How long had he been here? Where were his friends? Were they getting the same treatment as him? He hoped to the Precursors they weren't. Especially not his little sister, Mar. Some days, that's all he thought about, trying to remember what she looked like, what she sounded like. That laugh of hers when she had just pulled one of her numerous pranks on him. Like the time she had thrown a Whumpbee nest at his head. He smiled at the memories.
Mar had been a mean prankster, but she had been a great sister. Always taking care of him, acting like a little mom to her friends. He sighed. His friends, where had they all gone? Where was Keira, Samos, Daxter? Where they all right. He heard the doors slide open and he groaned. Hadn't they just finished with him?
"It's time for another treatment." Someone called to him. He didn't put up a fight, he was too weary. He was thrown and strapped to the table, like so many times before, and then the procedure started. The dark eco beams pulsed through him, and he started to scream. He bent backwards, almost breaking himself in half, he figured it would be better that to go through this again.
He barely heard what they were saying he was so out of it, he just caught the name Baron Praxis. Was this the man who was putting him through all this torture? Jak focused to hear more of the conversation. "I feel the Dark Warrior program has failed." He recognized that voice, it was Errol. The Baron growled. He walked over to the semi conscious boy and grabbed a fist full of the blonde's hair. "You should at least be dead with all the Dark Eco I've pumped into you."
"What now?" said the other voice. "Metal head Armies are pressing their attacks. Without a new weapon my men cannot hold them off forever." Metal heads? What the hell were those? Jak sighed and stopped listening; it was draining all his effort to even focus. Now he lay in limbo, just floating, thinking about something and nothing, not feeling just existing.
He heard the red head promise to come back later. Then, a moment later he thought he heard his good friend Daxter. "Ding, ding, third floor." He tried to smile, he was just hallucinating this time as the orange ottsel crawled over him and talked to him. "say something! Just this once." That's when it happened. Something broke inside him. If Daxter was alright, the Mar had to be, Keira had to be. Samos had to be. He glared, his vision coming into Focus. "I'm going to kill Praxis!"
A set of blue eyes watched the target moved from side to side, this was it, one last hit and she would break her record. Mar licked her lips and squeezed the trigger, the cardboard Guard blew into bit. She smiled at herself and made a mental note to get herself something sweet when she had the chance. She walked out into the main lobby of the gun range. Tess was smiling at her. "Congradulations!" She said. Mar gave her a hug. "How does it feel to finally break you record?" She asked. Mar shrugged. "Pretty damn good I guess. Tess nodded. "Torn called, he needs you to go on another mission for him, he says to see him ASAP." Mar blushed. "Ok." She walked out.
It was a well know fact that Mar had a crush on Torn. She though she hid it pretty well from everyone else. Everyone else that was but Tess. Tess was really the only friend Mar had in the entire city. She frowned as she got into a hover car. As usual, she her thoughts turned to Jak. She knew that Daxter was ok, she had gotten into contact with him a while ago, though she had lost contact with him. She figured if the guy had gotten on well this far, he would be ok now. But Jak, he was another story.
Of course she had looked for him for the first year, asking anyone she thought of, that was before she got taken in for questioning. She shuddered. It was not fun being questioned by Praxis. She didn't remember much of it, but she knew she had been thrown out on the street, naked, Kor found her and directed her to Torn, and she had done every single mission she could, with the utmost efficiency, just to get back at the bastard.
She was ripped from her thoughts when she almost hit another driver. He yelled at her and she couldn't help but smile. It was nice to see someone with some sort of color, other than the zombies that walked in the streets below her. Praxis had stripped this city of all its humanity, it color, its luster. Mar had grown up in Sandover Village with her brother and friends, they were happy times, even when Gol and Maia had tried to take over the place with Dark Eco.
The village had color, sounds, a vibrancy that she had yet to find here in this dismal and run down city. She took a deep breath and parked in the cut of alley way. She took a moment to remind herself that what she was doing, the people she was helping, were trying to make the city better, she was on the right side, and things would work out, because good always triumphed over evil in the end.
Jak walked down the street with Daxter. "Anyway, I got in contact with your sister a while ago."
"Mar?" He asked earnestly. "She's alive?" Daxter nodded. "the last time I checked, she was doing pretty well, I didn't see her though, I just heard her voice." Jak smiled a little; at least he knew his sister was ok. "I lost contact with her though." His smile fell, there was no telling what the hell could have happened to her. Mar was not a violent person, her pranks were, but she wasn't, he believed she didn't have one evil bone in her body.
This city and it's people could have torn her apart for all he knew that made him even angrier than he already was. As he continued to walk, an old man approached him. "Hello strangers. My name is Kor. May I help…" Jak cut him off and got into his face. "You look like a reasonably smart man. I want information! Where the hell am I?"
"Aah…Sorry." He heard Daxter say. "He's new to the whole conversation thing."
"Well my angry young friend." Kor said pushed Jak back a little. "you are the 'guest' of his 'majesty' Baron Praxis, the ruler of glorious Heaven City."
"I was just a 'guest' in the good Baron's Prison." Jak countered. "inside a cell or inside the city, walls surround us both. We are all his prisoners. Footsteps started to come from down the alleyway. Jack saw some guards. "Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'd move if I were you." Kor started to herd the child he was with away from the crowd. "By order of his eminence, the Grand Protector of Haven City, Baron Praxis, everyone in this section is hereby under arrest for suspicion of harboring underground fugitives. Surrender and die!" said the lead guard. "Don't you mean surrender OR die?" Daxter asked. "Not in this city. Kor explained. "Protect us from these guards, and I'll introduce you to someone who can help you."
Mar walked into the compound, tamping down the blush she had forming on her cheeks. "Tess said you had a mission for me?" She asked, looking Torn directly in the eye. She was determined not to seem like a silly little girl every time she saw him, and apparently she was doing some sort of good. "Yeah, I found something weird on the outskirts of the city. I want you to go check it out. Be careful, there are a lot of metal heads." She nodded. "Report back to me once you're done, I want to know what the fuck is out there."
"Understood." She walked out of the compound, heart pounding in her chest. Great Precursors? Why the hell did she have to have such a girlish freaking crush on that bastard. She took yet another deep breath and decided to get something to eat before she headed out. She was completely useless on an empty stomach.