-AUTHOR NOTES-
So, yeah, this ended up being the first Jak and Daxter story I ever wrote, all the way back in the summer of 2002, when I had no idea about what Jak II would have been like. So what's it doing here now? I just wanted to convert it to story format due to DA's new policy, as well as breaking it down into smaller, easier-to-read chunks.
After looking back on this, I have thoughts on wondering if I could link Yolanda, Bubba and Olga into any possible Jak 3 related fiction I could write in the future. But we'll see about that as time goes on.
Either way, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it, all them months ago.
Peace out,
-Rexy-
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Two weeks ago, two young men discovered the Precursor Legacy. Though much different in appearance, they have shared great qualities from each other. The power of Dark Eco showed them their weaknesses, a threat to the land, and a change for one of the young men. On the other hand the power of White Eco was a benefit, showing them their strengths, clearing the threat, and now all of those alive today wish to seek it. Now, the Dark Eco lives in one place and one place only, and this means that a new adventure will seep out from the surface…
-Fan Fiction presents-
-A fanfic written by RexRock-
JAK AND DAXTER
The Curse of Misty Island™
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It all started when a surprising event took place within the world they live in. A way to unlock… the mysterious gate…
The scene opens up at the tops of Gol and Maia's Citadel, located in the Northern regions of the world. There stood Samos, the Green Sage, and his rather not-so-green daughter Keira. They both stood over the barriers, looking out for their heroes. Samos suddenly stopped and made a walk towards a seal nearby.
"If only if we have enough power cells to open the gate…" he sighed to himself.
"Awww, don't worry father", Keira smiled with optimism. "I'm sure that Jak and Daxter will bring them here. No doubts about it."
The old green sage started to look down, and then he slowly turned around, facing his offspring.
"But… what if this requires 200 of those to open the gate? Surely there isn't enough in this world to-"
"Stop panicking!" she shouted back. "You know that there's only 100 slots to open the door anyhow. Be positive, father."
Samos resorted with a sigh. "Fine, I will…"
"Besides, it looks like the boys are back."
They both looked down a hole in the tower, and saw two figures, coming up there, travelling on a golden platform. Immediately, Keira started smiling. Samos, however, seemed to twist his beard with suspicions in his mind. Finally, the platform came to a stop, and they looked ahead, into the eyes… of Jak and Daxter.
"Hi guys!" Keira greeted them both.
"KEIRA!!!!!" exclaimed Daxter with his eyes widened.
No longer than he said that, Daxter immediately made a flying leap into her chest. She staggered a bit, but she soon regained balance. This leaves her to look down at the furry otzel – half otter half weasel – with uttermost… disgust.
"NEXT TIME DON'T DO THAT!!!" she screamed out to the ottsel.
"Do what?"
"Jumping onto me like that! You know better, right?"
"Well can I at least organize a date tonight? I got it all set up in a luxury restaurant in Rock Village, and it'll be a perfect night." He then started singing almost out-of tune. "Just the two of us, me and Keira in the sky, just the two of us, you and-"
But just before he finished singing… he was tossed off her lap, and landed on his back, causing a minor crease in his tail.
"Hey, what's the big idea?" he frowned while straightening his tail.
"Sorry Dax, but you know well that I'm more suited for Jak."
As she goes up to him, they both take their stances. They placed a hand on each other's shoulders, and leant in towards each other. The lips were about to touch, when…
"Oi you two!" Samos exclaimed from the gate. "I think it's time we finally got around to opening that door!"
"Oh yeah…" Daxter sighed with a more casual expression. "Whew, thanks for stopping the lovebirds, Sam."
Back with Jak and Keira, they both ended up shrugging and each other. He made a jog towards his friend, and they soon stepped towards the barrier.
"Have you got everything?" asked the Sage.
Daxter folded his arms with a confident look. "Of course we have a hundred power cells Sam, where's your self esteem?"
Within no time at all, the power cells started to float out of Jak's pockets – now how everything can fit in there I have no idea - and onto the door. A second later, it swung open in front of them, showing a bright white glow emerging.
"Crikey, of all of White Eco…" whispered Samos with widened eyes.
"WHOA!!!!!" Daxter exclaimed excitedly as he ran towards the door. "Now I'm really gonna be changed back in no time!!!"
