Cat Fight

Chapter 4- Streak

 

“Sasha! Where are you girl?” The Galactic President stomped loudly into Ratchets quarters. “Sasha, where are you?” Sasha, Angela and Ratchet held each other tightly behind the sofa in fear of the president discovering them. If the President found out Ratchet would be dishonourably discharged from the Galactic Army and exiled to a distant dirt hole. If Angela was found fraternizing with her superiors she would be fired from Megacorp and shunned from both the Solana and Bogon galaxies. And if her dad had found out Sasha would be shunned by her father until Veldin froze over.

The galactic president glanced across the room in search of his missing daughter, paying little attention to the stains of recent love making that lay upon the carpet at his feet. He loomed over the back of the sofa, mere inches from the cluster of fur that cowering in fear of him. Then suddenly he stopped. He stood there, looming like a statue oblivious to his daughter hidden right under his nose. He turned, leaving the room in defeat. The group let out a unified sigh of relief as the doors slammed shut.



The feeling of relief was short lived however as the doors into Ratchet’s quarters swung open once again. The group tensed. A figure approached their hiding place. A shadow loomed around the corner. A small droid suddenly rolled around the side of the sofa, sweeping the ground as it went. “Relax guys; it’s just the automated cleaning droid. It can’t even think or see beyond its work let alone talk. He won’t even know we’re here” Sasha reassured them.

The droid went about its work. The group rose to their feet, straightening their ruffled fur. The droid noticed the pile of soiled clothing splayed across the floor. It scooped it up into its compartment. With its task complete the droid rolled off the door.

“Hey wait!!!” Ratchet screamed as he made chase after the droid.

The door flung open, Ratchet thrust himself against the wall to avoid being sighted. The droid rolled down the corridor with Ratchet, Angela’s and Sasha’s clothes. The doors slammed shut, sealing their fate. “Well now what do we do?” Ratchet turned too the two girls standing unsettlingly before him. “That droid just ran off with our clothes”.

“Well, we’ll have to go get them back” Angela proposed.

“No way. My dad is on the ship and if anyone sees us we’re all dead” Sasha looked up. “Ratchet don’t you have any spares around here?”

“No. All my spare clothes are back on Veldin. I haven’t been staying here for a while so I didn’t need any” Ratchet said, defeated.

“What about your quarters Sasha. Don’t you live on this ship?” Angela asked.

“So you’re suggesting we sneak through the ship, with no clothes on, and try to get all the way to my quarters without anyone seeing us?”



“Unless you got a better idea” Ratchet spoke with a sharp tone.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this” Sasha moaned.

“You just got me and Ratchet to have sex with you and you’re worried about someone spotting you without a top on?” Angela questioned.

“Yes. When that someone is my father, The Galactic President” Sasha returned.

“Ok. I guess that makes sense” Angela conceded.

 

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The three of them slipped silently out of Ratchets quarters, making their way through the bowels of the ship.

“Hide” Ratchet ordered. They piled into a nearby supply closet. The corridor was suddenly filled by a passing Galactic Ranger squad as they made their patrol through the ship. They let out a sigh of relief as the droids strode past them without incident. They reached the end of the corridor. Hugging themselves tight against the wall they peaked around the corridor. What lay before them was more frightening to Ratchet than any Tyrannoid, space pirate or deadly robot he had ever faced.

The hanger bay before them was swarming with ranger patrols and at the far end of the hanger stood the President discussing Secret Agent Clank with the star himself. “I must say Clank when you took on Max Million in that swamp on Kilico IV with nothing but your trusty banana gun I thought you would never make it out alive but you proved us all wrong”

Clank chuckled. “Muhehehe. Well thank you sir. But, that was all in days work for Agent Clank”



“How are we going to get past him?” Sasha turned to Ratchet for reassurance.

Ratchet glanced around the hanger, hoping for inspiration. His gaze eventually locked on the small little droid at the far end of the hanger. “I got an idea”

 

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After hours of Secret Agent Clank trivia clank was finally able to slip away from the Pres while he was busy discussing the new modifications for the Galactic Rangers with Al. As clank walked casually through the hanger he was suddenly grabbed by harshly the neck and pulled behind one of the support. “Cuh. What’s goin-?” Clank quickly identified his aggressor. “Oh, hehehe. Nice to see you kids enjoyed yourselves while I was busy”

Clank chuckled as he put the pieces together. “Shush keep it down Clank. I need your help” Ratchet pleaded.



“If you’re suggesting I,” But he was quickly cut off.



“No.” He ended the accusation before it could be made. “I just need you to distract the President long enough for us to make it to the elevator and get to Sasha’s quarters”

Clank gave him an inquisitive look. “How?” An evil sneer grew across Ratchets face. “Oh no not that….” Clank pleaded

 

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“And I’d say that the second movie had a better storyline yet the first one had more a …..” Clank sighed to himself as he listened for the millionth time how much the President loved his show.

Meanwhile Sasha, Ratchet and Angela snuck towards the elevator in hopes of making it cleanly off the deck before they were spotted. Angela and Ratchet snuck into the elevator as Sasha quickly follow.

“Sasha!!!” The pres screamed as he saw her tail poked out in sight. Sasha snapped around and stuck her head out as she was met with the sight of her quickly approaching father.

“Oh dad. Hi, when did you get here?”

“A few hours ago. I was looking all over for you pumpkin, where were you?”

“Um busy. Listen now really isn’t a good time, I’ve got business” She pleaded, hoping her father didn’t notice the fear laced in her voice.

“Come on. You’re not to busy to give your old man a hug?”

Sasha panicked. “Um. Dad, look, Secret Agent Clank”

The President snapped around in surprise as Sasha quickly retreated into the elevator. “Yes I know Clanks here honey, but,” The President turned around to see the elevator doors snapped shut in front of him.

 

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In the lower decks of the Phoenix the group scurried into Sasha’s quarters. The door slid closed. Sasha collapsed onto the bed, she had never been so happy to be in her room. “Spare clothes are in the dresser” Sasha lifted a finger to the dresser against the wall.

Angela delved into the dresser in search of a suitable outfit. It finally dawned on her; it was rather kinky feeling running through the ship naked. “Now that I think of it, it’s rather exciting running through the ship naked. Not knowing if we were goanna get caught or not”

Sasha’s eyes snapped open. “Yeah it kind of was” Surprised at Angela’s sudden bluntness.

“Hum” Ratchet intervened.

Angela delved into the dresser; she found a casual shirt that would fit her, a difficult task considering she was twice Sasha’s height. She placed the garment over her plumb breasts she felt the restrictions of the clothes even more than she ever used too. “You know, after my dad leaves, we would be free to enjoy the freedom around the ship a bit more”

“So you, thinking what we’re thinking?” Ratchet smirked.

“Tonight?” Sasha asked.

“Oh, yeah” Ratchet and Angela spoke in unison.