In - incredible talent? ME?!? Are you sure you're talking to the right
girl? Aww, shucks, Quex. (blushes) I never thought it was that good. You
made my day. ^_^ Well, if you want to read some more of my creations,
Darkened Paths is on the next page of the site. The plot is my sister's
brainchild, but I actually wrote it out.
Vader: She managed to cudgel her brain into giving her some more ideas for that fic, so a new chapter will soon be forthcoming.
Necralis: (nods) Yassah. In the mean time, entertain yourself with this new chapter. No more school (read: purgatory) for me, so more time to write fics. Good news, neh? I thought so. Now. Let us continue this probably rather short tale of drama, tragedy, capture, escape and disappointment.
**D** yahs know teh drill by now - Naughty Dog own Jak II, which I finished for the second time today. (: P) Miala is mine. Oh.. I said stuff about her in the last Disclaimer, but I didn't put in the chappie. Whoops. (shrug) meh, she added an element of mystery. Dalium.. MINE! The whipcord actually belongs to Lucas Arts, I think.. Jango Fett uses it. And I think that's it. Short this time, neh? Neh. (nod)
~ -
When I Grow Up
Chapter 2
As Jak weaved through the crowd of pedestrians on his JET-board, his mind flew back to the conversation he'd had with Krew.
' "This bomb.. you say the blast was silver?"
"Yeah, really bright. It had a huge blast radius - bigger than a medium sized plasmite mine's."
Krew had turned away, looking pensive. "So.." he had muttered to himself. "He thinks he can harness dalium.."
Jak held up his hands. "OK, I'm sure this is all very revealing for you, but I still have no idea what the hell that thing was. I'm sure you're already hatching some scheme for a brand new mission, which probably involves blowing something or someone up. I'm not saying I don't like blowing things up, but a guy's gotta have some reason for doing so, otherwise people think he's a lunatic."
Krew turned back to him, looking suspicious. "It was a dalium bomb, I'm certain of it. One of the most powerful explosives.. but dangerous, very dangerous. Only takes a loud noise to set the things off.." '
Krew, naturally, had told him to check out what he said was a dalium mine on the fringe of Haven Forest. And, also naturally, had promised him a bonus if the Baron was in fact trying to manufacture dalium bombs and Jak managed to bring one back intact.
' " You shouldn't even need these explosives," the fat merchant had said, handing him a couple of surprisingly heavy cylinders. "But better to safe than sorry, ey?" '
Tess, being Tess, had immediately enquired as to the whereabouts of his orange fuzzy ball-and-chain. Jak had just shrugged and walked out the door. He didn't want to think about where Daxter was, because it made a stab of guilt go through his heart.
'He'll be okay,' he'd told himself. 'the little guy managed to look after himself for two years all alone on the streets of Haven City, he can do it again.'
Jak bared his teeth as he remembered how Daxter had even ended up alone. Looked after himself so well, he forgot about Jak. Two years.. two long years he had spent in the confines of the Fortress Prison.. arrested for no reason, tortured horribly, left for dead when the Baron's experiments failed.
But he would find a way to give the Baron a taste of his own medicine.. hopefully by ramming the bottle down his throat.
He looked around and jumped. He had reached the northwest gatelock without even realizing it.
'Switch to Decaf,' he said to himself, and slid a security pass into the lock. Green Clearance.. fitting for Haven Forest, one of the only green places left in this whole damn future.
This was probably the first time he'd been here.. the first time he'd done any mission without Daxter.
But he didn't realize his mistake until long after the gatelock door thumped shut behind him.
- * - * - * -
Meanwhile, Daxter was wishing he had not been so hasty. He had already been stepped on five times, and kicked six times.
'Stupid, fucking, inconsiderate bastard of a city,' he thought to himself.
"Hey, buddy, watch the clodhoppers!" he yelled at a man who had the oversight to stand on Daxter's long, twitching tail. The man looked around for whoever had yelled at him, and, seeing no one, shrugged and walked on.
"Oy, hard of hearing, I was TALKING to you!"
The man continued to ignore him.
"FINE!" Daxter stomped onwards, fuming at the man, but fuming at himself even more for being so hasty. Maybe he could go back and apologize and Jak would have cooled off a little about the whole nearly-getting-them-both- killed thing. Hell, it was worth a try, wasn't it?
'Oh, but Jak won't have cooled off,' said a snide little voice in his head. 'It's just him, you remember that time you fixed Keira's Zoomer so that it would only fly in reverse? Took him MONTHS to get over that.'
