Hello everybody! This is the sequel to The Altered journey that most of you have been waiting for all this time. Now that we all know that this journey has been altered and is now a new adventure, this story will show how different it is and possibly pose a few more questions to keep you all buzzing around for more. Here's the summary for this.


Summary: After an exploration attempt gone wrong, Jak and Daxter found themselves in an unfamiliar city filled with dangers that neither of them knew existed. They crashed-landed in Haven City, a place where trouble is around every corner that you turn. Upon a few minutes of being there, they were accosted by a man by the name of Errol, the commander of the military group called the Krimzon Guard, or KG for short, a bunch of corrupted men under the control of an even worse corrupted leader, General Praxis.

By living through sheer instinct alone, both teens have survived the many threats the city had to throw at them while also making a couple of new friends along the way. On the same token, they have made new enemies, namely the baron of the city and Commander Errol who seems to have some obsession with wanting to capture them. Their reason for doing so: to subject them to an inhumane experiment created and funded by members of the Haven City council.

After managing to narrowly dodge a bullet and escaping from captivity by their sworn enemies with the help of their new friend, a man by the name of Sig, the man and his partner bring both teens to where they worked, one of the base of operations for The Resistance, a group of rebels set on trying to overthrow the corruption of Haven City and help fix the problems caused by it. After having a long talk with the leader of the group, Torn, and learning that they were somehow thrown over two hundred years into the future, Jak agreed to join the group on their crusade for a free city; Daxter grudgingly followed along with the idea, although he deep down really wanted to also help out with things.

Now that both teens are members of The Resistance, this allows them more freedom to move around the city and the ability to explore while on mission. With this great mobility with them, they now have the chance to try and find their friends Samos and keira, who both had came here with them and were separated. Even though they weren't sure if they were here in the city or even in the same time frame as them, they held onto hope as they continued looking while working for The Resistance.

Unfortunately for them, something dark is stirring under their noses. Despite this great change in pace for their lives, they are still always in constant danger. And unlike those they experienced back at home at Sandover, this kind of danger is nothing to be confronted with a smile. This is no longer fun and games for our heroes who were forced to quickly grow up so as to adapt to this hellish life. They could be killed at any moment, and they live every single day fighting to survive as they commit to job after job.

We now start the story just after Jak and Daxter have finished the first part of a mission they were assigned to by the Resistance.


Chapter 1: Jak and Daxter, Members of The Resistance

"Hey, do you think that you can try driving this hunk of junk just a bit more carefully big guy?" Daxter shouted out over the roar of a Zoomer as he and Jak shot through the skies of Haven City. "I would like to hold on to both my lunch and the rest of my beautiful fur that hasn't fall off because of all the stress I've been under, you know? This is starting to feel more like a stupidly crazy rollercoaster ride instead of a simple locate and retrieval mission we're supposed to be on. That and I think you're about to finally succeed in making me feel carsick for the first time in my life."

"Sorry, but I don't really feel like slowing this thing down, so you're just going to have to live with the speed I'm moving at," the blond teen responded as he kept his eyes on the road in front of him and dodged both cars in front of him and incoming ones. He had his goggles over his eyes to prevent himself from becoming blind from a bug or something that might have been flying right in his path and to allow him to better see whatever it is that might want to hit them from behind or shoot them out of the air from somewhere on the ground thanks to the warning program built into the red lens. "I guess you're just going to have to hunker down and live with it. And besides, your mind's never too focused on one thing for too long for you to be getting carsick anytime soon."

"Jak!" the Ottsel with orange and yellow fur that could easily be mistaken for a small blazing flame managed to exclaim loudly before the roar of the engine overtook out his voice and they began moving at a speed faster than before. The poor animal, who also had his goggles on that did little to help him stay on the insanely moving vehicle, barely managed to grab a hold of the teen's blue biker jacket collar as he felt his feet leave his perch on his shoulder from the sudden burst of speed. He then shouted louder in an attempt to make his anger clear to his buddy but only managing to make whatever words he said sound just above a very soft murmur, "If you don't start slowing this moving deathtrap down, I swear I'm going to kill you the moment we get back to our apartment with my own two furry little hands!"