Keira gave out a deep gasp. "Daxter, wait!"
But it was too late. He already stormed through the door, expecting a transformation back. Daxter forced himself as he struggled against the white light, looking for its source. As its brightness started to sting his eyes, he placed his paws right out in front of them with hope for blocking them. And then… he felt something.
"I felt something", he pondered.
With one paw covering his eyes and another one free, he reached out in front of him, and that was where he felt a grasp with a strange long object.
"Hmmm…" he started smiling. "Difficult, yes, very difficult… hmmm… feels like some strange metal sausage… with a foghorn at one end? Exactly how can that produce the white light? Hmmm… c'mere!"
Within no time at all he made a grasp for the object, and lifted it high… and then, the light stopped flashing. He released the grip on the hand over the eyes, and saw himself… home sweet home. He looked down at himself, and there he was, in an open drawer, with some old clothes about to fall out. And then he looked in his hand, and there he saw… a flashlight shaped like a staff's handle and a golden-coned end. As he looked in the reflection of the staff, he saw himself wearing a baby sock for a nightcap, and to his right, he saw his best friend Jak, tucked up in bed.
"I should have known that it was only a dream", he muttered to himself. "Oh well, never mind."
He climbed out from the drawers, and tiptoed through the pile of junk food remains on the floor – looks like Daxter's supper from the previous night – and sneaked his way over to Jak's bed. A key was seen hanging. From there he took the key and made his way to the front door. With caution he managed to unlock it and step out into the darkened streets of Sandover Village. Course, that was of little interest to him… what was though was the rocky path leading down to Sentinel Beach. He made his way down two steps at a time, and sat down, leaning his head on a rock. A small hermit crab came nearby.
"Hey Crabby", he greeted the creature. "Have you been wondering what's behind the portal too?"
The crab came towards him, and looked up with their eyes meeting together.
"Well, do you at least know where the citadel is? There's a portal there that I'm puzzling about. It's been there for the past few days… one time I thought there really was White Eco in there, and another night there was a rubber chicken with a pulley in the middle. And tonight I came across… my own SparkBeam™ torch. You got any ideas?"
There was no response.
"Course, you have to know about it when you go there", he nodded. "Have you ever been to-"
Before he could say anything else, the crab used one of his pincers to tightly squeeze onto Daxter's tail!
"OW!!!!!!!!!!!" he moaned with pain as he pulled the tail away. "Fine, don't bother listening to me! I'll have you for tea tonight, just like I did with another crab yesterday!"
"You ate crab the other day?!?" the crab said with an aggressive voice. "So THAT'S where my sister went!!!"
From there, the crab made a run away from Daxter, crying his heart out. All he could do is lower his head and shake it in disgust.
"Stupid crab, always blubbering like a baby…" he started, before pausing. "Wait a minute… it spoke? Hmmm…" He gave out an agitated sigh. "That must be Samos on the Precursucchino again."
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At the other side of the village was another beach, only this time two islands can be seen on the horizon. The one on the right is the beautiful shoreline area known as Geyser Rock, but our attention is on the one on the left – Misty Island. Thunder shook above it, as a disaster started to befall.
"Olga, hurry up! The lurkers are catching up!"
Behind one of the rocks on the shore came out a tall girl, with skin of a light fuchsia, summer clothes, a funny green beret and a crimson cloak, and with eyes coloured blue and with shoulder length blonde hair. After a few seconds she managed to grab the hands of a smaller girl, with black hair, a bright white t-shirt, and a pleated powder blue skirt. They started running again, and sooner or later, from the same rocks came a herd of powerful lurkers, all with their distinguishable purple fur. The chase continued as they headed into an open temple area.
"Yolanda, help me! I can't run any further! I'm a sacrifice!" Olga cried out in a Haiku fashion.
"No you're not, as I've got you covered!"
They stormed through the doors of the temple, and immediately ran up the stairs to their left. That was where they saw a risky choice to take from – Dark Eco. They quickly made their way down towards the pool. The lurkers soon came to the edge.
"Where do you think they went?" one of them asked the other.
"I dunno, maybe they got killed in the Dark Eco."
"What about Jak and Daxter? The latter survived when he went down there, didn't he?"
"I know that, but the two girls looked absolutely skill-less. C'mon guys, let's go."
