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~To my first reviewer: KEEP READING TO FIND OUT ;)

And thus, the game Daxter had begun! Only maybe one or two more chapters until Daxter and Jak are finally reunited once again!

WARNING: If you have yet to play Daxter on PSP...spoilers await you in this chapter.

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Jak.

I had just woken up to the usual sound of screams coming from the cells around me. I hadn't had any of my weird dreams in over six months. I rolled over to face the disgusting wall next to me and stared at the tally marks covering it.

A year and a half. A year and a fucking half I had been kept in this damned prison, tortured beyond belief and transformed into half a devilish being. I was still a human being, I know...just with inhuman abilities caused by a mixture of Dark eco and my rage. Also...I was no longer an average boy from Sandover Village; I was a man.

I was now eighteen and a half years old. I finally reached the six foot mark (I had carved lines into the other wall to see how much I'd grown) and my blonde locks had grown out, pushed back by my goggles and touching the tops of my shoulders and back. I was now more built than ever before, and hundreds of times stronger than I was when I lived in Sandover. Some of my fellow inmates feared me, feared the monster inside me and my inability to control it when it tried to escape.

I sat up on my cot and stretched my arms. I got up and walked over to the full length mirror on the opposite wall, and stared at the man standing before me. Scars from intense injection cycles covered his bare chest, my bare chest, forever marking my body and soul. I narrowed my sunken blue eyes, feelings a sense of remorse wash over me. But, the feeling quickly dissipated as soon as it came and I irritably turned my back to my reflection.

I could honestly say I could no longer tell the difference between life and death anymore. There were some nights where I felt as though maybe I had died that first day here, the day we crashed into Haven City. Maybe I had landed too hard, hit my head and died. And all this was purgatory, some hellish place where I had to suffer for a while until I would be worthy enough to meet my makers.

I really wished this to be true.

But reality crashed down upon me all to quickly yet again as I heard a heavy knock on my cell door.

"Get dressed, prisoner. We're taking a little trip."

My ear twitched as the soldier's deep voice practically vibrated through the door. A little trip? What the fuck did that mean?

I went to relieve myself in my crappy urinal in the corner of my cell, and quickly tossed my nasty shirt (my only shirt) over my head. I pulled on my boots., grumbling in the process. I knocked twice on the steel door, my usual way of communicating to the Krimzon Guards outside of it. The door slid open and I held out my wrists so they could cuff me. The two KGs placed an electrical collar around my neck, something they had begun to use on me ever since my transformations intensified. We proceeded forward, walking through corridor after corridor until we reached what looked like some sort of parking garage.

"Stay here." The same KG who had knocked on my door stated gruffly. The second guard stood stiff by my side, gun cocked, ready to shock and electrocute me if necessary. I didn't know what these assholes were so worried about; it's not like I was going anywhere.

A red and black painted zoomer pulled up, tricked out with double the engine power and a big cage hooked to the back. The KG was driving it and he pressed a button on the dashboard that opened the cage door. I groaned in annoyance and the KG next to me shoved me forward. I hopped up into the cage and sat down on the little bench inside. The door was shut and bolted tightly in case I had decided to have a change of heart and attempt to escape.

The second guard hopped into the passenger seat in the front of the zoomer and we hovered over to an enormous door. A third KG below us started turning a crank on the wall and the garage door began to lift. As we exited the prison, the wind blew on my face and I inhaled every breath of fresh air I possibly could. The strong sunlight from the outside world stung my eyes so much, but I didn't care...I was outside. I wanted to enjoy this while it lasted.

The deep-voiced KG decided to speak then, "We're taking you for an examination at one of our health care facilities in the Port. Once a male prisoner that is part of the Dark Warrior Program reaches the age of eighteen, a physical is required, as requested by His Majesty," The KG sighed in frustration, "We're fucking half a year late for you, but whatever. Better late than never, I always say."

The two Krimzon Guards chuckled at that statement. I looked out at the open skies, down at the miserable people of Haven City, and hoped that the ride would be a very long one.

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Daxter.

"Bug base, bug base..." I spoke into my walkie-talkie, "This is Orange Lightning, do you read?"

There was crackly static coming from the other end, then Taryn's voice came through. "Yes, Daxter, but you don't have to use call signs or-"

"Unit 1 returning to base ASAP on the QT," I said, cutting her off. Taryn was one of my coworkers at Kridder-Ridder Extermination Company, a foxy, purple-haired, big-busted British-accented bombshell that had a lot of sass that made my spine tingle. I had just been coming back from an extermination job in Breezy Valley and decided to give her a buzz to let her know the job was done.