"That's pretty close to the same thing that you said the last time we went on a ride like this Dax," the teen shouted back as he weaved through a couple of Zoomers he thought were moving too slow. "You didn't exactly follow up on your threat to kill me by falling asleep right on top of my chest."

"Oh yeah?" the animal spat out as he managed to plant his two feet on the firm shoulder and readjusted his grip on the tuft of blond hair that had grown slightly longer over the time they have lived in Haven City. "So what if I don't really follow up on my threats to kill you? I'll just find other ways to punish you. See if I'm going to be curled up on top of you tonight if we live through your crazy driving.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be sleeping on top of me tonight. Last I checked, you can't generate your own body heat ever since you turned into an Ottsel, so you either sleep on top of me or look for someone else to cuddle up with. You'll only end up punishing yourself," the blond added with a half-grin as pushed down hard on the gas pedal, forcing the engine to rev loudly so as to purposely drown out the impending response that he knew would come from his buddy.

It had been about three or so months since both Jak and Daxter found themselves in a new place tethered with its own set of adventures and dangers, dangers deadlier than what they were used to living through. However, thanks to the blond teen's ability to think quickly on his feet when put in the middle of a life or death situation, the two have adapted rather nicely with life in Haven City, although they were still used to the subtleness and quietness their old home, Sandover, had to offer them. And through those life and death situations, they learned that this city was not as peaceful as their village home used to be.

And during those three months they spent getting used to city life and the dangers it offered, they also learned more about the place they were now forced to call home and the troubles they were having, both internally and externally. They learned that the city's army, the Krimzon Guard, was a group of people abusing the use of their power and caring more about minor injunctions instead of major issues like robberies and murders unless it actually happened right in front of their faces or involved one of their own. They were all completely useless and could not be relied upon for something important, something that the higher-ups residing in the Haven City Palace clearly know about and willingly choose to ignore. Basically, the entire army was nothing but a bunch of corrupt people with even more corrupted leader living it up at the palace at the expense of innocent lives being disrupted all around him.

In terms with the external problems that were plaguing the city, all the corruption with the Krimzon Guard seemed to be a lot better than the things lurking just outside of the city walls. It was really the only thing they were really keen on doing without having to think twice about it, and that was to protect the gray drab city wall from the attacks instigated from the Metal Heads, a bunch of metallic monsters that seemingly want to take over every single spot where human civilization thrive. In fact, it is believed that Haven City is probably the only place left on the planet to be a safe haven for the people from the desolateness of the outside, hence the name that it has now. Even though they always manage to keep the monsters at bay, they always manage to chip away a little at a time off of their only protection. It was only a matter of time before they managed to breach the walls and cause major damage to the city.

Despite this rather bleak outlook at the future of this place, neither Jak nor Daxter have had the privilege to see a Metal Head with their own two eyes. They have also never really heard any sounds or even any news of an attack against the city walls since they first arrived. While this did bode well for both them and the wellbeing of the city, they could not help but to be just a little bit curious as to what the monsters looked like and how they fared during battle. At least they could easily say that they were lucky enough to have been transported into a city that was protected from all of the unknown dangers that surrounded them outside the city walls every day. Now if only they were able to have an easier time trying to survive against the trouble that plagues the city...

Both boys have lived among the danger and corruption of the Krimzon Guard for almost six months now; the blond teen has been keeping count for a lack of anything better to do. Over this course of time, both boys have hardly changed in both attitude and appearance. Jak was still sporting his new set of clothing he had obtained from a few days after first crash-landing into the city and was still sporting his new short cut except now letting it be just a bit longer. Daxter was still the same hyper Ottsel he usually was with the same short orange and yellow fur with his goggles and fingerless gloves on him. Even his childish and sometimes argumentative side remained intact. Overall, the only real change that occurred in the two teens was the outlook that they had on the dangers that Haven City had to offer them in all hours of the day.