The lurkers soon left the pool. Underneath the kerb surrounding it, Yolanda hid herself tightly between there and the surface of the Eco. With caution she jumped up and onto the surface.
"Okay Olga, it's safe to come out now."
No response.
"Olga? Hey, where are you?"
"Uh, I need your help!" she screamed. "I can't reach from under here… oh yeah, I still can."
She quickly leant over the side of the pool, ready to catch her hand in the dark shadows. Then it felt her.
"I have got your hand!" she spoke with optimism. "Now can you go pull me up? I'm losing my grip!"
"Okay!"
She carefully tried to pull her out from the pool… but as her hand came into the light, she saw something peculiar in her. Her skin suddenly turned white, as she saw that her hand was holding… a wing. A blue wing. It twitched its feathers up and down. She realized, that she had her hands held… onto a Flut-Flut.
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A set of fresh deep footprints was seen in the sandy area leading back up to the village. At this stage, the sun was only just seen as a red line among the horizon. The front door in one of the houses was now left open, bringing a cool draft inside. As we go into the room, we see the room almost exactly as it was when we left it. Daxter remained inside his open drawer, lying down, and facing the ceiling. With eyes wide open.
"Just… what… can it… be…?" he muttered to himself. "Gotta… see… the… portal…" He turned over with his back against the doorway. "But… I can't get there yet because we don't have all the Power Cells…" He then sat right up. "Exactly… where… can them last ten be?"
He took a torn jumper from the floor, and wrapped himself up inside it. As he leant back down, he tried his best to engage himself in thoughts, but he felt his body relaxing. His breathing started to become lighter, his eyes suddenly started to close, and his mind began to go blank. From there, he suddenly managed to drift off.
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Back outside on the streets of the village, all still remained as silent as ever. However, something else can be seen on the horizon. A small spec of light appeared to come from the direction of the tallest point on Misty Island… but it didn't form a beam across the village. Instead, it made a sudden stop in the Village Square. It started to glow brighter… and brighter… and brighter… until it finally struck down as a large beam in the middle of the square, causing an echoing boom.
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Daxter awoke with a start and a squeal, as well as seeing the jumper covered in sweat.
"Crikey, now the thing in the door was a high tech laser beam coming towards the village!" He remained in silence for a while, before a boom was heard from outside. "Or maybe… it wasn't?"
Having heard that, he quickly leapt out from his bed and headed towards the front door. As he stepped out, all he saw in the beam… was a shadow. A peculiar looking shadow. It had long pointed ears, a long pointed goatee and curved hair. Two small brightly coloured eyes can be seen in there. And sorcerer-like clothes can be seen through the shadow… well maybe a cloak, but you get the idea.
"Talk about an RPG character lookalike!" Daxter exclaimed.
Within time, the figure raised himself into the air, and generated something into his hands. All that Daxter could do was look up and see what he's trying to do… and then hide inside a well in the square. He took a slight peek from his hiding place, and saw what it was intending of doing. And then, it struck. It sent out simultaneous light beams, illuminating the houses one by one. They went in the light, and after the light faded… they vanished!
"WHAT?!?!? This world's gone mad!!!!!!"
Without hesitation he made a jump out of the well and towards a hut near the fisherman's port. He tried to make a reach for the door knob, but another beam went down in front of him before he can even touch it. From there that hut vanished with some of the others on the same street.
"Damn, NOT JAK'S UNCLE!!!!!!!"
He started bouncing up and down in frustration as he continued to look around for somewhere to go. Then he saw it… a wooden bridge. It lead to a small island nearby, with a tall hut. And that one, as he knew it, belonged to Samos. He immediately made a run towards it, but before he could do anything… a beam attacked it, cutting one end off, and it was sent hanging on the side of the cliff like a ladder. He looked down even more, and saw piranhas swimming in the water.
"Oh great, now I can't get across… not even by swimming… I HATE TO GET MY FUR WET!!!!!!"
The figure came closer and closer to him as he tried to take cover. He ran all the way across to Oracle, making flying leaps across the rocks on the way there, until… he stopped at the idol's feet.
"Oh great and metallic one," he started praying, "can you help me get rid of this mess with that maniac back at the village square?"
