Meowen: Well, time for heck lot of one-shots. I got the idea when I thought about the fact here's not many stories about Sig, Pecker, The Sculptor and The Geologist, Samos, Erol...
Muse: If someone here has many stories, then is it Erol!
Meowen: Aah, so you're around! That's why I got so many one-shot ideas!
Muse: Forget that now, we've a story to tell!
Meowen: And we starts with... Drags a paper out of the file... a story about the time during Sig was working for Krew!
Muse: What's the reason to put out a story like that?
Meowen: The reason for everyone else: Just feel for it. Now let's do it!
The stories behind us 1: Sig's story
(Pre-Jak 2)
It was a cool and rainy night when a young Sig, maybe around the 20, wandered into Hip Hog Saloon .He had already been Wastelander for quite long time, when he returned to his old hometown five months earlier. The city which had threw him out for many, many reasons.
But he was back in other business than to be nostalgic and teary-eyed: Damas, the king of Spargus had sent him on a mission to find his son Mar, and take him to Spargus if possible. It wouldn't be easy.
But Sig had the '' luck '' to meet a fat but helping owner to a bar. Krew, who against some... hmm, trophy hunts ( Read: Suicide missions), made a promise to help him find the kid. Sig himself thought he had a great luck, and with nearly manic eagerness he started to collect trophies for Krew's behalf.
How easy isn't it to believe the best about everyone?
Now when Sig stood there, he couldn't help he was a little bit nervous. The trophy hunting hadn't gone so good as he had hoped tonight, and the crap he actually had got was nothing to talk about. In same second he thought that, Krew hovered down in front of him.
'' Is it you 'ey? What you get out there at Pumping Station?''
Sig looked down at his metalplated boots, slowly strapping off a small leather bag from his belt. Krew's eyes widened.
'' Aaah, you make me proud Sig... claws from a Slinger, huh?''
Sig yet not answered, and looked down in the bag he had. But when Krew tried too see, the Wastelander quickly closed it.
'' Mmm, you remembered to gimme a sweet birthday surprise, isn't so? The teet from a Ram Head, huh?'' Krew smirked.
Sig swallowed. He hated to make people angry, and that's allowed even Wastelanders. He slowly opened the bag.
'' It's not exactly what you wanted...''
He letted the small skull gems of a stinger rattle down on the counter.
Krew slowly became crimson inhis face, and then he spoke with a voice that could turn water to ice.
'' Sig, when I asked you for some trophies, I didn't mentoined crap like this!''
The fatty grabbed a handful of the gems, and threw them in Sig's face.
'' Gimme a new trophy, or you will get more troubles with to find that thing !''
With those words, Krew hovered cursing into his office and closed the door.
Sig turned slowly around to the counter, where the blonde bartender Tess already poured up a blue liquid in a dirty glass.
'' Dont care about him, he's pissed off because the biz is running up and down''. .
Sig took a deep sip of the drink, feeling how the warmth returned to his frozen fingers.
'' Why you care in to keep work for Krew, anyway?'' Tess asked suddenly.
Sig stared at his own reflection in the mirror a second, before he spoke.
'' Let's say I'm searching for a thing here in Big Smoke, but what is best left unsaid, cherry.''
'' Maybe that... if you say so'' the blonde girl stated.
In next second, the fatty came out from the office.
'' You people make me SICK!'' he growled, his chins bobbed. '' You don't work, you don't pay your drinks...''
Sig raised from the chair, putting away the glass with a low thump.
'' Listen, Cherrie here does not gonna work before you start to treat her better!'' He placed his beloved Peacemaker as a barrier between the fat man and the blonde girl. The death weight stared angrily at the black elf.
'' Oh well, you two like to be mascots of the month, don't ya? You'll regret this, Sig. I promise!''
Krew growled loudly, and hovered away.
When he had closed the door to his office again, Tess leaned over the counter until she almost touched Sig's nose.
''We should tell Krew a thing or two'' she whispered,knowing nodding against the office door.
The hard Wastelander looked at it, thinking at what she had said. He was actually tired of to wait at any help from the fatty, and run around as an unpaid scrap hunter.Tess last comment made him to take the decision.
'' Do you really believe he's going to help ya with to find that kid, Bad boy?'' She fired a glimmering smile in the wastelander's direction.
'' He says so'' muttered the Wastelander, and took another sip of the liquid. Tess shook her head in disbelief over what she had heard.
'' Stop dream man, he's just putting your catches up in his office. Walk in there and see it with your own eyes!''
Sig's eye widened a second. Then he resolute emptied the glass, and putted it back on the counter with a low scraping.
'' Maybe you're right cherrie, I'll go talk to him and say him a thing or two''.
With those words, the black elf made his way over to the office, and opened the door. Krew muttered when he saw the Wastelander come in.
'' You again 'ey? Already done with the mission, mmmm?''
Sig pointed a glovecovered finger on the bartender.
'' Listen fatty, we'll have a nasty thing to discuss: I don't gonna lift MY worned butt from the chair a second, before you give me the payback I deserve!''
Krew turned slowly around, his small eyes fixed in a scornful gaze.
'' Sig, Sig, Sig...I should tell ya this... I can't remember I promised ya any help''.
Krew noticed how the wastelander's good eye flashed, and continued smirking.
'' Deals in real are written in black and white, mmmm? But we never putted anything down,'ey. But I have a contract here...''
The fat man hovered down into the mahogny desc in the middle of the room, and returned with a file of paper.
'' I took me the free to already sign this for you, read and enjoy, heh heh!''
Sig stared at the Precursor letters.
Hereby I, Sig from the Wasteland, promise to do missions for Krew until the day he unfortunately dies. If I would try to break this contract, he will tell the Krimzon Guards that a renegade from Wasteland hasreturned back into the Big Smoke, and I can say good bye to this world.
Sig the Wastelander
'' And now, your little bloodsucker... head out!'' Krew pointed Sig hardly in the chest with a fat finger.
Sig made an invisible swallow, and turned around, his head still holded high, but his heart heavy as a stone.
Outside the saloon, he slowly started to walk against the Pumping Station.
It had never been so hard to find a kid.
Meowen: End at the firsth one of my oneshots. Enjoy the slight SigTess, and... Krew, what ever.
Muse: Krew? Where? Nah, just kidding. Read and review, and meanwhile we write another multichaptered story! Now I want my strawberrydrink! Hello Meo, whatcha thinking at?
Meowen: Aaah, time for some un-necessary knowledge: Torn's name is in swedish a word for '' tower''. Jak's name is in swedish a word for ''yakkow''. Sig's name is in swedish '' oneself'', Vin's name is ''wine'', Gol's name is '' crowed'' ( as an cock), Kor's name is ''cows''. Heh.
Muse: After this blah blah blah I really need a strawberrydrink. Review!
Meowen: Hrrrm, and yeah Muse, you can stopmake fun of what I'm talking about, maybe I decide to don't let ya eat ofthebirthdaycake!
Muse: Crap!Well, read and review, I have to go and fight for that cake! Meo, is it tuna on it?