One such trouble that always made a reoccurring appearance with their life was the commander of the Krimzon Guard and probably one of the many strong reasons why they were even corrupted. Errol, a name that they could never forget ever since the time he tried to place them under arrest and subjugate them to a vile Dark Eco project, was and still is always on the constant lookout for them, seemingly waiting for them to make just one wrong move so he can swoop in and recapture them after they managed their escape from what they now knew as the baron's palace. Despite his annoying tenacity and also somewhat obsessiveness at wanting to capture them, the teens have always foiled him at every chance they got.

"Are we almost there, big guy?" Daxter asked after spending a couple of minutes staying quiet and finally feeling the need to open his mouth. "I can't wait to dump this cargo we managed to snag from a Krimzon transport unit onto that Torn guy and get it out of our hands. I'm starting to feel like we got some kind of shooting target on the backs of our heads or something like that."

"Don't worry; we'll be there in a few more minutes so long as traffic keeps looking this good and we don't run into any Krimzon Guard forces," Jak responded coolly as he slowed down a bit once they reached a less densely populated section of the town. "More importantly, did you remember to take out a bit of the stuff we snagged from the canister? You had the past fifteen minutes to have taken at least one small jar full of it."

"Oops, I knew I was forgetting something," the Ottsel stated as he quickly got off of his perch on the teen's shoulder and began digging in the small bag that was strapped on the blonde's waist. He then pulled out an empty jar along with what appeared to be a small set of tongs while saying, "How long do you think I have to crack this thing open, take some of the stuff out, and seal it back up as if it were never opened during the time we were transporting it?"

"Seriously Dax?" the blond asked, his voice clearly echoing his annoyance at his little buddy's forgetfulness. "You had more than enough time to have done all that before we even made it to this part of town. I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Look, I'll try to slow this thing down a bit to buy you some more time. You should have a little over five minutes to finish up. If only I didn't radio in to Torn and tell him that we'd be back in no more than a half an hour...," he grumbled out under his breath as he lowered the speed of the Zoomer ever so slightly.

"As if you're grumbling complaint is really going to be of any help to us at this point. Just make sure you don't go making any crazy movements or crash this damn hunk of junk into a wall or something like that. I can't guarantee that I'll be able to do anything if you go ahead and drive like a maniac again."

Without saying anything else, Daxter began to work on whatever it was that he was supposed to do with the cargo they took earlier. With the jar and tongs in one hand, he began moving slowly towards the back of the Zoomer near the twin engines that were on this particular model where the cargo was tied securely to the seat. Once he made it to the cylindrical container that looked quite unremarkable and did not show the contents it was holding, he took out a screwdriver from the small tool bag around his thin waist and began working on unscrewing the screws on the cap.

Once he took out all of the screws, he carefully pocketed them into his tool bag so as to not lose them during the ride. He then wrapped his small hands over the lid and lifted it up off the canister, carefully placing it in Jak's pants belt so it would not fall to the ground. By now, the contents were now exposed for Daxter to see. Inside was a cloud-like substance that seemed to hold form yet also seemed to have movement like misty fog during the morning hours at the Haven City harbor. This was otherwise known as Eco, more specifically Red Eco as declared by the brilliant ruby red color it gave off.

"Well, it looks like we got ourselves some Red Eco this time around," the Ottsel murmured under his breath with a small whistle escaping his lips. Because the Zoomer engine was not running at so strong of a power it was earlier, the blond easily heard his buddy say what was inside their pilfered cargo. He then said as he pinched the lip of the open jar with his tongs, "If I remember what old Loghead told us about this, it can up the strength of anybody and almost anything. And what use do you think we'll have for a strength enhancer, big guy?"