"A weasel can hope!" he said aloud, oblivious to the stares of passersby.
'But you're useless!' said the voice. 'When was the last time you saved his butt? HE'S always the one doing the butt-saving. He earns the money, he takes the risks. And what do you do? Sit around on his shoulder and complain.'
"I busted him out of prison! He would never have gotten out without my help."
'He could have, you know. He got himself out of the chair, because you were too lazy to bother to try and save him for two years. Those experiments.. everything he's gone through, it's your fault.'
"It is not," he whispered, but he was lying to himself and he knew it.
'You could never survive on your own. The only reason you tried to save him was because you knew you wouldn't live for much longer without him.'
"I could earn my own money."
The little voice sniggered. 'Prove it.'
"I WILL!" Daxter looked up and grabbed hold of the tail fin of a passing Zoomer, hitching a ride so the owner wouldn't notice.
'You DO realize you've been arguing with a voice in your head.' The little voice pointed out.
Daxter stood stock-still for a moment. 'You better figure something out soon,' he told himself. Quietly. So the voice wouldn't hear him. 'The isolation is having psychological effects.'
- * - * - * -
Jak stepped warily into the shade of the trees in Haven Forest, gun at the ready. Despite the peacefulness of his surroundings, he had learned a long time ago that appearances could be deceptive. In spite of this, he always enjoyed missions in Haven Forest. It was soothing and reminded him of Sandover Village, or more specifically, the Forbidden Jungle nearby. Most had been afraid of the jungle, but Jak had liked it. No one would bother him there, and the Precursor temple had been one of the coolest places to explore.
The Giant Plant, he thought, and that reminded him to keep on his guard. There were few Metal Heads in Haven Forest, though. That was probably why it was still a forest, not a barren wasteland of scattered logs.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, he saw something sparkling bronze, through the trees. He slowly edged closer, then with on swift movement, ripped the branches aside and aimed his gun at -
Nothing. The bronze gleam appeared to have been a trick of the light. Sighing and lowering his gun, he turned away. He had a job to do - he shouldn't have let himself get distracted.
Completely without warning, something shot out of the bushes to his left, pinning his arms to his sides. He yelled and struggled, but the material was some kind of steel cord, incredibly strong and impossible to break without some kind of super strength.
Dark Jak, he thought to himself.. but the shock wouldn't allow him the concentration he needed to change. Daxter might have been able to undo the cord.. but he was back in Haven City, probably moping about Jak deserting him.
Then, adding to his amazement, someone rolled out of the bushes, came up to her knees and drew a bead on his head, all before he'd had time to blink.
"FREEZE!" she yelled. It was so KG, but she wasn't dressed like a KG. No armor, not even the insignias that Ashlin wore.
"What the - ? Who the fuck are YOU?" Jak demanded, before he remembered which end of the gun he was on.
He'd been caught. Captured by some girl armed with a peashooter of a gun, and there was nothing he could do about it.
'Man, this sucks,' he thought.
"You don't know? I know who YOU are. Drop your weapon," ordered the girl. He complied. She was staring at him like he was the greatest present she'd ever received. "You're Jak, aren't you?"
"Do you always begin your conversations this way?" Jak struggled again, but the whipcord refused to break or even loosen slightly.
Now that he could get a closer look at her, Jak realized she was young, maybe sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a dark green, tight-fitting shirt, white pants that came to her knees and tall, well fitting boots. Her hair was dull silver touched with green, cut short in bangs that ended just on her eye brows. Her eyes were also silver, but bright, and they glittered strangely in the light filtering from the trees. At first he thought she was wearing gloves, but she wasn't - her hands were tattooed in an intricate feather pattern that gave her the appearance of wearing a pair of feathery, fingerless gloves.
"Oh no, only for criminals. Did I do this right? Did I say all the right things? You ARE Jak, aren't you?"
Jak squinted his blue eyes at her. "Are - are you a Red Head? A Krimzon Guard?"
The girl's finger tightened on the trigger of her gun - one of the cheap, mass-produced handguns known as Pingers. They had roughly the stopping power of a badly thrown dust bunny, but this one had a strange attachment clipped to the barrel - that must fire the whipcord.
Weak the gun may have been - but a shot to the head at point-blank range would kill him as effectively as a sledgehammer to the brain.
The girl narrowed her strange silver eyes suspiciously. "I'm asking the questions here! Now, I asked once before, and I'll ask you once again, and this time I expect an answer. Are you Jak?"
