Kras City Champions: A New Era
By: Sky Lark Turner
Rated: M- For Language, Slashing and other lovely developments
Summary: Jak and crew are back for another season of Kras City combat racing! But this year it's Razer who is causing an uproar. With him and the heartless Erol making a pact to do Jak in, who will survive this year when a new sport brings a mysterious Icelander to the streets of Kras and the tracks.
Genre: Adventure, Romance, Slash
Disclaimer: I'll ask Daxter to do this part for me…
Dax: All right all you adrenaline junkies and -shudder- slash fans, this here chick owns absolutely nothing, got that? Nothing! of the Jak and Daxter series. We all belong to those Naughty Dog geeks who are just kewl enough to create such an awesome game. Got it?
Me: -pst- What about my OC?
Dax: Ah well… You can have that chick… Tess will get mad at me if I bring another OC gal home with me…
Me: Sweet! Now… Let's get on to the main attraction… Razer!
Dax: What! Stupid slash-girl with your accented men… How can you not like me!
Me: Can I get on with this yet?
Dax: So long as I get the last word….
Me: Yeah?
Dax: SLASHER!
Chapter 1: Old Faces, New Twists
"Welcome race fans!" The image of a feathered multicolored moncaw flashed across millions of television screens from the Wasteland to Icelands and every city in between. "I'm your host, Pecker, and I'd like to welcome everybody back to another exciting season of combat racing!" The abnormal bird let out a loud squawk. "This year we have plenty of familiar, returning faces, including last year's Champion, Jak!" The lens widened to include the young champion, yellow and green buzz cut hidden beneath driving goggles. His standard racing outfit of blue and tan was dulled by the bright orange of the furry Ottsel on his shoulder. "So Jak," said Pecker, "Anything you'd like to say to your fans?"
"Yeah!" The orange Ottsel cried. "We got something to say. Orange Lightning Daxter and his partner Jak are ready to rip up this town!"
"I was talking to Jak!" Pecker shot at Daxter. "I didn't ask you, mangy fur ball!"
"What did you call me, egg boy?" Daxter hunched on Jak's shoulder to pounce on the flapping host.
"Easy, Dax," Jak's gruff voice stayed his friend on his perch before turning to the camera. "We're ready for anything this year, and out team's gonna win it…"
"Thank you, Jak… Squawk!" Pecker flapped past Jak to a young business woman in an olive skirt and blouse. Her dark blue hair was pinned back from her tanned skin in an elaborate bun. "And now, I'd like to introduce to you all my lovely, new co-host, Rayn."
"Thank you, Pecker," Rayn spoke in her brisk formal voice. "Along with last year's champion, we have returning this year the past Kras City racing champion, Razer. Any words to the folks at home?"
A broad shouldered gentleman took the slot nest to Rayn. His raven black hair slicked back from a pale chiseled face and emerald eyes. Red racing coat with blue collar and cuffs contrasted with his powder blue undershirt and yellow gloves. "But of course, Rayn," his thick Northern accent rolled off his tongue; green eyes narrowing in a quick scowl as he said Rayn's name aloud. "Last year was quite an upset in the sport, but this year, the other racers and myself plan to return it to the rightful balance of sorts." Razer's thin lips curled at the corners in his classic smirk.
Just then the pixel screen shut off as Jak set the remote down onto the low table before the couch. "Let's just see him try…" Jak growled and wrapped his arms around a blue-green haired girl, who was sitting beside him.
"Don't worry Jak," the girl laid a reassuring hand on his chest. "This nobody will stop you with me as your mechanic!" The girl remarked full of pride with a peck a peck on Jak's cheek.
"I know…" Jak turned to look at the girl; her eyes were sparkling green against her powdery skin. Suspenders slung over her shoulders and cut top, which showed an ample amount of cleavage and midriff to Jak's likes, and held oversized cargo pants from the curve of her hips. Smiling, Jak leaned in to kiss her, curling his arm to pull her ontop of him as he lay down across the couch. "Marry me, Keira…" Jak requested softly, looking straight into her playful eyes.
"What?" Keira sat up on top of Jak. Her legs straddled his groin and hands propped on his chest as she looked at him in shock for a moment, jaw hanging.
She saw a small smug look come across Jak's face as he folded his hands behind his head. "Please?" He continued.
"Well," Keira thought about the proposition of marriage. It had been less than a year ago, after Jak had won the Kras City championship that they had finally made their relationship official. Since then, they both enjoyed returning back to Haven City as a full fledged couple. However, her father Samos the Green Sage, was still getting used to the fact, which took him by surprise whenever he caught them together. "Why don't we make it through this season and then we'll see…" She smiled hopefully.
Jak's blue eyes dimmed from the brush-off and instead turned to staring at her exposed stomach. He slide his hands up Keira's thighs to her behind, squeezing gently causing her to inch farther up his body. A smirk forming on his lips as Keira giggled softly, he continued up her body, working his way up her sides. Eyes gained a hungry glint as he traced his fingers from the flat of her abdomen up under her shirt to cup her breasts in his hands, rubbing his palms over her smooth skin.
"Jak!" Keira gasped and giggled again. She still could not resist the urge to laugh; she was ticklish to his touch. She smiled and lowered herself down onto him again as their lips parted to wrap their tongues together, slowly, intimately. Keira's arms moved to enclose him to her, feeling Jak's body relax beneath her. He gave a small groan as their legs intertwined.
