Well now on for chapter two and it's a long one (well actually chapter one,
the first was more of a prologue.) I want plenty of reviews and any
comments on where I should take the story.
Disclaimer: Once again I still do not own Jak and Daxter, the series or any of the characters and if this ever changes you all will be the first to know.
The great Mar Memorial Stadium had not received many visitors since the Class One race heralded the death of the Krimson Captain Erol, and the rise to fame of Jak. The Krimson Guard however suddenly appeared in large numbers around the stadium, deterring and detaining any civilians who wandered too close to the Stadium entrances. For inside, Viktor had chosen this place to be the staging area for his personal rise to power. The ground that signaled the end of the master will now be the start of the pupil. So he sat, on the edge of the Class One Race track, leaning up against the incline with the scars of the eco explosion etched at his feet. Five Krimson Guard captains stood at his feet listening to Viktor's every word. Viktor was exploiting his talent, his soon to be minions were mesmerized.
The plans continued for half an hour, with the captains listening to his every word, silent as schoolchildren when being reprimanded by the Principal himself. Once his orders were given out, the five officers left, and so did the large numbers of Krimson Guard. The entire entrance to the usually bustling Stadium was deathly silent, only the fountain could be heard, with its constant trickling of water breaking the calm. Viktor now sat alone, in the same place he was before, looking at the etched markings in the track, remembering the risk his mentor took in trying to kill Jak and his rat. Viktor was tall, lean and muscular. Coupled with his seemingly constant bad mood he was thought to be the perfect representation of what a Krimson Guard is. His short hair was jet black, the same colour as the tattoos coving his entire body, symbolizing his loyalty to the Guard. Dressed in full Krimson Guard body armor, Viktor was a fearsome sight.
The more and more Viktor thought about his mentor and master's death, the worse he could feel the rage build deep in his stomach. His insides seemed to boil and burn with the power of unquenchable rage. He squinted hard as he felt the anger building and burning inside of him, watching Jak's smug face as he finished the race, and how he had luckily avoided his masters attempt to exterminate him. The fateful explosion played in his mind for what seemed the millionth time, and finally Viktor could take no more. With a roar he jumped up, blaster rifle raised and aimed at Jak with his orange rat running from the blast that should have killed him. He fired shot after shot at the running figure, which he could see clearly in his mind. Every blast should have brought down his master's killer, but did not. This only fueled Viktor's rage as he fired faster and faster with his rifle, destroying panes of glass instead of the blond "hero". Finally, Viktor slumped back down, and removed the standard issue goggles from his eyes, releasing a signal tear to the ground that had been trapped inside. He then took off his helmet, and slowly placed his goggles inside. He then stood up once again and threw them with all his might over the track wall. No longer will he be a faceless grunt, he will become the new face that will bring terror into the hearts of the guilty and innocent alike.
The party at "The Naughty Ottsel" had finally ended, and Daxter was personally thanking everyone who left the club, and inviting some of the more attractive to become return customers. "Heeeeey baby! Leaving so soooon? That's a shame... you know why don't you stop by sometime, I'll make sure you get my –wink- VIP discount." Jak was sitting in a booth with Sig and Samos, going over again how Jak defeated the metal head leader, and Sig was lamenting not getting his crack at the great beast.
"See now if I was with you, which I should have been instead of letting your skinny butt get all the credit. This whole thing would have been a lot simpler!" Sig shouted "While you're there, botherin' that big metal behind and running around in circles like a little nancy, I sit back at the entrance and BAM!" Sig jumped on the table, Peacemaker drawn and pointed right in Jak's face, "We'd have instant fried metal head to last us a lifetime."
"Well Sid it wasn't that easy, there were other metal heads besides the big one in there, and even my Peacemaker didn't do much damage to Kor." Jak took out his morph gun with the peacemaker attachment and showed it to Sig.
"Now what is this? You think you can kill baddies with this little toy. It's like a Peacemaker Junior! No wonder this thing did no good!" Sig was rambling, shouting about the cheapness of Krew and how he had to do all the work around the club. Samos leaned close to Jak, "While our friend there is letting off some steam there is some important matters to discuss with you. With Baron Praxis out of the way of the Undergrounds operations, we now have the chance to better learn about Mar and how he affected everything that has transpired lately. The metal head leader would not have mentioned him so prominently unless Mar had some impact on your life!"