"I'm sorry Daxter, but I do not have the power to deal with it right now", said the Oracle in a deep and upset tone. "Please come back when you have all 100 Power Cells."
"BUGGER!!!!!!!!"
It was all too late. The figure came towards him, and encircled him like a shadow creeping up his spine. He hid behind Oracle, looking for support, and then it struck him – the beam finally hit him. As the white light overtook his eyes, he saw the figure. The colours of the figure came into view as he finally saw him for what he is.
Gol has come back.
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A bright sunrise shone over Sandover Village on a beautiful Thursday morning. The market stands in the centre of town would have been active by now, but they were just as quiet as the breeze over the town. A pile of rubble from the mass destruction last night remained as still on the floor as ever. The tall grass remained blowing in the wind, and as one patch blew, we saw a set of strong footprints in the ground. And that was at where was meant to be one end of the bridge leading to the Green Sage's hut. On the other side of the piranha-infested channel, a deeper set of footprints were seen, followed by another trail leading to the stone steps… which weren't cast back. Once inside, Samos was sitting in a far corner, looking at a still unconscious Daxter on the sofa. Jak was here too, watching over his shoulder.
"Uh, Samos…" he asked the sage in a sweet male voice.
"Yeah?"
"I may feel a bit stupid when I say this, but… you think he collapsed like the rubble in the Village Square?"
"I'm a bit unsure about this collapsing theory. To be honest, I think the energy of the particles have done something else."
"What do you mean?"
Samos suddenly turned around, with one end of his predictions for the actions.
"After looking at some of the absorbed energy particles in Daxter's fur, I can say… that the houses weren't destroyed."
"But the rubble…" Jak began, but was cut off by Samos bringing one of his hands out in front of his face.
"I know, but let me explain. The particles seem to have a vast amount of transportation characteristics. This means that the people are not dead, but they are elsewhere in this world."
"But how can we tell where they are?"
"Well having seen that Daxter and Oracle managed to survive, they will try and figure out where it came from. The only problem with Oracle was that the light came towards him from behind, so that cancels him out", the Sage growled with anger.
"I knew there was a catch", blinked Jak, kicking a small green orb across the floor.
Suddenly, there was a stirring and a slight moaning from the sofa. They both quickly turned in that direction, and saw Daxter starting to stir. He opened one eye… and then came another. And after much hesitation, he sat up from his position, rubbing his forehead back and forth with one of his paws.
"Ow, I feel like Hell", he moaned with pain.
Then he finally noticed Jak and Samos staring back at him. Immediately, he placed on a quizzical look on his face.
"Why are you two looking at me like that?" the ottsel asked them both.
"Daxter, you've finally come to!" Samos smiled.
"Eh?"
"As one of the witnesses for last night's attack on the town, you must have known where the light came from."
Immediately he leapt off the sofa, and took a different seat on one of Samos's exotic plants.
"Well lemme think…" he placed his hand on his forehead, trying to think away from his headache. "Ah! I saw a tow beam at the end of the large beam that belted the town, and I can say that it came from… m… mi… mi… misssss… MISTY ISLAND!!!!"
That caused him to immediately scream around the room, but it didn't quite affect Jak and Samos.
"Well that's straightforward", smiled Jak. "All we do is take a boat over there and go reclaim the village's inhabitants."
"What?" Daxter growled. "What are you talking about???"
"My theories have lead to the particles surrounding your target", Samos nodded lightly with the bird on the log on his head facing the same expression. "They have the energy to transport particles from its target area to its origin, so they're all at Misty Island. Do not panic!"
"OK…" Daxter growled while folding his arms. "But I thought I made a promise three weeks ago."
"And what was that?"
"After falling in that Dark Eco stuff I proclaimed that I am NOT going back to Misty Island… are we?"
"I'm afraid we have to", frowned Jak, "or else we'll face an empty town for a long time."
"I can cope with that", sneered the ottsel.
"And to make it worse, we have no K-E-I-R-A."
Upon hearing that remark, Daxter's face immediately turned white.
"No Keira?!?!? Man, I wish she came back to me!!!" he angrily sighed, bringing his arms closer towards the floor. "All right, we'll go to the island, providing that you don't push me in the Dark Eco, therefore turning me into a hermit crab or something stupid."
