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One year past, and Haven City has gone unto war once again against the metal heads. I was giving some Freedom League soldiers some instructions, and as they left, I turned around to see that Torn was standing there. He didn't look happy.
"What are you doing?" He asked roughly. "I was telling a couple men to check out section 6 in the city for any holes in the walls. Why?" He crossed his arms, glaring at me.
"You're not in command."
I smirked, and almost laughed. "Well I'm partially in command! I'm not the one running around in that armor." I explained the best I could. "That's not the point, Laona." He grumbled. "Torn, relax." I sighed. That set him off. "Hey! Metal heads are swarming everywhere, KG bots are attacking anything that moves.. What do you expect me to do? Paint a picture!" He snapped loudly.
Everyone paused in the Naughty Ottsil. Almost dead silent. It's rare to see Torn THIS pissed. Jak had a dumbfound look on his face, and Daxter was just looking at me like I was crazy. Ashlin rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.
I put my hands on my hips, "Well sorrrry! Shesh I just wanna help, that's all."
I walked past him, almost in a cat walk fashion. He glared at me, frowning. He looked at everyone that was there. Torn grabbed my arm, and said, "I need to talk to you. In private." He said quietly, dragging me outside. Once the door closed, I snapped, "What."
"What? Is that all you can say? What?"
Jak and Daxter rushed over to the wall, and tried to hear what we were saying. "Not again." Daxter scoffed. This has happened before. It wasn't pretty. Ashlin grabbed his scarf that was around his neck, and pulled him away. She whispered, "Knock it off, you two. Give them some room." Jak looked at Ashlin looking concerned. They stared at eachother for a moment. "I'm a little worried too, I admit it. But don't eavesdrop." She sighed.
"Torn, you have too much power over people's lives. You get all pissed off if someone else does something you usually do."
"Sometimes people screw up when they do my work! That's why I hate it when people do that."
"Have I?"
"Yes."
"When!"
"When you told Daxter to crawl through a few narrow path ways, and he found himself in a room filled with explosives!"
"What happened there?"
"HE F-ING SET THE DAMN THING OFF. That was expensive! Guess who paid for you, and Daxters mistakes! ME."
Jak managed to hear a little, even though he felt like he was being baby sat by Ashlin, glaring at him. "
IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, Torn."
"I don't care."
I put my hands on my hips, showing a little attitude.
"You betta care."
He pointed at me at a close range, practically in my face.
"Don't start with me." He warned lowly.
I gave him a dirty look.
"What if I do? What if I-"
SMACK! WHAM!
Out of absolute, sudden suprized... Torn slapped me, HARD and I actually flew back to the side, nearly tumbling to the ground. He gritted his teeth angrily. I was holding the sore side of my face, where he hit me.
WTF! HE DID IT AGAIN. HE HAD THE NERVE TO HIT ME AGAIN.
I was stunned, in a daze after he whacked me. It was more of a hit, then a smack. The place infront of the Naughty Ottsil was dead silent. Slowly, I turned to face him. This time, I was pissed. My hand crept to my dagger on my belt, holding the sheath in one hand, the handle the other. He started to walk away quickly, cursing under his breath angrily. I drew my weapon on my own commander ready to chase after him, until I stopped myself.
Don't do it. Think of the consequences, Laona. This isn't even like you! Put the dagger away.
Glancing over at my dagger, I put it back in the sheath. Sighing, I held the side of my face where he wacked me. It was red, and you can tell what happened. Looking at the giant logo of Daxter dressed up as a devil, a tear escaped from my eye, and dripped from my face on the ground. I went into the Naughty Ottsil, preparing myself for whatever reaction I got.
I kept my face down, avoiding looking at anybody in the eye. Jak noticed right away. He went up to me and held my hand that was still on my face. I couldn't help but look at him in the eyes. He understood what happened, just by looking at me. "I knew this was gonna happen." He whispered. My eyes were full of pain, and anger. I hugged Jak, and he hugged back lovingly. Suddenly, Count Vegar and a couple KG guards bursted in, interrupting the moment. I let go of Jak, and stood by him quickly. Vegar glared at us angrily and pointed at us.
"You two! Arrest them!"
Ashlin quickly intervened, "HALT. Stand by." She glared at Vegar, "Who made you in command, Vegar? What did they do?" He quickly snapped to Ashlin, "These two are under arrest for multiple crimes all over the city." Bravely, I stepped up, "How can you prove we did anything?" Vegar snapped his finger, and one of the guards gave him some papers. He read them, "Witnesses claim they have seen you guys causing habic, all over the city. AND: Because of you two, the city is in war with the metal heads once again. Several witnesses say you helped Crew in doing so. There's also word that you two poses dangerous measures of dark eco in your blood stream. You thirst blood, and nothing else. Unacceptable!" Jak looked at me, and I looked at him shaking my head.
LIES. All of them. WTF is this old man talking about!
Daxter got scared and grumbled, "I'll be right back, buddy boy. I godda get Pecker." He sprinted out. I glared at him angrily,
crossing my arms. Ashlin was about to protest, until Vegar said looking at her, "You can't do anything. The council has already made an agreement." Jak tightened, his fists, and gave Vegar a dirty look.
