HI there, I guess I need to say a few things before you guys/gals start reading, this is going to be a very weird mash up and I know I'll need to explain it. For this you can forget X and the Lost frontier, all you need are 1,2, and 3. Also I'm making Jak Mar. The original one. How that plays out is something you can find out in the story. See you on the other side!
Jak knew it was a dream, he knew that he was asleep in his bedroll in the middle of the coastal wastelands near where the marauder stronghold would stand in a few hundred years. He knew Daxter was asleep beside him-probably dreaming of Tess.
But in the past four years in this war he realized that one needs to enjoy the little things. Like a kinky dream every now and then.
The dream itself was something…odd. He knew he was in his room in Spargus, Inside the tallest building in the city with the many wide windows that let light in but the wind often took the oppressive desert heat away.
He was actually in a unique position. Haven City's throne was handed down from parent to child and Damas had been the king until Praxis overthrew him. When the war ended the throne should have been handed back to the old king but he had died meaning Jak was the sole heir. Spargus was different-they acknowledged the strongest warrior as the heir. Again, this meant Jak, seeing as he did save the world and all.
Anyways, he was back in his room and looked over to see a beautiful sight, Keira stood at his desk looking over a paper, most likely a design for her latest toy, her hands gripped the sides of the table as she relaxed, but what grabbed his eye is she was only wearing a shirt. His shirt. Silently pulling behind her his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her to his chest. "Jak what are-" she's cut off as she moans as his lip press just underneath her ear.
But before they could get any further a voice, one he knew very well, called out "My lord!"
Sitting up Jak could hear Daxter groan as he sat up "What now? I was two seconds away from getting my belly rubbed!" the furry one growled as he looked around the ornate tent groggily.
Jak sat up "What is is Hasira?"
The man always was completely covered in the long dusty cloak, only a few times had they seen what lay under, but there was less mystery about him as than any other person Jak had met, he was completely truthful and loyal. And as Jak's second in command (other than Daxter) he was the human that, in this time, he placed the greatest trust in.
The man was kneeling, his head down like he was trying to burn a hole in the floor with his eyes "The Hive is opening."
Suddenly neither Daxter or Jak were sleepy, both were in armor within moments and striding outside the tent onto the desert sand. Looking into the distance he could see what would become the Temple in a few hundred years, the ocean hadn't yet eroded out the islands that he remembered jumping over. But for the moment it was the hive of one of the five Hora-Quan tribes. Looking around Hasira was talking to one of the few captains the army had Jak started "Well, from what I hear Kor was the weakest of the five leaders"
Daxter gulped as he tightened the sleeveless armor Hasira had made for him "W-Well, good thing we don't have to fight them yet."
Jak's smile fell "Yeah, we have to do that when we get back…"
Their hooded friend came back and put his fist over his heart and bowed "The defenders are holding out as well as they can, but unless we get there quickly they shall be overrun."
Nodding the hero said "Is everything in place? After this I-that is-we, all of us won't be coming back."
"The Gun, the City, the Tomb and…the Coffin are all ready Mar." was the answer.
Jak's eyes took on a sad light "Will you follow me Hasira?"
Daxter watched as the man in question took his knife in his gloved hand and carved the symbol that Jak had decided on as his crest into his uncovered palm. The blood dripped down across the sand before turning the gold red "You are the only person I defied the grave for."
The King took a deep breath and looked past the cloak to see the small group of warriors in formation, three thousand would go to save seven hundred from uncountable monsters. "Start the War Songs"
Salaran Hagai whimpered as he looked over the rock, fighting for days had drained his courage. His gun shook in his hand as he fired wilds shots. The small scorpion shaped things curled up with a squeaky cry as three of the eight shots hit their mark. Running was starting to look like the only option that would let him live. His children, their children and their children would remember him as a coward but they would live. Then he took a deep breath as he heard it.
A bellowing low note echoed over the wind and even the Metal Heads paused before their chattering became frantic as they turned to face their new attackers. Mar stepped over the crest of the hill and the sun glinted off the bronze colored armor he wore, with a roar he started a near suicidal rush down the hill that all those behind him followed.
The battlefield turned into Hell. Creatures and men screamed as they tore each other apart. Jak dodged as a spyder gunner launched itself at him only to be met with black claws as his skin turned ashen and he grew into a giant. Atop Dark Jak's head Daxter fired his own gun into the fray, it resembled a flare gun but the compressed Dark eco shots were less of a nuisance and more of a danger than the shape would imply. As Jak made his way deeper into the mass of metal-heads his army was right behind him, meeting the defenders was more or less a given at this point.