"Hey, you never know when it might come in handy," Jak simply responded with a small shrug of his shoulders as he began driving down a line of confusing alleys that hardly had any people or other Zoomers in it. "Just hurry it up and put the some of the stuff in the jar. We're going to be at our meeting place with Torn in just a couple more minutes, and I can't slow this thing down anymore unless I want to make us late. You know how Torn gets when you say you'll be there at some time and end up appearing later than him."

"Ha, the guy should really learn to relax every now and then unless he wants to knock himself out with a killer ulcer. It's not like he's got anything real important to do if he's actually leaving his dark, dank dungeon just to meet up with us for the retrieval.

"Just don't worry about it; I'm filling this stupid thing up as quickly as I can with you driving behind the wheel," Daxter added with a roll of his eyes as he dipped the jar into the canister and began filling it up with the Red Eco. "I don't really have the steadiest of hands when you're busy accelerating and braking and all that other stuff. And I'll make sure that none of the stuff ends up spilling onto our ride here. I learned my lesson from last time."

"Yeah, I don't want to have another unexpected acceleration burst because of a few drops of Blue Eco falling onto the engines. That time where we almost crashed right into a Krimzon Guard transport vehicle was completely your fault. We ended up being chased by it all around town probably twice over before they decided to give up. Only the Precursors know what might happen if that stuff fell onto these engines."

"Oh, can we please stop playing the blame game with that? That stupid chase scene happened more than three weeks ago. The important thing is that we managed to survive that, and I think it's about time you forgotten about that. That and I don't think this would really cause any major problems if it spilled onto this thing.

"Anyway, I'm just about done stealing some of the stuff we originally stole from those punks," the Ottsel added as he brought the jar carefully out of the canister and quickly closed it with the jar lid he had tucked inside his tool bag. Once it was securely sealed, he put the whole thing inside his bag and began to quickly seal up the canister. "All I need to do now is close it up and nobody will know a thing."

"I hope you're almost done sealing up that Eco canister back there because we're here now," Jak warned his buddy as he began to slow down and started to lower the Zoomer towards the ground. "The last thing we need now is to be kicked out of the Resistance for stealing a bit of what we've already stolen for them."

"It doesn't take that long to screw back on a couple of loose screws, although I do sometimes wish that I could tighten up the screws in some of the psycho's heads that we tend to run into. Just make sure you don't park as quickly as you sometimes do."

After spending a few extra seconds parking so as to buy just a little bit more time, they had completely stopped and were now parked on the ground. By the time Jak smoothly turned off the engine and took the key out of the ignition, Daxter had finished screwing on the last screw on the lid and put his screwdriver back into his tool bag. He hopped off of the Zoomer and landed gracefully on the ground, and the blond took the canister of Red Eco of his hands and began walking towards one of the doors they had first entered when Sig brought them here for the first time three months ago.

"Looks like you two got another successful mission under your belts," a rough and deep voice stated from somewhere within the seemingly desolate alley. "You're starting to make a name for yourself here in The Resistance. At this rate, you'd both probably be at the same rank as Sig and Jinx in no time."

In a couple of seconds, the familiar form of Torn, the commander of The Resistance, appeared from a corner. He had on the same articles of clothing he was wearing when they were first brought in front of him after they broke out of Baron Praxis's palace with the help of two of the commander's men. He had a gun holstered onto his waist with his right hand at the ready in case the need to bring it out arose.

"Do you honestly think that such a simple search and retrieval mission like that would've been able to get the better of us?" Daxter asked with his skinny arms crossed across his chest as he quickly let his cocky attitude take over and do all the talking. "Those Krimzon idiots were nothing more than a bunch of sissy pushovers; we had a lot more of a workout taking care of a bunch of lurkers back home at Sandover. We could easily do the whole thing with one hand tied behind our backs if you made us do it again."

