Sorry for the long wait, life happened, but hopefully i'll be able to write more now
Again i do not own any of the jak and daxter characters or series, and mira is owned by the dancing blade
When I finally came too all I could hear was this loud annoying beeping noise, groaning I raised a hand to my head as I was getting a pounding headache from what I could only assume was a alarm, when I sat up I tried to look around the corridor and get my bearings.
The whole area was dimmed from the low lights with what I could only guess were prisoner cells by the looks of the steel doors, a hard metal floor providing my current surface of rest with no sign of that random wormhole. With moving shadows at one end of the corridor moving as if they were about to appear round the corner, not wanting to be here when whoever they were arrived I got up or rather struggled onto my feet and started to run the opposite way, my head was spinning making the corridor in front of me rock from one side to the next almost
Fighting to stay upright and what's more fighting the urge to vomit I managed to find an unlocked open door and slipped in, shutting it behind me as I slipped down to land on my backside against it. Heavy breathing shook my body as I tried to straighten my head and listened. Thunderous footsteps came closer and closer all the while, I couldn't even dare to breath as I waited hearing their footsteps receding as they passed the door.
Once they were fully gone I allowed myself a moment to breath, the shut door muffling the alarm somewhat allowing me to get my thoughts together and wait for my headache to lessen, to a more tolerable level. Once it got to such a level I stood up slowly, using the wall for support as I looked around.
At first glance I thought i had just ran into a unlocked cell, but I was obviously mistaken looking at it now, crates of ammo left open on the central table and on the shelves, odd looking staffs and guns lining the walls, both secured on hooks and resting against them, the crates themselves actually, they looked odd, red with a familiar symbol on the lids. Not wanting to face anyone in who knows where I landed unarmed, I decided to try and grab one of the resting firearms.
Only to find that it was way to heavy for me to lift let alone use, with a defeated sigh I decided to leave that and looked at the crates, opening one or two I found some odd contents in them, one was a weird green cube which when I touched it burst into some kind of green smoke shooting straight towards me, instantly I yelped and flailed a little until I noticed that on contact with it, I actually felt fine. Looking myself over actually I saw that my wounds, even my old scars were gone, must've been the contents I concluded as it looked eerily similar to that Jak and daxter games way of healing.
Now that I think about it, a LOT of things in this place looked and sounded similar to that game, or rather the second installment Renegade of the series. But that would be silly, it's more likely the wormhole landed me in some military base or something.
Making it more important for me to be careful i think, doubt they'd believe me when i say a wormhole brought me here, I don't even believe it wormholes shouldn't even exist right? I wasn't sure anymore so I couldn't take any chances, opening another crate, carefully this time, I saw a small pistol looking weapon, with a yellow line following the grip and a odd egg shape protruding from the back of it that was hinged, my guess was that was where the ammo went.
Knowing that was better than nothing I grabbed it, seeing as it was much lighter than the other weapons but without a holster I could only carry it in what was left of my hoodies pocket, now that I looked at myself, the landing didn't leave me unscathed even after that cube healed me.
My blue hoodie was now looser from rips along the arms and main body, it felt a lot lighter at the back plus there was a draft, reaching back there it seemed like the hood part more or less completely gone now, leaving a large rip,making me glad I was wearing a black vest under this. my jeans were also ripped across the thighs as I could feel what was left of the fabric digging into my skin, I could also feel a draft in the knees and at the bottoms feeling more like three quarter lengths than bootcuts. Even my socks were ripped as my boots were scuffed, the laces were frayed and the tongue of one of the walking boots was ripped out all in all, I looked like i've had better days.
Choosing to keep the pistol in my own hand I slowly crept out of the room seeing as I couldn't see nor hear anyone coming, now that I was back out in the thumping alarm noise I noticed it also smelled a bit, badly I might add, as well as being kinda humid, it smelled of sweat, meat and unwashed socks, not pleasant making me almost gag again but managed to keep it down as I walked down the corridor, holding the gun as if I was ready to fire, but really I had no idea how to use this thing, I didn't know if the safety was on or even if it had ammo in it to begin with. All I know is that it was a pistol and that was it.
