GAH: Guys, I am SO sorry this chapter took me so long. But before I explain that, I'd like to clear something up. I'm REALLY against swearing, pretty much only because it gets me in trouble. -.- But now my mom told me I can use some of those swearwords in my writing, so long as I don't read out loud. She's the one of the reasons this chapter took so long too. I was allowed to get a PSP because of the price drop, three guesses which game I got first. But to allow you time to think, the other reason was that my modem at home went dead, and I'm updating from the local library. And the game was... Daxter! I almost killed the final boss, but he got a cheap hit in on me. It makes me madder than a swarm of wumpbees!

Via: -- First sign of madness, making up sayings about a fictional world.

GAH: FICTIONAL?!?!


One would guess that Torn had been waiting for Jak and Daxter to return, because it wasn't even three seconds before he hunted them down in order to give the two a new mission. "What took you so long?!" The rebel demanded turning away from them to inspect a blue print of some sort.

"We got…er…held up." Daxter replied, glancing momentarily at Jak. The mute was oblivious to this however; he was staring resolutely in the other direction.

"Stupid Krimson Guards" Torn said, assuming they meant the 'law enforcement' had gotten in the way. "Speaking of those idiots, I've got a new mission of the utmost importance."

Daxter just stood there for a moment, then something seemed to click. "Giving us all the crappy missions again, eh?!" The ottsel yelled, obviously forgetting his perch happened to be right next to a certain warrior's ear.

The warrior in question wasn't about to forget though. He took a minute to glare at Daxter, then his gaze returned to the far corner of the room.

In all honesty, he was appalled that neither of his companions were it paying any attention. No more than 10 minutes had passed since his last brush with the abnormal, and now something strange was happening again. It was standing right next to Torn, its whole body the color of light eco and glowing faintly. Strangest of all were its eyes, which lacked pupils and irises.

The creature was staring at the rebel it stood next to, but it seemed to sense Jak's eyes on it, and turned to face him. It blinked, tilted its head, and asked in a strange, soothing voice: "That's Torn?"

But Jak didn't have time to acknowledge the creature's question, he had zoned out during a 'fairly' loud argument between Daxter and Torn. "For the LAST time fuzz-ball, this has NOTHING to do with those photos of Errol unbalancing a chemical equation." The latter growled.

Daxter backed up a few steps, unwittingly falling off the table in the process. Almost automatically, Jak swooped in to catch the rodent. This would be the twelfth time this month. "Nice catch" Said three voices. Torn's slightly sarcastic one, Daxter's relieved one, and the voice of the glowing creature in the corner.

He didn't make any move to reply non-verbally though, instead he pondered where he had heard the unrealistic voice of the entity who was still examining Torn, as though deciding what to make of him.

The elf in question had launched into a 'detailed' explanation of the next mission. "Word on the street is that the KG have a new weapon, it's most likely that they're going use to blow our butts to the moon and back." The rebel droned on in all-too-Torn-like way.

There was a brief laugh from the corner of the room, or what must have been a laugh, it was hard to tell with the creature. But despite the confusion, it said; "Well he is Torn." It paused for a moment, as though it had confused itself, then asked; "Isn't he?"

Could the being hear his thoughts? That was probably the case, but now wasn't the time to figure it out. Besides, if Jak missed too much of Torn's rant he'd be in trouble when he set out to complete this new mission.

"-Just allowing the KG to 'Have their weapons and use them too' so to speak, wouldn't be in our best interests if you get the point. So you're going to go and destroy this thing before it can be used against us." The rebel declared, walking off to annoy the heck out of some other unfortunate soul. And with that, Jak and Daxter understood themselves to be dismissed.


Daxter was in the security room messing with the cameras in attempt to find this mysterious weapon. In a failed attempt to bring some cheerfulness to the mission he had begun chanting "Seen it, rerun, eww.." as though he was watching tv, while actually checking the different security tapes.. But the recital was falling on deaf ears as far as the ottsel could see. Jak was on the other side of the room, keeping an eye out for any KG patrols

What Daxter didn't see was the creature behind himself, who was watching his actions carefully. It turned away with a disgusted look on its face just as-

"Woah! I didn't know Krimson Girls took showers here!" The rodent exclaimed.

The being kept its face turned away from the screen and asked; "Is he supposed to be doing that?" Clearly oblivious that, despite the fact that he was not, Daxter wasn't going to be deterred. Though a good glare usually got the ottsel back on track.

That was exactly what Daxter received too, when he had stopped doing his job for at least thirty seconds, and feminine cries could be heard from the tape, Jak turned toward the ottsel, determinedly facing away from the screen, and glowered at the ottsel, who immediately continued his chant of "Seen it, rerun, eww, bleh…"

After a few minutes though, instead of "Seen it" which should have come next, the rodent yelled; "Ah-ha!" Causing the other two inhabiting the room, to give a surprised flinch. Displayed on the monitor was a very large, and very grey missile. Undoubtedly created to make its target very, very dead.

