Author's Notes
Hay all; this is my first story of I hope you all like it. I don't know how often I will be able to update it but I will do my best to get a new chapter up each week.
Also, I know very little about Jak and Daxter's lives in the games, I do know their personalities and such but details escape me as of now. So if I tick off any Jak and Daxter fans sorry in advance and please send me what was wrong at I will do my best to fix it in the future.
If you have any info. on Jak and Daxter you think I should know that hasn't come up yet send that to me too. Specifically I need to know what powers Jak has in his Light/Dark modes.
I own none of the characters, settings, or items from Insomniac and Naughty Dog games.
Chapter 1
Pristoners
The starship Phoenix was rather cold this morning as Ratchet took his seat in the captain's chair. The on-board heating system had been acting up again and he hadn't had time to fix it just yet. It was directly associated with the starboard engine's fuel problems. The engine had lost over 60 efficiency in the last week and sucked up tons of fuel that should have gone to the heater. Though he could likely fix it with a couple of whacks from his wrench and some less violent fine tunings in just minutes, being captain of the massive ship had other, more important, duties waiting for him all the time. Normally he would just leave such janitorial work to the repair bots of the ship, but he had found them to be rather slow and inefficient when it came to doing their job, much like the Galactic Rangers that patrolled the ship.
The Galactic Rangers weren't bad though really; they where just rather cowardly at times, "and kudos to whoever programmed that feature." Sighed Ratchet.
Ratchet's fur bristled as the bridge door opened and let in the chillier air of the main hall leading to it. In walked Clank, Ratchet's best friend and ally. Clank wasn't much good in a shoot out but damn he could sure hold his own when it mattered. Clank was the self-appointed computer specialist of the ship. His rank wasn't official, but no one objected to him being on the ship and doing what he was good at. Especially since Capt. Ratchet said it was fine.
Clank took his seat to the left of Ratchet in the computer officer's chair and swung the keyboard around to suspend just in front of his metallic fingers. "Good morning Ratchet." He said as he booted up the system for the day. (Or what was called A.M. shift on the ship since day was relative to the planet one was near and did not really apply to a ship, according to Clank) "Good morning Clank. Sleep well?" Not even looking up Clank replied "As you know Ratchet, I do not sleep, I recharge and shut down. So if you mean 'did my recharge go well' then yes it did." Ratchet rolled his eyes at the logical little robot and turned back to the forward screen looking at nothing in particular. He could always count on Clank to keep the facts strait.
Ratchet's sensitive ears picked up something above the click of Clanks typing. Footsteps. He listened for a moment to them and determined it was the heavy step of Al. Al was the technical officer of the ship and everyone knew it. He often flaunted his skills and got very annoyed if his feats where not recognized. Al was a good guy, a bit of a nerd but good none-the-less. He stepped in to the bridge, out of uniform as usual, (Ratchet didn't mind though, his yellow spandex suit was rather disturbing anyway.) holding a pink glazed donut with sprinkles from the mess hall and an extra large cup of coffee with a picture of Courtney Gears on it. Mumbling something about useless repair bots, he sat down in his seat to the right of Ratchet's and promptly finished-off his donut.
"Hay Al" Said Ratchet. Al swiveled his seat around to face the fuzzy captain. "Have you fixed the heater yet," asked Al in his nasally voice. "because I'm freezing in hear!" Al shivered for affect. "I have the repair bots on it but you know how they are" Said Ratchet. Al swiveled his chair back grumbling and took a sip of coffee.
