Work of Fanfiction
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"Okay Dax." Said Jak as they stood outside the fortress. "You're the expert on the city here. Where's Keira?"
"Uh, last time I checked, she was working in the stadium as a zoomer mechanic and living in the canals area. She's doing pretty well, so far as I know." He looked at Jak. "Why? Can't be without her for a second more?"
"I'd rather not," replied Jak, looking around at the slums. "So, which way?"
"We'll need to get some security passes to get into the Canal Zone."
"And the best way to get those?"
"Eh, for you, I'd say the black market."
"Right. What passes for money in this Precursor-forsaken place?"
"Coins, bills, and electronic money. Basic unit is the credit or cred."
"Right." Jak watched the street traffic, an old man with a strange beard catching his eye. A small child was running in front of the man, heading right towards Jak. A strange cross between a crocodile and a dog was hot on the boy's heels.
"Child, move more slowly! You know I can't keep up with you." The little boy ran up to Jak and started pulling on one of Jak's holsters. "I'm terribly sorry…oh, are you part of the resistance?"
"What are you talking about? I just busted out of jail."
"Into a larger one, young man. Could I perhaps help you?"
"Yes. I need credits to buy a pass to the Canal Zone."
"I fear I have no money on me, but perhaps if you worked for a somewhat shady man you could make that money quickly."
"Who is he?"
"His name is Krew. He lives in the Harbor Zone, past the Industrial Zone."
"And how do you suggest I get the money to enter those zones?"
"If you are a skilled fighter you could enter into the service of the resistance as a courier. They might have you deliver a package or two to Krew."
"Good. Where do I…"
"All citizens in this sector are under arrest for suspicion of harboring dangerous fugitives. Surrender and the death penalty might be waived." Guardsmen stalked down the street, cocked rifles at the ready.
Jak growled and loosened his pistols. "What do they want?"
"The boy!" said the old man in a panic, "He is very important! Help us!"
"Sounds good." Jak drew his pistols, hidden by the old man's body. "GET DOWN!" As the man dove to the ground, Jak leveled his pistols, firing. Yellow bolts caught the Guardsmen by surprise, blowing holes in their armor. The burly elves died under Jak's unexpected assault.
"Call for backupAGH!" Jak's blast blew a huge hole in that man's stomach. Some of the KG were finally bringing their weapons to bear. Jak dove out of the way as orange blasts blew craters in the wall he had been standing in front of. Stone chips pelted him as the debris kicked up from the KGer's shots spun through the air. One sharp piece nicked his cheek, drawing a line of blood. Jak jumped and kicked off the wall, an unexpected move. As the KG shot where he would've been if he had kept running, he mowed them down with murderously accurate pistol fire. As the final Guardsman trained his rifle on Jak, the teenaged elf blew out the armored elf's eye.
A large Zoomer engine made him look up. A huge transport had come overhead and was dropping troops. But it was the gun on the bottom of the transport that worried Jak. He trained both pistols on the laser aiming mechanism and blazed away. The yellow onslaught cracked the sight's lens, rendering it, and the gun, useless.
The troops leveled their guns at Jak and fired. He threw himself to the ground as the blasts flew over him, firing. He tucked and rolled as he landed, keeping his momentum and bowling into the line. He once again called on the Dark Eco in his body, throwing his pistols to the ground as he transformed.
It was over before it even started. Dark Jak's claws ripped through the KG's armor like it was water, rending the flesh beneath with contemptuous ease. That alone would have won the fight, what with Dark Jak healing all the damage that was thrown at him away. The Dark Eco lightning that burned straight through lines of the Guardsmen was simply icing on the cake. He even used the demonic horns growing out of his head, goring an elf and letting his blood run down over him before burning it, and the corpse, away in a blaze of Dark Eco fire.
As the KG transport retreated and the last Guardsman fell from Dark Jak's claws, the Dark Eco in Jak ran out, and he turned back into the Jak that had escaped from prison. He collected the pistols and holstered them, changing out their clips for fresh ones. "Now, as I was saying before we were interrupted, where do I find this resistance?"
"If you will escort us there, I shall take you myself."
"Lead on, old man."