I heard her sigh on the other end, so I continued, "By the way, was I supposed to pick you up something at the store? Yakow milk maybe? Or some female hygiene product we men dare not speak of?" I heard her groan and I pictured her shaking her head, the way she usually did when I cracked one of my jokes, and I grinned.

I looked around at the buildings and landings surrounding me in the Industrial Zone, the area I had been stuck in for six months now. I had become Ozmo's top exterminator and best employee over the course of my first week here. I had to say, the job was exhilarating and I was damn good at it! I had also learned a lot about some secret conspiracies going on in this city...there was a metalhead lord, named Kaeden, who I had the displeasure of meeting several times throughout my adventures. Kaeden was working for the king of the metalheads, whoever that was, and every time I was battling some psycho crazy-ass bugs, he seemed to suddenly show up and try to get those fuckers to attack me more! All in all, I had a pretty sick gig here and it paid pretty well.

Nica had yet to come rescue me, or even look for me. I hoped she was okay, and secretly prayed that she missed me to death.

As I continued to walk across the street towards where I parked my scooter (well, it was really Ozmo's son's scooter but let me borrow it), something was bothering me. I could feel in the back of my head something poking me in there, like...like trying to wake me up, even though I was already awake. I licked my lips nervously and brought the walkie to my mouth. "Ya know...I can't help but think that I'm forgetting something," I stopped walking and put my hand on my hip, "Something really fucking important..."

Then...as soon as I finished my thought...something life changing happened.

A KG Cage-Zoomer flew fast over my head, heading in the direction of the Port...

AND JAK WAS RIGHT THERE, SITTING IN THE CAGE IN THE BACK.

"JAK?!" I gaped at the vehicle flying away from me, "That's it! Oh my god...!" I frantically ran towards the scooter, my heart swelling and pounding harder than ever before, "Hang on, buddy!"

I reached the scooter and hopped on, bringing the walkie to my mouth one last time, "I gotta go, toots!" I said to Taryn, "Talk to you later! I mean...over and out! I mean...10-4...or whatever." I tossed the cheap walkie over my shoulder, giving no fuck as I started the engine and sped after the cage zoomer.

"Oh my god, OH MY GOD!" I said aloud as I was beginning to catch up with the zoomer. My best friend...my brother...he's alive! He's alive and here! The closer I got to the zoomer, the more sure I was that it was indeed Jak in there!

And he looked like Hell.

And, of course, my pursuit couldn't be easy, OH NO, never easy for Orange Lightning...The KGs who were driving the zoomer must've spotted me, because right then and there, literal bombs were being dropped in front of me! They wanted me to crash!

I dodged each bomb they threw. I was so fucking determined to get to Jak, I didn't care who I hit on the way to wherever they were bringing him. This was the closest I had ever been to saving Jak since I landed in Haven City with him! I started getting so close to the cage car, so close I could practically taste the engine exhaust.

I tried to call Jak's name, but the sounds of explosions drowned my normally extremely loud voice out. He was looking in my direction, but with all the smoke, I was sure he could not see me...he was probably curious as to why the fuck some asshole would ever tailgate the Krimzon Guard.

I could care less. I was proud to be the asshole about to save my best friend!

As we approached the Port gate at incredible speed, I lost all hope...My greatest weakness, being security pass-less, had defeated me once again! Worse than that, though, was the fact that FIVE KRIMZON GUARDS were standing tall, about twenty yards away from the Port gate, waiting to ambush me. The stupid KGs driving with Jak must've contacted them in order to stop their pursuer...me! This distracted me for a second, causing me to get hit one of the bombs being thrown from the cage zoomer. It landed in front of me, so it didn't hit the scooter, but the blast was powerful enough to knock me off the scooter and send me flying right into the ambush of KGs.

I hit the pavement hard and moaned in pain, holding my head. I got to my feet and all five KGs had their guns pointed down at me. I put my hands up in fear of being shot down right there. I watched the zoomer carrying my best friend Jak speed through the Port gate, and it disappeared from my view.

I've lost Jak, I miserably thought to myself, He was right there...and now he is gone again. Fuck!

