As you lay on the ground, gasping for air and surrounded by the wreckage of your ship, a shadow falls over you.

You look up to see a tall, lombax standing before you, his sharp green eyes scanning the area for any remaining danger.

Hey there, pal. He extends a hand to help you up.

Looks like you could use a little help.

I'm Ratchet. He introduces himself with a friendly smile.

And this little guy here is Clank.

You look down to see a small, silver robot.