Jak considered bowing mockingly, but he'd probably fall on his face. He saw no point in lying - his face was plastered across the city. "The one and only."
The girl punched the air and danced around with every appearance of utter delight. She was obviously not a KG - those guys didn't like to show emotion. Especially not joy. "Alright! I'll show that pompous bastard, he never managed to catch you even though he's been trying for MONTHS! And I did it the first time I met you! Oh.." she remembered herself and pointed the gun at him again. "Don't move. I don't wanna have to shoot you."
This was getting stupid - Jak wanted to know what was going on. "OK, before we go any further, I want to know two things. One, who the hell are you? And two, why the heck have you tied me up?"
"I'm - a guard. Sort of. My name is Miala.. though I don't know why I'm telling you. You're a criminal. Don't the Guards arrest people any more?"
Jak couldn't resist prodding her slightly. "You're not a Krimzon Guard. You don't look like one, you don't sound like one, you don't act like one, and you're a girl."
She pouted. "So what if I am a girl? There are female Krimzon Guards."
Jak smirked. "I've only ever known one, and she only got there because of her connections. I'm not saying she's not a great Captain, but they never would have accepted her if she hadn't been Praxis's daughter."
She stared suspiciously at him. "You know a lot. If you must know, I want to be a guard. I wanna be the best ever and show that orange-haired bastard I can beat him any day of the week."
"You mean Erol?"
The silver-eyed girl looked at him. "You know him?"
Jak looked bitter. "We've met," he said shortly.
"Any way, you're the most wanted man in Haven, so if I captured you and delivered you to Praxis, I'd be able to finally become a guard. I did what no one else could.." Her voice petered out and her eyes became dreamy.
Jak stared at her incredulously. "Do you know the Baron's philosophy is on good men? I hate to hear what it is on good women. Even if you did manage to get me to the fortress without getting shot, I doubt he'd accept you."
Miala hesitated, and he knew he'd struck a nerve. Suddenly, her face hardened. "Prisoners keep their mouths shut if they know what's good for them," she snarled, then she searched him for weapons. She had no difficulty in finding his Morph Gun, as it was about as long as his arm and had been in his hand when he was tied up. His knife and the explosives Krew had given him soon disappeared into a pouch on her belt. Swiftly untying the cord, then just as quickly tying his hands behind his back, she started urging him forward with nudges from her gun.
"We're going back to the city, Outlaw," she said. Outlaw.. that was what the Krimzon Guards always called him. When they weren't calling him 'Eco- freak.'
Did she know about his Eco induced powers? It didn't look like it. Should he just use Dark Jak to make his escape? But the silver demon was uncontrollable.. as much as he'd decided he didn't like this girl, he didn't want her to end up dead. And the one thing Dark Jak was best at was getting people dead.
Should he tell her? Either she wouldn't believe him, or she'd watch him more closely..
'Bide your time,' he told himself.. he'd been doing that a lot lately.. must have been the absence of anyone else to talk to. 'you'll get your chance.'
All he could hope for was that he'd get it soon.
~ -
All done! (clapclapclap) Oh, I have a query. How do you get ff.net to show Italics in your fics? I use Microsoft Word, but I can't get them to show up. It's annoying, because I can't have dreams and tit bits. If someone could help me out, it would make me so much happier! And when I'm happy, I write more!
You may remember I said I was proud of the last chapter. This was because I did a fight scene without resorting to Dark Jak. And it was still pretty exciting! But don't you DJ fanses worry - I've been wanting to do a fight scene with him since I started writing. He's so cool.. the eyes, and the hair, and the fangs and the skin.. and the urge to kill anything that moves. Should make for fun fight scenes, I reckon. I'll do it soon.
Vader: we hope - and I mean REALLY hope - to get more voos this time around. I was quite frankly discouraged by the fact that after three days, our total was 1. Just 1. Fireblast, you are quite right.
Necralis: (points) what he said. If I could find some way to moniter the pageviews that my fic gets, I'll expect that number and no less. I only write this so people can read it.. and besides, if you voo, you can tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it! JUST WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?
Vader: I think she's done with her little rant. (a syringe retracts back into his cybernetic paw) now I don't have to use this thing. Dang. (pouts)
Necralis: (nod) indeed. So, this is Necralis, saying WHY THE HELL IS JAK SO SHORT? I mean look at him! You wander around in Haven and compare his height to other people's! EVEN THE FAT GUYS ARE TALLER THAN HE IS!!! WHY THE FUCK?!?
