AN: HI, so here is the translated version of my original story, this is only the small prologue. Is the only thing i have translated so far because I am waiting for the PM I have sent to the betas requesting assitance for cheking my text for mistakes. I am form spain and I do not have any person in my family who has english as mother language I also dont, so this is is going to be a hell of a project but I will take it. Also, I would like to apologize for any mistakes that you may find on the text., and you find one please tell it to me and I will correct it ASAP. PM service is no going to bite you. More also (lol), if you want to help me cheking for mistakes on my chapters I would be very thankfull because I really need someone for that and I will not post anithing new until someone cheks it. Hope you enjoy it, bye.
Special thanks to Walkman355 for the help
Jak 4: The adventure continues
Jak POV
It was an evening like any other, the strong winds of the Wasteland were rushing through the not-so-lonely desert. Daxter and I were send on a "suicide" mission to kill some wasteland metalheads, it was purely routine. The wasteland metalheads were not admitting their defeat, so they were still making futile attempts to control the wasteland such as interfering on the transit routes and the commercial ones making the wasteland a dangerous place; like it wasn't dangerous before. Anyway, so there we were. Riding the dunes on my beloved car "Sandshark" looking for those "bullies of the desert" as Daxter like to refer to them, but something unexpected took place in the process. A wasteland metalhead rushed out behind the high rock that he was hiding and hit us with the whole force of his rage wiping the car from place and throwing it like a ball of paper a bunch of meters away, we ended up crashing on a rock. I got shot away from the car and landed on the sand. It was a painful "contact" with the sand, but I got to my feet quickly ignoring the pain as I always do and looked desperately for Daxter who was still on the floor, trying to get to his feet but failing on the process. It looked like he dislocated his arm and was trying to get up with his other one but he failed at it and ate the sand again. That got me right into panic, my friend was not used to the things like that I was, despite he is always riding on my shoulder. I ran until I was next to him and picked him up in my hands as carefully as the again-ragging wasteland metalhead allowed me. I started running away, trying to shake Daxter as little I could but it still being not "medical recommended". We were awfully screwed up. The adrenaline was rushing through my body, I only focused on running faster. I could not get the concentration to change into my Light form, or even into the Dark one. I was completely on my "own". Then was when I heard it, something like a powerful shot, but I didn't care at that moment, I just continued on my running, but only for a second. Because a sound followed the shot: the scream of a wasteland metal. I stopped and looked back to the wasteland metalhead that was trying to kill us before. He was now on the floor, still screaming in agony but a couple of seconds after its head exploded. Like it was made on glass. The blood spilled lot of meters around making everything near to look red. Okay this are good news, the bad one is that there is something out there that is capable of killing a wasteland metalhead in one shot only, and I still didn't know if it was friendly or not.