DAXTER

Author Note/Disclaimer: this IS NOT my own story, or even my own words. This is basically a novelization of the video game 'Daxter' for the PSP. I don't own any part of this entire affair and would like every reader to know that all I have done is type out the scenes as they appear to me in the video game. I repeat, none of this story is my own work. The point of this story is to give anyone who's played Jak 2, and wishes to know what Daxter was doing in the 2 years he was alone in Haven city, a chance to read about Daxter's adventure. I must stress that this entire story is taken verbatim from the video game. I added nothing to this story.

SPOILER WARNING; IF YOU READ THIS STORY IT WILL SPOIL THE GAME DAXTER. (Or at least it will when I eventually finish it)

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Daxter: Chapter 0 - Prologue

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Narrator: In the great struggle of good verses evil there is often more to a hero than meets the eye. Just as the plants have their hidden roots, and rocks, when turned over, reveal their dark underbelly with all manner of surprises, so to is the great story of Jak, and his epic fight to save Haven city. Every mother's child has heard the story well, but most have only heard half the tale, for as great as Jak was, he would never have succeeded without his often forgotten, but faithful, sidekick, Daxter. In my many years as a sage, and trust me it's a big number, I've learnt one, very important, truth. Behind every great hero, there is always a WISECRACKING, OBNOXIOUS, NINCOMPOOP.

This is his story

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Haven city is a twisting, disorientating maze of dirty, grimy streets that we in such a state of disrepair that if a nuclear bomb blew up the area, most would take the empty hole as an exponentially better improvement over the degraded slums that currently resided. However that doesn't mean that ALL of Haven city is in such a state. Closer to the ports the city's state dramatically improved and most would say that nuclear explosion would only just be a slight improvement.

It is in this area that an old decrepit red and blue flashing sign represents the last Extermination business that exists in the city.

Suddenly, the dirty iron door of the small store slammed open and a red-headed young guy, wearing Khaki pants and a boring shirt, stormed out. "I can't do this anymore. It's too dangerous" He yelled to an old man who slowly followed him out, the old man was a short a dumpy fellow who's brown overalls and cyan short both seemed perfectly in place on their owner, as if he'd been wearing them his whole life. The old man walked out the door and begged the man to come back. "But, but, please, don't leave now. "

Unfortunately for the old man, the other wasn't going to be convinced. "Forget it. Find another crazy sucker, okay." The younger man yelled back in response and he stormed away.

The old man just sighed as the younger man stormed away.

He turned to go back inside when suddenly he heard an almighty roar. His eyes shot up to the destination of the sound and he was amazed to see a enormous white flash that filled the sky with a bright white light. A purple ball of light shot out of the flash, as the flash dissipated, and soared high over head, it's trail fading out like that of a comets.

The ball of light disappeared behind a row of buildings and the extremely loud sound of an enormous crash filled the air.

The old man slowly walked out of his doorway, curious as to what had just occurred. He suddenly found himself running, driven suddenly by the urge to find out what had just happened.

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"Augh" Daxter screamed as he ran between the legs of the thinnest guard. He quickly scampered down the overpass, not noticing that the guards had centred their capture on Jak, in his attempt to evade capture.

"DON'T WORRY, JAK. I'LL SAVE YA BEFORE YOU KNOW IT" He yelled out to his captured partner as he ran away, leaving his friend to be captured by the Krimson Guards. He was so busy yelling out to his friend that he didn't notice the guard standing in front of him; luckily the guard's attention was distracted by the appearance of the old man.

Daxter ran full speed into the guard and they both fell to the ground. Daxter quickly shook himself and jumped back onto his feet and continued to run.

The guard slowly pulled himself to his feet and looked at the old man. "What was that?" The guard asked as he struggled to stand. "Where'd he go?"

The old man smiled as he walked closer. "Where'd who go?" He asked back, feigning ignorance.

The guard huffed "The little, crazy, orange...whatever he is. I'll show him" The Guard, having now finally gotten to his feet started to run after the orange animal, with his gun drawn.

The old man just chuckled, knowing full well that the orange creature had certainly gotten to large a lead to be ever caught by the guard.

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Two Years Later, almost…

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Haven city has many a fine pubs; however our hero, for this story, wasn't in one of them. He was in a dark and dirty pub near Haven city's jail. He stood clumsily on the bar telling all of his great adventures.

"And there I was, toe to toe, with 5, err, fifty five of the nastiest Lurkers you ever saw, suddenly they went at me from the left. So I moved to the right, with a chop, and a kick, and a WOAH" Unfortunately his exaggerated fighting moves were a bad combination with whatever he'd been drinking. His spinning kick brought him too close to the edge and he lost his balance fell backwards off the bar, landing painfully on his head.

Those that had been listening laughed at the Ottsel's misfortune. They went to leave the bar. Daxter quickly tried to get his attention back. "Wait. Come Back. I've got more"

The Ottsel pulled himself back onto the bar top and tried to get the retreating attention back "Err…after I fell down to, err, confuse the Lurkers. I then…awl"

They were gone.

Daxter slumped at the loss of attention. However, an old man came closer and sat on a bar stool next to the orange animal.

"Can you speak up son?" He asked kindly, he apparently was interested in Daxter's story. "My ears aren't what they use to be" He explained to the Ottsel as he subconsciously scratched behind his head. "Now let's here one about how you can knock guards silly with a single blow"

Daxter looked at him confused "What? I can? Oh?...Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah. Those guards don't stand a chance against the old one-two" Daxter stuck out his arm as if to punch.

However the old man grasped one of Daxter's hands firmly and shook it. "Yes, I'm please to meet you to" The old man told him, apparently misinterpreting what Daxter had said.

"I'm Osmo" he informed the small animal. "Proprietor and chief spray technologist of the Kritter Ridder Extermination Company, and let me get right to the point young man. I need someone like you." Daxter smiled.

"Someone with your ingenuity"

"That's me" Daxter boasted.

"Someone with you strength" Osmo continued.

"That's right" Daxter agreed.

"...Your resourcefulness"

"Yep, got it"

"You bravery in the face of certain death"

"WHAT?" Daxter didn't exactly agree with that line. "Okay, move along old man. You had me at hello, but you had to push it"

Osmo didn't really seem to notice this outburst and continued. "In short, would you like to work for me?" He asked Daxter. "I'll make it worth your while"

Daxter, however, wasn't having any of it. 'Forget it, buddy. I don't know nothing 'bout no exterminating...and I HATE BUGS" He turned his back on Osmo "Although, I could always fake it" Daxter mumbled to himself.

Osmo overheard, sorta. "What? You'll take it?" Osmo queried Daxter "Wonderful. Meet me in the shop tomorrow" He picked up his glass in a mock toast to Daxter "Welcome. Welcome aboard"

And with that he turned and left Daxter standing there. The orange fur ball wondered what he'd just gotten thrown into.

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