Baz: Get the net, Jest you dumbass!
Jest ran up to the huge creature, which reared to its hind legs and slashed viciously at him with its wounded paw. An enraged roar echoed throughout the area, and Sig's heart thumped almost painfully fast in his chest. The beast roared again, but only to whine pitifully when a large electrope (electrocuted ropes) net snared it. The beast wailed as bolts of electricity shot through its system, and finally crashed the ground with a mournful howl of pain and defeat.
Sig: No....
Baz: YES! WE GOT HIM!
Jest: Yay!
Baz: All right, boys bag him up! We'll leave the beheading to Sig turns around and suddenly notices Sig watching them from behind Hey! It's Sig!
Jest: You missed some serious fun, buddy!
Sig: mouthes speechlessly staring at the limp Hura-Lycan.
Baz: pouting Yeah we know. Krew's got all the information wrong about this Hinky-Lycan – it ain't that tough at all! We beat it without you!
Sig: I-I-I.....
Baz: Say no more, Siggy. We're gonna finish off this brute tomorrow; I'm busted already. C'mon guys! We've got to celebrate!
The rest of the Wastelanders began to tie the Hura-Lycan up more securely, lashing up its sides and clamping its mouth shut with a large iron muzzle. Sig stared helplessly at it, eyes glued on its half-opened ones. A pale glimmer of white still shone under its partly closed eyelids – and for some reason, Sig was sure they were looking straight at him.
Sig's let out a sharp gasp. He knew those eyes.
Baz: Slaps Sig's shoulder, startling him C'mon man! Let's go get some more to drink!
Jest: Pulling Sig away from the Hura-Lycan Too bad you missed out a lot, Sig! This has got to be the greatest catch we've ever got!
Sig: Looks helplessly at the Hura-Lycan Err...yeah, right. Great job guys.
Baz: You said it, buddy! Now let's get em drinks!
Later on that night, after Baz and the gang got horribly drunk and fell soundly asleep, Sig crept out of his tent and made his way out to the small clearing where the Hura-Lycan was being helplessly strapped. He came upon it, stomach cringing like mad, and approached it slowly.
The poor creature was asleep, undoubtably exhausted from the fight with the Wastelanders. Its sides rose slowly up and down against the the tight electropes that bound it, its quiet though labored breathing soft in the chilly night wind. Hesitantly, Sig laid a hand onto its metal-armoured shoulder. He shut his eyes, heart flooded with guilt and regret.
Sig: I'm so sorry....I never thought they'd actually find you....god, I feel like shit inside....
He looked down to the Hura-Lycan's face and gasped when he realized that both its eyes were opened. They blinked feebly at him, but there was a look in its eyes that made it look like as if it were straining to recognize Sig's face.
Suddenly they widened and the Hura-Lycan gave a sharp yelp. Sig cringed; it was loud enough to awaken the Wastelanders.
Sig: Shhhhh!!! Look, don't struggle, ok? Just hold on and-
But before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly realized that metal- armour on the Hura-Lycan's shoulder was fading away, leaving human skin behind. Sig froze as the Hura-Lycan demorphed back into a human in front of him. Last to transform was the face, which slowly morphed into a face that made Sig's heart skip a frantic beat.....
Sig: P-p-proteus??
Proteus looked up and met Sig's petrified gaze through feverish blue eyes. He had dark rings under his eyes, which was one thing that surprised Sig very much. Proteus wasn't the kind of person to look like this, and that solemn-sort of starved look on his face made Sig feel paralyzed with shock inside. His body looked thin and wasted, and looked scarred in many places. He had grown more muscular though, but that didn't exclude the fact that he was ribbing and slack looking....
Sig was so paralyzed, he didn't know what to say until Proteus hoarsely called out to him:
Proteus: (Feebly) Sig? Is that really you?
Sig: Oh by the Precursors...Proteus.....
Proteus: (slowly, never breaking eye contact) Why did you go, Sig? Why didn't you come back??
Sig: I-I-I.....
Proteus: The Sentinels looked for you, but they never found you. They gave up, Vorador gave up....only me and Fenris still believed you were alive....
Sig couldn't stand it anymore, he took hold of the electropes and began cutting them frantically with his pocket knife. The electropes gave him a bit of a shock, he was was just too worried about Proteus to worry about himself.
Sig: (Taking Proteus' hand and pulling him up) Look, I don't have time to explain. You just get out of here. Now. Before the Wastelanders wake up-
Proteus: (Shocked) Wastelanders? Sig-you-you aren't one of them, are you?
Sig: I-I-I-
Proteus: Is that why you never came back?
