Jak POV
Ever since my good ole buddy Daxter and I got transported to this segregated, bustling, hustling, and as well, dystopia called Haven City, life's been hectic. But I'm glad things are calming down. Dax's still the old flirt he is, even if he is an ottsel now. Keira and I are closer then ever, now that we've been able to spend more time between missions I get assigned. I was hanging out with said girl at the Naughty Ottsel, while waiting for said ottsel, and Daxter never showed. It was getting late, and every second that ticked by, was a tick closer to giving me a heart attack. Just because things slowed down didn't mean bad things still couldn't happen. It wasn't like Dax to forget a party, and definitely not one at the Naughty Ottsel, hosted by his favorite girl, Tess. I stood up and gave Keira a quick peck on the cheek and ran out the door, looking for my best friend. Running through the run down, dirty city in the dark was not fun, lemme just tell ya that right now. I continued running down the street and saw no sign of Dax. I ran to our apartment we got from working here, and it was still pitch black as I had left it. I sighed and decided to call it a night. He'd turn up sooner or later, though I'd prefer sooner.
Daxter POV
I was the man…er…ottsel on top of the world. Flying high. I had it all. Going to a party to be with my sugar plum, flirt a bit here and there, get drunk, ya know, the sweet life. And I just happen to run into a Krimzon guard on my little stroll to the Naughty Ottsel. He took one swift glance at me and picked me up by the scruff. Of course I tried to use my moves on him, but he must be made of some new material, more stronger then I, which is pretty dang strong ya know, 'cause I'm all strong and stuff. He spoke in his monotone, boring voice, "Resistance is futile, you are arrested under the law of Erol." Then he started walking, still holding a struggling me. I can tell you one thing. I fought hard, I bet he was dang tired by the time we reached Erols' torture chambers. But the next thing I knew, there was pressure on my neck and then my vision blanked out.
When I awoke though, I wish I would have stayed out cold. I was chained up to a metal table. Which major-ly irked me to no end. No one uses Daxter as a freaking guinea pig. NO. ONE. I struggled with all the power I had in me. I coulda swore I saw the chains bent a little towards breaking, and I hadn't even started to sweat…a lot anyways. Then big ole' Erol strolled in with his metal headed goonies following with a tray of not fun looking items. I gulped and prayed to every god I knew, that they weren't for me. But I knew…