"I see you're still quite adamant on saying that you both once lived in the old village that existed over two hundred years ago," the commander responded with a sigh escaping his lips at the Ottsel's annoying attitude and cocky voice. "To be honest with you, I don't understand why you both continue to claim of a life beyond the lifespan of any of us here in this dystopia of a city. It can easily paint you both out as a couple of boys driven to insanity with all the crazy things going on around here, you know?"

"Although I do appreciate you voicing the concerns you have for us, I don't think that wherever it is we say we once lived at is really of any importance right now," Jak responded, suddenly taking on a serious tone that he usually used when talking with Torn or other higher-ups that he knew to be their ally and friend with a couple of exceptions here and there. He then stuck the canister in his hands out towards the commander and said, "I think what you're really interested in is this little canister of stuff filled with something more so than why we keep saying what we always say."

"Always straight to the point with you, isn't it Jak?" the man asked in a tone that sounded more like a statement with a sigh that sounded more like a sharp exhalation of his breath as he took the offered canister into his hands. "Don't get me wrong on this; I'm still quite skeptical about you two's past life that you both seem so intent on keeping from me. Consider yourselves lucky that I'm a good judge of character; otherwise, you wouldn't be a part of The Resistance with such suspicion hanging over your heads."

"And I suppose that you want us to thank you for exercising your ever so merciful side on us on that accord," Daxter sarcastically added as he quickly climbed up the blonde's leg and perched himself back onto his shoulder. "Well, that ain't going to be happening anytime soon, you big Tattooed Wonder."

"Ugh, I don't know how Jak manages to put up with you and your childish attitude every single moment of every single day. You're like some kind of big annoying rat that doesn't know when to quit while it's ahead. All I need now is a humungous mouse trap and a couple of rat poison to finally get you out of my hair."

"Not unless my big buddy here has anything to say about that. He can't work without me on his shoulder constantly yelling away in his ear, and I can't really be calling us the 'Demolition Duo' if I'm suddenly out of the picture."

"Do you mind if I asked you a question before we leave Torn?" Jak asked as he tried to butt in between the two before they started another pointless argument that usually droned on with no end in sight. "While we were intercepting the Krimzon transport and taking one of their cargos, they were saying something about losing their can of Eco. If there is Eco in there, then what do you need it for?"

"Just because you're now a part of our group doesn't mean that you get to know why we do every little thing we ask you or other members to do," the commander simply replied with a quick nasty look at the Ottsel before he turned around and began heading back down the way he first came from. "And even if I did feel some kind of obligation to tell you, I'm afraid that we've spent way too much time out here in the open together. Despite this being a relatively closed-off portion of the alley from the public, someone chancing to see us in here might find it suspicious and actually be stupid enough to go reporting us to the KG. Anyway, I'll call you again once I have another mission lined up for you two."

And with that, the commander of The Resistance disappeared around the corner he first came through and was out of the two teen's sights without saying another word with the pilfered cargo in tow, thus ending their quick and short meeting.

"Humph, I don't like how that guy always acts so stuck-up around us and makes himself out to be some kind of important person at the same freaking time," Daxter scoffed with a scowl on his face. "He's only just a leader of a group of people who all really love to hate the baron and his KG cronies as much as we do. I don't think that'd really give him the power to boss us around like he always does. We're still a couple of teens with our whole lives ahead of us, not a couple of simple slaves meant to do whatever our master pleases."

"Oh, it really isn't all that bad, is it Dax?" Jak asked in a comforting tone as he brought his right hand under the Ottsel's chin and began to lightly scratch it. "All we're really doing is taking a few things from the KG and bringing it to him like he's asking us to do. It's not as though he's asking us to go spying on the baron or Errol for some juicy piece of information or anything like that."