Sig: Look, Pro. This is a dangerous time to talk. You have to get out of here- before they wake-
Suddenly sounds came from behind them, and both Metamorphagans froze. They heard a loud swearing from a frustrated Baz and some more from the other Wastelanders. Proteus gave a low moan and fell to his knees, out of Sig's grasp. Sig grabbed him before he fell, and almost immediately warm blood stained his fingers. Proteus was badly wounded; he could never run back to the Metamorphagan City like this. And Sig knew it'd be dangerous for him if he were discovered by the Wastelanders...they'd wonder where the Hura-Lycan had gone, and they had been warned by Krew that Hura-Lycans can turn into humans. Proteus's life was on the line. He needed to get to the Metamorphagan City now.
Sig sighed. He had no choice. He had to go back to the City.
Though the thought scared the hell out of him, he knew he had no choice. So without second thought, he grabbed hold of Proteus and hoisted him over his broad shoulder and streaked off.
Obviously his attempt to escape wasn't a quiet one. Soon enough he heard shouts from the enraged Wastelanders, who had undoubtably found out that the Hura-Lycan was missing. To make matters even worse, they noticed that he had gone as well.
Feeling a jolt of panic, Sig surged faster than he ever in his life, but Proteus gave a sharp yelp of pain and Sig knew that his frantic pace was hurting his injurd friend. He was forced to slow down, and in no time at all, he could hear Baz catching up to him from behind-
Baz: Hey! Hey! Sig! GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER HERE!
Sig: Oh no....
He quickened his pace, eyes fratically looking around for a place to hide. There was nothing but sandy hills and bits of desert grass-and Sig was so desperate for a hiding place that he failed to spot the stone sticking out of the ground in front of him. His foot got caught in it and, with a loud scream of shock, fell forwards to the ground with a sharp and bruising crash. Proteus flew off his shoulder and crashed painfully some feet away from Sig. Sig quickly wiped the water and dust out of his eyes and stared at Proteus. His friend was limp and unmoving. Sig froze.
Sig: NO!
But before he could get up to his feet, Baz and the Wastelanders were upon him, their guns readied in their hands. Sig looked up to their displeased and surprised looking faces. He didn't like the way they held their guns either.
Baz: Siggy? Man, what's up with you? You ran off and the Hura-Lycan went missing; obviously you've got to do something about this....
Sig ignored him and got up to his feet quickly and bent over Proteus's limp figure. He breathed hard and frantically, praying that Proteus was still alive. But he didn't have enough time to see- because he noticed that Baz's red gun-laser was pointing directly at his heart.
Baz: (Suspiciously) Wait a minute....that's a guy you've got there...and it ain;t no Wastelander...
His eyes widened suddenly with realization, and Sig felt fear get stuck in his throat.
Baz: Shit no....Krew was right about that Metalhead! That guy's a Hura-Lycan!
The Wastelanders looked slightly confused, but they weren;t keen on disobeying their leader. They didn't seem to like the looks of Proteus either.
Baz: And why are you protecting him, Sig? You know this guy? This Metalhead brute? That is...unless there's something else about you that we don't know.....
Sig: Baz....look....I can explain....just don't kill him...
Baz: Oh, I won't kill him all right. I'll kill you both.
Sig: What?
Baz: If my guess is correct, Sig, then they're no doubt about it. (Sinisterly) Humph...imagine how much Krew will pay me if I bagged him up two Hura-Lycans. Sure you guys are human- but there's always the Moon. We'll just have to see if it happens even if we killed you.....
Sig froze and shook his head. He was totally blank.
Sig: You can't....
Baz: Oh, I can...and I will. Besides, rewards are a temptation.....
Sig: I'm a Wastelander, Baz! We're buddies!
Baz: I don't make friends with Metalheads – especially the ones I'm paid to hunt and kill. Krew would be so upset...he'd probably cry when he realizes that his star hunter was killed! No matter – a whole load of money never fails to cheer him up.....
Sig: You can't do this....you're murdering!
Baz: (Snorts) Do you think I give a damn, boy? You're so inexperienced – being a Wastelander isn't all about the big hunts and guns, Sig. It's about being what you're meant to be- a hunter. A murderer. So hold still. Animals like you don't deserve a dignified death.....
Sig didn't know what to do. He shook with fear and anger, but he felt totally helpless inside. But then suddenly a new feeling surged up from within him, flooding his veins with tantalizing ferocity. He shuddered, and realized that his Moonsapphire was shining even more brightly than it ever did in his life..
The Moon.
Sig looked up to the moon, and almost immediately his eyes were blinded by a shining white brilliance. The same familiar transformation pain shocked his system hyperdrive, and an involuntary shriek burst from his lips. He could feel his ribs widening, liquid metal rushing and gushing out of his skin to form metal plates. He felt himself get bigger and his vision turned bright and blurry-like looking through a furious haze of white and black. His mouth lengthened and fangs formed inside his jaw- and then finally the Skull Gem formed gruesomely on his newly formed, beastly head.....
