DAXTER
Author Note/Disclaimer: This is a novelization of the video game 'Daxter' for the PSP.
This chapter is a bit longer......why isn't anyone reviewing? I though I would've gotten at least one. My writing style doesn't suck THAT much...does it?
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Daxter: Chapter 10 - The Chase
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I yawned quietly as I walked through the reasonably deserted streets of Haven city, making sure to keep an eye on the occasional zoomer as it shot by overhead. It wasn't really all that late, to be honest it was probably closer to midday, but I had been working all day and I just wanted to sleep or something. Of course that didn't mean that I could.
Sighing to myself I pulled out my comm. and called up Tarym to give her an update.
"This is Orange Lightning." I called into the small electronic gizmo, hoping that I'd actually managed to get the stupid thing to work, and that I wasn't just talking to myself again. "Do you read?"
I didn't have to wait long before hotties'...err, I mean Taryn's calm, if slightly irritated, voice answered me back "Yes Daxter. But you don't have to use call signs y-"
I ignored her useless advice and continued my update. "Unit one returning to base, a.s.a.p. on the QT." I told her. Honestly, I didn't really know what I was saying, but damn did it sound cool. It was like all cops and moviesque to me anyway. "By the way, was I supposed to pick you up something at the store? Yakoaw Milk, maybe? Or some female hygiene product we men dare not speak of?"
Yeah, hopefully she won't kill me over that.
"You know, something important." I asked, ignoring the single prisoner prison transport ship as it flew past me. "I can't help but think t-"
I trailed off when I saw who was a prisoner to the Baron. The person who I'd promised to help. The person who I'd almost completely forgotten.
"JAK!" I yelled out surprised to see my friend. Of course the ship didn't stop. I glanced around and spotted an aging zoomer parked nearby.
"That's it." Now I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I borrowed it, I did need it, after all. "Hang on buddy." I called out to Jak.
"Gotta go, toots. Talk to you later." I called into the comm., then, realising that my call had sounded particularly boring, tried again. "I mean, err, over and out, I mean ten four...or whatever"
Fed up with the conversation, and realising that Jak had almost disappeared, I threw the Comm. over my shoulder and started up the zoomer, surprised that the ship actually possessed some grunt as it shot after the prison ship. Now all I needed to do was follow it and hopefully not get noticed.
Of course, that didn't last long. I was forced to swerve the crappy zoomer around a small explosion as the prison ship spotted me and one of the guards threw a mine straight at me. Jerks.
Of course, since the first throw somehow managed to miss me, a couple more were thrown in my general direction. I swear, they were really going all out to make sure I wouldn't follow them. They dived around a corner, and I twisted the steering rack on the scooter, ignoring the whining complaints from the stressed out motor, as I forced it around the bend.
Unfortunately, it turns out that the prison actually had this new thing called security, and as soon as I came close, I was thrown off the scooter by a stray laser blast, and surrounded on all sides by more than ten Krimson guards, all of them locking their weapons directly on my superbly sleek fur.
I'll admit, I was kinda worried about how I was going to get out of this situation. Luckily, it was right about then that aloud roar sounded off behind me and a reasonably large green ship, with a rather suspiciously large bull-bar, roared straight by, forcing the guards to either jump away, giving me a chance to escape, or become one with hardened steel. Most of them chose the first option.
The ones that didn't...well, you don't want to know.
"Oh, sorry buddies" The driver called out as he span to a stop, wiping out another three guards, though whether it was on purpose or not was clearly debatable. Though his next comment certainly helped clear that up. "But didn't your mommies tell you to stay off of the street" He taunted the guards sarcastically as he landed down next to me.
"Hey, little furry dude" He called out to me, anxiously "Get in"
I didn't waste any time and jumped onto the craft, settling down onto the really comfortable seats. He revved the engines and quickly took off. "Thanks dude" I thanked him, holding tightly onto the front of the seat as he accelerated. "You're welcome dude" He answered, displaying the ultimate in 'dude'ness. Hey, even if I made that word up, it still makes sense.
"Dude!" I exclaimed surprised when I realised that there were a whole bunch of zoomers blocking our escape. As well as a few manned patrols as well, all of them ready to fry us the minute we stopped.
"Dude" he called out as he span the ship through a 180 that was so tight I am still wondering how he managed.
He turned around and there was nothing but the blank wall of the prison ahead, well that and a tiny alley. My surfer dude seemed to realise this and I was forced to stab my nails tightly into the car as he pulled off a complete barrel roll and shot across sideways, kinda in a corkscrew, just missing the wall and the roof of a low building in the process.
The craft barely even whimpered as it completed the Fancy manoeuvre and all I could say was "Duuuuuuuuuuude" a sentiment that was pretty much mirrored by the driver.
Anyway, with those fancy moves confusing the guards and giving us a chance to escape, I took a chance to see exactly who my helper was. He looked to be an atypical haven teenager with his gold hair hidden in a read cap, and the sleeveless surfy look. He was cool, almost as cool as me, and that's quite an achievement.
"Ximon's the name" He told me as he lowered the ship back down to the normal cruising height. "I'm Osmo's son"
"Pops said he hadn't heard from you in a while. So I tracked you down Pronto, with the radio. It's a good thing too. We've got a mondo job brewing in the big tanker by the fort." He paused, taking his eyes way from the road, not noticing the other zoomers forcing the swerve to avoid us. "So, you ready to party hard"
I glanced at him unsure. Jak needed my help, okay, sure, these people also needed the Daxternator's help, but Jak...well he deserved it more, I guess. Still, Jak was stuck in a prison, and I wasn't so great that I could get him out on my own. I guess the only option I actually had was to help these friends out until they can help me.
Besides, how hard would it be to kill all the bugs in a tanker?
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