Disclaimer: I don't own the game Jak and Daxter 2 or any of its characters
or settings and probably never will unless I win the lottery and yea... only
Viktor is my own creation.
It was days after Jak and Daxter defeated Metal Kor, and things in the city could not look any brighter. Metal heads mindlessly flooded over the shield walls in a complete retreat. Jak and Daxter returned to be in the center of the festivities, all around jubilant people were shouting and cheering. Women flocked around Jak and his partner, and in a moment where Jak would expect his ottsel to make moves on every female in sight, Daxter was trying to pull Jak out of the crowd. "Come on your great hero! Move your butt we have business to do!!!" At that moment Daxter jumped into a landed zoomer and started messing with the controls. Knowing and fearing what would happen if his companion got behind the controls of a moving zoomer in the city, he hopped into the next seat and started up the machines engines.
Jak was cruising through the city, weaving between slower, more conservative drivers. "Now where exactly are we headed? I would think you would give anything to have crowds of women worshipping the ground you walk on." Jak looked up at the wind blown face of his orange friend. "Well my short-sighted eco-addict friend... you notice how the babes back there were all over me? Well once the fame and stardom of MY glorious defeat of the Metal Heads... we will be sittin' on the street in the slums of single hood. BUT myyyy plan could change things. And make me a magnet for the ladies 'till the end of time! Take me to the docks! To Krew's old place actually, the big lump of flub won't be needing it anymore!"
Daxter set to work fixing up the digs of the notorious gun dealer Krew the moment he arrived, and within a few short days and some generous favours "The Naughty Ottsel" was open for business. It was a party to end all parties. In fact the word party would have been too minor a term, the festivities lasted through the night and on to the late hours of the next day. The celebration of victory and the gathering of thought to be lost friends made the opening of the Naughty Ottsel.
There was another meeting, with a far more serious cause going on at the same moment. The coming peace and change brought by the death of the Baron and the prospects of a new life for the citizens were not appreciated by some. Erol the captain of the Krimson Guard had many admirers among his rank, and some stayed loyal to him even after his death attempting to rid the city of the insurgent Jak. Erol's most fiercely loyal supporter Viktor knew that if the city fell under the control of Jak and the Underground, his head would be the first on the chopping block. The soldiers of the Krimson Guard had been split in their loyalties since the Baron's death. One half proudly and quickly obeyed the command of Torn and Ashelin, while the others were still clinging to their old ways waiting for a strong leader to take charge. Viktor hoped to be that man, and had organized a meeting with captains of the disgruntled units. The only group standing in his way to taking the city under his rule however was the Underground. The Underground must be removed to give him his opening. What better way to take control then to cut the head of the snake, and watch the body twist and writhe.
It was days after Jak and Daxter defeated Metal Kor, and things in the city could not look any brighter. Metal heads mindlessly flooded over the shield walls in a complete retreat. Jak and Daxter returned to be in the center of the festivities, all around jubilant people were shouting and cheering. Women flocked around Jak and his partner, and in a moment where Jak would expect his ottsel to make moves on every female in sight, Daxter was trying to pull Jak out of the crowd. "Come on your great hero! Move your butt we have business to do!!!" At that moment Daxter jumped into a landed zoomer and started messing with the controls. Knowing and fearing what would happen if his companion got behind the controls of a moving zoomer in the city, he hopped into the next seat and started up the machines engines.
Jak was cruising through the city, weaving between slower, more conservative drivers. "Now where exactly are we headed? I would think you would give anything to have crowds of women worshipping the ground you walk on." Jak looked up at the wind blown face of his orange friend. "Well my short-sighted eco-addict friend... you notice how the babes back there were all over me? Well once the fame and stardom of MY glorious defeat of the Metal Heads... we will be sittin' on the street in the slums of single hood. BUT myyyy plan could change things. And make me a magnet for the ladies 'till the end of time! Take me to the docks! To Krew's old place actually, the big lump of flub won't be needing it anymore!"
Daxter set to work fixing up the digs of the notorious gun dealer Krew the moment he arrived, and within a few short days and some generous favours "The Naughty Ottsel" was open for business. It was a party to end all parties. In fact the word party would have been too minor a term, the festivities lasted through the night and on to the late hours of the next day. The celebration of victory and the gathering of thought to be lost friends made the opening of the Naughty Ottsel.
There was another meeting, with a far more serious cause going on at the same moment. The coming peace and change brought by the death of the Baron and the prospects of a new life for the citizens were not appreciated by some. Erol the captain of the Krimson Guard had many admirers among his rank, and some stayed loyal to him even after his death attempting to rid the city of the insurgent Jak. Erol's most fiercely loyal supporter Viktor knew that if the city fell under the control of Jak and the Underground, his head would be the first on the chopping block. The soldiers of the Krimson Guard had been split in their loyalties since the Baron's death. One half proudly and quickly obeyed the command of Torn and Ashelin, while the others were still clinging to their old ways waiting for a strong leader to take charge. Viktor hoped to be that man, and had organized a meeting with captains of the disgruntled units. The only group standing in his way to taking the city under his rule however was the Underground. The Underground must be removed to give him his opening. What better way to take control then to cut the head of the snake, and watch the body twist and writhe.