Sorry.
Ciao, peoples. Hope you enjoyed my chapter, and hope you bother to actually SHOW it. (nudge nudge, wink wink)
Vader: She managed to cudgel her brain into giving her some more ideas for that fic, so a new chapter will soon be forthcoming.
Necralis: (nods) Yassah. In the mean time, entertain yourself with this new chapter. No more school (read: purgatory) for me, so more time to write fics. Good news, neh? I thought so. Now. Let us continue this probably rather short tale of drama, tragedy, capture, escape and disappointment.
**D** yahs know teh drill by now - Naughty Dog own Jak II, which I finished for the second time today. (: P) Miala is mine. Oh.. I said stuff about her in the last Disclaimer, but I didn't put in the chappie. Whoops. (shrug) meh, she added an element of mystery. Dalium.. MINE! The whipcord actually belongs to Lucas Arts, I think.. Jango Fett uses it. And I think that's it. Short this time, neh? Neh. (nod)
~ -
When I Grow Up
Chapter 2
As Jak weaved through the crowd of pedestrians on his JET-board, his mind flew back to the conversation he'd had with Krew.
' "This bomb.. you say the blast was silver?"
"Yeah, really bright. It had a huge blast radius - bigger than a medium sized plasmite mine's."
Krew had turned away, looking pensive. "So.." he had muttered to himself. "He thinks he can harness dalium.."
Jak held up his hands. "OK, I'm sure this is all very revealing for you, but I still have no idea what the hell that thing was. I'm sure you're already hatching some scheme for a brand new mission, which probably involves blowing something or someone up. I'm not saying I don't like blowing things up, but a guy's gotta have some reason for doing so, otherwise people think he's a lunatic."
Krew turned back to him, looking suspicious. "It was a dalium bomb, I'm certain of it. One of the most powerful explosives.. but dangerous, very dangerous. Only takes a loud noise to set the things off.." '
Krew, naturally, had told him to check out what he said was a dalium mine on the fringe of Haven Forest. And, also naturally, had promised him a bonus if the Baron was in fact trying to manufacture dalium bombs and Jak managed to bring one back intact.
' " You shouldn't even need these explosives," the fat merchant had said, handing him a couple of surprisingly heavy cylinders. "But better to safe than sorry, ey?" '
Tess, being Tess, had immediately enquired as to the whereabouts of his orange fuzzy ball-and-chain. Jak had just shrugged and walked out the door. He didn't want to think about where Daxter was, because it made a stab of guilt go through his heart.
'He'll be okay,' he'd told himself. 'the little guy managed to look after himself for two years all alone on the streets of Haven City, he can do it again.'
Jak bared his teeth as he remembered how Daxter had even ended up alone. Looked after himself so well, he forgot about Jak. Two years.. two long years he had spent in the confines of the Fortress Prison.. arrested for no reason, tortured horribly, left for dead when the Baron's experiments failed.
But he would find a way to give the Baron a taste of his own medicine.. hopefully by ramming the bottle down his throat.
He looked around and jumped. He had reached the northwest gatelock without even realizing it.
'Switch to Decaf,' he said to himself, and slid a security pass into the lock. Green Clearance.. fitting for Haven Forest, one of the only green places left in this whole damn future.
This was probably the first time he'd been here.. the first time he'd done any mission without Daxter.
But he didn't realize his mistake until long after the gatelock door thumped shut behind him.
- * - * - * -
Meanwhile, Daxter was wishing he had not been so hasty. He had already been stepped on five times, and kicked six times.
'Stupid, fucking, inconsiderate bastard of a city,' he thought to himself.
"Hey, buddy, watch the clodhoppers!" he yelled at a man who had the oversight to stand on Daxter's long, twitching tail. The man looked around for whoever had yelled at him, and, seeing no one, shrugged and walked on.
"Oy, hard of hearing, I was TALKING to you!"
The man continued to ignore him.
"FINE!" Daxter stomped onwards, fuming at the man, but fuming at himself even more for being so hasty. Maybe he could go back and apologize and Jak would have cooled off a little about the whole nearly-getting-them-both- killed thing. Hell, it was worth a try, wasn't it?
'Oh, but Jak won't have cooled off,' said a snide little voice in his head. 'It's just him, you remember that time you fixed Keira's Zoomer so that it would only fly in reverse? Took him MONTHS to get over that.'
"A weasel can hope!" he said aloud, oblivious to the stares of passersby.