"But why can't we talk about this now?" Jak was slightly puzzled, since the city was purged of the Baron and Erol, who would be a threat to the Underground's operations now?
"I have recently been sensing something strange built up in the city. One would think after such a glorious victory as this, but there seems to be a great hostile force lurking, and I fear it has only grown stronger with ever passing moment." Samos looked around him to make sure no one was listening to what he had to say, "Meet me in the tomb of Mar tomorrow, and I will tell you what is needed to be known. You... don't have to bring Daxter if you don't want to." Jak smiled, knowing that his mentor for many years hadn't grown to serious over time. Of course he would bring Daxter to the meeting, Daxter had just the right to know as he did, and if he tried to leave without the little rodent, Daxter would surely track him down and make a large scene, ruining any chance of secrecy Jak and Samos had.
Jak had slept that night in Daxter's new club. Daxter insisted they stayed to protect his new digs from "Jealous club owners he will be taking business from" The entire night went without incident, and the Ottsel's snoring would have scared off anyone near the building. Both friends woke up early that morning, and got ready to travel to Mar's Tomb. "You know if we get there even ONE second later then old log-for-brains, he'll make us sweep the Underground headquarters for a month!" Daxter shouted, as he hopped onto Jak's shoulder ready to leave.
"I am just going to call Ashelin, if Samos is right about a threat in the city, he should not be traveling alone, she'll use some of her new Krimson Guard to escort him." Daxter shrugged, in his mind, that old coot should get roughed up for all the suffering he put him through. Jak used his communicator and set up the escort with Ashelin, who was more then willing to help out a friend.
Jak jumped on the zoomer bike parked outside the club, and flew off in the direction of Mar's tomb. Neither Jak, nor Daxter had owned a zoomer in their time at Haven City. They had just gotten so used to "borrowing" any nearby zoomer and running it into the ground it have become a habit. Jak was slightly surprised at the number of people walking about the city, as well as the zoomer traffic. He then realized this was normal for Haven City. Sometimes it seemed no one slept at all. Jak reached the entrance of Mar's Tomb and shifted his zoomer bike into reverse, backing away from the entrance. Once he had judged the distance correctly, he hit the accelerator and held on. Daxter clung to Jak's head as they flew directly at the large metal door, watching it grow closer and closer. Jak then jumped off the bike moments before it smashed into the wall exploding in a ball of flame. Jak and Daxter landed on the ground completely unhurt, and smirked as charred wreckage fell around them. Destroying zoomers was one of the brighter points in the pair's stay at Haven City.
Viktor paced back and forth in the racer's entrance hallway of the Stadium. Brushing broken glass aside with his foot he paced to await news on the development of his plan across the city. Everything had to go off without a hitch or else all would be lost. A Krimson Guard grunt approached Viktor and performed a ridged salute. "Sir, our men are in position and are waiting for the target to make a move." Viktor continued to pace, his hand rubbing his chin, looking downward at the broken glass on the hard metal floor. "Good... Only when he starts to move quickly should you eliminate him. We can then use the excuse to any public nearby that he was resisting arrest." "Yes Sir!" The Krimson grunt saluted again and marched off, opening his communicator and sending the news to the units already in position. Viktor still stared at the broken glass, and muttered, "If this doesn't go to plan, there sure will be hell to pay."
Jak and Daxter stood outside the entrance to Mar's Tomb for over two hours, waiting for Samos to arrive, but there was still no sign of the old sage. Ashelin had just been on the communicator with him, telling Jak that Samos was on his way, but regrettably she could not accompany the escort, as there were pressing matters in the city to attend to. Jak knew something wasn't right. Before he thought the old sage was growing senile, but now he could sense something as well. He had to get out of there, Jak unbuckled the jet board from his back and lifted the two sliding mechanisms on the sides, expanding the board to its full length. The electricity from the base of the board snapped and crackled as he jumped on and started boarding off to the Underground hideout, he knew he had to make it there in time.
One of Viktor's defected Krimson guards was parked in his hellcat, waiting to attack his target, when his communicator picked up the transmission he was waiting for. "Target is on the move! Open Fire! Open Fire!"
