AN: I seriously can't believe that out of all my stories, even my most-viewed Alcatraz Season 2, this one is the one getting the most requests for updates! Keep up the support, friends!
Chapter 4
The whole reason why Jak, Daxter, and Keira had gone over to the Lost Sage's cave was because it was just about time for a rare phenomenon to repeat itself that day. Once every five years, people reported seeing strange purple lights rise up from that isolated corner of the Wasteland, over a small volcano right next to the sea.
Five years earlier, a man wandered into the cave, dazed from the spoiled coconut milk he'd been subsisting on for the last several days after being banished to the Wasteland by Count Veger. He found himself dazzled by the markings inside the cave, markings that looked much more beautiful than they could possibly have looked like in real life. The hallucinogenic bacterial venom in the rotten coconuts was not helping him keep his grip on reality at all.
What did help him keep his grip on reality was the sudden flash of light that lanced outward from one of the markings the second he touched it - and just as suddenly, the Lost Sage's cave was no longer there. Instead, the man found himself on a beach somewhere, with metal tanklike vehicles the size of HellCat Cruisers trawling up and down the sand. One of them stopped and made its way over to him, and a number of uniformed, weapon-bearing men - military from the look of them - leaped out of the tank and pointed their weapons at him, all while gabbling in a strange language that made absolutely no sense to him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" yelled the man. "By the Precursors! What's gotten into you?"
The men stopped yelling. One of them stepped forward and asked haltingly, "You...En...glaise?"
"Englaise? Oh, English!" The man breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, I happen to speak that language! My name is Erwin Sikowitz. Where am I and how did I get here, pray tell?"
The man with the broken English nodded and relayed what Sikowitz said to his men in his native tongue. Then he turned back to Sikowitz and smiled widely. "Welcome, seer, to Yerba!"
"Yeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrr-ba?" Sikowitz asked, trying as best he could to mimic the man's heavy accent.
"Yes, Yerba! Home of the Rebels! Come with us!" The man continued to smile as he put his arm around Sikowitz's shoulder. "You help us plenty, seer! Just wait! Filthy Supreme Leader no stay in power now!"
Since then, Sikowitz had lost his ability to recall anything. Perhaps it had had something to do with the increasingly rotten coconuts he kept feeding himself over the years. But now, upon seeing Jak and Keira in his classroom, two people whom he'd recognized from his days in the Underground, some of his memories came rushing back to him. Too quickly, as it happened, because once he saw them and yelled out their names, he dropped to the floor, so shocked he was now completely out cold.
"Oh great," grumbled Rex through Robbie. "Now the psycho drama teacher's broken too. This day just keeps-" At this point Jade flipped a gasket and grabbed Rex, tore his head off, and flung the rest of his body out the window, where it lay right next to the bottle of lemon soda that Cat had tried to pass off as douche-y pop-star piss.
"Wow," muttered Tori under her breath. "Violent much?"
With everyone's attention on Jade and Sikowitz, only Jade noticed as Cat hurriedly steered Jak and Keira out the door and into the hall. She slipped out the door to follow them, leaving a horde of classmates still paralyzed with shock in her wake.