'But you're useless!' said the voice. 'When was the last time you saved his butt? HE'S always the one doing the butt-saving. He earns the money, he takes the risks. And what do you do? Sit around on his shoulder and complain.'
"I busted him out of prison! He would never have gotten out without my help."
'He could have, you know. He got himself out of the chair, because you were too lazy to bother to try and save him for two years. Those experiments.. everything he's gone through, it's your fault.'
"It is not," he whispered, but he was lying to himself and he knew it.
'You could never survive on your own. The only reason you tried to save him was because you knew you wouldn't live for much longer without him.'
"I could earn my own money."
The little voice sniggered. 'Prove it.'
"I WILL!" Daxter looked up and grabbed hold of the tail fin of a passing Zoomer, hitching a ride so the owner wouldn't notice.
'You DO realize you've been arguing with a voice in your head.' The little voice pointed out.
Daxter stood stock-still for a moment. 'You better figure something out soon,' he told himself. Quietly. So the voice wouldn't hear him. 'The isolation is having psychological effects.'
- * - * - * -
Jak stepped warily into the shade of the trees in Haven Forest, gun at the ready. Despite the peacefulness of his surroundings, he had learned a long time ago that appearances could be deceptive. In spite of this, he always enjoyed missions in Haven Forest. It was soothing and reminded him of Sandover Village, or more specifically, the Forbidden Jungle nearby. Most had been afraid of the jungle, but Jak had liked it. No one would bother him there, and the Precursor temple had been one of the coolest places to explore.
The Giant Plant, he thought, and that reminded him to keep on his guard. There were few Metal Heads in Haven Forest, though. That was probably why it was still a forest, not a barren wasteland of scattered logs.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, he saw something sparkling bronze, through the trees. He slowly edged closer, then with on swift movement, ripped the branches aside and aimed his gun at -
Nothing. The bronze gleam appeared to have been a trick of the light. Sighing and lowering his gun, he turned away. He had a job to do - he shouldn't have let himself get distracted.
Completely without warning, something shot out of the bushes to his left, pinning his arms to his sides. He yelled and struggled, but the material was some kind of steel cord, incredibly strong and impossible to break without some kind of super strength.
Dark Jak, he thought to himself.. but the shock wouldn't allow him the concentration he needed to change. Daxter might have been able to undo the cord.. but he was back in Haven City, probably moping about Jak deserting him.
Then, adding to his amazement, someone rolled out of the bushes, came up to her knees and drew a bead on his head, all before he'd had time to blink.
"FREEZE!" she yelled. It was so KG, but she wasn't dressed like a KG. No armor, not even the insignias that Ashlin wore.
"What the - ? Who the fuck are YOU?" Jak demanded, before he remembered which end of the gun he was on.
He'd been caught. Captured by some girl armed with a peashooter of a gun, and there was nothing he could do about it.
'Man, this sucks,' he thought.
"You don't know? I know who YOU are. Drop your weapon," ordered the girl. He complied. She was staring at him like he was the greatest present she'd ever received. "You're Jak, aren't you?"
"Do you always begin your conversations this way?" Jak struggled again, but the whipcord refused to break or even loosen slightly.
Now that he could get a closer look at her, Jak realized she was young, maybe sixteen or seventeen, dressed in a dark green, tight-fitting shirt, white pants that came to her knees and tall, well fitting boots. Her hair was dull silver touched with green, cut short in bangs that ended just on her eye brows. Her eyes were also silver, but bright, and they glittered strangely in the light filtering from the trees. At first he thought she was wearing gloves, but she wasn't - her hands were tattooed in an intricate feather pattern that gave her the appearance of wearing a pair of feathery, fingerless gloves.
"Oh no, only for criminals. Did I do this right? Did I say all the right things? You ARE Jak, aren't you?"
Jak squinted his blue eyes at her. "Are - are you a Red Head? A Krimzon Guard?"
The girl's finger tightened on the trigger of her gun - one of the cheap, mass-produced handguns known as Pingers. They had roughly the stopping power of a badly thrown dust bunny, but this one had a strange attachment clipped to the barrel - that must fire the whipcord.
Weak the gun may have been - but a shot to the head at point-blank range would kill him as effectively as a sledgehammer to the brain.
The girl narrowed her strange silver eyes suspiciously. "I'm asking the questions here! Now, I asked once before, and I'll ask you once again, and this time I expect an answer. Are you Jak?"
Jak considered bowing mockingly, but he'd probably fall on his face. He saw no point in lying - his face was plastered across the city. "The one and only."
