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Means to an End

Chapter 1: We Still Kill the Old Way

So here we go again

Another time but it feels the same

Got sick of waiting here

Setting sail on the concrete waves

No survivors left to save

Too late for the walking dead

This isn't right. It's too quiet. He'd visited the pumping station on several occasions and each time there was something to kill. This time something was wrong. And his accomplice seemed to agree.

"I know you're a terrifying monster Jak but this is ridiculous"

"Shut up May" I was not in the mood

"Oh so you remember my name now? And here I thought you'd be calling me irritating bitch for the rest of the week"

"Keep it up and it'll be fucking skank"

"Touché someone got off the wrong side of the experiment table this morning" She pushes

"And you were next to it"

"Did Torn shove a gun up you're arse again?" She smirks

"Up Daxters actually"

"Why are you mad at me?"

"You know why"

"Well let's see, it wasn't anything I've done to you specifically because that results in us trying to kill each other. It can't be Daxter because he usually snaps right back. Definitely not Torn no way in hell it would be..."

"Are you going to get to the point?"

"Eventually" More smirking

"Why did you attack Kiera?"

"Firstly I didn't attack Kiera passé Secondly her bad intelligence almost got me killed"

"You were shot in the arm"

"Four times, it put me out of commission for several days. Lucky it was my arm, if it was my chest it would have been curtains for me." She's really pushing

"You still didn't need to hit her"

"That's open to debate"

"So you regret it?"

"No and why are you so fussed over that little tart anyways its not like I did any permanent damage"

"You gave her a black eye"

"And I can do a lot worse"

"Do you have any regrets?"

"How much time have you got?"

"Till we get back from this mission"

"Not long then"

"Why?"

"Take a look around" She was right; they were surrounded by metal heads

"Finally, a break from you two bickering" Daxter, caustic and observant as ever.

"Swords again May?" I like my Vulcan setting

"What can I say? Some of us still kill the old way"

"Kill the old way then. A gun is much more effective"

"A sword is much more elegant"

"Have it you way just get then job done"

And they did

May didn't want to hang around for long she was in a hurry to get back within the city walls he couldn't blame her but with the current animosity he didn't want to be too close. She was highly volatile

Tall, even lanky yet shapely and always standing proud. Burgundy tunic which reached mid thigh, black trousers covering black boots. Her gun was holstered on her right leg and was used more as a threat rather than weapon. Her Katana was sheathed on her left leg. Her wrap round tunic was supported on her left side with leather armour which buckled under the right which in turn buckled over the left. Right panel slipped into clasps on her left shoulder with a diagonal cut. Over her tunic was her sword baldric with her Tanto and Wakizashi which could be easily reached along with her jet board the straps Kris-crossing across her front.

Her hair was blood red with purple streaks running through it. Her skin was deathly white and her nails were long and sharp. They say eyes are the window to the soul. If that's true then hers are locked and bolted, reinforced with precursor metal painted the colour of storm clouds.

Her hair was braided reaching down her back stray locks kept out of her eyes with a black headscarf. Anyone who saw her knew she meant business.

"She's pretty, pity about the personality though"

"Don't let her hear you say that. She'll pluck every hair from your body strand by strand"

"She said that?"

"No, but I wouldn't put it past her"

"Yo, hurry up you two, Places to go, people to threaten" And awful cheerful about it

"Don't get your panties in a bunch"

"Go scare some squirrels or eat some fish" Must she antagonise everyone?

"Drop dead"

"Wish you would"

"In your dreams"

"Keep it up and I'll turn you into a metal head, kill you take your skull gum and have Torn mount in on the wall of the hide out"

"You can't do that"

"Maybe not but I can pluck every hair from your body strand by strand"

"Jak, I think you know her to well"

"You can never know someone to well" May and her endless yakking

"If you turn Daxter into an hairless Ottsel then I'll have to kill you"

"Like you could" Confident as ever

"Watcha gonna do? Teleport me to death?"

"Let's just see what new power I get then. Besides even with your fancy attacks, you've never bested me."

"And you've never bested me either and I don't lose"

"Like you'll ever win"

"In the end I always do"

"And it takes time to reach the end. And to reach it you've gotta have the means and getting the means takes time and in this war, time is a precious commodity"

"I've got the means, but not the target"

"Patience isn't your strong point huh"

"I've waited two years time enough"

"And I've been right there with you so don't act like it's just you who wants the baron dead I do, and so does most of the city they just don't have the power. And I often wish I didn't. What are we going to do after this Jak we're freaks, tools for killing and we have done. What have we got to look forward to? A nice home life with a couple of kids? Becoming a politician and saving the city from destruction? If we have kids they're likely to have dark eco in them and they aren't going to be able to control it. And politicians, saviours? We aren't saviours and the only kind of diplomacy we've proven we can do is by eliminating the opposition. The people fear us, they always will because we have power and we've got to live with it. They can't know what its like for us and never will. Kiera at the garage, the underground will never understand the struggle life is, how in using our powers the control we require to keep ourselves for doing even more damage. By saving this city we've been turned into outcasts because we're different and that isn't going to change people have long memories and we haven't given anyone a reason to wanna help us when we're done. They'll always be afraid and that what we've got to live with. We may be heroes Jak and the only time we'll be welcome is when they need saving" With that she stormed though the city gates, swiped and zoomer and sped off into the warren of streets.

"Bitter much"

"The thing is Dax, she's right"

We'll make it on our own

Breathing our own air

Cause no one else will care

And no one really knows

Need more room to shout

Time is running out

But even through your doubts

We will still be here (we will still be here)