Now...How do I get Torn outta prison...?
I don't own Jak and Daxter.
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"How much longer do we gotta wait? We were supposed to meet the Samos' and Keira at the stadium!" Daxter paced the table.
"Get in, set a trap, get out. How long should that take?" Jak sighed and leaned against the wall. "Knowing Torn and Ashelin..."
"I bet'cha they would have gotten it done pronto if they were back to normal."
"Then they couldn't fit through the vents."
"This is aggravating."
"Aggravating? I didn't know you knew that word."
"Hey! I'm not that stupid!"
"So you're saying you are stupid?"
"...Wanna see if we can find 'em in the city?"
"Oh, nice one." Jak smirked, then sighed again. "Yeah, I guess we should. Maybe they already left for the stadium..."
As they entered the city, Jak noticed something. "Hey, is it me, or are there a lot less guards walking around?"
"Um, maybe they're in another sector?" Daxter suggested.
"I dunno..." Jak took another look. "Let's just get going. It's been hours, we shouldn't keep them waiting."
"What if this has something to do with Krew's weapon factory thing?" Daxter asked.
"Krew's dead. I don't think so. Why?" Jak asked, confused.
"I don't know...I got a bad feeling..."
"Keep your guard up then." Jak pushed the memory of killing Krew away.
After jumping on the JET-board, it only took a few minuted to reach the palace.
"See them?" Jak looked around.
"Nope."
"Let's just head to the stadium then." Jak kept moving.
"Why not just steal a zoomer?" Daxter interrupted as they entered the bazaar.
"Because this JET-board is just as fast."
"Yeah, as fast as he slowest ones! I thought we weren't wasting time!"
"Ugh. Fine."
But before Jak was able to steal a zoomer, something made two pair stop dead. A message, one of Baron Praxis' daily messages, but this one was different. It wasn't a recording, it sounded live.
"People of Haven City!" the voice rang through the city. "I, Baron Praxis have some very good news for all of you! My daughter, Ashelin has been returned to us, and the Underground scum responsible will be punished for defying me, and for the kidnapping of my daughter."
There was a sound, barely audible, in the background, someone's heavy breathing. "I didn't...do it...Gah!" It sounded like who ever had spoken had been hit.
"Soon now, the Underground Resistance will be dead!"
The citizens of Haven City may not of heard what was in the background, but Jak and Daxter did. They looked at each other, wide eyed. "Torn and Ashelin!"
Not even bothering to steal a zoomer, Jak sprinted as fast as his legs would carry him to the stadium. "We have to tell Samos!"
"Jak! You made it!" Keira said.
"Finally! It's been hours! What took you so long?" Samos said.
"Where are Torn and Ashelin?" the younger one asked.
"Didn't...Didn't you just hear...that annoncement?" Jak said as he stopped in front of them, gasping for air.
"What annoncement?" Keira asked. "What's happened?"
"How could you not hear it?!" Daxter exclaimed.
"Sorry, we were a little busy getting this thing out!" The older Samos pointed at the seat they would use to get back to their time.
"It was Baron Praxis!" Jak said. "Torn and Ashelin, they've been caught!"
"What?!"
"How?!"
"I don't know!" Jak exclaimed.
"Hurry! We must get this back inside the stadium!" The Samos' ran over to the seat.
"More lifting for you, Jak." Daxter said.
"Let's just-" Jak was cut of by the sreaming of many people.
"METAL HEADS!"
"M-metal heads?!" Daxter looked around. Metal heads were indeed swarming into the stadium.
"How did metal heads get in?!"Jak pulled out his gun.
"Jak! You must hold off these metal heads, we'll use our powers to carry the time travelling seat back into the stadium!"
"Keira! Call Brutter! Tell him to stay away!"
"I'm on it!"
Jak began shooting metal heads away as the Samos' hands glowed green, then the seat started glowing green. They slowly lifted it off the ground, and walked to the stadium.
"Where are they all comeing from?!" Daxter clung to the side of Jak's head.
"Krew's weapon factory, meeting Sig in the underport, Sig...and that metal head..." Jak gasped.
"What?"
"This whole thing was a trap by Krew! To get the metal heads into the city!"
"Didn't we close that door?!" Daxter said.
"Yeah, but..." Jak shot down more metal heads as they climbed the stairs. "I don't know! That's all I can think of."
There was all of one other person in prison. His name was Jared, or was it Jeff? And he was in the cell beside Torn. He usually ranted on about what had happened in his life, apparently, he got here by hitting 3 guards with a zoomer.
"I mean, who wouldn't wanna hit those jack ass, slime balls anyway?" he'd said. Then he went on about how they were only kids. "I mean, I'm seventeen, that's happenin' a lot nowadays, kids gettin' into jail...But you, you're only thirteen! Man, I swear, sooner or later, this place is goin' down.
Right now, Torn wished he would just shut up. He was tired, his entire body hurt, and his jaw was badly bruised. But then Jared(James?) said something interesting for once.
"Hey, did'ja hear? They say there are hoards of metal heads raiding the city!"
Torn looked up from his spot on the metal floor. "Wh-what?!"
"Yeah! They've been sayin' metal heads just appeared in the port, just pourin' outta the under port! All guards were put out to kill 'em or somethin'. They say the whole port will be closed off. I'll tell ya now, I'm glad I'm here an' not out there."
"You...listen to the guards a lot, don't you?"
"Well I gotta do somethin' when I'm done my work. I'm tellin' ya, the work they put me to HAS to be better than what you're goin' through." Jared(Jack?) continued.
"I bet it is." Torn sighed and looked at the ceiling. He was hungry now.
"Dude, was that you're stomach?" Jared said.
"Yep..."
"Jeez I hope this whole place ain't comin' down. We gotta get outta here..."
"We'll get out, sooner or later, you know that Jak guy?"
"What, you know 'im?"
"Uh huh. I'm pretty sure he hates me, but I don't think he hates me enough to just leave me here...The others wouldn't let him hear the end of it." Torn laughed tiredly.
"Man, that Jak's gettin' popular..."
"Yeah, he's good." Torn closed his eyes. Tired...so tired...
"Yeah, man I'm tellin' ya, If this whole place comes down, and we get out alive, I'm findin' a way into the wasteland."
"...Why..."
"Because there's rumors. All kinda rumors. There's a city out there, for all who've been banished. Well, if you can find it." Jared said. "And if you don't the marauder's get'cha. They say the marauders are people who weren't accepted by the people of the city, too violent, didn't go by the rules, made their own society. Go out alone out there, and either the sand storms get'cha, or them."
"Sand storms?"
"It's a huge desert, and the sand storms are powerful enough to rip the skin from your bones!"
"......Oh....."
"I'm tellin' ya, that's where I'm goin' an' when I do-hey man, are you sleepin' on me?"
"..."
"Ah he was tired anyway..."
"Maybe I'll come too...If he never comes..."
Ashelin sat on her bed, staring at the floor. Her father had locked her in her room hours ago. She was worried. Torn was in the back of that annoncement, but he sounded tired, and injured. What did her father do? She could only hope he didn't do what she thought he did. Putting someone as young as Torn was now, he would probably die. How would he get out? Would Jak come in time?
Ashelin sighed. Ever since her mother died...
"Grr...!" she punched the wall next to her. "Damn it...father...what have you become?"