The girl punched the air and danced around with every appearance of utter delight. She was obviously not a KG - those guys didn't like to show emotion. Especially not joy. "Alright! I'll show that pompous bastard, he never managed to catch you even though he's been trying for MONTHS! And I did it the first time I met you! Oh.." she remembered herself and pointed the gun at him again. "Don't move. I don't wanna have to shoot you."
This was getting stupid - Jak wanted to know what was going on. "OK, before we go any further, I want to know two things. One, who the hell are you? And two, why the heck have you tied me up?"
"I'm - a guard. Sort of. My name is Miala.. though I don't know why I'm telling you. You're a criminal. Don't the Guards arrest people any more?"
Jak couldn't resist prodding her slightly. "You're not a Krimzon Guard. You don't look like one, you don't sound like one, you don't act like one, and you're a girl."
She pouted. "So what if I am a girl? There are female Krimzon Guards."
Jak smirked. "I've only ever known one, and she only got there because of her connections. I'm not saying she's not a great Captain, but they never would have accepted her if she hadn't been Praxis's daughter."
She stared suspiciously at him. "You know a lot. If you must know, I want to be a guard. I wanna be the best ever and show that orange-haired bastard I can beat him any day of the week."
"You mean Erol?"
The silver-eyed girl looked at him. "You know him?"
Jak looked bitter. "We've met," he said shortly.
"Any way, you're the most wanted man in Haven, so if I captured you and delivered you to Praxis, I'd be able to finally become a guard. I did what no one else could.." Her voice petered out and her eyes became dreamy.
Jak stared at her incredulously. "Do you know the Baron's philosophy is on good men? I hate to hear what it is on good women. Even if you did manage to get me to the fortress without getting shot, I doubt he'd accept you."
Miala hesitated, and he knew he'd struck a nerve. Suddenly, her face hardened. "Prisoners keep their mouths shut if they know what's good for them," she snarled, then she searched him for weapons. She had no difficulty in finding his Morph Gun, as it was about as long as his arm and had been in his hand when he was tied up. His knife and the explosives Krew had given him soon disappeared into a pouch on her belt. Swiftly untying the cord, then just as quickly tying his hands behind his back, she started urging him forward with nudges from her gun.
"We're going back to the city, Outlaw," she said. Outlaw.. that was what the Krimzon Guards always called him. When they weren't calling him 'Eco- freak.'
Did she know about his Eco induced powers? It didn't look like it. Should he just use Dark Jak to make his escape? But the silver demon was uncontrollable.. as much as he'd decided he didn't like this girl, he didn't want her to end up dead. And the one thing Dark Jak was best at was getting people dead.
Should he tell her? Either she wouldn't believe him, or she'd watch him more closely..
'Bide your time,' he told himself.. he'd been doing that a lot lately.. must have been the absence of anyone else to talk to. 'you'll get your chance.'
All he could hope for was that he'd get it soon.
~ -
All done! (clapclapclap) Oh, I have a query. How do you get ff.net to show Italics in your fics? I use Microsoft Word, but I can't get them to show up. It's annoying, because I can't have dreams and tit bits. If someone could help me out, it would make me so much happier! And when I'm happy, I write more!
You may remember I said I was proud of the last chapter. This was because I did a fight scene without resorting to Dark Jak. And it was still pretty exciting! But don't you DJ fanses worry - I've been wanting to do a fight scene with him since I started writing. He's so cool.. the eyes, and the hair, and the fangs and the skin.. and the urge to kill anything that moves. Should make for fun fight scenes, I reckon. I'll do it soon.
Vader: we hope - and I mean REALLY hope - to get more voos this time around. I was quite frankly discouraged by the fact that after three days, our total was 1. Just 1. Fireblast, you are quite right.
Necralis: (points) what he said. If I could find some way to moniter the pageviews that my fic gets, I'll expect that number and no less. I only write this so people can read it.. and besides, if you voo, you can tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it! JUST WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?
Vader: I think she's done with her little rant. (a syringe retracts back into his cybernetic paw) now I don't have to use this thing. Dang. (pouts)
Necralis: (nod) indeed. So, this is Necralis, saying WHY THE HELL IS JAK SO SHORT? I mean look at him! You wander around in Haven and compare his height to other people's! EVEN THE FAT GUYS ARE TALLER THAN HE IS!!! WHY THE FUCK?!?
Sorry.
Ciao, peoples. Hope you enjoyed my chapter, and hope you bother to actually SHOW it. (nudge nudge, wink wink)