Title: The Broken Legacy
Summary: Praxis had finally done it. The Dark Warrior Project was a perfect success. Now know as the "perfect soldier", can Daxter save Jak from the Baron's grasp? Or will he fall and become prey to the tyrant's will?
A/N This is my first Jak and Daxter fic. I'm not so sure if I'll be able to keep everyone in character, but I'll try my best. If any of the facts are false, please don't be afraid to tell me. I have not played all the games
Prologue: In Which the Legend is Broken
"Baron Praxis, you have called for me?" Behind a large door, a man in his twenties equipped with armor walked in. His face was set in a serious look, but in truth, it was more likely to hide his excitement from the current city's leader. He had already heard the news from the constant gossip between the eco scientists about the success in the project while making his way here.
Since of now, the whole entire project looked to be a complete failure. But after a breakthrough from the research that the scientists discovered, all of the experiments were everything but a failure. Once the procedures were finished, the subject's strength, and durability had increased considerably that it might just rival a top-notch Wastelander or even Erol himself. And though those same researchers had claimed that these experiments might just destroy his mental stability, it was a small cost to what the project could bring to this world.
"Yes. As you probably already know, our little test subject has seem to be reacting positively to out recent testing and experiments. So much so that we had considered that any more experimenting on him may cause a decline in his progress. For this reason, I have called for you,"
"And what will that be?" Erol asked, curious to why the King of Haven City has chosen him for to listen this trivial lecture.
"The constant Metal Head attacks have damaged out shields so much that we cannot keep up with the repairs, as we all well know. And with the Underground constantly raging war against us with their sabotage to our limited supplies for our soldiers, I have no time to both plan a defense strategy against those foul demons away from this city and devise a tactic that will keep the rebellion at bay. But with the Dark Warrior Project I think I have killed two birds with one stone," Once seeing the lack of excitement from his commander's face, the Barron decided to go on,
"I have made the perfect soldier, Erol. A machine with a brain to process like human and yet to still be able to kill like one. Nothing will be able to stop him. I'm afraid that once he had gain more experience with his powers, he may be able to one day defeat you. And perhaps I may need a new Commander of the Krimzon Guards that day as well," the King joked, laughing heartily. It was rare to see such excitement on the current ruler's face, but it was to be expected.
Erol, who was still kept in the dark about his reason being here, wondered slightly about the soft footsteps that were approaching the throne room's entrance. He pushed it off as just a random guard making his rounds and then focused his attention on the soft buzzing around that strangely irritated him for the time being. Perhaps he should call that exterminator again. And then maybe he wouldn't dread being pulled out from his leisure periods or his time to flirt with that cute mechanic.
"Erol, are you listening?"
"Yes, Baron Praxis. Though I still do wonder why my presence here was needed. If you wanted to gloat about your success with that freak of nature, shouldn't you have done it over broadcast? Surely that would have put the Underground in a more uncomfortable position in this war,"
"Have you ever played a good game of poker Erol? You never revel your hand until the very last second. That is why I brought you here. I'm going to need you to watch over the boy while we find the perfect time to attack the Underground and the Metal Heads,"
At this moment, the Krimzon Guard rejected the idea of having to babysit over a child. As Commander, the man should have be give more respect than being degraded to a nanny of sorts.
"Baron Praxis, I don't think that's a good idea. Considering the missions I received over the last month, the subject will very well end up dead before you even have a chance to think of a time to attack,"
"Hmph, you seem to have the wrong impression of this lad Erol. Perhaps you weren't listening when I told you he's a perfect warrior. Made for battle and murder. All I need you to do is push him in the right direction. Make sure that his loyalties aren't strayed elsewhere other than me. Simple as th-"
The door behind them opened widely as a figure stood behind the entrance.
"Baron Praxis, you called?" It was clear that the figure was male. His blond hair gently swayed from the small breeze coming from the windows in front of him. The red Krimzon Guard mask his his voice, but Erol knew better than to think that it was just one of his ordinary soldiers.
The Baron smiled at the man. He watched as he walked closer to them and then stop once he was within hearing distance.
"Yes. The man you see before you is Erol. He shall be your mentor and ally in both training and missions respectively," the leader of Haven City turned to face with the Commander, "Erol, meet your new Lieutenant General,"
The man placed a hand on his mask and quickly took it off. The familiar face was enough to make Erol smile in excitement. The once blue eyes that were now tainted opened as they took in every detail of the man in front of him.
"Lieutenant General Jak of Haven City,"