Suddenly, I heard a zoomer coming from behind me, and as I turned to face it, it plowed down the guards surrounding me. A couple of guards leapt out of the way, but most of them got nailed. The large, heavy-set zoomer parked in front of me and I lowered my defensive hands slowly in surprise. The driver was a young blonde guy that did not look familiar to me at all.

"Oh..." He began, looking around at the damage he caused, "Sorry, buddies...Didn't your moms tell you to stay out of the streets?!" The KG groaned and began getting to their feet, and my rescuer called out to me, "Hey! Little furry dude! Get in!"

I didn't give a shit who the hell my savior was and scrambled into the passenger seat, "Thanks, dude."

The guy grinned at me as we rose above the wiped out KGs, "You're welcome, dude!"

As we sped ahead, another KG blockade was in front of us. I gripped the sides of the zoomer and my eyes bugged out, "DUDE!" We turned a corner to avoid the blockade and ran into one last fucking ambush waiting ahead!

The guy gasped, "DUDE...!" He jerked the steering wheel upward, completing an impressive aerial trick and we rode along the landing (avoiding screaming civilians) until we were out of the KGs view and safe.

I looked behind us in fear that possible we were being pursued, but we were in the clear. I relaxed and slumped in my seat. Simultaneously we looked at each other and said, "Duuuuuuuuuuuuude...". The rescuer definitely looked shocked at his ability to evade the cops.

As we flew away, the guy cleared his throat and spoke. "Ximon's the name. I'm Ozmo's son. Pops said he hadn't heard from you for a while, so I tracked you down pronto with the radio. It's a good thing, too! We've got a mondo job brewing right now on a big tanker in the Port." He leaned over and winked at me, "You ready to party hard?"

The Port? That's where they took Jak...I glanced at Ximon, feeling depressed and I knew I looked solemn to him. We continued to fly above the buildings, and I tried to work out some sort of plan in my head that would help me succeed in saving my lost again best pal.

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Somewhere in a building overlooking the Industrial Zone...

A tall, slender man looked out of a window, watching the scene below him unfold. He stared as a rodent and a young male flew away after fighting off several of the Baron's Krimzon Guards. The man watching them from above was much older and had a broad, intimidating face. He was balding on top of his head and his remaining dark hair flowed from its sides, slick with grease.

He balled his fists angrily as the deep voice of his leader came from the holo-projector behind him.

"Why is that last exterminator company still operating?!" The voice growled furiously.

The man turned to face his leader's floating holographic head, an image of the horrifying metalhead ruler, and sighed, "The owner, Ozmo, has proven...difficult to discourage."

"Well then, Kaeden, help him down the path of despair!" The leader shouted, shaking his head, "I can't have this Ozmo interfering with my plans! We've finally infiltrated Haven's security walls, and I don't want some wrinkled, old exterminator GETTING IN MY WAY!"

"I have it handled, Great One, I assure you..." The man known as Kaeden muttered nervously, "He's got some help, but it's only a matter of time before I-"

"CLOSE HIM DOWN SOON!" The metalhead ruler roared, "Or I'll be doing some exterminating myself..." His holographic head faded away and the projector shut down.

Kaeden sighed in distress again and shook his head, staring at the floor.

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Jak.

Why the fuck, I wondered, as we sped away from whoever was chasing us, Would some asshole ever tailgate the Krimzon Guard in their lifetime?!

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. People got killed for no reason all the time in this city, so why would a civilian decide "Hey, I'm going to ride the KGs' asses today!"?! It made no sense to me. There was no point in antagonizing the guards unless you wanted to get gunned down.

As if they read my mind, my Krimzon Guards began conversing. The first one groaned and said, "Who the fuck would want to come after us? The last time this happened, a girl was provoking a group of our men and was shot down right there. Why bother when they know they're going to die?"

The second guard's head whipped around to stare at him, "Hey, I heard about that! She ran to our guys, confessing that she was an Underground soldier." He sighed and shook his head, "She was young, too. Seventeen, I think...I'm not too sure. It's disgusting that the Underground is recruiting kids, though."

The first guard murmured in agreement. "Some people are just plain crazy as fuck."

Tell me about it..., I thought to myself sarcastically, as we began parking in front of a building in the Port, Some people are fucked up.

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A/N:

So how about that?! Most of this was from the game Daxter, including the scene with Kaeden. And about this last part, in Jak's point of view; Do you know what girl they were talking about? I bet you do...poor Nica...

Keep reading and please review! I will update soon. The next chapter is going to be where Jak and Daxter REUNITE!