So... things look pretty bad here.

Okay, 'bad' was an understatement. Have you ever dealt with a maniacal space parasite bent on destroying all life and bending the universe to his will? Have you dealt with said parasite commandeering a deathmachine?

Have you dealt with said parasite suddenly boosted up by the power of one's deepest, darkest fears, limbs twisting in various directions and voice even more broken and distorted than what it usually was?

Probably not.

He's barely able to block a quick, metallic blow from the creature, skidding back a few feet and already looking worse for wear. Without the backup of his friend, without Clank...

No. He could do this.

Awwww, what's the matter, Lombax? I expected more of a fight.

Another metallic clang, followed by a squealing, sinister laugh.

But then again, I hadn't pegged your species as fighters to begin with! EHAHAHAHA.

The Lombax swiftly dodges an influx of missiles, somehow much faster, and far more deadly than he remembered. A few exploded just inches away, knocking the catlike alien momentarily off his feet.

Using this to his advantage, one of Tachyon's elongated claws spin out, wrapping around the Lombax's leg and attempting to drag him through yet another wormhole.

Come, Lombax. I'll show you true oblivion!

The water is calm. The air is hot and balmy, the type of heat that makes it easy to long for a drink. It's crowded like any good cruise line would be, and the ship has all the amenities and comforts of home.

But something is wrong with the way the passengers move. It's as if they're unaware of their surroundings, shuffling aimlessly and blindly forward with their eyes on something else, somewhere else. They seem pale and thin, almost transparent. They are the spirits of the departed.

The only one who seems to move normally, is Lethe. She seems to find nothing wrong with the situation as she steps forward to greet her guest.

"Let's make this journey together," she offers, with a slightly cool smile. It's rare for mortals to have this opportunity. They should be grateful.