I do not own the Jak and Daxter series. Jak and Daxter belongs to Sony and is not my property.
I only own 1 OC in this fanfic, that being Wynn D.
It will be in her POV throughout the entirety of the fanfic. With all this out of the way, let's begin.
When I agreed to the deal, I boarded the ship after bidding farewell to my village, mother included, and put the cruisers back together with just my juice powering them up. "Peh. You are very tricky with those powers, aren't you?" Errol asked me, looking me in the eye as the Krimzon Guard in the front drove off with the other hellcat in pursuit. "I only use them to protect my allies, Errol," I frowned at him. "Hmm... so how long have you had these powers? And how are you able to use them?" Errol asked. "So many questions... I was born with them and I am able to use them just by absorbing eco. Any kind. Even dark eco has no ill effect on my body. I can use red, green, blue, dark, red, and light eco at any time I wish, so long as they are around," I said.
Errol looked at me in confusion, but then got a small glimmer of something on his tattooed face... though I was uncertain as to what it could be. "So what would happen if we artificially put different eco types into your blood stream? Would you be able to control them no matter what?" Errol asked me. I was getting more and more confused as his cabbage-headed brain kept thinking up strange questions. "What are you implying?" I asked him. "You'll see soon enough, Wynn," he smiled sadistically. "Sure..." I frowned.
It was a long ride for me, since I couldn't see out of any windows, and I soon felt a small bump from when we landed somewhere. "We've arrived at the prison, Errol," I heard the voice in front of us say. The driver of the hellcat. "Um... prison? You're arresting me for what reason again?" I asked Errol. Errol then looked at the man in the front and frowned at him. "You went to the wrong place, idiot. Take us to the Baron's palace right now. We don't need this girl to try and escape on us," Errol seethed at him. "Y-Yes sir," the driver gulped as he activated the engines again, my power still basically being in the blue eco veins of the ship. I looked at my captor with a small smile, seeing a small bit of dignity behind his cold exterior. "Thanks, Errol," I frowned at him. "Whatever," he groaned.
We then made it to a bigger building than before and I saw that the door was actually guarded by other red-suited guards and they had cattle prods on their guns. The door then opened and I was allowed to touch the ground in front of me and smell the air... and I immediately regretted it, since the air was so foul that it made me cough on contact with it. "ACK! Cack! W-What kind of city is this?! The air is polluted as all hell!" I coughed as I fell to the ground from it. It was definitely the most toxic air I'd ever had in my lungs in all my life. "Get up and get in there. We have an appointment with the baron," Errol frowned at me as he pulled me up from the ground by my elbow and helped me into the door, which was large and intimidating for a door.
When we entered the doors, we came to a hall that had a lot of pricey decor as well as some torches on the sides of the doors. "You should feel honored to meet Baron Praxis, Wynn. He's-" Errol was about to say until I finished for him. "A corrupt ruler that stole the position of leadership from the house of Mar, banishing the true king to the wastelands and kidnapping his son. Right or wrong?" I frowned at him, the shock on his face obvious, followed by anger. "How do you know that?!" he asked with a glare. "My uncle is very well-intertwined with this city and I got tons of letters from him back home. And the only thing we have in common is that we both hate Baron Praxis," I frowned at him.
Errol looked at me with a frown and sighed. "Just don't say that in front of the Baron himself. If he hears you say you don't like him, he'll have you either killed or put up for the Dark Warrior program ASAP. I'm only doing this because your power is too great for our troops. If Praxis gives the command, I must follow. Same for you, since you were a part of that village," Errol said to me. I looked at him as we arrived at an elevator and went into it. "Tell me, Errol. Was it Praxis that sent the word to try and kidnap my village's denizens? Or was it you?" I asked him. "He gave the word. I just followed it," Errol frowned.
I sighed and looked ahead of me when the elevator stopped, seeing a large throne room with 2 people in there. One was a large, imposing man with tons of muscles, a powerful set of facial hair, and his left eye was completely robotic. And the one next to him looked to be a 20 year old girl with tattoos on her face and arms, wearing a scantily clad outfit with tons of accessories of metal on it, and having red hair fashioned into cool dreadlocks.
"Commander Errol! Who is this person you have brought into MY palace? And why isn't she shackled?" the man asked, his voice very loud and deep. "I guess you are Baron Praxis?" I asked with a frown. "Shh! Let me talk," Errol frowned as he went forward and I looked around with just my eyes. The throne room was very large and the decor, though beautiful, was incredibly gothic, almost all of it being dark in color and with very few amounts of light, even though it was daytime.
