Adorable shenanigans and explosions ensue.

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Tools: Rescue

As Aphelion scythed into the atmosphere of Planet Viceron, Clank glanced towards Ratchet. He'd tried to raise the point of having to destroy the Dimensionator, but Ratchet had simply cut him off, saying, "Not now." Clank was worried his friend was a bit too tempted by the potential the Dimensionator offered, and - despite his better judgement - had shared his concerns with Qwark when he'd passed along the request for the schematics of Zordoom prison.

"Mom? Dad? Sis?" Qwark called out from the communication screen. "Everything okay? Feels...a little chilly on your end."

"Everything's fine, Qwark," Ratchet replied. "Did you get the holographic schematics?"

"You already have them," Qwark corrected, pointing to where the 'exercise book' he'd given Clank sat. Clank called up the appropriate schematics from the data file. "But I've also taken the liberty of drawing up a plan for infiltrating the prison! Behold!" The screen shifted to Qwark's hand drawn imagery that the group had gotten used to back in Polaris when going after Nefarious. "Zordoom Prison, a dangerous dungeon of deadly denizens, death and destruction! A deadly den of devious desperados damaged by decades of d...uh..."

"Dietetic degeneration?" Twilight offered with a giggle. "Also, nice alliteration."

"Thanks!" Qwark replied as the images continued. "To infiltrate this fortified fortress of fear, our agents - codenamed 'Dead Meat' and 'Nerf Pone' - will make their way along the Grind Rail of Certain Death, traverse the Walkway of Tortured Souls, and ascend the Grav Ramp into the mouth of the Jolly Jackal! While I direct the operation from my Townhouse of Solitude, our agents will jump down the elevator shaft to the lair of Eternal Sorrow. It is here they will be confronted by an army of Tachyon Troopers, a battalion of embattled bandits, an entire school of Zombie Ninja Panda Bears!"

"You're making that last bit up!" Ratchet scolded as Twilight giggled.

"I wish," Qwark grunted. "Tachyon is weird, and that's me saying that! Good luck Dead Meat and Nerf Pone! May you not die glorious heroes' deaths!"

Clank rolled his eyes as Aphelion came in for landing. "Oh, for a time when this would all seem strange," he moaned theatrically.

"It's more fun this way!" Twilight countered, priming her weapons. "Besides, I've got a new combat gadget to test out!"

"Test?" Ratchet and Clank both asked, shocked.

"I felt like tweaking," Twilight replied. "You know that Mr. Zurkon gadget?"

"Yes?" Ratchet replied nervously.

Grinning widely, Twilight threw out a small ball that burst open. The floating robot was wearing a long flowing robe speckled with stars, a pointed hat adorned with bells, and a long white beard. Instead of a gun, his arm held a wooden staff. "Behold, Zurkon the Bearded!"

"Zurkon the Bearded is ready to fry!" the little robot proclaimed, sending a bolt of lightning from the tip of the staff into an enemy soldier. "And so are you."

Clank chuckled nervously. "You made a support bot capable of magic?"

"Experimental," Twilight replied. "It's the lining of the staff. I've found certain materials here in Polaris capable of channeling etheric energy, and I decided to see if a robot could be designed to utilize the energy in combat. Unfortunately, the refining process is a bit expensive-"

"Zurkon the Bearded has no need for bolts!" the floating robot proclaimed. "His currency is devastation! Zurkon the Bearded has unstoppable spells!"

"Not Locate City! Not Locate City!" Twilight called out in terror. Ratchet tilted his head in confusion as Zurkon the Bearded laughed and Clank shuddered.

The initial path into the Prison facility was rather straight forward, with only weak robotic foes that were readily blasted apart by Zurkon the Bearded. Twilight flew most of the way, while Ratchet made use of Helipods. Before long, they reached the grind rail.

Taking a look at it, Twilight backed away. "Even with the Magnegrind boots, my balance isn't so good on rails. I'll fly."

"Keep an eye out for dangers on the rail and in the air," Ratchet requested, leaping onto the rail.

As they rode the rails, they heard various announcements from the prison speakers. While Ratchet ignored most of them, one dragged all three to full attention. "Inmate #510D, Hardlight, Ace please report to the mess hall for KP."

"Ace Hardlight?" Ratchet gasped out, shocked.

"He's alive!" Twilight shouted eagerly. "We have to find him!"

Ratchet made a quick decision. "Twilight, have you got the prison schematics?"

"Yeah, right here on my nav unit," she replied.

"Then get to the Mess Hall and bust him out of here. We'll meet you back at Aphelion with Talwyn."

