Ill Wishes 1
by PhantomChajo
(A/N: A simple concept: someone get's turned into an ottsel by some means or fashion.
Victim of this Ottselfication? Who else but Torn. I like picking on this guy at the moment. It's fun.
Who/what caused it? Well I think Daxter can be more vindictive then we know about.
Reversable? Haven't decided yet.
Setting: AU/AR, cause I like Damas alive amongst other things. And I can't see the old hard-head dying from a roll-over. Now if his guts were strewn about that would have been different.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing or no one.)
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From one of the side platforms in the arena, Torn watched silently. The precursor monk, Seem, had moments earlier informed him that King Damas was awake and willing to see the former KG Captain. He had only been waiting for the moment to slip away to speak with the former ruler of Haven City so he missed what was transpired over the next few minutes, but even if he had been there it wouldn't have made a difference.
The heavyset ottsel leader stood bracketed by his two cohorts at the bottom of the precursor ship. "We own you much Daxter. For all you've done. For all your bravery in the face of incredible danger, we shall grant you your deepest desire."
From where he'd been laying stretched out with his head pillowed in Tess's lap getting his chest and belly scratched, Daxter sat up upon hearing those words. He would be granted his deepest desire, oh the possibilities there. "Ya know… I…" he paused in thought going through his options. He could always wish for pants since he was sorely lacking in that department. Or he could wish for his best pal's dad to be fully healed. Heck, he could even wish for Pecker to be permanently muted. As he looked around, he noticed a person missing and it gave rise to something that'd been festering in the back of his mind for almost two years now. "Be right back babe," he told Tess as he sat up then hopped of the stone table and sauntered over to the trio. Motioning for the gray-bearded ottsel to lean closer, he whispered what he wanted into the older male's ear.
The self-proclaimed leader drew back in dismay. "Are you serious?" he asked in astonishment.
Daxter nodded and crossed his arms over his furry chest. "As a Metalhead."
The leader glanced at his two cohorts then back to Daxter. "If that is what you wish…. Then so be it. Upon the rising of the green sun, your deepest desire shall be granted." 'And Mar have mercy on you when he finds out,' the leader added mentally to himself. Green Sun up was only about four hours away.
The human turned ottsel nodded then grinned as he sauntered his way back to where Tess was sitting and hopped back up to take his place. "Ah, I can't wait till tomorrow morning."
"Soo…. Daxie, what'd you wish for?" Tess asked, just as curious as everyone else but more willing to voice it.
Buffing his claws on his chest, he held them up a moment then flexed his fingers. "You'll just have to wait and see baby cakes."
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For the last two hours and a half hours Torn had been talking to King Damas. Spilling his guts figuratively and almost literally a few times had Damas been able to reach his staff. He was saved from being eviscerated thanks to the older man being bedridden after the accident in Haven City while assisting Jak. Years of festering guilt for his participation in past events were finally laid bare before the man he once claimed to be loyal to. When Torn left the sand king's chambers it was with a bruised jaw, a busted lip and the understanding he was no longer welcomed in Spargus. In fact a marauder would be more welcomed within the gates of the desert city then he would be. At least for the foreseeable future until the king's ire had cooled significantly that is.
Unlike Haven City, which took several hours to traverse using a zoomer, Spargus City could be crossed in an hour by foot. Less if one used one of the leaper lizards that were stationed around the desert city. The Freedom Guard Commander eyed the animal stationed outside the lift with trepidation before deciding it was better to walk then to trust the animal which was unknown to him. Besides, he didn't feel like being embarrassed by his inexperience with the living transportation. He had decided to take the Air Train back to Haven City and leave Ashelin the Hellcat cruiser to take back. It would give him time to think of what needed to be done and plan on how to get it accomplished with what little resources was left. Too bad the palace had been destroyed. The treasury floor would have provided the money needed since it was filled with precious metals, stones and artifacts. What hadn't been looted was buried in the rubble and inaccessible for the moment. Maybe later they would be able to get to it.
Later he would blame his inattention to his surroundings on his preoccupation with his past. Crossing from the city proper into the garage and vehicle parking area, he didn't realize until it was too late that the number of people in the area was way more than what was normal and most of those loitering around didn't belong there in the first place. The exits; both back into the city as well as out into the desert, were blocked to prevent him from escaping. Turning he made a fast headcount. The odds were not good. Within moments he had his pistols drawn and had taken down two of the many. Dodging and moving, he kept as many objects at his back as he could. It gave his opponents less of a chance at coming up from behind. He wondered for a fleeting moment, how no one noticed the ruckus going on in the vehicle bay.
Out of ammo finally, 3 men down and 5 others wounded but not enough to put them out of the action. The eco pistols were useless to him now. Flipping the one in his right hand over, he threw it like he would a knife. The man closes was nailed in the face, nose shattered. It gained him only enough time to throw the second pistol and draw his curved combat blade. From there on out, things got even nastier.
Somehow someone got behind him with a long handled oversized spanner and used it like a club. The idiot let loose a battle cry which was how Torn managed to dodge the worst of the blow. Still pain exploded across the back of his head and his entire left arm went numb as it glanced off his skull to crash into his shoulder. Staggering but not down, his blade cut a bloody swath as he kept fighting. Over a quarter of his assailants were dead, only half by his self though. Rivals took the chance to take out rivals and not be noticed. A second blow, this one to the middle of his back sent him reeling forward. And like a pack of rabid metalheads they were on him. Curling in on his self, doing his best to protect vital organs. He heard as much as felt the sickening crack of ribs, the gut twisting pop as his left arm was severally dislocated. He gagged on bile and blood, unable to get enough of air to scream in pain much less breath proper. And even if he could, his jaw had been broken at some point after he went down. Blows kept raining down until an unexpected rescuer made an appearance.
"What the hell ya blighters doing to me place?" Kleiver demanded as he stomped his way over to the ring of bloody, bruised and still high on adrenalin men. "I don't care what ya doing with'em but get those bodies out of me garage!" he bellowed as he lumbered over to a waiting transport. He tossed something into the back of the vehicle then turned. "Ya can stick that one in there, might as well get some payback on the bitch for taking me new plaything." The fat mechanic pointed first to Torn, who was barely conscious then to the vehicle in question before once more leaving.
A lot of muttering before the Freedom League Commander was none too gently picked up and thrown into the back of the indicated transport. Several large crates were then shifted around so he was hidden from sight. Floating in an ocean of sensation, every sharp gasping breath sending out ripples of fierce pain. A last fleeting thought that just maybe for all his past transgressions, fate and karma was finally exacting their price in his blood. He gave in to the blissfully pain free darkness of unconsciousness unaware of the other being in the back with him.