"Incoming call from the Mayor of Metropolis." Piped up Clank "The, ahem, new Mayor of Metropolis." He added. "Oh you mean…" said Ratchet and the main screen turned on showing the old Captain of the Phoenix and Ratchet's girl-friend Sasha. "Hi boys." She said with a wave. "Just a sec." Said Ratchet pushing the "hold" button on his command board in front of him. He had been waiting all week for this call. He hadn't seen Sasha in a long time since he was made Captain of the Phoenix and she was made Mayor of Metropolis to aid in the clean up of the Tyranoid attack, and he wasn't about to screw it up. "Greetings Mayor!" Ratchet said practicing in the most official sounding voice he could make. "No, no…Hay Mayor how are things in Metropolis? Still standing I hope." Clank switched on the monitor again just as Ratchet finished this last sentence. "Greetings Captain." Said Sasha. "Oh, uh, hi." Said Ratchet sheepishly. He was never that good at talking with girls. "I see you've been taking good care of my old ship." She said looking around from inside the monitor. "If she was hear freezing she wouldn't say that" mumbled Al taking another sip of his coffee. Ratchet ignored him. "Yea, she needed some tuning up but nothing I couldn't' handle." Boasted Ratchet. Sasha laughed slightly. "I see." Then suddenly she assumed her military stance. "Listen Ratchet the reason I called is that I have bad news. Capt. Starsheild has been killed." "What no!" exclaimed Ratchet. "Yes, it seems he was involved in an illegal underground combat sport called Dreadzone located in the Dark Zone of the galaxy. We believe it is owned and operated by this man," a picture of a shark like man came up next to Sasha. "Gleemen Vox. Ratchet, you must be careful, our sources say they may coming after y…"
The transmission cut out replaced by a loud siren and flashing red lights. Clank instantly went to his monitor. "Unidentified ship approaching!" exclaimed Clank. "uh oh…" wined Al. Before Ratchet could even give an order three huge bots teleported directly behind them. Ratchet went to take out a gun, any gun. But he had neglected to put on his Gagitron Quick-select that morning. The robots where truly huge. Larger than most Ratchet had ever seen, or battled. (Accept Giant Clunk but he was another story…) They stood at about 12 feet tall and where all armed with the new Go-Comet eliminator. "Are you the Lombax known as Ratchet?" Said the one in the lead. Ratchet, Clank and Al all got out of their chairs in surprise " I don't suppose you're hear to fix the starboard engine are you?" Said Ratchet having no way to blow them to smithereens. "No, we where sent by Glemen Vox to capture you Mr. Ratchet. He is very interested in your work." Replied the robot. "Ok, first off it's Captain Ratchet to you pal. Second I'm not going anywhere." With that Ratchet's fist slammed down on the emergency scrabble button on his command board to summon the Galactic Rangers. Instantly the doorway was filled with Galactic Rangers opening fire on the mysterious robots. "Get Down!" yelled Ratchet to Clank and Al. All three leaped over the side of the observation platform to the main deck just below. Tons of Galactic Ranger fire could be herd from their cover spot. Then with some metallic clangs, the fight was over. Ratchet peeked up just in time for one of the enemy's massive hands to grab his head and pull him up. From this uncomfortable position he was face to face with the leader-bot.
Ratchet wiped out his Versa wrench and hacked off the bot's hand and the wrist. It yelled and dropped him on his feet. He had nearly forgotten about his wrench. It was permanently assigned to him by his D.N.A. courtesy of Megacourp from his commando days, it could never be taken away from him or leave his side from its reduced form on his belt. With this in hand he began to smack the massive battle-bots around a bit. Until a gun butt was brought down on his head and was knocked out.
Clank herd a sickening thud as Ratchet his the ground. He looked up over the edge of the observation platform (with some help from Al) and saw them scoop up Ratchet's motionless body. He glanced at the door and saw Galactic Ranger parts littering the hallway. Their was no help coming, Clank knew their was only one thing he could do… "Hay!" yelled Clank. The Robots turned around and looked around not seeing the source of the noise. Clank herd Al whimper. "Down hear!" Yelled Clank. The lead bot (who was missing a hand) looked down and saw him. "Well look hear boys, we got us a walking toaster." They all laughed at his ridiculous joke, but they wouldn't be laughing long… Clank's eyes began to glow red and his antenna glowed green as he activated his only means of defense that Ratchet had purchased for him in the Bogon Galaxy. Affectionately referred to as the "Clank Zapper". "I will not let you take my friend!" Red lasers fired from his eyes and his antenna and struck the first battle-bot in his chest chipping his armor and knocking him over. " "Get him!" Yelled one. The offending bot was struck with a green bolt of energy from Clank's antenna. The single green bolt being much less powerful than the combined attack from his eyes only slowed the bot down. He picked up Clank engulfing him in one hand. Clank franticly charged his eyes for another blast, forcing his power core to its limits. But not fast enough. "Night, night," said the bot and brought his fist down on Clank's cranium.
