-Author's Note- :: sidles in :: Mrr.. Hello I'm Navras. and uh. I'M JUST
ANOTHER FAN GIRL OF JAK DON'T SPEAR ME! :: hides :: o_0; I'm still playing
around with this thing. so er. :: scuttles off ::
Two years had gone by in the 'glorious' Haven City. Two years was no
different then the past years, the normal citizens living life as they
had known it. Just an ordinary pair of years passing bye. That was of
course, if you were no prisoner.
Of course, everyone living in Haven City would be
considered a prisoner. They were surrounded by city walls to 'protect'
them from the monstrous beings known as 'metal heads.' But if that was
supposed to be bad. Then what of those inside the prison fortress?
It had been two years of torture for those unlucky enough, one
in particular. For it was he, Jak, who had the 'honor' of having dark
eco pumped into his body. Two years of having the horrid feeling of
darkness numbing your body, chilling you to the bone, yet also living
as if you were in the fires of the underworld. Two years. And Nothing.
He hadn't been too clear on the situation, only grabbing snags
of the conversation between a Krimson Guard and the Baron himself.
Something about these 'metal heads' attacking the city. They needed a
weapon, and it would seem he was to be it. However, the Baron's plans
weren't going as well. planned.
In fact it was just the opposite, nothing seemed to have
happened. You would think that at least the specimen would die of such
loads of dark eco. But no. Instead he lived as a worthless nothing.
Irritated with such a pathetic thing and his own failure, the Baron
had ordered for Jak to be killed that eve. However, little did either
of them suspect what chaos would take place soon enough.
The small furry frame of Daxter wondered about the fortress pipe
lining, looking for any signs of his companion. He paused briefly as
he came upon two different pathways. "Hmm." He murmured, rubbing a paw
against his chin as he contemplated. Something though, caught his eye.
Two gleaming orbs appeared from the left pathway, crimson iris'
piercing through the dim-lighted corridor. Daxter blinked, staring at
the thing with a titled dial. "Er... O___o; Hey would you happen to
know where Jak is, he's about,-" He had begun to explain, however the
frame's outline had vanished down the pathway. "Hey wait a minute!"
Daxter called out, quickly scampering after it.
After minutes of pursuing the creature, Daxter finally gave up.
He panted as he rested against metal rails, shaking his head. "People
these days. Got no respect," He leaned against what would appear to be
a lever, which in turn seemed to operate the hovering platform he was
on. "GAH!" The sudden thrust was not something he was expecting; so he
toppled over.
As the platform seemed to stop at a certain floor, Daxter arose
and brushed himself off; mumbling as he did so. He looked up to see
where he had gotten himself to and gaped when he saw Jak strapped
down.
Two years had gone by in the 'glorious' Haven City. Two years was no
different then the past years, the normal citizens living life as they
had known it. Just an ordinary pair of years passing bye. That was of
course, if you were no prisoner.
Of course, everyone living in Haven City would be
considered a prisoner. They were surrounded by city walls to 'protect'
them from the monstrous beings known as 'metal heads.' But if that was
supposed to be bad. Then what of those inside the prison fortress?
It had been two years of torture for those unlucky enough, one
in particular. For it was he, Jak, who had the 'honor' of having dark
eco pumped into his body. Two years of having the horrid feeling of
darkness numbing your body, chilling you to the bone, yet also living
as if you were in the fires of the underworld. Two years. And Nothing.
He hadn't been too clear on the situation, only grabbing snags
of the conversation between a Krimson Guard and the Baron himself.
Something about these 'metal heads' attacking the city. They needed a
weapon, and it would seem he was to be it. However, the Baron's plans
weren't going as well. planned.
In fact it was just the opposite, nothing seemed to have
happened. You would think that at least the specimen would die of such
loads of dark eco. But no. Instead he lived as a worthless nothing.
Irritated with such a pathetic thing and his own failure, the Baron
had ordered for Jak to be killed that eve. However, little did either
of them suspect what chaos would take place soon enough.
The small furry frame of Daxter wondered about the fortress pipe
lining, looking for any signs of his companion. He paused briefly as
he came upon two different pathways. "Hmm." He murmured, rubbing a paw
against his chin as he contemplated. Something though, caught his eye.
Two gleaming orbs appeared from the left pathway, crimson iris'
piercing through the dim-lighted corridor. Daxter blinked, staring at
the thing with a titled dial. "Er... O___o; Hey would you happen to
know where Jak is, he's about,-" He had begun to explain, however the
frame's outline had vanished down the pathway. "Hey wait a minute!"
Daxter called out, quickly scampering after it.
After minutes of pursuing the creature, Daxter finally gave up.
He panted as he rested against metal rails, shaking his head. "People
these days. Got no respect," He leaned against what would appear to be
a lever, which in turn seemed to operate the hovering platform he was
on. "GAH!" The sudden thrust was not something he was expecting; so he
toppled over.
As the platform seemed to stop at a certain floor, Daxter arose
and brushed himself off; mumbling as he did so. He looked up to see
where he had gotten himself to and gaped when he saw Jak strapped
down.
