A/N: Please Place a review. Also Note that when you see JAKANDDAXTER it is just a substitute for 3 centered stars the thingies you do by pressing shift and 8 because it doesnt seem to save that.
Kiwiprince
The dull grey light of dawn shone over Haven City as a thin, bright haired man drove through on a hover-bike. A small ball of orange fur was curled tightly around the mans neck. Suddenly it stretched and stood up on the mans shoulders revealing it as the ottsel it really was.
"Are you crazy Jak!" the ottsel yelled.
Jak grinned as he continued to speed through the city.
"You 're gonna get us killed one day ya know! The ottsel continued as he stamped his left foot lightly on Jak's back.
"Take a chill pill Dax," Jak said. "We won the Kras City Grand Prix didn't we? There's no way a little drive down the street is going to be any trouble."
This information didn't reassure Daxter in anyway – the Kras City Grand Prix was a racing tournament where the competitors sped around a race track trying not only to come in 1st place but also to destroy their opponents with eco weapons in the process. As far as Daxter was concerned, only a loon would enter although at the time they had been poisoned by Krew and the only way to get the antidote had been to win the race for him).
"What'd I do to deserve this," Daxter sighed in exasperation as he sunk into a semi-peaceful state of rest around Jak's neck.
Although Jak seemed to be focusing his full attention on the road he was actually thinking about the events of the night before.
Ashelin had called for a meeting of all the senior members of the Freedom League. The situation in Haven City was growing grimmer by the day as the metalheads attacked more frequently. Ashelin, Torn, Samos, Keira, Onin, Pecker, Jak and Daxter were all sitting around the circular table in the control room along with a three men with battle-worn faces that Jak didn't recognise.
"Jak, these men were friends of your father," Ashelin said.
At this Jak remembered suddenly feeling more interested in who they were and as he stared at them he took in their appearance. They all had low-cut black hair. Now that Jak looked closer he noticed one of them appeared more vicious then the others. He had grizzly black covering most of his face from the nose down and he was thinner then the other two.
When he caught Jak staring he held out his hand. The hand moved so fast that Jak thought a fight was going to break out between them until he realised that the other was just trying to psyche him out.
"I'm Wolf," he said.
Jak shook his hand. The other followed suit and after shaking hands with Jak introduced themselves as Boris and Conan.
Boris was on the chubby side of thin (though he wasn't really fat, certainly several chins thinner then Krew had ever been). He had a kindly look about him and Jak remembered thinking that this was not the face of someone who enjoyed the war.
Conan was large and muscular and his eyes spoke of someone who had seen too more horrors then any one man should ever have to see in his life. His face bore a long diagonal scar that reached from his left eye, around his mouth and down to his chin so that it resembled a C.
"How do I know that you were really friends of my father?" Jak asked.
Wolf looked as if he was about to take what Jak had said as a personal insult but after Conan gave him a stern look he decided against it.
"I wouldn't have expected any less from Damas's son," Boris said as he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the symbol of Mar burned into his skin. Wolf and Conan did the same.
So it's true, Jak thought in surprise. These men had been friends of his father and probably knew him better then anyone. What was he going to say?
Suddenly, Daxter who had been uncharacteristically silent spoke up. "You could have burned those in last night and we wouldn't know the difference!"
Boris sighed as if he had been expecting this. He reached into his cloak which was draped over his chair and withdrew a small grey orb. "Grey eco, the essence of memory," he explained.
"Whose memory?" Jak asked, suspecting he already knew the answer.
"Your fathers," Boris said.
Jak remembered the sharp pain he'd felt as he had reached out to touch the eco along with the shock that came when his mind flashed to an image of the throne room within Haven City's Palace. It could only have been an image of the past seeing as how the palace had been destroyed little more then two years ago.
Wolf, Boris and Conan were standing around the throne where Damas was sitting. None of them carried any of the scars of battle that they had in the present time.
"Lord Damas what should we do?" Wolf asked.
Damas sighed. "Do nothing my friends. It is exile, nothing more."
"I won't serve that scumbag Praxas!" Conan said.
"Neither will I!" Boris said.
"You have many followers in this city Lord Damas," Wolf said. "We could retake Haven by force!"
"No," Damas said. "Fighting amongst ourselves is not going to help anyone. Praxas may be a nasty piece of work but it is the metalheads who are our enemies."
"Isn't there anything we can do?" Boris asked desperately.
Damas thought for a minute. "Yes, there is. Gather my supporters and take them to the desert city of Spargus."
Before either of the three men could ask why, the doors to the throne room slammed open and twelve Crimson Guards walked through. "It is time Lord Damas," their leader said sounding apologetic.
Damas nodded respectfully and allowed them to handcuff his hands. "Don't worry, we will meet again soon. Fare well my friends."
Strangely enough, Jak knew nothing of what happened after he had seen the memory as he had left the building the second it had finished. Jak didn't even know why Wolf, Boris and Conan had suddenly decided to pop in for a visit as he had decided he couldn't deal with any more surprises that night. Now, nine hours later, Jak deeply regretted this decision.
The metalheads were once again attacking the city and Torn had called him ten minutes ago and requested backup. Apparently, every guard in the Freedom League was now under orders to head for Mar's tomb. Something really terrible must have happened for Torn to order everyone there. Jak sighed. It looked as if he was in for another adventure.
A/N: Hope you have enjoyed reading the first chapter. If you have an opinion on how to improve this or an idea that you think should be included then let me know in a review.