Al heard all of this from his hiding spot. He knew the little robot stood no chance against those brutes, even with his mighty "Clank Zapper." He whimpered as he heard the robots come down the ramps to the main deck towards him. He had only a Lancer with him, witch was standard issue for any officer, and a plasma grenade prototype he was going to sell to Gagitron. Summoning all the courage he had Al jumped out into the open and fired his Lancer. The small projectiles of energy bounced harmlessly off of the battle-bot's chest armor. The bot looked at the small scorches of damage on his armor then to Al. "That, was a mistake." He said menacingly. Al took a step back as the deadly robot approached and could also hear the others making their way behind him down the other ramp. Remembering his supper hero dreams and fantasies Al yelled the bravest thing he could think of; "You'll never take me alive coppers!" and tossed the primed grenade at the robot. The robot caught the grenade and inspected it curiously. Never had he seen a stranger device. A weapon one tosses? How… booom! The grenade went off in his quizzical face and he was incinerated in a holocaust of supper-heated plasma. The other two where astounded by their ally's untimely demise and then looked at Al who suddenly realized he was weaponless. (He still had the Lancer but a lot of good that had done him already.) Al put his hands up throwing the Lancer aside. "I surrender! I give up!" he yelled. The robots watched the Lancer fly away. And then looked back to Al. Not programmed to attack unarmed people unless directly ordered to by Glemen Vox they took him prisoner.
The two bots paraded their catches though the ship back to their transport waiting for them in the hangar, much to the dismay of the Galactic Ranger. They could do nothing to help their Captain, less they hurt him more or cause the superior battle-bots to kill him. The lugged Ratchet and Clank into the first holding tank with two other prisoners. A dark looking man with pointy ears, green hair and gote. And what was apparently his friend, a small squirrel like creature with a flight helmet. As the door opened the squirrel came alive. "Let me out'a hear you bucked headed morons! I'll tear you limb from limb!" The Squirrel leaped at the captors and slammed head-first into the one-way force field holding him in. The robots chuckled and tossed in the Lombax and the smaller bot who where still unconscious. Then they shut the blast door and locked them in.
The dull-blue lights of the holding tank came on as the door shut. "Calm down Daxter," said Jak from his leaning position in the far corner. "When they lower that shield then well get them." "Why did you just stand their!" complained Daxter. "You could have gone dark and torn them to pieces with the dark lighting stuff!" "Because I can do more damage to them if I can actually touch them." Replied Jak calmly. The ship leached and gained speed and Jak could hear the thrusters turn on indicating they where probably in space again. "Oh I get ya," said Daxter slyly. "You wait for the right time to strike then WHAM! BAM! You tack um out!" Daxter imitated some kung-fu moves "Good plan." He remarked karate chopping.
Ratchet could hear voices. His head hurt and he couldn't think strait. Suddenly the short battle came back to him. He marveled at the fact that he wasn't dead and sat up. Sensing he was awake, the nano teach in his blood stream activated and cleared his head. He looked around and found himself in a prison hold with a tall pointy eared man, a weasel and the motionless Clank. "Clank!" he yelled leaning down to his buddy. "Clank speak to me!" Clanks eyes fluttered open and his nano tech fixed the dent in his head. "What happened?" He asked as he stood up. "We've apparently been captured." Said Ratchet. "Hay, how's the gerbil?" said Daxter. Ratchet wiped around to see Daxter starring up at him arms crossed. "Who are you calling a gerbil, you little weasel!" yelled Ratchet. "He's not a gerbil!" yelled Jak back moving from his corner into Ratchet's face. "He's my friend!" "Oh, and what are you going to do about it elf boy?" "I'm gonn'a tear you apart gerbil!" and Jak took a swing at the Lombax. Ratchet ducked under the attack and tackled Jak to the floor ware they wrestled each other in fierce combat.
Daxter walked over to Clank who was watching the fight with great distaste. Daxter watched the fight with him then poked Clank with his elbow. "Hay robot, I'll bet ya 6 orbs Jak kicks your friends furry but." Clank ignored him and checked his internal G.P.S. (galactic positioning system) "Oh my," he said viewing the results. "We are headed to the Dark Zone!"
Well their it is. Sent all comments to I take everything from compliments to out right criticism.