Author's Notes: I only own Klaxon, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapta 2: War beginz with a tiny mistake

Two Weeks after Rok Crash; Baron's Throne Room...

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHH! What is this?! Some kind of joke?!" snapped Baron Praxis as he towered over Errol, his second-in-command.

"No sire. Most of the scouts I have sent trying to find out what has been going on at that crash site have...mysteriously vanished. Only the original team ever returned." replied Errol calmly, despite on the inside he was nervous at seeing his boss so enraged.

"First those vile Metal Heads, now these green creatures that build stuff out of scavenged parts?! I want you to keep an eye on that base AND HUNT DOWN THE UNDERGROUND!"

"Why not have your daughter deal with the creatures while I hunt down the Underground?"

"*Scoffs* The only thing you'll do while dealing with the Underground is flirt with that mechanic girl you're so fond of. You have your orders Errol, now get to them!"

"As you wish Baron." said Errol leaving the room as Praxis turned to look out over the city, the crash site visible from his high vantage point. In roughly two weeks the creatures had built their own kind of 'palace', all from scavenged parts and despite the poor looking architecture, it held together despite its height and weight and the security systems...how in the name of the Precursors could they even work?! Praxis sighed in annoyance as he massaged the part of his forehead that wasn't covered in metal.

"I will win this war, even if I have to die to win it." muttered the Baron to himself.

Underground Base...

"Jak, none of the scouts we've sent to the crash site have returned, not one. I'm sending you and the orange rat there to check things out." said Torn as he looked over the map of Haven City.

"Oh sure, send us out on a suicide mission once again! Why is it that you can't get somebody else to do it?!" snapped Daxter.

"Because, we're, low, on, troops." growled Torn getting in the ottsel's face causing said ottsel to fall off the table.

"Okay." said Daxter giving on thumbs up from the floor.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with. Come on Dax." said Jak dismissively as he walked towards the Underground Base exit.

"Right behind ya Jak." said Daxter getting up and following Jak.

Two Hours Later; Crash Site Entrance...

Jak peeked around a corner cautiously to see a huge gate made from scavenged parts and dozens of odd looking security measures adorning the gates along with the skulls of Krimson Guard Scouts.

"Jak, c-can we please leave?" whimpered Daxter, his knees shaking and eyes huge.

"No, we need to find out what's going on in there." said Jak before he took off running for a shadow-filled crevice. A few minutes later, a heavily armored truck with black smoke billowing from its tail pipes, drives into view and Jak rolls underneath it and grabs the underside and waits. A few minutes later, it comes to a stop and Jak quietly gets out from underneath it and into some nearby shadows and stealthily makes his way towards the courtyard.

Upon arriving at the Courtyard, he sees five Underground members on their knees, their hands tied behind their backs.

"What-" began Daxter before Jak put a hand over his friend's mouth as a huge being walks into view followed by a smaller figure but covered from head to toe in armor.

"Whotz youz mean we can't kill dese Elves?! Theyz tried to get in here!" yelled the huge figure to the small one.

"Like I said, only the red and yellow armored Elves are valid targets, civilians and Underground members are off limits." said the smaller one calmly.

"You don't tell me what ta do! I'm da big boss!"

"You're the reason why your WAAAAGH! lost to the Space Marines! Instead of taking out the Plasma Generators to knock out their base's defensive turrets like I suggested, YOU GO AND CHARGE RIGHT INTO THOSE TURRETS' LINE OF FIRE LIKE A IDIOT!"

"ARE YA CALLIN' ME A GROT!?"

"YES I AM! AND IF YOU KILL A SINGLE UNDERGROUND MEMBER OR CIVILIAN, I'M TAKING OVER!"

"YOU AND WHOT ARMY?!"

Ten large green creatures covered in head-to-toe in armor and wielding huge rifles walk into view (in other words, Nob 'Ard Boy Flash Gitz) and take up positions behind the smaller figure who crosses his arms.

"Hmmm, how bout me and my boys?"

"You traitor!" yelled the bigger figure raising his metal claw-like hand and bringing it down on the smaller one only to find himself in a Half Nelson.

"I've beaten you six times in arm-wrestling, all of them fair and square on my part, and I haven't turned on you...yet. You've been warned HeadStomper. Now let the Underground members go."

"Fine!" growled HeadStomper as he was released from the Nelson and massaged his arm before storming off.

Jak watches as ten small green creatures run up to the Underground members and cut the ropes binding their hands and then run away. The gates then open and the Underground members run out of the base, but gunfire quickly follows along with screams.

"THAT'S IT! HEADSTOMPER, YOU ARE DEAD!" yelled the smaller figure, "You want a war?! I'LL GIVE YOU A SLAGGING WAR! All Orkz who want a decent boss and are tired of losing, join me!"

Within seconds, over 85% of the Orkz are seen joining the small figure and cutting down those loyal to HeadStomper.

"W-what just happened?" said Daxter in shock.

"Open revolt." said Jak as he made his way out of the base under cover of the infighting of the Orkz.

END CHAPTER

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