Ashlin growled angrily, and shoved past Vegar out of the Naughty Ottsil. "Arrest them, NOW." Vegar snarreled. As they were coming towards us, I was about ready to attack them until Jak grabbed my wrist. "No. Do that and we'll get even more harsh punishment." He said quietly as they handcuffed us, and we were sent out into the wasteland.
Once we got out there and landed, the latched doors opened and the guards forced us out, and even one pushed hard on Jak making him slightly almost trip over himself.
"By order of the council of Haven city, you two are banished to the waist land, for life." Vegar stated, closing his law book.
"This is a death sentence, Vegar!" Ashlin protested angrily.
I sighed looking down at my hand cuffs.
What the hell happened. What did I do wrong. What did Jak do wrong.
"Your protest was over-ruled. These dark eco freaks are dangerous!"
"Just because Jak has dark powers doesn't' mean I have them, you mother f-ing bitch!" I snapped angrily. I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to say something. It's not fair to just stand here, and just absorb it.
That felt good.
Vegar, Jak, and Ashlin looked at me shocked to hear such language come from my mouth. I looked at them, and blinked. "You better watch what you say girl, or else I'll feed you to the Metal Heads." Jak stepped up, defending me.
"You better not."
"Or you'll do what." Vegar said slyly, glaring at him. Jak's angry expression slowly changed to a defeated frown. "Wroooah!
Not everyone agrees with-" Pecker said, dropping out of the transporter and suddenly Daxter dropped above him. "This ridiculous decree!" He finished.
Daxter butted in, "Yeah! We want a recount." "So you wish to join him." Vegar grinned, facing them. Both Pecker and Daxter frowned and backed off. "Ugh, well we're not that outraged! Farewell Jak and Laona! Stay out of the sun! Drink lots of water... if you can find it." Pecker quickly said. Daxter whined, "Jak?"
"Go back to the city, Dax." Jak demanded. Ashlin walked up and uncuffed us.
"The city government is too powerful. There's nothing I-"
"We know."
Ashlin put a beckon in Jak's hand. "You two stay alive, do you hear me? That's an order." She stated firmly. "Someone will find you guys. I promise." Ashlin walked off and walked back in the transporter, and it flew off. Dust flew everywhere, and we had to cover our eyes until it cleared. Pecker and Daxter appeared right after the dust cloud, dusting themselves off. I was suprized they followed us. When we eventually started walking, I kept up with Jak instead of straddling behind like Pecker and Daxter were.
"We help save the city and look how they repay us."
I sighed, wiping sweat off my fore head. Jak looked down and shook his head, "Vegar's crazy. There's no reason why you should be here. I don't know how or why he said you did all that."
"I was caught working with you when we did our last mission before this. Remember? I'm guessing that's what caused all this shitty mess."
Jak and I were on a mission to take care of a pack of metal heads wandering around the streets, killing everybody at random. One got Jak and his powers over-controlled him and he transformed right infront of Vegar. I was beating the shit out of the ones attacking Jak, and myself. A few hours went by.
"Do you think we'll ever meet up with everybody else again?" Jak asked quietly.
I smirked, "Of course. Has the sun gotten to you already?"
He looked at me wearily. Jak was dragging his feet, and looked exhausted. I was slightly cooler than Jak, because I had less clothes on. But I was beginning to get lightheaded myself. He was quickly falling behind. I stopped, and waited for him to get up next to me. "Jak?" I said lowly, putting my hand on his shoulder. He closed his eyes and turned his head to my hand frowning.
Oh nice. This is now the cherry to the top of my ice cream of the day.
"This, was your stupid idea!" Pecker snapped. "Only a bird brain could figure this one out!" Daxter ranted. He started to imitate Peckers face with the accent and everything, "Let's go with him! We'll work together!" He stopped his expressions and paused, "You mean we'll DIE together! I can't believe the city hates us. We saved those low lives!" Daxter continued ranting as we moved on slowly. Jak opened his eyes and started having a flash back. After his brief flash back, he starts to tumble to the ground, and I try my hardest to keep him up.
"Jak! Jak answer me." I said concerned with my last ounce of energy. Jak had fallen on top of me, on my lap. "This bird is over cooked." Pecker whined, falling on his face. "Good idea, Jak. Just a tincy little rest.." Daxter said, falling on his face after Pecker. Jak coughed, "The palace" He had another flash back. I was still barely sitting up. The back of his torso was on my lap. I rested my arm on the top of his chest and the other on the side of his face.
"Damn..." I sighed, passing out on top of Jak. Hours later near evening time, three men walked up to us. "Looks like we've got some live ones." The first man said, hitting the side of Jak's chest. He squirmed as I coughed wearily. "Heh. Barely." The man commented. This guy had a gruff voice, and was quite aged. He had purple eyes, and a tough look on his face.
"Here's the beckon we were picking up." He said, squatting towards Jak and taking the beckon. He grabbed the chest ring on Jak. "Who gave you this?" He unnecessarily asked. Obviously in the state Jak was in, he didn't answer. The man dropped Jak harshly and stood up. "Take them with us. Lets move! I smell a storm coming." The man said as the sand twisted and turned over the wasteland.
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