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Chapter 1: Reason within the Madness

Saril has to be the most unappreciative sibling! Drebbil thought. This was the second time that the Krimson Guard member had saved his blond sibling, and still she wouldn't hear his logic for why her big brother served the Baron.

"He's evil!" she screamed, "How do you live with yourself? Baron Praxis has to be the worst ruler Haven City has ever had! I don't see how the Underground isn't filled to the brim with new recruits!"

As if Drebbil weren't dressed in his red Krimson Guard body armor, she keeps his steady gaze, meeting Drebbil's aqua eyes with her own. Their hair didn't match, but their eyes were the perfect identifiers. While Saril's was bright blond, cut to her shoulders, and seemingly windswept to her left, Drebbil's was black, cut short, and styled only because of his hair's need to misplace the left side of his bangs, leaving only his left forehead open to sight.

Still Saril raged at him as Drebbil silently fumed. The Underground operative knew that he did, too. In fact, Drebbil reflected that she always did this when the Krimson Guard was going to blow his top, perhaps postponing the inevitable speech they both had heard so many times.

"Don't you give me that look! I know what you're thinking, Drebbil! He might be protecting us from the outside world, but the only reason he doesn't feed us to the metal heads himself is because he needs a slave force, more recruits for the KG, and more people to fear him!"

At this point, the KG member was silently holding her penetrating, aqua orbs, keeping those burning flames in check with his own. He had sat in a comfy chair the entire time, his helmet beside his left foot. However, now where he had once been leaning on his right fist, he now sat up straight and asked quietly but with full malice, "What do you plan to do once he is gone? Do you think the people will work any better under some republic of drooling idiots? While I don't agree with all his practices, Baron Praxis knows what needs to be done! You call him tyrant! I call him savior!"

Taking a moment, he stood and sighed. How many times had the KG member tried to convince his little sister that the Baron knew exactly how to handle these metal heads? It wasn't that Drebbil didn't love his little sister. No, now that he stood before his sister, his armor giving him a few inches of height over her, the man knew he only wanted to protect his sibling… but she was making it so damned complicated!

Taking a breath, he grabbed Saril by the shoulders as if he were about to shake her into his reality, then explained, "I know it is difficult for you to see the reason to his madness, but I do! All I want to do is protect you Saril, and that is why I joined the KG! We have money, we have security, we are off the streets, and most importantly we are safe from the metal heads!"

Saril jumped down his throat as she pushed him off and replied, "We might have all these things, but no one else seems to… By the precursors, Dreb, just look around you! We live in the slums, so surely when you walk outside you see it! Some of these souls don't have food or money or homes, and the Baron preys on those the most… can't you see that?"

Finally, she turned away and walked towards the door which led to a staircase. In their apartment on the third floor, they lived only a ten minute walk from the Underground HQ. That was surely where she was going now…

Placing a large, armored hand on the door in this cramped space, he asked her, "Do you intend to go back after I just saved your ass from prison? Stop this foolishness, Saril! If you wish to help those people, start a soup kitchen for the love of the precursors! Don't endanger yourself like this…"

"Torn knows what the city needs! Stop trying to defend the defenseless, it's worthless, Dreb!" she cried.

"No," he retorted quietly, "What is worthless is this little, backwater gang. One day, Saril, I will have enough. I will report every one of those traitors."

Finally looking at him with tears falling down that beautiful face, Saril jumped back, "You do, and I go with them!"

"Please, Saril…" he begged now, his face becoming soft.

"No," she shouted, "Not until the Baron is out of that throne, Dreb!'

With that, she pushed him. It wasn't enough to move him in that heavy armor, but Drebbil saw how lost the cause was. Dropping his arm, the KG member allowed his sister to move to the door. It slid open and, without looking, Dreb knew his sister had gone. Then the sliding door closed, leaving the KG to sulk in his living room as he stood back to the door, staring at a worn, burned picture on the wall.

In the picture, a blond man with a beard and sideburns smiled as he held up a little blond girl on his shoulder. On the other side, one could see little Drebbil hugging someone's arm, but the face of the woman was burned away, leaving only long, black hair available to sight on the left side. An armored hand moved to the guard's temple as Drebbil looked at his family, the dead and the living.

A burst of static came from his helmet as a small voice echoed words too faint to hear. Quickly scooping up the red, metal head piece, Drebbil soon donned it and caught the end of he next burst, "... status, Private Drav!"

Locking the helmet in place, the gaurd left the apartment as well, stomping down the rubbish-littered staircase as he replied in the edited voice his facemask gave him, "Sorry Lieutinent, I am currently in Sector 5."

"Why are you not in Sector 8, as you are suppost to be this week, Private?"

Lying, Dreb quickly replied, "I was following suspicious activity, Lieutinent."

"Do you need backup?"

"No," Dreb quickly backtracked as he made it out into the overcast day. Off in the distance, the KG member could see his sister placing a worn, green hat over her head as she continued towards the dead-end ally that was farther down. "It was only a mistake on my part."

"Don't you remember that you are to report all suspicious activity, Private?"

He did, but quickly lied again, "Um, no sir. It slipped my mind. The orders were only given two days ago because of the prison break."

Silence for moment (which really got Drebbil's heart beating), then the Lieutinent replied, "I suppose it is undrstandable this time, Private Drav. I will see no one else knows. Get to your sector now!"

"Thank you, Lieutinent. Next time I will call for backup immediantly."

"See to it, Drav."

With that, Drebbil turned way opposite of Saril's hurried direction and walked slowly towards the bazaar. That was close, but luckily Kygian was th one monitoring the suit blips. Most anyone else would have reported Dreb on the spot.

Request: This is an idea I had while reading other fanfiction of Jak and Daxter, so tell me if you like it. Unfortuately, I haven't played Daxter or Final Fronteir (working on it), but I intend to soon. If there is anything that I mess up on story wise, don't hesitate to flame me for it! (Unless it is from Daxter or Final Fronteir... I don't like spoilers!) Reviews are nice, for it making me believe that you actually care, which in turn makes me believe I have a life!