Ekobean: Sorry it has taken so long to do this. I have been on vacation in
Alabama this whole week! So anyway, bla bla bla. Here's chapter nine.
It was impossible to tell exactly how much time had passed since the events in the bug room. Jak could hear the few remaining members of the sections breathing heavily as they groped their way along the wall. There was absolutely no source of light, and it was impossible to tell where the tunnel was leading.
Jak had fired several Yellow Eco shots ahead for light, but no end could be seen.
Jak felt a pair of hands wrap around his arm. "Jak?" whispered Keira.
"Keira," he acknowledged.
"Do you have any idea where this leads?"
"None."
There was utter silence for the longest time. No one spoke for fear of alerting any unfriendly residents of the tunnel. The walls began to feel slimy with moss. Water could be heard dripping from cracks in the ceiling. "I don't like this," Daxter whispered.
Time rolled by. Perhaps hours had passed, and the company was weakening drastically. A small point of light was barely visible in the distance. It seemed no smaller or fainter than a pinhead yet, it was the only source of light, and the company was moving toward it.
Out of nowhere there was a light 'boom.' Dust fell from cracks in the ceiling. The 'booms' came again and again. It felt like they were coming from the direction of the point of light. "Come on!" Jak yelled back. The company groaned, but followed their leader as best they could manage. His pace was quick and light, and even Shady was having trouble keeping up with him. The point grew steadily larger, even as the sounds grew louder and more resounding. After an eternity the point became what appeared to be a doorway. Jak covered his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the rays of light rolling in from the chamber.
Jak looked down at the horror before him. He found himself standing in a window about twenty feet from the ground. It was part of a large chamber that may once have been place filled with riches. More and more people gathered behind Jak and looked down at the scene beneath them.
A lone figure, which happened to be Sig, was standing alone amidst hundreds of mangled corpses of allies. He was surrounded by Metal Head, who were taking turns attacking. Sig was badly injured. His normally shining armor was scratched and dented, an enormous gash bled freely on his arm, and his right ear tip hand been hacked clean off. He had obviously ran out of ammo a while ago and had resorted to using his Peace Maker as a club to keep the attackers at bay. But still he was fighting a losing battle. A snakelike Metal Head scuttled up behind him and tripped him with its tail. The others, roughly twenty five, charged in as well.
This was all that Jak could stand. Without the slightest warning he dropped down from the window, firing streams of Vulcan bullets into the backs of unsuspecting Metal Heads. The other elves followed his lead. In no time the air was again alive with Red Eco beams flying from barrels. The Metal Heads were bunched together, and were unable to form an affective defense. In no time at all every last one of them was slaughtered.
Shady ran to the crumpled for of Sig, carefully stepping around the pulped bodies of Metal Heads. She knelt down beside Sig and gently shook him. Jak and the rest of the company gathered around him. "Is he dead?" whispered Tess.
"Back up," Shady said, "give him some air."
Sig groaned slightly. A small stream of blood was trickling from the right corner of his mouth, his good eye was swollen and unfocused.
"Sig?" Jak whispered, "Sig, can you hear me."
Sig groaned again, and his eye began to focus on Jak's face. "'Bout time you cherries got here," he muttered.
"Sig, what happened?" Shady asked, shaking him more roughly.
"We were...oh...ambushed. The fucking Metal Heads came up behind us. Me and Mogg were at the front. We heard screams so we turned around. Those bastards were slaughtering everyone. We tried to amount a counter-attack, but the hallway was just too narrow. Before long it was just Mogg and me. They carried him off a little while before you came."
"Everyone's dead?" Keira whispered, horrified. Sig only managed to nod.
"Which way did the Metal Heads come from?"
Sig pointed to a passage to the right. "The way that we came. I'm guessing that Ashelin fell since we haven't been able to reach her."
"We have to keep moving," Jak said, "if the Metal Heads came from that way, then we'll have to go this way." There were two openings in the chamber, the way that Sig pointed to, and another to the left. Shady lifted Sig up, keeping him steady on her shoulder. "Let's move."
Flickering flames, casting ghostly shadows that danced along the rough sides of the hall, lighted the hallway. The hallway did not branch off into other doorways, but went in one straight line. Before long the company reached a large door. Hieroglyphs of what appeared to be Metal Heads being struck down by the sun were etched along its surface. As the company cautiously approached the door, there was a rumbling sound. Before their eyes the door lifted up into the ceiling by some unseen force.
"Come on," Jak commanded.
"Hold on, Jak," said Daxter. The Ottsel leaped out of Jak's satchel and scuttled quickly to the rest of the company who were still standing in the hallway. "I'm watching your back," said the Ottsel, pointing a finger at Jak. However, the moment Jak stepped into the room, the door closed with a sudden snap. There was no warning, it just ran down and closed him off from the rest of the company. Jak sprinted back to the door. He pushed on it and tried to even lift it, but it showed no sign of lifting. Jak pounded a frustrated fist on the stone door.
"Shit!" he whispered.
Jak surveyed his surroundings with what little light was provided. He found him self in a dark, cavernous room. The ceiling was hundreds of feet above him, and was held by massive pillars twenty feet in diameter. There was one long path before him with what appeared to have once been a red carpet rolled along it. Jak did not know what this place once may have been, but maybe it had been where Mar's death was mourned, and where services were held.
"Well, well; what have we here?" cooed a voice behind him. Jak spun around to face the owner. There, frail and bent, was Gol. "It seems I have you all to myself," he cackled, "you are pathetically predictable."
Ekobean: Sorry about the severe crappiness of this chapter. I rushed it to get it out and make up for lost ground. Sorry again. Anyway, as you may guess, the next chapter consists entirely of Gol getting the ever-loving snot beaten out of him by Dark Jak...or vice versa. You shall just have to wait and see!