I kept moving, trying to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible as they echoed down this narrow hall. As I went i managed to move out of the claustrophobic path into a more open area with two other pathways leading from it, hearing people coming down the right walkway I decided to take the left walkway in hopes of avoiding them, only to see a group of well built figures dressed in red armour appear at the end of it, and unfortunately they saw me as well as one yelled at me to halt, the others taking aim at me.
I dunno if it was fear of being caught or the sense of familiarity telling me to, but instead of standing there I rushed into the narrow passage to my right in hopes of escape, hearing radio chatter from the group saying that another prisoner had escaped, what? Did they mistake me for some prisoner? Oh boy this was getting to weird for me, sadly their message was received by the others because as soon as I got out of that passageway I was instantly being shot at by more of those red guards with those heavy gun staffs I tried to lift earlier, with a panicked yelp I fled down the corridor, thankfully this one was a bit more open and less narrow than the others.
As I ran I could see I was heading to a T-junction meaning I had to pick which way to go quickly, as I approached moving in a way to dodge the shots being fired I noticed another figure emerging from the right hand turn, this guy looked a little taller and older than me with blond hair and green ends swept back by some goggles, dressed in some blue tunic and beige pants and straps galore with some orange otter looking thing, but his ears….everyone's ears made me almost freeze in place, if it wasn't for the sounds of lasers being fired from behind they weren't round or short, no.
These guys ears could only be described as long and elf like, all of this was just getting too much, I was just hoping this was a prank by now because if it wasn't I am in way over my head.
The guy or rather, Jak as he appeared to be gave me a quick glance as if thinking of heading my way but saw the guards and knew it was best not to head this way as I caught up with him, I would say something but we were otherwise preoccupied here. sadly though our jog was cut short from the route we took leading to a dead end. Panting I turned round to look behind us seeing the corridor blocked with guards who took aim at us, Jak took a step forwards moving his body in front of mine as if protecting me for some reason.
We stood there with me holding my breath in fear before glancing down, seeing that the pair of us were standing over a large grate in the floor with a red light glowing underneath, of course this was the exit of the prison in the first level of the game. But adrenaline and exhaustion from running had robbed my voice to tell him.
Thankfully one guard took care of that as he lobbed something at us, jak and I jumped back slightly as the device blew on contact on the grate, releasing a burst of heat and a lot of smoke as the weak surface cracked and gave way under us, letting us fall through the hole into the sloped surface below as we slid down the pipe and, for the third time today, I almost gagged from the smell, it smelt like this might have been part of the prison's sewage system
The pipe dropped suddenly dropping me and the pair into a pool of water after I surfaced in the dark muddy, well I hope it was mud panting and looking behind me I was glad to see no one followed us before following the blonds lead and swam to the ledge, surprised that he even helped me out of the water
"Thanks" I panted bending over onto my knees trying to get my breath back as he just stared at me. I sucked in another breath, my body heaving as we finally had a moment to breathe. Being mistaken for a prisoner isn't exactly how I pictured my day going. Or, how I pictured anything to be going, actually.
I pushed myself upright, wobbling a bit as the adrenaline started to die down. I turned my head to look at my comrade. Friend was too casual of a term for this, but he wasn't an enemy… I hope. His eyes were stern, almost scornful, as he looked down at my hand. I looked down as well, breathing in relief as I saw the pistol. I had a better grip on it than I thought.
"Right, this… I, uh, nabbed it from a crate earlier," I explain, my lips curving into a nervous but hopefully friendly smile. "Still not entirely sure how to use it, though…" I was hoping to lighten the mood, but he wasn't having it. Jak's eyes seemed to narrow a bit more, almost glaring at me as he just shook his head. Wasn't he supposed to talk now…?
"Uhm…" I could only stand there, looking around as he seemed to look at me like an enemy. Well, if this is how I go out, it'll be an awkward story for mom. "We should… get moving?" I suggest, finally choking a bit at the smell. Jak sighed heavily and shook his head again, one of his hands pinching his brow. Was he annoyed with me?
"Well sorry, but not all of us are used to being on the run." I snap a bit, my blood running cold almost immediately. That… wasn't a good idea. Especially considering the circumstances we were in. ...And also the fact that Jak wasn't his kind self anymore. "S-Sorry, I'm just-"
"Enough." His voice is rough, but most of all it's loud. My shoulders jump from the sudden sound, not expecting it. He's glaring at me, definitely, and he's not happy. Not that I blame him.