"Right," Twilight agreed. "I'll try to be discreet-"

"Why? We won't be," Ratchet interrupted. "Cut Zurkon off his Bearded leash!"

"Zurkon the Bearded will liberate Ace Hardlight in...at least one piece!" the floating robot agreed. Chuckling, Twilight peeled off to find the Mess Hall.


Twilight found her way to the wall of the Prison just outside the Mess Hall, making sure she was opposite the kitchen, where Ace would be for KP. "Alright," Twilight told Zurkon the Bearded. "I've loaded Ace Hardlight and Talwyn Apogee's genetic code into your scanners. Once I open the wall, blast anything that isn't them."

"Zurkon the Bearded is ready to destroy!" the robot replied.

Twilight hesitated. "You're...not going to ask why I have their genetic codes?"

"The only question Zurkon the Bearded has is this: how many squishies does it take to change a lightbulb?"

"Umm-"

"FIREBALL! Both problems fixed!"

Twilight's hoof met her forehead rather firmly. Groaning, she charged up her magic and ripped the wall from its moorings. Zurkon the Bearded immediately began blasting away. "Ace!" she called out. "Ace Hardlight, are you here?" She marched into the Mess Hall as guards and inmates alike fled Fireballs, Chain Lightnings, and Cones of Frost.

"Twilight?" a familiar but young voice called out. The figure that stepped out of the kitchen looked like Ace...but much slimmer and younger than when Twilight saw him last. "What are you doing here?"

"Saving you!" Twilight replied. "What happened to you?"

"Long story, can we talk elsewhere?" Ace requested, grabbing a discarded blaster and taking shots at guards that were charging in.

"Hold onto me!" Twilight shouted. As soon as Ace had hold of her, she shouted, "Zurkon! Locate City!" She then teleported herself and Ace to Aphelion.

Zurkon the Bearded grinned widely.


When Twilight and Ace arrived at Aphelion, they witnessed a massive explosion - something on the scale of a small scale nuke - rip a good portion of Zordoom Prison apart. "...you play D&D?" Ace asked, surprised.

"...I dabble..." Twilight replied evasively.

"A bit more than dabble if you know about that," Ace joked.

"Speaking of knowing," Twilight pointed out, turning to him. "What happened to you? Last time I saw you, you were...were..." Tears beaded her eyes as she struggled to say it.

"Dead," Ace replied. "For the second time in Dreadzone."

"How did you survive?" Twilight demanded. "Why did you let me think you died? And...why do you look like...this?" She gestured to him.

"You know my hard light copies?" Ace asked. "Well, if I leave one behind when I go into battle, I can use it as an extra life."

"Quantumly entangled brain wave and life force patterns?" Twilight asked eagerly.

"I don't know the science," Ace countered. "All I know is it's unpleasant...but better than not having one available. And...well...I actually forgot about this one." He gestured to his body. "When I first discovered I could survive death like that, I put one of my copies in cold storage in an asteroid that wasn't in a fixed orbit. Figured if I was going to take advantage of my ability, it would be best to have a final backup. Course, that was about 30 years ago, so it slipped my mind. I...genuinely thought my death taking out Vox was going to be the real deal."

"Well, I'm glad it wasn't," Twilight replied intensely. "And look at you! You can't be far into your teens, even. You look practically my age!" Noticing the sudden blush on Ace's cheeks, she frowned. "Don't even think about it. My Dad would kill you, and I don't think you have another backup available."

"Nope," Ace replied. "And I won't be able to make another one for another 30 years, when I catch up to the age of my life force. That's the delay between returning to an old copy and being able to make new ones."

Twilight scratched her chin. "...we'll drop you off with a friend at the first chance so you'll be safe," she promised. "Don't want to risk losing you again."

Ace smiled softly. "Good to see you recovered from Dreadzone, too."

"So how'd you end up in Zordoom Prison?" Twilight asked.

"Tried to go back to hero work," Ace replied with a groan. "Tried to fight Tachyon, since the asteroid had wandered into Polaris. That's when I found out how long I'd have to wait to make another copy."

After a giggle from Twilight, the pair sat in silence as they waited for Ratchet to show. While they were waiting, however, Aphelion had an announcement. "Twilight, Qwark has just sent me the coordinates for Kerchu City, which he managed to get off Tachyon's personal computer."

"Good job, Qwark!" Twilight praised as Ratchet came into sight. "Hey Dad! Where's Talwyn?"

"She made her own way out after finding Cronk and Zephyr," Ratchet replied. "She'll meet up with us once it's safe. And who's your new boyfriend? I thought you were looking for Ace?"

"He's not my boyfriend!" Twilight snapped angrily. "This is Ace!"

"Long story," Ace stated in response to Ratchet's expression.

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