WAAAGHHH. Okay that was my attempt at a scary war-cry. Did it work? yeah didn't think so. Erm... different approach on a story, haven't seen any like it... I think. Yeah. Sure.

Disclaimer: Psh, I WISH i owned Jak 2. Sadly, I just own The Movement characters, and any characters related to the Movement.

I won't bug you with petty... Uh... pre-... stuff.

Everyone has their story. How they were orphaned as an infant and raised by lurkers only to find they'll soon rule the galaxy. Or, they got sucked into an alternate universe. That kind of stuff. Well, I don't. I grew up in a happy, four member family. Me, my brother, my mom and dad, oh and our crocadog, Juju. I stayed there till I was 18, then me and my brother, Ezek, who was 24 at the time, opened up a weapons shop. Yes, a weapons shop. He learned and taught me some of the trade. I'm no where near as good as him though. But anyways, this was when we were recruited by Jet. We were recommended by a "contact" of his, for our weaponry. But, here I am, 4 years later in the Movement. Yeah, there's a movement besides the Underground, and yes we know about the Underground and yes they know about us. We're all in the same boat, but we still hate each other.

Whatever.

About the Movement, we're actually seen as more an annoyance than a threat. That pisses me off because we've worked our asses off to take the baron down. But he's like a vine, you chop off one foot, you get three feet the next day. Anyways, back to how boring my life was. It's not boring any more. Thank Mar. I'm happy to say I'm the proud owner of a story, as of the beginning of my time in the Movement. It's nonstop action here. And this story is still going; the plot keeps twisting and twisting… I love it. This may seem cliché, but I love danger, and that's all the Movement is. Adrenaline rushes are what I strive for.

Speaking of the Movement (again), I think you're going to want to know about everyone, eh? Actually, I bet you don't, but you gotta hear it anyways, or you'll be completely lost. So the major people that matter in my life are Rondos, Jet, Ezek, Kareem, Nateesha, Lalaine (actually I hate her), Frank, and Barmypants the Conquistador, who is Frank's alter ego. More about that later. So, Rondos started the whole Movement. He's old, too old, but he's still got the energy and spirit of a youth. He's the force behind the whole operation, and it seems like he knows everything. He's got all sorts of things up his sleeve. Plus, his skin is red. Dunno why, but it's pretty sweet.

Ahh, Jet… Jetty-Jet, Jettypoo, JJ… man, I love torturing the poor man. It's all outta pure love though. He's like my brother. When he first recruited me and Ezek, he was actually quite the asshole. I set him straight though. He's pretty damn tall. 'Bout 6'7" with green dreadlocks and grey eyes. Skinny as a mofo too. Eh, he's like the hot older brother that all my friends want but can't cave because he's currently taken by Lalaine, the biggest, ditziest bitch around. But she's a spy, a damn good one, and we need her. She's got black hair and violet eyes that always seem to be glaring at me. I guess she's jealous that I see Jet more than her. I think he's getting tired of her. Thank Mar, finally. It's been 2 years, about time. Whatever. (I like saying that in case you hadn't noticed)

Then comes the Ezeeeeeekkkkkk! Also known as my brother. It's weird, cause no one would think we were related. I got our dad's turquoise hair and mom's brown eyes, while Ezek got our mom's darrrrk green hair and dad's blue eyes. He's pretty average for a guy. Built and about 6'. Perfect for the Movement.

Next in line is Vazeem, our very own ex-Marauder. We don't have to worry about him being a traitor or anything; he's a sworn enemy against them. He's got dark skin with black hair and brown eyes. He wears a turban and knows the desert better than he knows himself. And he's much more… oh I don't know how to put it… but he's more mature than the usual Marauders. You can always go to him for some sort of Wastelander proverb or something.

Then comes Nateesha, also my best and truest friend. She helped Rondos found the Movement, 6 years ago when she was only 19. She's absolutely gorgeous. Toned body with pretty chocolate skin, green eyes, and the longest black hair you've ever seen (think Akasha from Queen of the Damned). She's not one to laugh much, but she's the kindest, most honest person out of all of us. Very soft spoken, she is.

Oi vey.

This leaves us Frank. He has red hair and the most electrifying green eyes ever. He's not from our world. He's from some place called "Earth". No one knows how he got here, and he doesn't remember, but he's damn useful. He's one of the smartest computer people around, aside from Vin… But we lost him to the Underground ages ago. Frank can hack anything, with anything. But, oh Mar, a run in with some dark ego never left him the same. He's got two personalities now. Luckily, they're both on the good side. Two and a half years ago, Frank met Barmypants the Conquistador, his alter-ego. You never know when he's gonna show, but it's always hilarious.

This leaves me.

Affrikah Creighton. Call me Affie if we're on good terms. So like I said before, I have turquoise hair and brown eyes. I'm pretty short; only 5'4. And I'm 20. This makes me feel like a midget. But I'm not, so screw you. Erm… What else… Oh I guess I should tell you I'm like every other busty chika in this town. Endless boobs, tiny waist, and curves in all the right places. Whatever. Thankfully, I'm considered 'one of the guys' in the Movement. Oh and I'm like… half robot. My right leg up to about mid-thigh is robotic, and so is my right hand, up to the middle of my forearm. Ok, so that's hardly like… a quarter robot, so shoot me! I didn't always have these fake arms and legs though. I used to be 100 elf! This was quite recent actually. About two years ago, I had been sent out by Rondos to recruit a new member. I never got to them. The Baron had caught wind of our current interest and took it upon himself to intercept our mission with a horde of KGs and a particularly nasty BlastBot. My partner, Damian, and I put up a damn good fight. It wasn't enough though. Damian lost his life, and I guess I was the lucky one… I was near death and Rondos and Nateesha saved me. The BlastBot had set a detonator just a foot a way from Damian. I was a few feet away, and he got the brunt of the blast.

Oh Damian… how I loved him. More than anything. We met in the Movement when we were assigned to meet some Spargans in the Wasteland. We hit it off instantly. I loved everything about him, his aqua eyes, dirty blonde hair, and charming, mellow personality. I miss him so, so much… Seems like yesterday we were avoiding Rondos after completing a mission a bit late. I bet you don't care. But you're reading this, so actually, I bet you do. Right? Of course.

That recruit was caught by the Baron, from what I had last heard. Oh well, he wasn't much of a loss. Ever since that day, I never enjoyed talking. You're lucky to get a sentence out of me. I'm not much of a conversationalist; I say what I need and only what I need. I'm chock full of thoughts though. I guess you could say what I don't say, I think. Cause as you can see, I haven't shut up… If you want to call this whole… whatever it is my thoughts. I guess it's time I DO shut up, eh? Let the story just take its course…

OKAY! Prolouge is officially done! Actually, I could have done better... but this is something that I've throw together in my own spare time when I'm bored and I thought it'd be fun to makea real story.

I can't garantee when the next one will be out, so you're going to have to be patient.

Did we like? Dislike? Please review! It's only the first chapter, sillies! Mmmmmmmmkaybye.