"What? I'm just trying to understand what's going on!" I try to reason, my grip on the pistol getting much tighter all of the sudden. He takes a step towards me, like a hunter going after prey. My feet fumble back as I gasp, the splashing of the water echoing around the large chamber.
"No, you're talking to fill silence." He growls, only stepping closer as his hands curl into fists. "They called you another prisoner. That's the only reason I'm helping you. But once we get out, I can't promise I'll be so friendly."
I swallow thickly as he towers over me, those eyes only looking more angry by the end of it. I glance at his shoulder and notice something. Or rather, something that wasn't there. Shouldn't there be…?
"Hey! Tall broody one!" Ah, there it is. A screeching voice that could only belong to one other person. Or rather, one other not-person. Jak and I both turn our heads to see an orange rat heave itself out of the water. I can't help but to feel a bit of empathy. The place already smelled horrible, but the mucky water must've been something else. "I dunno if ya noticed, big guy, but we're a little short on pals! Also, the next time we go down a slide, can it be at a clean water park? I'm going to be smelling like crap for weeks!" He laments, whining as he wrung his tail out.
"You didn't exactly hold on, Dax," Jak points out, scowling at the rodent. Dax lets out an offended gasp, a paw flying to his chest. He looked like he just witnessed a scandal. I inched backwards as the rat waddled over to angrily point up at the renegade.
"Well excuse me mister 'I'll just run wherever I feel like it because I'm not fuzzy!'" Daxter prattles off, making Jak roll his eyes. That didn't even make sense. Not to me at least, but they seemed to understand it. My head tilts a bit as I can't help but to think about the events on Misty Island. Was that a quip to when he got turned into an ottsel?
"Anyways," Daxter turns around to point at me, "she's got a gun. You don't. The odds aren't in our favor here, Jak!"
"You act like that could stop me," Jak growls, taking it as a challenge.
"Hey, HEY! Chillax big guy!" Daxter holds up his paws, shaking his head to stop his friend before he could try anything. I rub the back of my neck and shuffle in place. This was getting awkward.
"Uh… Don't...talk about me like I'm not here, please." I say, letting my arm drop back at my side. They both looked at me before looking back to each other. "Look, I just want to get out of here. Just like you do. So… can we call a truce or something?"
"I made myself pretty damn clear already," Jak hisses, crossing his arms again.
"Jak, that's no way to speak to a lady!" Daxter hits his leg before walking over to me. He jumps up onto my shoulder, startling me a bit. I wobble from the weight on my shoulder, audibly gagging from how terrible he smelled. The water really was worse than the general smell of the room.
"Speaking of lady, the name's Daxter. How ya doin'?" He asks, giving me a rather flirtatious grin as I pinched my nose shut.
"Currently choking from how bad you smell," I wheeze, shaking him off of my shoulder as soon as I could. He landed on the ground with a yelp, looking offended yet again. Jak covered his mouth to muffle a soft snicker. He saw that one coming and decided to let his friend dig his own grave.
"Hey, I'm not always this smelly! Honest!" Daxter pleas, getting back on his feet as I turn away from him. I groan and instead just hold my other hand out to Jak, looking at him once more.
"So, truce? We both get out of here and… figure out where we go from there?" I offer, my voice rather nasally as I kept my nose firmly pinched. Jak looked at my hand, a brow raising slowly as his lips curled into an amused smirk. I didn't like the look of that, but I didn't have any other options. He firmly grabbed my hand and shook it, nodding in agreement.
"Truce it is," he says, reaching down to pick Daxter up and drop him onto his shoulder guard. "Now, let's get going. Guards won't avoid this place for long."
"Right…" I mumble, watching him turn on his heel to keep going. I looked at the pistol again, nervously starting to follow. I didn't know what his plans were, or if he really would try to hurt me. I didn't like the thought of killing this world's only hope for survival… or anybody, for that matter. I don't think I could go through with it.
"...How do I shoot this thing again?" I ask, watching Jak groan in frustration. This was going to be a long trip.