"My excellency, I have... unfortunate news about the... uh... the conquest to Bryona..." Errol frowned to Praxis. "What do you mean 'unfortunate news?' I thought you said the village was desolate and ripe for Dark Warrior projects?" Baron asked his commanding officer... I guessed. "Well... it would seem that they had an amazing line of defense... this young woman... she was able to completely cripple our Hellcats with her powers, so we decided to just take her if we left her village alone," Errol frowned.
Baron Praxis looked very mad at this and Slammed his fists into the side of the throne, which managed to dent it a bit. "You only brought back a single person instead of 50 different projects?! Are you asking to be demoted?!" Baron exclaimed loudly, which I growled at. "Listen, asshole. You should be grateful your troops got back alive! You wouldn't stand a chance against a channeler like myself!" I growled at him, the name making the girl gasp and Baron growl. "What did you just call me?!" Praxis snarled.
"Wait, father! Did you hear what she just called herself?" the girl asked. Well, now I knew who was next in line if the giant monster in charge would be dethroned and the former king didn't return. "What do you mean, Ashelin?" Baron frowned, instantly calming down from his daughter talking. "She called herself a 'channeler. According to the Precursor tales that I have been studying, channelers are extremely rare and are blessed by the Precursors. They are able to harness the power of any eco they come across and can bend them to their will by absorbing them. They are very powerful and some tales tell of great heroes that defeated dark forces by channeling all 6 types of eco, including dark eco!" Ashelin gawked.
"Really?... Well, now I know why my commanding officer wouldn't have been able to handle taking you on," Baron frowned at me. "Sorry, but I'm not doing anything for you or your duties until you do something for me," I frowned at him, which I could tell made his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. "Give me one good reason that I should be making a deal with an insignificant mountain dweller," Praxis growled. "Because, if you don't, I will use my powers to destroy you and your forces, starting with your commanding officer and your daughter right here," I frowned, being incredibly serious.
This was enough to get Ashelin to aim her pistol at me and to try shooting at me, but I knew she may do something like that, so I absorbed the eco within her bullets before she could even get it out. "Go ahead. Shoot me," I smirked at her. She did just that and looked shocked when nothing happened. "H-Huh?! Come on! Work!" Ashelin exclaimed as I simply took the blue eco I took from some of the ammo and quickly grabbed Ashelin and Errol and took them by their ears and forcing vines to burst from the ground with the green eco in the air and making them wrap around their ankles. "Last chance, Praxis. Either listen to my deal or I take their lives. Wouldn't want that, would you?" I frowned at him.
Baron looked at me with a frown and saw that I was serious. "Rgh! Fine. What do you want?" he asked with a snarl. "I want you to leave my home alone. It's sacred ground and has shrines to worship the Precursors. No troops go there and no attempted kidnapping of anyone. You tried to force your soldiers to kidnap babies for god's sake!" I yelled at him. "Hmph. I specifically told you not to go after the young ones, didn't I, Errol?" Baron asked. I could sense his motives behind those words, however. He was reeking of deceit. "You're lying. You probably told your troops to kidnap everyone, infants and children included, didn't you?" I growled.
Praxis growled at me and finally gave in. "Fine. No troops to go to Bryona. Anything else?" Praxis asked. "You need to do something you probably don't want to do: give the throne back to the original owner. Give it back to the house of Mar. Otherwise, I will make sure all your plans fucking fail," I frowned. "Bah! I am the illustrious ruler of Haven City! I am not going to give up my seat of power to stupid marauders!" Praxis guffawed like a madman.
"F-Father... please! Don't do this!" Ashelin exclaimed as she began to actually cry. I frowned and let the two go, but not before doing something to both of them that I knew would make Praxis mad. I broke Ashelin's leg with a red eco kick to the kneecap and I elbowed Errol into the wall face-first with a blast of yellow eco to the side, causing a small earthquake afterwards as well as being drowned out by Ashelin's loud cry of bloody murder. "YOU BITCH!" Baron Praxis exclaimed in anger as he tried to charge me and I simply used my blue eco to jump directly up and through the glass windows above us, letting me see the sunlight again.
"You had the option, Baron Asshole! Now I'm going to do everything in my power to destroy you and everything that you stand for!" I exclaimed at him as I then jumped off the roof and forced a large flower to form directly out of the ground by a statue of the Baron directly underneath me, which I used to softly land on the ground with no pain at all. "Okay then. Now that that's done, time to try and find some kind of help... maybe that nearby harbor?" I asked myself.