Surviving was going to be the gamble.
Hasira continued to bellow out his tribe's war song as it overlapped with the other tribe's, until a weak and weary chant started to come from those ahead. Slowly it grew in volume until it was less to raise their spirits and more to crush their enemy's.
As the final dregs of the Hora-Quan spilled out of their nest Jak allowed himself a moment to survey the area, men and monsters littered the field, blood had turned the desert sand into a sticky mire and those that still fought were on their last legs. Eight hours after the initial charge Jak Mar looked away from the field.
And he paid for it.
As he was shoved aside he heard Daxter's yell and looked to see something he had fought long and hard not to. Hasira's massive frame was holding back a metal-pede, his hands gripped the top two fangs as the creature tried to run him over, failing as his prosthetic arm and leg whirred and gears ground to stop the monstrosity. The world seemed to stop as Jak realized why the Precursors had told him to make the Coffin.
Blood stained his cloak as one of the bottom fangs dug into his friends side. But Hasira had rage. His right hand, his flesh hand pulled back and slammed into the creature, the first made it grunt, the second brought forth a squeal. The third broke the fang that he was still holding off. Quickly he shifted his hands so his right was now holding the unbroken fang and the left drove the shattered weapon into the creature's eye.
Those around him roared in absolute unbridled fury before they charged through the lines of the enemy killing every single one. Jak pulled aside a few and gave them his final orders before he scooped up the fallen Hasira and shoving him into the one vehicle on the field-a small zoomer meant to transport supplies.
Jak knew where he was going. He wasn't happy and Daxter never let him forget that he wasn't happy about it either. But never verbally. Too much was resting on it. The journey that once took him several weeks now only took him a few hours.
There they stood against the dilapidated citadel. The Silos. The long curving ramp that went from the ground to the top shook wildly as the zoomer zipped up. Knowing what was going to be waiting at the top was something he was fully ready for a fight. Stopping the small machine at the ring around the silo he allowed his arm to turn pale and the black lightning seemed to be the key as the doors opened and he peered down into the deep purple-black sludge.
Gol and Maia were floating at the top, both of them stared up at him with blank eyes for a moment before they blinked slowly and seemed to fall asleep and floated face up in the pool. Sighing with relief Jak pulled an odd contraption from the base of the zoomer before stowing the rapidly dying Hasira in it. With a quick prayer of "I hope this works." he closed the glass case, powered up the device and shoved it into the silo before ordering the giant precursor metal to close.
Daxter asked quietly once the doors shut with finality "Why'd we have to stash him in there? Why not Spargus or the Tomb?"
Running a hand across the seal between the two his friend answered "Because in the Silos time will have come to a near complete stop and the Coffin will allow him some time even after it's been opened again."
Both of them knew the massive metal towers would be buried deep within the rocks and sands of the wastelands on the far side of the world from both cities. Undiscovered was the best way to protect him. Men and women would live their entire lives not knowing that anything existed within the silos save the darkness that could destroy them. If they had any inkling of how vast the network of tunnels that delivered the Dark Eco to the world was many would have begged a chance to leave.
Daxter waited until they were back on the hovering machine before he asked "When were they gonna pick us up?"
Jak yelled over the noise as he gunned the zoomer "A few months!" like a horse jerked into action the nose leapt into the air and just before it got back to normal height it dragged them a few feet before it's speed spiked and they took off across the many miles back to the battlefield.
The precursors had taken him back to fulfill his job as Mar. Create the city, make sure everything was good and then disappear. They explained that's what really happened, he-Mar…the one that had already been brought back had faked his death at a young age and been brought back. For the moment things were much different and there were certain objectives that needed to be met. It would take a few more days for the shield wall to be put up and everything brought into the city.
But deep within that deep dark womb of destruction things would not change. Until one day a tendril of thought would touch Gol's mind. The thought was darker than his own and it tugged on him harshly. His sister felt it too and they swam to the coffin that held the man touching the boundaries between life and Death.
Who are you? Maia asked, her mind-voice a whisper.
Why are you here? Gol questioned, his mind was softer than his voice.
But what answered was a resounding voice that both oppressed and rallied them, so loud it shook them and the eco seemed to rippled around him I am here to wait for my king.