"Alright, where's the last Metal Head Scout?" Daxter asked. Jak just shrugged. Originally, there had only been five dragon-looking Scouts. But Torn had called back in when Jak was just about to leave. He said something about another Scout just arriving, but then the transmission got cut out.
They had no choice but to find it.
A low growl interrupted Dax from making one of his snyde remarks. Jak hefted his yellow gun mod and cautiously walked forward. He heard another growl when he stepped into a small cave, then an animalistic yelp of pain. Something large and black shifted its position from within the cave.
"What is that..." Jak's question was soon answered by the scaly, frightening head of a dragon. It snapped its jaws at them, then it retreated back into the shadows, whining in pain.
Help me, Dark One...
"What? Did you hear that Dax?" Jak looked around while asking.
"No, bro, I didn't hear anything."
Dark One, you MUST help me...
"Are you talking to me?"
Yes, Dark One...
"Well, my name is Jak, not 'Dark One' or whatever. What do you need help with?"
I'm about to breathe my last breath. I need... You to save my daughter, Tiamat...
"Okay, so, where is she?"
She is... Here. The dragon Metal Head moved its head and pushed out a faintly glowing egg. With a jolt, Jak realized that the Metal Head was talking to him. Take her... Go, I can't...
With a whimper, the dragon laid its head on the green ground. It closed its eyes and died.
"Well... That saved us the trouble of killing it ourselves, eh, Jak?" Dax's voice penetrated Jak's thoughts. "What's that thing?" Dax jumped down and nudged the glowing egg.
"We're bringing it with us," Jak heard himself say. He couldn't stop himself from picking up the small egg and putting it in his pocket.
"What? Why? That thing reeks of bad news!"
"It doesn't reek," Jak snapped at him.
"Okay, Jeesh! Ya don't hafta bite my head off!"
One question went around and around in Jak's head. Why am I helping a Metal Head?