He heard shocked gasps, guns being dropped and a terrified scream from Baz. Sig howled loudly to the Moon, feeling new and untamed inside. He fixed his merciless eyes to the Wastelanders in front of him. He could hear their frantic heartbeats and the rush of blood in their veins. He smelt their fear-distinct and sharp-distasteful. In a wild frenzy he lunged and clamped his vicious fangs around the nearest throat. A pathetic scream-then blood, wonderful blood- rushed down his throat. He could've roared with ecstacy- this is good. So good.
He massacred the rest of the Wastelanders, ripping apart their worthless limbs and tearing at their ruined and stupid bodies. Their guns lay scattered all over the place, useless things before a furious and devastatingly hungry Hura-Lycan. He scanned the area, looking-craving for more blood to shed. Then his eyes focused on the running figure of Baz- his so-called friend- as he tried desperately to get away. Sig could hear his paniced breathing and was disgusted at his cowardice. He bolted after the bastard and came upon him in a single great bound.
Baz let out a terrified scream, but fell silent with fear as the huge Hura- Lycan pinned him helplessly to the ground with its huge clawed paws. He met Sig's burning gaze, filled with an inner fire and hate. The Hura-Lycan's jaw opened widely and roared deafeningly in his face. Fangs like knives caved over his head, threatening to sink into his skull any second....
Baz: No....nooo....nooo...please.....
Sig growled at him. His jaws parted in speech. A metallic voice rang out from those monsterous jaws, filled with rage and hunger.
Sig: Thanks for nothing, Baz.
And with that, Baz knew no more.
CHAPTER II: 'Homeward.'
Sig had journeyed very far from his usual Wastelander hunting grounds with an unconcious Proteus over his shoulder. His mouth still tasted unpleasantly of Baz's blood, and he swore that he could taste a hint of brain. He felt sore and ached, mostly because he had fought a little too wildly in his Hura-Lycan state. But inside, he felt more alive than he ever did in his whole life. Somehow, he felt whole inside. He felt complete and in a way happy. It had been ages since he ever did anything like that. It felt good, livening- spiritually and physically.
Still, he wasn't really sure whether he should accept that dishonourable beast inside him. It has saved his, and Proteus's lives. He didn't know what to decide yet, on being a more worried about Proteus. He was relieved to find that his beloved friend was still alive and breathing- though badly knocked out.
As Sig trudged through the Wastelands, memories of that horrible night came back to him. He could imagine a little green-eyed five year old child running around with a battered old teddy bear in this barren world of the desert. He could feel the child's fear, his longing for home—and then his anger and self-hatred when he found out that he was a Metalhead. It was a disgrace to hear that he was related to those beasts that had killed his father. Sig knew he could never keep such a terrible trauma—but then again, it was this trauma that had saved his life. Talk about ironic.
Sig scanned the wide-spread desert and searched for his bearings. Now that the Hura-Lycan inside him is more active than Sig usually let it, he knew exactly where the Metamorphagan City was. It was a sort of strange instinct thing. Eventually he came to an area of hills and huge rocky moulds. Yes, he though. The Southern Gates are in that direction.
Soon enough, he easily found the secret entrance of the Metamorphagan City. The smell of the huge sand-coloured iron gate was welcoming to him. Memories came flooding back. Sig relished in the warmth of it all. Now his only problem was trying to get it to open.
.......................................................................................................... OK! Almost done-! Just bear with me alittle longer and- SHIT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Gets helplessly mauled by thousands of Hura- Lycans.
DOZ: HAH! Bear with me my foot!
Jak-Daxter: Here we go again......Hitches up a super-loaded Peacemaker and runs in to save Thraxenel.
Jest ran up to the huge creature, which reared to its hind legs and slashed viciously at him with its wounded paw. An enraged roar echoed throughout the area, and Sig's heart thumped almost painfully fast in his chest. The beast roared again, but only to whine pitifully when a large electrope (electrocuted ropes) net snared it. The beast wailed as bolts of electricity shot through its system, and finally crashed the ground with a mournful howl of pain and defeat.
Sig: No....
Baz: YES! WE GOT HIM!
Jest: Yay!
Baz: All right, boys bag him up! We'll leave the beheading to Sig turns around and suddenly notices Sig watching them from behind Hey! It's Sig!
Jest: You missed some serious fun, buddy!
Sig: mouthes speechlessly staring at the limp Hura-Lycan.
Baz: pouting Yeah we know. Krew's got all the information wrong about this Hinky-Lycan – it ain't that tough at all! We beat it without you!
Sig: I-I-I.....
Baz: Say no more, Siggy. We're gonna finish off this brute tomorrow; I'm busted already. C'mon guys! We've got to celebrate!