"Wow," The glowing…thing breathed, half astonished that someone could create something so destructive, half revolted that someone would. Next to it, Jak nodded and headed for the door, signaling for Daxter to follow. Instead the ottsel held up his paw and flipped back to the locker room camera.

An immediate scream pierced the air, and was followed shortly by a loud crack as the cameral was presumably punched out. Hopefully by a fully-clothed she-elf. Jak, who was already at the door, shook his head exasperatedly, though couldn't stop himself from wondering how the girls had known they were being watched.

The entity was by his side, apparently disapproving of Daxter's behavior. The elf checked the hallway, he was sure they had spent too much time here…And sure enough, he was greeted by the sound of twenty or so metal boots making their daily rounds. It seemed the missile wasn't as defenseless as they had previously believed. There isn't any way we can get past without having to kill half of them… The mute thought. Granted, this wouldn't have been a problem for someone else in the underground, who might've slain all the guards in the way to complete his mission. But Jak was notorious for sparing as many lives as possible, and ten was too high a body count, heck, two was too high a body count for the channeler.

"I have an idea…" Came the light being's voice. That was where he'd heard the voice before! It was the same one who had startled him in the oracle's hut. And that was the same thing it had said then too… "I don't have to come into contact with you this time…" It offered uneasily, as it too had been uncomfortable in their last meeting…

Jak nodded, and the figure stepped out into the corridor facing away from the door. It didn't look as though anything had happened from the mute's point of view, but the guards were panicking, trying to shoot the creature. To them had it just appeared out of thin air? Never-the-less, it was proving to be a wonderful distraction.

Even though the bullets seemed not to be fazing it, they would sooner or later, and Jak was worried for it, though with a second glance at the frenzy at the other end of the hall, you could see that every time the entity was shot at, the projectile flew right through it, not doing any damage in the slightest.

The commotion seemed to reawaken Daxter to the world around him, and in a flash, the rodent was right beside his best friend, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape at the spectacle before him. The ottsel quickly glanced at Jak and then returned his relentless gaze back to the smirking figure.

Aware that Daxter wasn't about to move without encouragement, Jak picked the ottsel up and ran, unnoticed, past the fleet of terrorized KG's.

It wasn't long before the same elf was wincing as a bullet whizzed past his ear, fired by the defense mechanism behind him. The tank in question wasn't letting up, and even though elves run low on energy eventually, machines take much longer to wear out.

Unfortunately, Jak happened to be an elf, though, an incredibly swift one. A red beam appeared on the ground next to him, and, momentarily, he picked up the pace to avoid becoming the machine's next kill.

Up ahead the air shimmered as the glowing entity that had helped earlier re-appeared, smirk no longer present on its visage. Had it had irises or pupils, it would have rolled its eyes as a bullet flew through its upper arm, but as he currently didn't, the fact remained unseen.

Scouring the immediate area for something, anything that could be of use in the situation, they momentarily found refuge behind some unrecognizable equipment. Predictably, a bullet found it's way through the unfortunate heap of scrap. But the "heap of scrap' was more than it appeared to be, as a clear computerized voice said; "Cooling systems damaged, please cease fire."

The tank, whose job it was to protect the new weapon at all costs, obviously did not heed it's warning though. It was almost cruel how ironic this would be in the end, but seeing as the tank was currently trying to rip the protagonists apart, we can spare no pity for it.

That was the perfect way to hit two birds with one stone. If they could get the cooling system deactivated, the missile would overheat and take out the tank. Without a moment's hesitation, Jak ran toward the next 'heap of scrap' to see if the same trick would work twice.

Sure enough, it did, and the other cooling system met the same sticky end. While some were merely shot until deactivating, others were less mercifully disposed of, as the tank actually ran over them.

"Warning, cooling system dysfunctional, Detonation it 10-" The computer voice warned. This, clearly was the time to make an escape. The only thing they'd reach in time was a window, though, and they happened to be on the third floor. There were two options; Jump, or be blown to bits.

Daxter didn't overlook this minor detail, and before his elven friend decided to try this impossible feat, the ottsel muttered; "You've gotta be kidding me."

As a rare stroke of good luck, there were several flag poles on the way down, easy enough to use in getting down. Jak flipped in mid-air and grabbed a hold of one, flipping again and grabbing the next, unknowingly losing his furry companion in the process.

Just as he landed on the ground, the top of the building vanished in a raging flame. With all the weapons in it, it was only a matter of time before it blew completely.

But where the heck was Daxter? The ottsel was never around when you needed him! It only took a second to find his fuzzy little friend, who was clearly dizzy and disoriented. It was a proverbial race against the clock.

Not stopping for a nano-second, Jak scooped the rodent up and ran as far as he could before the majority of the building was consumed by the livid flame.

Moments later the could-be-angel jumped down from the burning second story, completely unharmed, coming as close to rolling its eyes as it could. But the closer it got, its annoyed expression changed to a gentler, yet slightly sad, smile. Probably because they went through the trouble of trying to save the guards when they had just met their demise in the explosive inferno.

"You know, he isn't going to wake up for sometime" It said by way of greeting. Jak wasn't so sure though, if there was anything that freaked Daxter out it was the way he operated a zoomer.