Ahhh I love cliffhangers... they make me feel so... evil hehehe please review and help me think up other ways to take this story, or just to brighten my day
Disclaimer: Once again I still do not own Jak and Daxter, the series or any of the characters and if this ever changes you all will be the first to know.
The great Mar Memorial Stadium had not received many visitors since the Class One race heralded the death of the Krimson Captain Erol, and the rise to fame of Jak. The Krimson Guard however suddenly appeared in large numbers around the stadium, deterring and detaining any civilians who wandered too close to the Stadium entrances. For inside, Viktor had chosen this place to be the staging area for his personal rise to power. The ground that signaled the end of the master will now be the start of the pupil. So he sat, on the edge of the Class One Race track, leaning up against the incline with the scars of the eco explosion etched at his feet. Five Krimson Guard captains stood at his feet listening to Viktor's every word. Viktor was exploiting his talent, his soon to be minions were mesmerized.
The plans continued for half an hour, with the captains listening to his every word, silent as schoolchildren when being reprimanded by the Principal himself. Once his orders were given out, the five officers left, and so did the large numbers of Krimson Guard. The entire entrance to the usually bustling Stadium was deathly silent, only the fountain could be heard, with its constant trickling of water breaking the calm. Viktor now sat alone, in the same place he was before, looking at the etched markings in the track, remembering the risk his mentor took in trying to kill Jak and his rat. Viktor was tall, lean and muscular. Coupled with his seemingly constant bad mood he was thought to be the perfect representation of what a Krimson Guard is. His short hair was jet black, the same colour as the tattoos coving his entire body, symbolizing his loyalty to the Guard. Dressed in full Krimson Guard body armor, Viktor was a fearsome sight.
The more and more Viktor thought about his mentor and master's death, the worse he could feel the rage build deep in his stomach. His insides seemed to boil and burn with the power of unquenchable rage. He squinted hard as he felt the anger building and burning inside of him, watching Jak's smug face as he finished the race, and how he had luckily avoided his masters attempt to exterminate him. The fateful explosion played in his mind for what seemed the millionth time, and finally Viktor could take no more. With a roar he jumped up, blaster rifle raised and aimed at Jak with his orange rat running from the blast that should have killed him. He fired shot after shot at the running figure, which he could see clearly in his mind. Every blast should have brought down his master's killer, but did not. This only fueled Viktor's rage as he fired faster and faster with his rifle, destroying panes of glass instead of the blond "hero". Finally, Viktor slumped back down, and removed the standard issue goggles from his eyes, releasing a signal tear to the ground that had been trapped inside. He then took off his helmet, and slowly placed his goggles inside. He then stood up once again and threw them with all his might over the track wall. No longer will he be a faceless grunt, he will become the new face that will bring terror into the hearts of the guilty and innocent alike.
The party at "The Naughty Ottsel" had finally ended, and Daxter was personally thanking everyone who left the club, and inviting some of the more attractive to become return customers. "Heeeeey baby! Leaving so soooon? That's a shame... you know why don't you stop by sometime, I'll make sure you get my –wink- VIP discount." Jak was sitting in a booth with Sig and Samos, going over again how Jak defeated the metal head leader, and Sig was lamenting not getting his crack at the great beast.
"See now if I was with you, which I should have been instead of letting your skinny butt get all the credit. This whole thing would have been a lot simpler!" Sig shouted "While you're there, botherin' that big metal behind and running around in circles like a little nancy, I sit back at the entrance and BAM!" Sig jumped on the table, Peacemaker drawn and pointed right in Jak's face, "We'd have instant fried metal head to last us a lifetime."
"Well Sid it wasn't that easy, there were other metal heads besides the big one in there, and even my Peacemaker didn't do much damage to Kor." Jak took out his morph gun with the peacemaker attachment and showed it to Sig.
"Now what is this? You think you can kill baddies with this little toy. It's like a Peacemaker Junior! No wonder this thing did no good!" Sig was rambling, shouting about the cheapness of Krew and how he had to do all the work around the club. Samos leaned close to Jak, "While our friend there is letting off some steam there is some important matters to discuss with you. With Baron Praxis out of the way of the Undergrounds operations, we now have the chance to better learn about Mar and how he affected everything that has transpired lately. The metal head leader would not have mentioned him so prominently unless Mar had some impact on your life!"
