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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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Nexus: Blitz

It wasn't long before Aphelion reached the swamp planet Thram, landing next to a Grummel-net vendor near an emergency bunker Neftin had wanted them to stop at so he could gather some supplies and information. While he went into his bunker, Twilight acquired new weaponry for herself, Ratchet, and Qwark from the vendor. The Vortex Grenade was yet another generation of the old Bomb Glove, this one using dark matter to create a negative energy vortex at the point of explosion. The Warmonger rocket launcher had also once more been upgraded further, making it all the more devastating.

Eventually, he came out with a tourbot from the Museum of Intergalactic History. "Alright, here's what we need-"

"Why?" Twilight asked. "You want to tour the Museum?"

"That's where the original Dimensionator is," Neftin explained. "We need it to send the Nethers back where they came from and save my sister. If you bring it to me, I can fix it-"

"Then why do we need a tourbot?" Twilight asked curiously. "Qwark's the President, and I'm the Vice-President. If we both go there, we can requisition the original Dimensionator and have it out of there in under an hour."

Neftin blinked for a bit. "...oh yeah, kinda forgot you could just do that. Not used to having someone with actual authority with me instead of against me."

"Of course, we can't just hand over such an important artifact to someone who is still technically a wanted terrorist without some sort of guarantee," Qwark pointed out logically. "If we did that, there's no telling what charges will be laid against us."

Neftin frowned. "I thought you were trying to save us?" he growled out.

"We are, but BBBFF raises a valid point," Twilight insisted. "We do fully intend to save you, and minimize whatever punishment you both will face for your crimes...but you will have to face justice. Promise you will, for you and your sister, and we have a deal."

Neftin looked away nervously. "Do, uh, do I have to do that special promise?" he asked nervously. "It's...pretty dangerous for someone like me or Vendra, what with all the trans-dimensional stuff we do."

"Then it's one you won't break no matter what, isn't it?" Ratchet observed with a small smirk.

Neftin sighed ruefully. "...Vendra's gonna kill me..." he grumbled under his breath. Looking up at Twilight, he began the hand motions. "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, once Vendra is safe and the Nethers are banished, I'll make sure we face whatever the law deems is justice for our crimes." He shuddered violently as he glanced around.

"Then we have a deal," Twilight stated firmly. "Here's the plan. We'll all hit Planet Igliak to drop off myself, Qwark, Neftin, Cronk, and Zephyr. To make it look like Neftin's in custody, Cronk and Zephyr will stay with him at all times. Qwark and I will requisition the Dimensionator. While that's going on, Daddy and Mommy will take Aphelion back to planet Kragg, where they'll complete the Destructapalooza for anything useful before meeting us back on Igliak. If Mr. Eye has any sort of plan in mind, he'll probably be there by then to try and stop us. Neftin will use the Dimensionator to send Mommy into the Netherverse to retrieve Vendra, and then to banish the Nethers. Anyone see anything wrong with this plan?"

"Umm...I think I see a couple things..." Qwark observed diffidently.

Everyone turned to face him with expressions varying from surprise to disdain, though Ratchet looked thoughtful. "Well, that list did mention an average 5 year old," he muttered under his breath. "Go ahead Qwark, what do you think Twilight's missed?"

"Well, won't people on Igliak get a little concerned about undead pirate ghost robots claiming to be government security robots?" he pointed out. "I mean, it's not like that's something you see every day."

"That...is a very pertinent observation," Clank allowed. "It is certainly something that needs to be addressed."

"There's an exhibit about us at the museum," Cronk spoke up. "What if we went in as a group until we got there, and Twi and Qwark left us there to head for the Dimensionator? If anyone got nervous about us, we could point to our exhibit for identification."

"And until we got there, just being with Twilight would be enough for everyone to be comfortable about it," Zephyr observed. "Assuming they even spotted the rest of us with Twilight there."

"It's not my fault I'm still adorable!" Twilight snapped out angrily, bouncing a soda can from the floor off Zephyr's cranial dome in a fit of pique.

"Well, my other concern's more important," Qwark spoke up. "I mean, most of this plan counts on the Nether leader being very slow and not moving his forces into play ahead of him. What's to keep him from getting his forces to the Dimensionator first, even if only to destroy it so we can't use it?"

"Aphelion, call Ace and Darkwater!" Twilight barked out. "Tell them to get the fleet into positions around Igliak. Don't let anything but us through!"

"Message sent," Aphelion piped up. "Pirate fleet is already in position. When the massive dimensional distortion was detected on Planet Silox, they assumed you would need the Dimensionator and that others would be in pursuit of it, so they moved to protect it. In addition, Talwyn, Sasha, and Angela have already arranged to dispatch military forces to quell Nether activity in other areas, with the Sparkle Squadron taking point."

"Well, looks like everything's well in hand!" Qwark proclaimed expansively. "Let's go!"

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