Surprisingly, the ottsel remained unconscious when Jak returned to the hideout. Even more surprising was the fact that Torn didn't automatically give him a new mission as he walked in the door. Instead, the rebel smirked at the sight of him.

"Typical." He said. "You get back an hour early, looking like you stayed three hours late." Torn shook his head in an amused way.

"Go patch yourself up. And do me a favor," He added as Jak began to head for his room. "Don't wake him up." The second-in-command added, indicating toward Daxter.

Jak was surprised to find that the ethereal creature was already waiting for him, grinning. "I told you he wouldn't be awake" It said. But as it glanced back at him, the grin quickly changed into an anxious frown. "Have you thought about treating that scratch?" It asked.

Curious, the mute raised a hand to his cheek, and was shocked that it had blood on it when he took it away. The whole time they were gone, the only thing he felt that was close to pain was the heat of the machinery.

He was about to ask the light being how it could understand him, but before he got the chance to interrogate it, Daxter woke up.

"Man that stung!" The ottsel yelled, sitting bolt upright. "Woah, déjà vu…"


Jak wasn't completely sure how he had gotten into this predicament. He was rocketing through the city on a zoomer with at least ten KG's racing after him. Usually this wouldn't have been too much of a problem, nor would it be too abnormal, but there happened to be some 'very important' eco ore strapped to the back of the zoomer, and it couldn't be damaged too heavily.

Maybe, The mute thought wryly, this little run in with the law could have been avoided. If, that was, Torn decided to tell me unauthorized possession of eco ore was illegal! Though, truth be told, it wasn't all Torn's fault, bumping into a KG speeded bike hadn't really helped matters any. Gradually, the sirens faded into the distance, only to roar back to life in a different sector. Somewhere out there, some poor citizen was getting the stuffing kicked out of him or her.

The rest of the trip went rather smoothly by their usual standards though, and surprisingly soon they reached the Hip Hog Heaven bar. Personally, Jak hated these kinds of missions, these places were usually filled with smoke, and some of the creepiest people hung around in them.

Plus Daxter got kind of weird when he had too much to drink.

The mute shuddered at the memory of the latest incident. From then on Daxter wasn't allowed to drink on missions, that went double for any fluorescent colored liquids.

Apon entering the establishment, the two were greeted by a dark skinned elf, armored by the bones of metal-heads fitted together to create what was surely a very strong defense.

"You cherries delivering the…er…'goods'?" He asked.

Jak nodded, Daxter was on the verge of saying something, but miraculously, decided not to.

"Then you'll be wanting to talk to Krew." The dark skinned elf said, "He's over there." He added, signaling to the back of the pub.

For the second time in his life, Jak was glad he couldn't talk, or he might have said something completely uncomplimentary about Torn's 'source'. It goes without saying that Daxter on the other hand, was completely free to do so. And, for that matter, he did.

"Oh. My. God. That is the single fattest man I have ever seen!"

That comment earned the ottsel a stern glare, but it was true. The man was so obese his legs couldn't support his own weight. He was kept upright, only with the help of a hovering seat that displayed his scrawny legs grotesquely.

Rather unwillingly, they walked toward 'Krew', and Jak presented him with the package of eco ore.

"So you've delivered it in one piece, eh?" The great lump of an elf said, "Very fortunate on your part. This cargo is worth more than your lives." Unfortunately, he hadn't finished yet.

"You know boy, you've got some potential. Keeping those ridiculous Krimson Guards at bay until they lost interest-"

Yeah, you could say they lost interest. If you count refocusing their efforts on some poor elf is considered losing interest. Jak thought as the same shimmering light appeared in the corner.

"-not an easy feat, though not entirely impressive." Krew continued, unaware of the stunned being, blinking, as though it couldn't quite believe what it was seeing.

It was actually a very amusing sight, and the mute had to keep himself from smiling, a rather difficult achievement under the circumstances.

"Have a go at the gun course, eh? See if you have what it takes?" Krew said, handing the warrior a morph gun with a scatter mod.


Long story short, the gun course wasn't even close to a challenge. The light creature had decided to follow, and accidentally got 'struck' as a metal-head shaped target popped in in front of it. Still a bit dazed by the size of Krew, it settled for 'rolling' its eyes and trailing behind and Jak made his way through the rest of the course.

When he exited the course, the previously mentioned blob was outside of it, attempting to keep his expression bored and uncaring. To it's-er his left, stood the dark skinned elf, grinning.

"We've gotta team up sometime, cherry." He said, "Name's Sig."

Jak nodded and glanced at Daxter, who was already into a great introduction of 'Orange Lightning'. As usual, the mute glared at his friend, who took the hint, and quickly wrapped up his overly extravagant intro, and added a quick "And this is Jak" Like he always did.


GAH: Woops, I forgot the disclaimer…Well, it you've read the earlier disclaimers you know I don't own this beloved franchise. You know, I was rather pleased with the name of this chapter when I made it up. –Points to Krew- But now it seems really stupid. -.-;

Via: Just like you!

GAH: You don't need to be so blunt. –slinks off to write next chapter-