Almost forgot! I don't own Jak and Daxter.
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The Forgotten Inmates
Chapter 2
An uncomfortable silence came about the small bar. Tayrn and Keira were looking at the floor mournfully. After the long quiet moment, someone spoke.
"Well," Daxter piped up, "What are you waiting for? We have inmates to find!"
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"Here, Jak," Tess said confidently, handing Jak a large gun.
The gun was purple (no doubt an attachment to the Peace Maker), and had three large barrels at the end. A small laser was also included. But Jak noticed something right away: the laser was heat sensitive and pointed directly to Tess by accident.
"Hey, watch that laser!" Tess shrieked and dodged out of the way.
"Oh, sorry," Jak said feeling rather embarrassed. "So, um, what is it?"
"Well, it's called the Brick Archer. It's the most powerful I've built yet. It shoots a stream of lasers out at the target and bends it into a full curve. When the curve is at the right angle, it snaps in half. The bullet and laser are both heat sensitive and can target ten enemies at once! It has a long range of fire and can be upgraded to have a maximum capacity of two thousand bullets."
Jak was stunned by the amount of power he was holding in his hands. It seemed like such a blaster-type gun but it was indeed so much more.
"Well, thanks a lot, Tess!" Jak said, in awe of the weapon.
After that meeting with Tess, Jak went to reunite with his friends. They were preparing for a voyage as far as Haven City stretched and then some. With this new weapon at hand, they could travel very, very far without being afraid of any dangers that may pop up.
As Jak entered the Naughty Ottsel, all his friends seemed to be waiting only for him. Well, almost all. Jak noticed right away someone wasn't there.
Where was Keira?
Could she maybe have not wanted to come? Jak knew how she was dying to go on an adventure, so he decided to ask about it.
"Where's Keira?" he asked almost immediately.
"Oh, she's just off doing what she does best. She's working late in the shop." Ashelin answered dully while grabbing her duel pistols and packing them in her gun cases.
"Ah, I see." Jak responded.
Why was he not surprised?
But just then, she walked in. Not much had changed except for the fact that she was carrying a large blaster in a pack on her back. She even had a smudge of oil on the tip of her nose.
Jak's insides froze. Keira hardly ever used weapons. True Sandover kids preferred them to be absent. This was really weird for her.
"So, are you guys ready or are you just gonna stare at me? I'm not that interesting," Keira said flatly and everybody suddenly tore their eyes from her.
"Okay, let's go then!" Torn blurted out.
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With an assortment of research, computer use and long days, the eight friends found a way to trace down all four inmates. Two of them (being the brother and sister) were in Spargus City, one was in Kras City, and the other at the far side of Haven. They decided to start with the closest one in New Haven City.
They all piled in zoomers and took off. They had no idea of what they would find when they got to the household, let alone the household itself. The entire trip was antagonizing with Daxter's long complaints about how far away it was.
From what seemed like an eternity, they finally exited the horrific drive and arrived at a very strange looking abode.
The home was a vibrant green and it stood out from the other boring gray and blue ones. All along it was flora in baskets, with long pipes attached to it that led to the roof. They hung under the window, as if to accent the view from the inside.
Jak walked up with the others following him, and he rapped on the door three times. At first there was silence, and then the door opened to reveal a rather tough looking teen who was very tall. She was wearing a green top similar to Keira's and also wore torn up jeans that were very baggy around the knees. She had green eyes and dark, dark, red hair.
"Um, hi," Jak said self-consciously. "Um, are you, um, one of, um, one of the old inmates from the fortress?"
She was not as pleased with the situation as he had anticipated.
"Oh yeah, you're that thick group trying to make the city better. And you," she said finally looking at Jak. "You're Jak, aren't you?"
"How'd you know my name?"
"Good lord, you have to know that you're a little famous."
"Er, sure."
"Alright, my name's Camber. So what do you want from me?"
"To explain all of this, your life, and why you seem to hate me so much."
"Well, alright. If you must, of course. Please, come it."
Camber had a knack for decorating. Strewn about her house were decorative little ornaments. Jak also thought he saw a huge waterfall and pond in one of the rooms through a cracked door. But the most amazing place in the house was her living room. The ceiling reached very high and there was an extremely large fireplace. Plants were organized about the room. They all sat down on the oversized couches.
"Right, so why I hate you so much..." began Camber with slight concern in her voice as if she wasn't joking, "Well, we all do. As in, all of the inmates. It's because you got all this attention from just two years of the stuff and no one knew us when we endured more-"
"Why don't you shut up and stop being so jealous?" Keira demanded being a little defensive.
Camber stared at her in disgust. "I wasn't talking to you."
"Yeah, well, she had the right to say anything!" Torn piped up. "Jak's a hero!"
"We believe he's a bit of a joke," Camber stated nodding at Jak.
"Well, did you ever save the world?" Daxter said angrily.
"Guys, just stop," Jak calmly mumbled. "Thank you for the information but we really...have to leave."
"Right," Camber retorted rolling her eyes.
"Bye." Keira said bluntly and they left to find the other three inmates.
Maybe they would be a little more inviting.
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I combined two chapters to make this a bit longer.