"I knew I could count on you boys!" Samos smiled at them. "Your means of transportation is outside what was the Fisherman's hut. Use the boat to get to Misty Island and we'll soon have our people back in no time."
"Yeah, sure, whatever", leered Daxter.
So our dynamic duo went down the steps and made a flying leap across to the village square – whoa, how did they do that? – and onto the fisherman's boat, ready to cross the open sea ahead of them, for a thrilling adventure they'd never forget.
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Back on Misty Island, a dull and cloudy day approached the area. The sunlight was almost totally blocked out, but there was just enough to see the torches go out. Within the area, a black shadow came into view. It stood on four legs, and it seemed to have lots of fur on it. A bandana and jacket can be made out, as well as a tail poking at the back. He came towards a sign outside a large wooden wall.
"Help wanted"
His yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, and he looked at the sign a few times. Then he managed to stand upright and open the door. A lot of furry footprints were left behind. The door slowly shut behind him, and all that can be heard over the wooden spikes at the top… was laughing. Idiotic laughing. A laughter that was so manical the whole of the island could hear it.
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A long tidal wave can be seen approaching the island ahead, and a path of water can also be seen among the surface. As we follow it we come across a boat with a huge fan on it. And riding inside it… hmmm, well I'd rather not tell who they are because you guys are meant to have the smarts, brainiacs!
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts", Daxter started singing to himself. "All of them are standing in a row…"
"Daxter, can you please stop with the singing now?" growled Jak. "That same song has been driving me mad since we set sail!"
"Sorry, it's just that I felt a little bored."
"Well why can't we play I Spy when we travel?"
Upon hearing that, Daxter's eyes widened. "What, us play I Spy? You've got to be kidding me!!!"
"Well it was just a suggestion."
"I'm telling you now, it's a pretty naff suggestion if you ask me", the Ottsel frowned.
"Never mind, let's try something else…"
"I know! Chess!"
Sooner after that screaming of the solution, Jak lowered his head and shook it gently. Another weird thought from the otzel, he thought.
"We can't play chess because A – I'm driving, and 2 – the pieces will go all over the place."
"Uh, whoops", Daxter blushed.
But all of a sudden, the sound of booming thunder was heard in the distance, causing him to jump from his position.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGH!!!!!! What was that?"
"Sounds like…" Jak pondered, "a storm…"
Lightning flashed around them as black clouds suddenly surrounded them. A downfall of rain managed to come near them and hit the water surface at a high velocity. Thunder was heard once again as the wind started to blow faster and faster upon them. That left Jak holding onto the steering wheel and Daxter trying to reach him, but he kept on sliding down towards the fan almost every single time.
"Daxter, just hold onto something! Quick!"
And so he did. Upon next sliding down to the fan he held onto its support stand with all four paws and his tail. The current became rougher, and the lightning flashes became more powerful, following by more deafening thunderbolts. On occasion, they even struck down towards the surface, forcing the water to rush down to the bottom of the surface… inside a whirlpool. In no time at all they soon came right up towards one of them.
"Well, here goes nothing… prepare for the jump Dax!"
Daxter hung on much tighter as they approached the hazard. Quickly, Jak pulled down on the steering wheel, and the boat was sent rocketing through the air and hovering two feet above the aquatic vortex. The boat's base managed to reach the open sea again just before it touched down. The current became rougher – the water was sent inside the vessel this time, and at one time it completely drenched Daxter from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
"JUST WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DRIVING NEXT TIME!!!!!!" he shouted with his teeth showing.
"Sorry", Jak apologized while trying to contain his laughter.
"I was talking to the stupid current."
Lightning flashed onto the surface again, and this time another whirlpool was formed. The steering wheel was pressed down again as they both were sent flying into the air and over the hazard. The wind became much harder as it blew at gale force speed, bringing Daxter's fur into a stick-back motion.
"Wild thing, you make my heart sing, you make everything…" he stopped singing, "too rough for these extremes."
Another whirlwind came near them, and this time Jak pulled down on the controls… but nothing happened. This meant that the boat was sent flying… into the treacherous swirling danger. Faster and faster they went down towards the bottom, with squeals as loud as they can get them. The force of the water soon became stronger as they continued to hold onto the boat… but it was just too strong, as they slipped away one by one.
-end of part 1-