Lombaxes hate the cold
Where: The broken down Starship Phoenix
When: Beginning of the snowstroms
Who: Ratchet and Martel
What: A meeting of the furry and the goddess.
Warnings: Possible language? Will update if needed.
Ratchet grumbled to himself as he worked on top of his fallen starship. He hadn't seen the thing in forever, ever since he left the Solana Galaxy when Tachyon attacked. And having to live in it when it was unrepairable and would never fly again? It was a bit taxing. But right now that didn't matter. What mattered was he needed to make sure everything was sealed off tight. The snow had started to fall and Ratchet was of the mind; better safe than sorry. Last thing he needed as the snow to get in.
He hated the cold, always had. He thought it was a good thing he had landed on Veldin as a baby. The days were long and hot and he loved it. The cold nights though? Oh no. Those were a nightmare, especially during the cold season. He'd do anything and everything he could to keep his garage/home warm during that season and it would fail and he'd get sick. Without fail. And he was not about to let that happen here. Fuck the cold. He was going to get through this.
He finished up the last of the welding and stomped down on the metal to make sure it would hold. Good. Now he just needed to do one more perimeter sweep and he could go inside and hunker down for the night.
When: Beginning of the snowstroms
Who: Ratchet and Martel
What: A meeting of the furry and the goddess.
Warnings: Possible language? Will update if needed.
Ratchet grumbled to himself as he worked on top of his fallen starship. He hadn't seen the thing in forever, ever since he left the Solana Galaxy when Tachyon attacked. And having to live in it when it was unrepairable and would never fly again? It was a bit taxing. But right now that didn't matter. What mattered was he needed to make sure everything was sealed off tight. The snow had started to fall and Ratchet was of the mind; better safe than sorry. Last thing he needed as the snow to get in.
He hated the cold, always had. He thought it was a good thing he had landed on Veldin as a baby. The days were long and hot and he loved it. The cold nights though? Oh no. Those were a nightmare, especially during the cold season. He'd do anything and everything he could to keep his garage/home warm during that season and it would fail and he'd get sick. Without fail. And he was not about to let that happen here. Fuck the cold. He was going to get through this.
He finished up the last of the welding and stomped down on the metal to make sure it would hold. Good. Now he just needed to do one more perimeter sweep and he could go inside and hunker down for the night.