It was impossible to tell exactly how much time had passed since the events in the bug room. Jak could hear the few remaining members of the sections breathing heavily as they groped their way along the wall. There was absolutely no source of light, and it was impossible to tell where the tunnel was leading.
Jak had fired several Yellow Eco shots ahead for light, but no end could be seen.
Jak felt a pair of hands wrap around his arm. "Jak?" whispered Keira.
"Keira," he acknowledged.
"Do you have any idea where this leads?"
"None."
There was utter silence for the longest time. No one spoke for fear of alerting any unfriendly residents of the tunnel. The walls began to feel slimy with moss. Water could be heard dripping from cracks in the ceiling. "I don't like this," Daxter whispered.
Time rolled by. Perhaps hours had passed, and the company was weakening drastically. A small point of light was barely visible in the distance. It seemed no smaller or fainter than a pinhead yet, it was the only source of light, and the company was moving toward it.
Out of nowhere there was a light 'boom.' Dust fell from cracks in the ceiling. The 'booms' came again and again. It felt like they were coming from the direction of the point of light. "Come on!" Jak yelled back. The company groaned, but followed their leader as best they could manage. His pace was quick and light, and even Shady was having trouble keeping up with him. The point grew steadily larger, even as the sounds grew louder and more resounding. After an eternity the point became what appeared to be a doorway. Jak covered his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the rays of light rolling in from the chamber.
Jak looked down at the horror before him. He found himself standing in a window about twenty feet from the ground. It was part of a large chamber that may once have been place filled with riches. More and more people gathered behind Jak and looked down at the scene beneath them.
A lone figure, which happened to be Sig, was standing alone amidst hundreds of mangled corpses of allies. He was surrounded by Metal Head, who were taking turns attacking. Sig was badly injured. His normally shining armor was scratched and dented, an enormous gash bled freely on his arm, and his right ear tip hand been hacked clean off. He had obviously ran out of ammo a while ago and had resorted to using his Peace Maker as a club to keep the attackers at bay. But still he was fighting a losing battle. A snakelike Metal Head scuttled up behind him and tripped him with its tail. The others, roughly twenty five, charged in as well.
This was all that Jak could stand. Without the slightest warning he dropped down from the window, firing streams of Vulcan bullets into the backs of unsuspecting Metal Heads. The other elves followed his lead. In no time the air was again alive with Red Eco beams flying from barrels. The Metal Heads were bunched together, and were unable to form an affective defense. In no time at all every last one of them was slaughtered.
Shady ran to the crumpled for of Sig, carefully stepping around the pulped bodies of Metal Heads. She knelt down beside Sig and gently shook him. Jak and the rest of the company gathered around him. "Is he dead?" whispered Tess.
"Back up," Shady said, "give him some air."
Sig groaned slightly. A small stream of blood was trickling from the right corner of his mouth, his good eye was swollen and unfocused.
"Sig?" Jak whispered, "Sig, can you hear me."
Sig groaned again, and his eye began to focus on Jak's face. "'Bout time you cherries got here," he muttered.
"Sig, what happened?" Shady asked, shaking him more roughly.
"We were...oh...ambushed. The fucking Metal Heads came up behind us. Me and Mogg were at the front. We heard screams so we turned around. Those bastards were slaughtering everyone. We tried to amount a counter-attack, but the hallway was just too narrow. Before long it was just Mogg and me. They carried him off a little while before you came."
"Everyone's dead?" Keira whispered, horrified. Sig only managed to nod.
"Which way did the Metal Heads come from?"
Sig pointed to a passage to the right. "The way that we came. I'm guessing that Ashelin fell since we haven't been able to reach her."
"We have to keep moving," Jak said, "if the Metal Heads came from that way, then we'll have to go this way." There were two openings in the chamber, the way that Sig pointed to, and another to the left. Shady lifted Sig up, keeping him steady on her shoulder. "Let's move."
Flickering flames, casting ghostly shadows that danced along the rough sides of the hall, lighted the hallway. The hallway did not branch off into other doorways, but went in one straight line. Before long the company reached a large door. Hieroglyphs of what appeared to be Metal Heads being struck down by the sun were etched along its surface. As the company cautiously approached the door, there was a rumbling sound. Before their eyes the door lifted up into the ceiling by some unseen force.
"Come on," Jak commanded.
"Hold on, Jak," said Daxter. The Ottsel leaped out of Jak's satchel and scuttled quickly to the rest of the company who were still standing in the hallway. "I'm watching your back," said the Ottsel, pointing a finger at Jak. However, the moment Jak stepped into the room, the door closed with a sudden snap. There was no warning, it just ran down and closed him off from the rest of the company. Jak sprinted back to the door. He pushed on it and tried to even lift it, but it showed no sign of lifting. Jak pounded a frustrated fist on the stone door.
"Shit!" he whispered.
Jak surveyed his surroundings with what little light was provided. He found him self in a dark, cavernous room. The ceiling was hundreds of feet above him, and was held by massive pillars twenty feet in diameter. There was one long path before him with what appeared to have once been a red carpet rolled along it. Jak did not know what this place once may have been, but maybe it had been where Mar's death was mourned, and where services were held.
"Well, well; what have we here?" cooed a voice behind him. Jak spun around to face the owner. There, frail and bent, was Gol. "It seems I have you all to myself," he cackled, "you are pathetically predictable."
Ekobean: Sorry about the severe crappiness of this chapter. I rushed it to get it out and make up for lost ground. Sorry again. Anyway, as you may guess, the next chapter consists entirely of Gol getting the ever-loving snot beaten out of him by Dark Jak...or vice versa. You shall just have to wait and see!