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Summary: Ashelin finds hidden documents based on the notorious Dark Warriors Program. Jak learns of this and wants them gone. However, the documents are later stolen and word has come out that theres a new danger approaching. One that nobody has ever seen before.
"Character speaking."
'Character thinking'
Prologue
Erol has been defeated, the Metal Heads were just about gone, and the Dark Precursors have been destroyed. There was still evil lurking in the shadows, but they didn't seem big enough to disrupt the two cities new founded peace. They had been blessed with momentary peace.
The peace in Haven City was being threatened, however. Nobody knew, except for the Barron's daughter, just what threatened their peace. And she sure as hell didn't plan on letting anyone know about it either. But this new threat had a connection to a dear friend of hers. A friend of whom she believed had the right to know: Jak.
Jak was watching over his new home: the City of Spargus. Sig, who was originally supposed to be the King of Spargus, gave up his chance and gave the title of King to Jak. He did remain second in command, however, and watched the city when Jak was absent.
The people didn't mind. They loved Jak as much as they adored Sig. Those who challenged Jak and Sig were immediately put in their place. It became clear as to why these two were chosen as the leaders of the City of Spargus.
Daxter, self proclaimed 'Orange Lightning' and Jak's best friend, stayed with Jak. He made sure to make things a little more humorous to keep Jak's sanity in place. He still kept in touch with his girlfriend, and often visited her, but he mainly stayed by Jak's side.
Jak was currently resting on his fathers throne. His eyes were closed; he was exhausted from barely sleeping the night before. For some odd reason he had been getting dreamless dreams, or if he remembered them, they were foggy and based around the innocence of a ghostly female child.
He was startled out of his thoughts when Daxter called out his name. The small orange ottsel was running towards him saying, "We just got news from Ashelin! She said that she found documents talking about the Dark Warriors Program!"
Jak's eyes narrowed. Sitting up and straightening himself out, he watched his friend jump on the shoulder of the throne. "The Dark Warriors Program?" he asked. "There were documents?"
"Uh, yeah. How else do you think they conducted research?" Daxter said. He frowned seeing Jak turn his head away. All of the memories of that dastardly place were replaying themselves in his mind. It changed him, and he wasn't sure if it was for better, or for worse.
"When did the news arrive?" Daxter was about to answer when another voice replied for him.
"Just now, Jak. It's good to see that you are doing alright." Ashelin's voice echoed throughout the room. She exited their makeshift elevator and approached Jak. "I thought you had the right to know."
She raised up the folder containing the main items of their discussion. "It was discovered by one of the Krimzon Guards late last night near the Palace ruins."
Jak hadn't noticed his friend crawling onto his shoulder. He was far too busy glaring at the documents, and imagining what he would do to them. Boy, if only looks could kill.
Jak moved off of his throne and approached her. She gave the documents to him without question. "They're very detailed. It thoroughly explained each step taken, and what each reaction was. Your name was just about everywhere."
"What about the others?" Jak asked. "Have they seen these?"
"No, but I suspect Torn already knows. I've been trying to keep it a secret until you were notified. When I first got my hands on them and read them, I believed it was you who should decide their fate." Rage was burning inside of Jak. But he kept control of himself.
"If you want," she began, "I can take these back to Haven City, and see if there is a way we can get rid of the Dark Eco inside of you."
Jak almost laughed. "I doubt there's a cure. They wouldn't focus on something merciful like that. Also, I was the only survivor. I don't think they tried anymore after I escaped. They were probably more focused on getting me rather than going through the trouble of finding another who could survive their torment. Besides, the focus of that entire operation was to create, not cure, a monster."
He carefully took the documents from her hands. He eyed them, resisting the urge to rip them to shreds. What could he do with them? There was nothing good that would come from them. What about his other friends? Wouldn't they like to destroy them? Or watch them be destroyed? Yes, they would. It would be better to have an audience to watch these abominations burn.
"I've decided we will bring these to the others." Jak said. "I would love to burn these motherfuckers now, but I think the others should have a say in this as well. Although I'm sure they would agree to burn them. Make sure word of this doesn't get out. Keep it among us. The less people who know about it, the better."
Ashelin nodded. "We'll be at Haven City. I'm sure you know the spot that I'm talking about." She approached the makeshift elevator to depart.
"Ashelin," Jak called. She turned back with a questioning look. "Thank you."
She smiled and left without another word. He watched her until she vanished completely from his sight. He felt grateful to her for bringing this to his attention. If these had fallen into the wrong hands… God knows what would happen.
Daxter sat on the arm of the throne. "So, what are we going to do with them in the meantime?"
"I'd love to burn them. The very sight of them disgusts me." Daxter nervously chuckled, "Well, buddy, should I take them away so that you don't burn them before the meeting?"
"That would probably be best." Jak growled. He tossed the folder over to his friend. "I'm going to lie down. I'm exhausted."
Jak lingered in the throne room for a bit longer after his friend left. He wandered to the large windows that rested behind the throne. The landscape of the wasteland reminded him of his many adventures, and the many times he narrowly escaped death.
Letting out a sigh, he hoped that he would be able to get some rest tonight. Hopefully, the nightmares wouldn't take hold.
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Daxter decided to hide the documents in his favorite room on the other side of the Palace. The Palace was huge, and it's hallways were like a maze. He felt confident that even if anyone got inside the Palace, they wouldn't be able to get out. Not without a guard escorting them out anyway.
The room wasn't at all big. It contained all the regular furniture that any house would have; a table, an armchair, a couch, a fireplace, and some bookshelves. Nobody really used the room besides Jak and Daxter. The two of them used it as a place of relaxation. When Jak wasn't out in the desert scaring the crap out of his best friend, that is.
After looking over the room for a perfect place to hide the documents, he eventually decided to hide them on top of one of the bookshelves. Nobody would've thought to look up there! He climbed to the top of the selected bookshelf, and put it near the wall so that nobody could reach up and grab it. Once he was satisfied with the location, he jumped down, turned off the lights to the room, and waltzed out proudly.
Once Daxter was out of sight, a shadow moved. The shadows figure was that of a slim male. The hood of the cloak that he wore concealed his face. He darted into the room, and examined it for the prize in which he desired. It took him a bit to figure out where his prize was, but once he found it, he moved the furniture in the room to get it. Once his hand grasped a hold of the documents, a sly, evil smirk spread across his face.
He was just getting down when he heard footsteps. Forgetting to move the furniture back in its place, he quickly hid beside one of the bookshelves. He waited there until the footsteps passed the room. He snuck to the door, and poked his head out. There were only two guards patrolling the area.
He ran out of the room, and accidentally hit one of the vases in the hallway. It crashed, and the noise echoed throughout the hallway and immediately alerted the guards. He wasted no time, and ran for it. The guards chased him, but lost him after he maneuvered himself carefully through the maze like hallways.
The guards, after losing their suspect, ran off to notify their superior about the robbery. Although they weren't certain if it was robbery, or just a break in. Either way, they had to notify their superior. Their superior would then notify Jak and Daxter.
When they found out, hell would be set loose. And once again, evil threatened their peace.