GoldensunSheba: Hi guys this is my second fic cool huh?
Sheaira: No not really
GoldensunSheba: Yeah I know but this fic is going to be on the up coming game!
Sheaira: Oh Jak 2
GoldensunSheba: Yeah somewhere along the lines of that.
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Chapter one: 500 hundred years into the future
"Open it OPEN IT!" screamed the ottsel in Keira's ear. Keira grumbled and placed her device on the door.
"Open door NOW!" the ottsel went on like that. Samos smacked the little red fur ball on the head.
"Sheaira be patient just because you haven't seen that fleabag for two hours doesn't mean you have to go crazy," Samos said.
"Besides," said Keira's voice as she backed away from the door, "It's opened."
"Yes!" Sheaira climbed on Keira's shoulder, "Ta ta for now old green stuff."
"We'll be back as soon as we find Jak and Daxter," Keira ran towards the bright light and the door slamed shut. Samos stared for a moment and sighed.
"Now those two flea bags are gone."
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"Ouch why'd it have to go so fast," the red ottsel stood up dazed and confused, she turn to Keira but soon found out that the woman behind her didn't look anything like Keira, "Who are you."
"Have you gone completely nut Sheaira?" asked the long dark green haired girl, she was wearing dark sunglasses an emerald green top and dark navy blue pants that had something Sheaira had never seen, laser guns just above her knees and lime green sandals, "It's me Keira."
"What?" Sheaira stared at her, "Nice cloths, where have you been the past 500 years," she laughed.
"Where are we?" Keira looked around at the fly car high above them.
"How am I suppose to know when you're the expert on these types of things," asked the red Ottsel who had jumped back on Keira's shoulder.
"Well maybe we did travel 500 years into the future."
"Yes you have," said a voice behind them. They turned to see a man.
"Great Mr. Know it all, who the hell are you?" Sheaira asked.
"I'd ask the same to you two," said the man.
"I am the famous Sheaira and she Keira," said the furry red ottsel on Keira's shoulder.
"I have seen your kind before but the other one annoyed our boss," he said picking Sheaira up by the tail.
"Yeah he can be like that," said Keira rolling her eyes "Was there a boy with him?"
"You mean Jak?" asked the man.
"No she means somebody else, OF COURSE WE MEAN JAK!"
"Smart mouth isn't she?" asked the man, "Well anyways welcome to Sandover City."
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GoldensunSheba: *giggle* I got info so this story may make a little since.
Sheaira: Review!!
Sheaira: No not really
GoldensunSheba: Yeah I know but this fic is going to be on the up coming game!
Sheaira: Oh Jak 2
GoldensunSheba: Yeah somewhere along the lines of that.
~-~-~
Chapter one: 500 hundred years into the future
"Open it OPEN IT!" screamed the ottsel in Keira's ear. Keira grumbled and placed her device on the door.
"Open door NOW!" the ottsel went on like that. Samos smacked the little red fur ball on the head.
"Sheaira be patient just because you haven't seen that fleabag for two hours doesn't mean you have to go crazy," Samos said.
"Besides," said Keira's voice as she backed away from the door, "It's opened."
"Yes!" Sheaira climbed on Keira's shoulder, "Ta ta for now old green stuff."
"We'll be back as soon as we find Jak and Daxter," Keira ran towards the bright light and the door slamed shut. Samos stared for a moment and sighed.
"Now those two flea bags are gone."
~-~-~
"Ouch why'd it have to go so fast," the red ottsel stood up dazed and confused, she turn to Keira but soon found out that the woman behind her didn't look anything like Keira, "Who are you."
"Have you gone completely nut Sheaira?" asked the long dark green haired girl, she was wearing dark sunglasses an emerald green top and dark navy blue pants that had something Sheaira had never seen, laser guns just above her knees and lime green sandals, "It's me Keira."
"What?" Sheaira stared at her, "Nice cloths, where have you been the past 500 years," she laughed.
"Where are we?" Keira looked around at the fly car high above them.
"How am I suppose to know when you're the expert on these types of things," asked the red Ottsel who had jumped back on Keira's shoulder.
"Well maybe we did travel 500 years into the future."
"Yes you have," said a voice behind them. They turned to see a man.
"Great Mr. Know it all, who the hell are you?" Sheaira asked.
"I'd ask the same to you two," said the man.
"I am the famous Sheaira and she Keira," said the furry red ottsel on Keira's shoulder.
"I have seen your kind before but the other one annoyed our boss," he said picking Sheaira up by the tail.
"Yeah he can be like that," said Keira rolling her eyes "Was there a boy with him?"
"You mean Jak?" asked the man.
"No she means somebody else, OF COURSE WE MEAN JAK!"
"Smart mouth isn't she?" asked the man, "Well anyways welcome to Sandover City."
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GoldensunSheba: *giggle* I got info so this story may make a little since.
Sheaira: Review!!
