A/N: The day I chose to post the prologue and thus, seal the beginning of the story is not random; Today, 1st of July, marks the anniversary of finding out about this fantastic franchise called Ratchet & Clank. I'm officially a fan for one whole year! And I'm certain many years of pure awesomeness are about to follow. No one on their right mind would ever get tired of this amazing duo and their adventures! And the hype is REAL! A movie and a PS4 game next year? Gimme, gimme and have all my bolts! Okay I've irritated you with my rumbling long enough, let's just move on.

Note that you can check the progress of the story on my profile, I'm keeping it updated constantly.

Extended Summary: All great wars bring about a devastating aftermath for endless hatred defines their existence… One year after the Prog twins incident a stranger arrives in Meridian City right after a warlord with intentions more sinister than imagined knocks on Ratchet's door. When he claims he holds the key to the warlord's elimination Ratchet embarks on a mission that will force him to learn more about his father and legacy. But hard choices must be made in the end. Will Ratchet survive all odds and find closure or will he perish by the wounds he himself re-opened?

Prologue (After every bane…)

A dry sun rose to enlighten the desert lands. Beneath its penetrating rays a lonely figure marched wearily, his footsteps imprinted on the sand and thus, on the endless pages of this planet's history, a world which resided forgotten and lost into two mirrors; the galaxy it belonged to and its flawed reflection. A world untouched by the furious tide that had plagued Polaris on the year 5339.

Truths had led to hate so fiery it had caused the unforgiving fall of an entire race. A massacre. The end of an era. The creature wandering through the scorched wastelands was a survivor of that cruel genocide. He had everything taken away from him through bloodshed and decay. He had been betrayed by a friend he trusted with his life for his actions sealed the end of prosperity. No winds of Renaissance would blow on Fastoon anymore, life would no longer bloom there. Hymns of desolation shall now be its warden while ghosts of what once shone and thrived proudly shall haunt the planet with the presence of ruins and ash. The reign of tragedy, Polaris' new dying star.

The figure continued his walk with the unsettling silence of solitude, hardly disturbed by the heat. On the contrary, it seemed to soothe his hostile thoughts and chase away his fear of impending doom as it reminded him of home. The sun shining on his golden fur couldn't make him feel more welcome on this new-found sanctuary. However, he had been here before… His steps were slow, lacking the zeal of an energetic creature that he had always been throughout his life. The reason was obvious, he was in terrible pain due to his wounds and aching bruises. Dry blood was present in various parts of his stature, covering his brown-striped fur. His encounter with the tyrannical perpetrator of that unspeakable disaster hadn't ended up very well. Most of the times he thought about it, he considered it a miracle to have survived. And those other few times, he found it a curse that forced him to live one more day beneath the shadow of destruction and sorrow.

In addition to that, there was much mental pain that burdened him as well and made him crawl in such a seemingly helpless manner. Loss and desperation were already pushing him to the edge of his sanity, heavenly madness dwelling on the other side. The fight within was becoming harder and harder to win. Everytime he closed his eyes, not that he wanted to rest but there were those irritating times his body just refused to go on and so he was forced to, the face of his beloved wife appeared to make his search for oblivion restless and tormenting. His wife, his beautiful wife gone to the hands of that ungrateful psychopath. And then his son, a mere infant completely unaware of the devastation that had changed his life forever. Far, far away where he could never be found. Obliged to live away from the shelter of his kind. Condemned to solitude only because one single Cragmite had decided so. And the device to find that shelter out of reach for either of them. Guarded by secrets and enigmas. Safe so their glorious race can live on… without them…

The figure finally reached a remote village where he knew the landlord lived. It wasn't long until the friendly inhabitant of the desert planet welcomed him cordially and offered him shelter from the sun and his lonely, haunting thoughts. With his destination now reached, the troubled survivor revealed the reason behind his visit. He requested to have a map hidden on this planet. Little did the landlord understand, however for the sake of old days and as an act of gratitude for what the outsider had done for his precious lands, he accepted to assist the one in need. He rushed to provide the traveller with medical care but the furry creature had refused, claiming it would waste his time and time for him was precious and the waste of it crucial for the future of races and nations. Without any further insistence, the landlord allowed him to leave.

The victim of revenge spent hours trekking to his desired location in order to secure the map and hide the tracks that led to it, making sure the treasure would only be trespassed by one of his own kind. And not just anyone. Hopefully, his son… As cruel as it seemed, the time would come when he would have to follow this path. If he managed to survive until then…

His injuries hurt more and more and at this point he cursed under his breath for being unable to find some nanotech. He knew it was newly invented technology and as a result, only partially trustworthy but it would have made matters much easier and plus, it wouldn't take any time to heal him. It seemed the hard way liked him too much. Despite his pain, he refused to give up. He wasn't done yet. He had to protect what was left, or else he would die undignified and all of his efforts would be in vain. He had one last thing to take care of before the ravenous Cragmite caught up with him.

With a final, though dim, thought of hope the figure climbed into the ship and moments later he took off, abandoning the sun and his last chance to give up.