All right here's the rundown: This is going to be my first real committed story that will be seriously long and seriously intense. That's my opinion anyway. This story takes place two and a half years from Jak 3. The Krimzon is cleaning up the remnants of the blast bots, as well as any metalheads running about. This story focuses on two beings that have arrived on Jak and Daxter planet in its time of revival and begin unravelling a plot that threatens the universes very exhistence. There will be a good amount of extra characters as well (whether they are for or against these two beings is up to you to decide or wait until I tell you in the chapters).

Reviews are appreciated D!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Jak and Daxter co., who are the property of Naughty Dog (May they Live Eternally). I do, however, own my characters that are used in this story.

Interference

Chapter 1: Subtle Entrances

High in the night sky, there was a glittering shine that grew larger as the seconds passed. The sandstorm below raged, tearing apart the top layer of sand. The light continued to grow, until it entered the atmosphere. Anyone who was awake would have been blinded by such brightness. However there were only four people who saw this event. Three in Haven City, and one in the desert that surrounded Spargis. A loud humming filled the air, sending vigorous vibrations throughout the area. The bright object was enormous, at least larger the size of a certain bar in Haven City. It crashed into the ground, sending shockwaves along the earth. It shook the very foundation of Spargis, waking the population frightfully. This quake was short. When silence had once again settled, the sandstorm began its rage once again.

Down in the enormous crater the thing had made, a hatch began to open. It had the natural appearance of some kind of ship made of a strange translucent metal. It was perfectly round, and on one end there were a heavy set of engine turbines which were hissing and sputtering weakly. Unlike most cliches, the two figures exiting the craft were not enveloped by light from the craft. The inside was terribly dark. The deep crater almost echoed with their voices.

"What a landing, aye Dakit?" One voice remarked chastely. The night sky kept its actual form completely subdued from any vision to identify, "I swear Paska, I'm going to kill you one of these days. That was all your fault and you know it," The other voice replied, obviously annoyed. The other voice seemed taken aback, "Oh come on Dakit, even your buttery ass can admit that was fun!" It was obviously enjoying its moment of glory, "Either way Dakit, we're here. Now what do we do? Go shopping for new decor for the ship?"

There was a yell and a short scramble struggle. There was a loud smack and the first voice that had smart mouthed almost seemed to bark in surprise and pain, "HE-HEY! What was that for!?"

"For being an imbecile. Now hurry up and put these clothes on. We aren't going to get around without being noticed unless we have a good disguise," There was a sound like something was being dragged until the happy-go-lucky voice returned, "These are our disguises? Their pathetic." It stated, "Just put them on. And at least try to focus for once. I can't stand having you as a partner," In a few minutes and chastising whispers, both figures clambered out of the crater.

They were shaped as most humanoid figures were, a little shorter and thin, but never the less, well covered. Each wore great tattered brown cloaks, with an assortment of clothing underneath, basically some dark pants and bright shirts. Their heads were hidden with toboggans and scarfs tied tightly around their heads.

"They're itchy Dakit," Paska said sadly as he itched his thigh. The right foot rubbed against the opposite ankle. Unconcerned with his companions opinion, Dakit began walking. Paska noticed he was being left behind and caught up, "Uh, we're leaving all our stuff behind?"

"We shouldn't carry those kind of items. Besides there won't be anything left in a few hours." Dakit said this as if it was an every day chore.

"Nothing left? How are you gonna-"

"Just wait and see. First we need to get to Haven."

"What are we supposed to do there?"

"What do you think? We need to make sure everything goes according to plan, and that we keep a few brown nosers out of our business."

"Well, how do you plan on doing that when they're not even supposed to know we're even here!? Huh!? how ya gonna manage that?"

With a swift stride, Dakit hand gripped painfully on the scarf over Paska's mouth. The other let out a small "EEP!" before gaining control over himself and simply stood there with his arms hanging limp. After the first few seconds, he thought Dakit wouldn't let go, until he felt the hand squeeze tightly out of anger and tore itself away from the scarf.

"Please don't talk anymore."

"Sure thing buddy!"

Currently in Haven City...

"Bring the front line further up!" A ragged voice cheered from behind the large Eco barrel. Energy bolts crashed against it, making it tremble. Torn eased himself out of cover and fired the pistol in his hand. His aim was good, striking a blast bot n the chest, turning it to a hissing patch of scrap metal. Across from him Ashelin was performing a similar tacitc, though it wouldn't hold up long. There were just to many!

Torn for a moment seemed to staring at Ashelin with a weird look on his face. His lips were parted so he had a zombie stare about him. Scowling, Asheling shouted at him, "TORN! Get your head back in the battle!" Torn blinked before acknowledging Ashelin by running out of cover.

Red beams hazed past him, only one striking him in the shoulder but he shrugged off the instant pain of it. Instead of returning to cover with Ashelin, Torn ducked behind an enormous stack of empty Eco barrels. They were unstable, positioned conveniently I striking distance of the brigade of blast bots. He shoved his entire body against it, gritting his teeth as his injured shoulder scraped the metal, "ASHELIN! Don't just stand there gawking, help me!"

Cursing herself for not even think of something like this, Ashelin ran beside Torn, pumping her back against the stack. She saw another Guard fall, struck by a blind shot from an advancing blast bot. She pushed even harder. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the stack began to tip. Another second later the entire accumulation of barrels tipped over and collapsed on top of the enemy.

The maneuver brought down half the brigade. It also sent them into a panic. The crash that accompanied the small explosions of bots being crushed were music to the two soldiers ears. It was easy pickings from now on. Just as they returned to their previous positions, a bright light in the night sky was lit on fire. What seemed to be the equivalent of a star raced down the sky, going out of sight in the direction of the wasteland.

Almost as soon as this had happened, another light began forming. However, this one was grounded. And it was smaller. Seemingly forcing itself out of nowhere in the ground in the middle of the makeshift battlefield in the street. A round portal of light expanded. Then, as if they were falling down instead of coming up out of the portal, a wailing body shot out of the portal. As soon as he exited the portal closed behind him. Gravity brought him back down to the ground. He was wearing the strangest attire. What appeared to be a silver jumpsuit was glued to the young man. His sable hair was long and wild as it hung limped across his face. The most peculiar feature were his ears. They were short. Extremely short and round. His pale face began to observe his surroundings, until he finally saw Torn and Ashelin, both gaping at the specter, "Am I too late for the masquerades?" He asked and smiled showing a bright set of white teeth.