"Yeah, well..., you...you try...," the animal tried to say but could not help himself stuttering as he relaxed into the relaxing movement under his chin and could not help it. Even his left foot started to twitch and flap around uncontrollably. He then tried again while trying to sound angry and ended up letting a small contented purr escape from the back of his throat as a result, "You try being...a small, furry Ottsel and trying to...talk some sense into the big and stubborn...Tattooed Wonder. That and you...constantly giving me this really wonderful pet animal treatment...doesn't really help a lot."

"And you seem to really love it when I do this to you," the blond responded with a playful smile on his face as he took Daxter into his hand and turned him upside down. He then proceeded to tickle his tummy as if he were really some kind of pet. "This is the only way that you can become calm and relaxed after working yourself up over nothing, you know? I'm probably the only one in this entire world who knows how to make you wind down after a real stressful time."

"Oooohhhh yeeeaaahhh," the animal drawled out as he felt his foot start kicking even faster and let his tongue hang out of the side of his mouth with a look of ecstasy on his face. Even his tail was wagging so fast that the blonde's forearm was starting to feel a bit cold from the small breeze. He then added in a voice that could easily have been mistaken for a drunken slur, "You're definitely...the only one who's able to...make me feel this relaxed! That and...you're the only one...who I'd let you do this to me. Mmm, this is soooooo good!"

"Oh, you are so adorable when you're acting like this, you know that?" Jak stated more than asked as he started walking towards the Zoomer they had parked a few feet away from them a few minutes ago while still holding onto his ecstatic buddy in his hand. "Just being able to mess around with you like this every now and then really helps me to unwind. You're definitely a one-of-a-kind friend out of a million."

"You better believe it, big guy!" Daxter happily exclaimed as he felt himself being set down on the blonde's lap and soon heard the sound of the Zoomer engine coming to life. He then continued on with a small yawn escaping his lips, "Last time I checked, the both of us practically trust each other so much like a couple of inseparable close-knit brothers. So how's about playing the role of a nice big brother and taking us back home so we's could have ourselves some nice little cuddling time?"

"If you're talking about taking a nice relaxing nap, then that sounds like a really good idea," the teen said as he sat down on the seat of the vehicle and placed his buddy across his lap before putting the key into the ignition. "You go ahead and do that on my lap while I drive us back home. You really deserve the rest today, that's for sure."

Instead of receiving an answer, all the blond heard was a light murmuring sound that sounded suspiciously like repeated purring noises. When he looked down at his lap again, he saw that the Ottsel had fallen fast asleep and was cuddled up against his stomach with a small smile on his face and his tail swishing around sluggishly.

"Why is it that almost every time I try to help you relax, you end up getting knocked unconscious?" he asked more to himself than his small buddy as he chuckled at the scene and thought. "Looks like you're forcing me to drive carefully now unless I want you screaming in my ear again about giving you a rude awakening throughout the entire night. Even in sleep, you somehow manage to get what it is that you want."

With another small chuckle leaving the back of his throat, he started the Zoomer engine and gave it a couple of moments to gather up its full power. Once the twin engines were warmed up, he shifted the gear so that they would be hovering above the ground and stepped on the gas on their way out of the practically abandoned alleyway. This time around, he drove at a nice slow pace the whole way through so as to not disturb his little buddy from his sleep while trying not to bring too much attention to them so that the Krimzon Guard would start chasing them for revenge on stealing their Red Eco earlier. And he continued to drive both slowly and casually until they made it back to the apartment that they have called home for the past few months they have been living in Haven City.


Well, I hope that you all like this introductory and the summary here. I figured I put a short recap in it so as that you would all kind of remember some of the key points from the first story.

Also, I tried to make it so that both teens grew into their characters a bit during the time they were living in Haven City and working alongside the Resistance. I also decided to keep the childish behavior they both have and always show whenever they're with each other with no one else around them. It was and is meant to counter the seriousness they were in and show that they are still themselves despite having to grow a bit quicker than normal.

That's just a short explanation as to how I formatted this chapter. Please don't forget to leave a review on this new chapter. Hope you all like this new story. Until the next update everybody.