Right then, it's short, but I need to set this thing all up, so the first few chapters will be a little short and slow. Stick round if you want, don't if ya don't. don't ask about the title, I don't know! Theres a note in my note book that says gadzooks! I think zippies getting his freak on. I thought it was better than thinking of something original. Hit it Clue!

Clue: first off your putting me in your retarded story, second of all you don't own squat, third off this better be good cause you waste 7th period every day to day dream this thing!

Shut up! Don't listen to him and go read the story! Don't forget to review!

---get your freak on---

Daxter was finding it frustratingly hard to get any respect in this city. Being fuzzy and orange didn't help. It had been almost two years now and all he had found out was that Jak was somewhere in the prison, and even that much had taken him longer than he thought it would.

It would be easy enough to sneak in but just couldn't find a way in so the sneaking could commence.

Though Daxter had to admit it, Haven city wasn't all bad, at least the women were scadley dressed. From his lounging position on the bench of the water fountain near the statue of Mar He watched a hot elf chick in short shorts and a tank top strut by.

Daxter was doing the same thing he did every day at noon: Babe watching.

He was watching another particularly attractive pointy eared woman when his view was suddenly replaced with a very large shadow.

Bright blue eyes glared down at him from under unkept ebony hair," What's the likes of you doing around here?" he transferred the cigarette hanging on his lip to his hand and taped it on the blue facial tattoo on his cheek as he exhaled.

Daxter jumped up, "What's it to you! It's a free country isn't it! I can be any where I want." He crossed his small orange arms and tried to look tough.

The man seemed to bend down as if taking a closer look at him, "I see…" he mumbled to himself, "And no it's not free," he said rather icily.

Daxter got the immediate feeling that this guy was like a rock; he wasn't even annoyed with him like most people were when he opened his mouth. He wasn't even surprised that he had opened it at all.

"My people tell me your looking for a way inside the baron's prison," he took another drag of his cigarette.

"I'm listening," Dax assured, he'd do any thing at this point to get in there; even give up his midday babe watching.

"Follow me," and the he just walked away with out a second word, leaving Daxter to negotiate the crowd himself.

Since being otsel size made this a bit of a challenge, he soon began to hate the big black boots and the swishing hem of the long brown duster as he followed the strange guy thru the sea of legs.

They stopped out side the prison wall near an air duct with an electric blue grate covering it. Dax rolled his eyes. He'd already tried this way. Any idiot could think of this, the only problem was that the grate happened to be made out of a horribly fleshing burning substance commonly known as a force field.

"Hey buddy I tried this already, and trust me burnt otsel fur don't smell good."

The young man ignored him and crouched down in front of the grate. The sound of unsnapping buttons was heard and then a few moments later a thud. He stood up buttoning a snap on his gloves, revealing a perfectly safe passage into the prison.

Daxter stared at the new opening, "Whoa…Can you teach me that one 'o' mighty mysterious one?"

Surprisingly the man grinned slightly and saluted, "gods speed orange lightning," he then turned and walked away into the crowd and disappeared, as unexpectedly as he had arrived.

Dax looked from where the mysterious guy had disappeared to the open grate and back again.

"Hhmm... Orange Lightning? Got a nice ring to it…." He mused as he scampered down the duct.