"But why can't we talk about this now?" Jak was slightly puzzled, since the city was purged of the Baron and Erol, who would be a threat to the Underground's operations now?
"I have recently been sensing something strange built up in the city. One would think after such a glorious victory as this, but there seems to be a great hostile force lurking, and I fear it has only grown stronger with ever passing moment." Samos looked around him to make sure no one was listening to what he had to say, "Meet me in the tomb of Mar tomorrow, and I will tell you what is needed to be known. You... don't have to bring Daxter if you don't want to." Jak smiled, knowing that his mentor for many years hadn't grown to serious over time. Of course he would bring Daxter to the meeting, Daxter had just the right to know as he did, and if he tried to leave without the little rodent, Daxter would surely track him down and make a large scene, ruining any chance of secrecy Jak and Samos had.
Jak had slept that night in Daxter's new club. Daxter insisted they stayed to protect his new digs from "Jealous club owners he will be taking business from" The entire night went without incident, and the Ottsel's snoring would have scared off anyone near the building. Both friends woke up early that morning, and got ready to travel to Mar's Tomb. "You know if we get there even ONE second later then old log-for-brains, he'll make us sweep the Underground headquarters for a month!" Daxter shouted, as he hopped onto Jak's shoulder ready to leave.
"I am just going to call Ashelin, if Samos is right about a threat in the city, he should not be traveling alone, she'll use some of her new Krimson Guard to escort him." Daxter shrugged, in his mind, that old coot should get roughed up for all the suffering he put him through. Jak used his communicator and set up the escort with Ashelin, who was more then willing to help out a friend.
Jak jumped on the zoomer bike parked outside the club, and flew off in the direction of Mar's tomb. Neither Jak, nor Daxter had owned a zoomer in their time at Haven City. They had just gotten so used to "borrowing" any nearby zoomer and running it into the ground it have become a habit. Jak was slightly surprised at the number of people walking about the city, as well as the zoomer traffic. He then realized this was normal for Haven City. Sometimes it seemed no one slept at all. Jak reached the entrance of Mar's Tomb and shifted his zoomer bike into reverse, backing away from the entrance. Once he had judged the distance correctly, he hit the accelerator and held on. Daxter clung to Jak's head as they flew directly at the large metal door, watching it grow closer and closer. Jak then jumped off the bike moments before it smashed into the wall exploding in a ball of flame. Jak and Daxter landed on the ground completely unhurt, and smirked as charred wreckage fell around them. Destroying zoomers was one of the brighter points in the pair's stay at Haven City.
Viktor paced back and forth in the racer's entrance hallway of the Stadium. Brushing broken glass aside with his foot he paced to await news on the development of his plan across the city. Everything had to go off without a hitch or else all would be lost. A Krimson Guard grunt approached Viktor and performed a ridged salute. "Sir, our men are in position and are waiting for the target to make a move." Viktor continued to pace, his hand rubbing his chin, looking downward at the broken glass on the hard metal floor. "Good... Only when he starts to move quickly should you eliminate him. We can then use the excuse to any public nearby that he was resisting arrest." "Yes Sir!" The Krimson grunt saluted again and marched off, opening his communicator and sending the news to the units already in position. Viktor still stared at the broken glass, and muttered, "If this doesn't go to plan, there sure will be hell to pay."
Jak and Daxter stood outside the entrance to Mar's Tomb for over two hours, waiting for Samos to arrive, but there was still no sign of the old sage. Ashelin had just been on the communicator with him, telling Jak that Samos was on his way, but regrettably she could not accompany the escort, as there were pressing matters in the city to attend to. Jak knew something wasn't right. Before he thought the old sage was growing senile, but now he could sense something as well. He had to get out of there, Jak unbuckled the jet board from his back and lifted the two sliding mechanisms on the sides, expanding the board to its full length. The electricity from the base of the board snapped and crackled as he jumped on and started boarding off to the Underground hideout, he knew he had to make it there in time.
One of Viktor's defected Krimson guards was parked in his hellcat, waiting to attack his target, when his communicator picked up the transmission he was waiting for. "Target is on the move! Open Fire! Open Fire!"
Ahhh I love cliffhangers... they make me feel so... evil hehehe please review and help me think up other ways to take this story, or just to brighten my day