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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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Interlude: A Growing Family

Qwark's ship gracefully cut the atmosphere of Kerwan as he set course for the private landing pad on the roof of the family estate, as he'd come to think of what had once been his 'little bachelor pad'. As he passed over Metropolis, he opened communications with the Planetary Defense Center, figuring that was the best way to get in contact with Sasha and the others. "This is Captain Qwark calling the Planetary Defense Center. Captain Qwark calling PDC, over!"

"PDC here!" Al called back over the comms. "It's been a while Qwark. What happened to you and the others? You all vanished during Tachyon's assault."

"I'm actually here to brief you all on that, specifically President Phyronix," Qwark explained. "Can you put me through to her?"

"I'm afraid not," Al replied with a frown. "She's at the 'Sparkle Estate' for a private meeting, and is completely incommunicado short of planetary emergency."

"We'll, I'm coming in for landing there," Qwark replied. "So I'll be able to tell her in person, then! By the way, I'm also here to call up the cavalry, so get everyone ready for marching orders. Qwark out!" Cutting the communication, he guided the ship into landing. While it was still powering down, he leapt out and rushed inside.

"President Phyronix!" he called out bombastically as he raced through the house, following the smell of Sasha's favorite tea. He also smelled Ratchet's favorite tea, which meant Sasha either had someone over or was trying to ease her worries over them by reliving scent memories. Either way, she would likely welcome his news. "Sasha, I have news about-" He skidded to a halt as he reached the lounge.

Sasha was sitting on the couch, holding a tea cup with one hand as she stifled some giggles. Next to her was Angela Cross, who had set her teacup down to hold in her belly laughs. "You mean he still does that?" she gasped out.

"He did when I last saw him," Sasha replied laughing. "Doesn't matter how famous he gets or how much of a big shot he is, or even how long I've been in a relationship with him...get even a little bit flirtatious with Ratchet when he doesn't expect it and he gets all tongue-tied."

"Does he still drop everything if Twilight so much as coughs?" Angela inquired further.

"Oh yes," Sasha replied with a groan. "Everything. She even had to lecture him about it being bad form to interrupt our 'training sessions' to check on her...and he only agreed when she complained about not liking how our scents mixed."

"So you made a lion out of Ratchet, huh?" Angela asked slyly. "So how'd you enjoy it with a Lombax?"

Sasha managed an embarrassed chuckle. "It was...quite the experience," she admitted. "Are Lombax males...always like that?"

"Like what, exactly?" Angela asked.

"So...energetic and...insatiable?"

Angela laughed. "According to my Mom, only if they get the strong warrior or scientist genes. From what I saw - and you've told me - of Ratchet, whatever his parentage is, he's got both! Which is why I was more than happy to come keep my promise to Twilight now that I've confirmed Percival Tachyon's dead."

"You really mean to join Ratchet's...harem?" Sasha asked. "Not that I'm opposed, it's rather traditional for Cazarians as well, but there are very few females I've met of any race that are so open minded about the idea." She chuckled wickedly. "Beyond that, I'm surprised you're willing to share the - from what we can determine - last living male Lombax in the universe."

Angela shrugged. "Three things. One, it's as natural for Lombaxes to form group or open relationships as it is for Cazarians. Two, if he is the last male Lombax in the universe, then he's got a lot of work ahead of him repopulating."

"Doubt he'll complain about that," Sasha joked.

Angela nodded as she laughed. "And third, from what my Mom told me about Lombax males with the genes for science and battle, it'd take four of us just to keep up with him. Tell me, when he really got going, how...relaxed...did you get?"

Sasha blushed as she chuckled. "I see your point." Turning away, she noticed Qwark. "Qwark! You're back!" Setting her tea down, she leapt to her feet. "How's Ratchet? And Twilight and Clank? Are they here with you?"

"Much to Ratchet's bad luck, apparently, no," Qwark replied. "Angela...it's...been a while."

"I hear Ratchet adopted you," Angela teased, taking a sip of her tea.

"Indeed!" Qwark confirmed proudly. "Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Copernicus Leslie Qwark Sparkle Gyro-"

Angela's tea promptly wound up all over the wall. "Why the Angela has a self-censor function are you using the name Gyro?" she demanded, plainly shocked and possibly stupefied.

"Because it's Dad's birth name," Qwark explained. "Ratchet Gyro. He learned that when he found the ship Aphelion, built by his father-"

"Kaden Gyro?" Angela interrupted. "Married to Vashiir Gyro?"

Qwark nodded. "Precisely. I take it they were famous?"

"Actually, Vashiir and my mom, Lorna, were best friends," Angela explained. "And it's a good thing I was already intending to join Ratchet's harem...since the last thing my mom told me before Tachyon's war began was that she and Vashiir had arranged an assignation between me and Vashiir's son."

"Lombaxes still practiced arranged marriages with children?" Sasha asked, surprised.

"Only amongst the nobles," Angela replied. "Since your rank in Lombax society was determined by your ability, it was common for the elite to arrange marriages between their children and acclimate them to each other for better relationships starting young, as a way to breed for talent. Of course, careful records were kept to prevent excessive inbreeding between close relations."

"Dad's a Lombax elite?" Qwark asked, shocked. "What was his title?"

"The titles we use don't have exact equivalents in Galactic Standard," Angela explained. "But...relative to ranks...I think it would be...Prince?"

Sasha sank back into the sofa in shock. "...and I thought I'd outgrown all those 'Prince Charming' stories Dad read me as a cub..."

Glancing around, Qwark cleared his throat. "So...is now a bad time to mention that Clank was kidnapped by the Zoni right in front of Twilight?"

"What?" Angela and Sasha both shouted, leaping to their feet...the reaction only somewhat marred by Angela tripping into the table.

"I guess so," Qwark admitted.

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