Disclaimer: I wish I owned Jak and Daxter, Jak2, and Jak3, but I don't. All I own is the events (excluding flashbacks), weapons excluding the Blaster Mod, the Scatter Gun, Vulcan Fury, Peace Maker, Beam Reflexor, Wave Concussor, Arc Wielder, Mass Inverter, Gyro Blaster\Burster, Plasmite RPG, Needle Lazer, and the Super Nova. The powers I don't own would be the Dark Bomb, Dark Blast, Dark Invisibility, Dark Strike, Light Regeneration, Light Shield, Light Flight, and Light Flash Freeze. The only Characters that I own would be Irat and Threra.
Summary: Jak, Dax, Keira, and Samos have all found and repaired a Precursor Ring. Daxter 'accidentally' activating it, sends the four into the future, into Haven City, where the Crimson Guard patrol the streets under the rule of Baron Praxis. Unbeknownst to the four is a boy and girl who slipped in to the back of the strange craft, just before it launches into the future… Rated M for language, gruesomely detailed battle scenes, and scenes of detailed horror.
"Come on Threra! We don't want to get caught by those wierdos in red!" a young teen said, turning back to see his closest friend in the hands of Errol, a Crimson Guard who took his job a bit too seriously.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Two more test subjects for the Dark Warrior experiment. Come on kid, you're coming with us." He said, his voice cold and heartless.
"What are you gonna do to Threra? I swear, if you harm her in any way, I will see to it that you die, slowly and painfully, screaming out for mercy as I rip your limbs off, one by one, letting you bleed dry!" the young boy yelled, his eyes widening in anger. He'd seen what Dark Eco does to those who get too close, and he had a feeling this Dark Warrior experiment had a lot to do with Dark Eco.
"Don't worry, we're only using her to get you. She'll be nice and safe sharing the same cell as you. We'll feed her the same stuff we feed you, and you both get the same everything. She will be fine kid, now worry about yourself. If you don't come peacefully, we will take you ourselves, and harm her greatly." Errol said, sporting a wicked smile.
"I WILL NOT LET YOU DO ANYTHING TO HER! I WILL PROTECT HER WITH MY LIFE!" the boy screamed, his eyes turning solid black, his nails elongating into small swords. His hair went white as snow, and his muscles grew taught with the stress of the transformation.
"What the Hell?"
"What's he doing?"
"What's going on?"
"I have a feeling I'm not gonna see my home again."
"Shut up you cowards! He's only a little kid! What could he possibly do to us?" Errol said as he took out a strange, spear-length stick with a small lighting beam going between two small spikes at the end.
"If you think that's gonna stop him, you're in for a rude awakening! I have never seen anything stop him when he gets this pissed off! Irat! Be careful! Please, just go with them, forget about me! I don't want you to get hurt! Please Irat! Irat, I love you! Please, stop this!" Threra called out, her eyes filled with tears.
"What? Uhh…" Irat said, passing out from the exhaustion that came from using this dangerous ability. He, along with Threra, are carried off to the Palace dungeons, thrown, quite literally, into a cell, and left there until morning.