"Yeah Jak!" a loud grating cheer broke the sounds of the couples breath. "Whoot! Way to get some buddy!" Keira and Jak split instantly to see the fuzzy form of Daxter bouncing on the shoulder of a tall, brawny Wastelander decked in tan and fur that appeared white next to his sun-baked skin.
"Whoops," the man chuckled in a deep, hearty voice; green eye flashing as the other was covered beneath an imbedded lens. "Sorry about that, cherries. Next time I'll remember to knock first!" The Wastelander slung his huge Peacemaker blaster from his back to set it in a corner behind the trophy cases.
"It's okay, Sig," Jak stood up, looking a little less than pleased to see his long time friend and ally. Nonetheless, he still wrapped his arm around Keira's waist as she gathered herself together. "Where's Ashelin and Torn?" Jak asked as Daxter hopped on over to the back of the couch, sitting on the ledge with the sunken seats met the floor and railing.
"Eh, they're probably doing some body work," Daxter commented off-handedly, hitching up his Ottsel sized pants in as masculine a fashion as his small otter-like body could muster. "Right Jak? A little tune up before the first race of the season?" Daxter prodded, snickering.
"Well don't go looking too far," a casual feminine voice stated as the figure of Rayn walked through the door. Behind her a tattooed pair in black and red combat suits followed. The woman was a buxom red head with an attitude to match her siren physique, which could have been none other than Ashelin. While her partner, Torn was of a scrawny built which had been filled by the bulkiness of muscles, giving him a hunched appearance if he did not stand fully straight. Along with a steely expression, the man appeared ready to attack at anytime beneath his stony shell of discontent. "I wanted to talk to you all before the race started." Rayn declared.
"What's up Rayn?" Keira asked, recovering from the interruption earlier.
"Well, I wanted first to thank you for coming back this year; it really means a lot to me. But I must warn you. Now that Mizo is gone, I'm afraid I have no control over the drivers."
"I thought we settled this when Jak blew up Mizo last year…" the sultry voice of Ashelin stated.
"Yes, and even though the bosses of Kras City accepted the takeover," Rayn continued in dismay. "Razer and the other refused to race for us. There's no way we can control what goes on now on the track."
"Nobody can control the track…" Jak stated darkly, images of burning wreckages of metal and exploding cars passed through his mind. It did not surprise him that Razer had taken Mizo's place as the leader of the Kras City racers; he was the forerunner of all the drivers.
"True, but that's not all you need to watch out for. This year we've opened up the competition to racers from all over. We have a new driver from the Icelands and another from Haven City. They say he's the champion speeder driver, probably came here for the street racing as well…"
"Street racing?" Jak asked, distracted from his thoughts of speeder racing back in Haven City; somebody must have beaten his record.
"Seems speeder races have become very popular in the night life, they're even harder to control than the combat racers… Most of them are kids who can't afford to go into combat racing, so they race speeders for some quick cash." Rayn said with disappointment. She wondered if her deceased rival had had this many problems with the business.
"Yeah, but what's this flyboy's name?" Sig interrupted, getting back to the point of the conversation.
"His name is Erol," Rayn remarked without hesitation.
"Erol!?!" Daxter screamed as everyone's face dropped. "He's supposed to be dead! Blown up! Deceased! Dust in the wind! Jak killed the bastard twice!" Daxter was bouncing up and down in exasperation, making up for Jak's gaping jaw and his stunned look. "It's impossible! Impossible!" His little chest was gasping as he tired to catch his breath.
"That man's like a cockroach…" Torn said in his naturally foreboding tone, "Every time you think you've killed him, he just finds another crack to crawl out of…"
"Well this time," Jak remarked looking as menacing as ever, "I'm gonna make sure he stays dead…"
"Ha, good luck," Ashelin scoffed.
"Yeah, but this time it's all of us on the track and just one of him…" Sig contradicted in his up-beat, determined nature.
"Let's just hope he doesn't think to organize with Razer," Rayn said downhearted from what the others where saying about this Erol fellow.
"What about the other racer? Does Erol have any connection with him?" Keira asked, remembering Rayn mentioned something along those lines earlier.
"She," Rayn shuffled amongst her notebook of papers she carried with her at all times. "I know she's from the South, so I don't think there's anyway Erol would know her, or Razer for that matter. Yes," Rayn held up a profile from the stack, "Sheila Owen is the new wildcard for this season."
"Eh, she doesn't sound too tough." Daxter waved his paw through the air to show he was unconcerned. "Me and Jak will have nooo problem takin' down a girl!"
"Oh really?" Keira asked in a sly manner, and Daxter was suddenly facing two perturbed women who were twice his height.
"Now, now ladies," Daxter backed away from the advancing females, an awkward grin of futile cuteness spreading across his whiskers in fear. "I think we can all agree that you two are the exceptions," he chuckled anxiously, "Right? Girls?... WAAAAAAHHHHH!"
All of the spectators of the room gave a unanimous wince as Ashelin and Keira dove on the furry Ottsel. From outside, a horn blew signaling the approaching start of the first Red Eco Cup race. With a pitying glance to the two ladies and a hair ball, the others quietly made the excuses of tune-ups and other preparations to escape the massacre.
A Note from Yours Truly: Yes, Yes, I know... Everyone's thinking it so I'm saying it... EROL'S SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! And even if he's not he's still a messed up cyborg... Well I'm throwing all that out the window folks... I think you'll agree with me when we like the WHOLE Erol to be in these fics. And as for this Sheila chick, don't worry... I'll try to work her in slowly so as not to scare people off... Oh yes, Forgive me in advance if the characters are not quite cannon...I'm doing my best people! Have mercy and Review!