The rest of the Wastelanders began to tie the Hura-Lycan up more securely, lashing up its sides and clamping its mouth shut with a large iron muzzle. Sig stared helplessly at it, eyes glued on its half-opened ones. A pale glimmer of white still shone under its partly closed eyelids – and for some reason, Sig was sure they were looking straight at him.
Sig's let out a sharp gasp. He knew those eyes.
Baz: Slaps Sig's shoulder, startling him C'mon man! Let's go get some more to drink!
Jest: Pulling Sig away from the Hura-Lycan Too bad you missed out a lot, Sig! This has got to be the greatest catch we've ever got!
Sig: Looks helplessly at the Hura-Lycan Err...yeah, right. Great job guys.
Baz: You said it, buddy! Now let's get em drinks!
Later on that night, after Baz and the gang got horribly drunk and fell soundly asleep, Sig crept out of his tent and made his way out to the small clearing where the Hura-Lycan was being helplessly strapped. He came upon it, stomach cringing like mad, and approached it slowly.
The poor creature was asleep, undoubtably exhausted from the fight with the Wastelanders. Its sides rose slowly up and down against the the tight electropes that bound it, its quiet though labored breathing soft in the chilly night wind. Hesitantly, Sig laid a hand onto its metal-armoured shoulder. He shut his eyes, heart flooded with guilt and regret.
Sig: I'm so sorry....I never thought they'd actually find you....god, I feel like shit inside....
He looked down to the Hura-Lycan's face and gasped when he realized that both its eyes were opened. They blinked feebly at him, but there was a look in its eyes that made it look like as if it were straining to recognize Sig's face.
Suddenly they widened and the Hura-Lycan gave a sharp yelp. Sig cringed; it was loud enough to awaken the Wastelanders.
Sig: Shhhhh!!! Look, don't struggle, ok? Just hold on and-
But before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly realized that metal- armour on the Hura-Lycan's shoulder was fading away, leaving human skin behind. Sig froze as the Hura-Lycan demorphed back into a human in front of him. Last to transform was the face, which slowly morphed into a face that made Sig's heart skip a frantic beat.....
Sig: P-p-proteus??
Proteus looked up and met Sig's petrified gaze through feverish blue eyes. He had dark rings under his eyes, which was one thing that surprised Sig very much. Proteus wasn't the kind of person to look like this, and that solemn-sort of starved look on his face made Sig feel paralyzed with shock inside. His body looked thin and wasted, and looked scarred in many places. He had grown more muscular though, but that didn't exclude the fact that he was ribbing and slack looking....
Sig was so paralyzed, he didn't know what to say until Proteus hoarsely called out to him:
Proteus: (Feebly) Sig? Is that really you?
Sig: Oh by the Precursors...Proteus.....
Proteus: (slowly, never breaking eye contact) Why did you go, Sig? Why didn't you come back??
Sig: I-I-I.....
Proteus: The Sentinels looked for you, but they never found you. They gave up, Vorador gave up....only me and Fenris still believed you were alive....
Sig couldn't stand it anymore, he took hold of the electropes and began cutting them frantically with his pocket knife. The electropes gave him a bit of a shock, he was was just too worried about Proteus to worry about himself.
Sig: (Taking Proteus' hand and pulling him up) Look, I don't have time to explain. You just get out of here. Now. Before the Wastelanders wake up-
Proteus: (Shocked) Wastelanders? Sig-you-you aren't one of them, are you?
Sig: I-I-I-
Proteus: Is that why you never came back?
Sig: Look, Pro. This is a dangerous time to talk. You have to get out of here- before they wake-
Suddenly sounds came from behind them, and both Metamorphagans froze. They heard a loud swearing from a frustrated Baz and some more from the other Wastelanders. Proteus gave a low moan and fell to his knees, out of Sig's grasp. Sig grabbed him before he fell, and almost immediately warm blood stained his fingers. Proteus was badly wounded; he could never run back to the Metamorphagan City like this. And Sig knew it'd be dangerous for him if he were discovered by the Wastelanders...they'd wonder where the Hura-Lycan had gone, and they had been warned by Krew that Hura-Lycans can turn into humans. Proteus's life was on the line. He needed to get to the Metamorphagan City now.
Sig sighed. He had no choice. He had to go back to the City.
Though the thought scared the hell out of him, he knew he had no choice. So without second thought, he grabbed hold of Proteus and hoisted him over his broad shoulder and streaked off.
Obviously his attempt to escape wasn't a quiet one. Soon enough he heard shouts from the enraged Wastelanders, who had undoubtably found out that the Hura-Lycan was missing. To make matters even worse, they noticed that he had gone as well.
Feeling a jolt of panic, Sig surged faster than he ever in his life, but Proteus gave a sharp yelp of pain and Sig knew that his frantic pace was hurting his injurd friend. He was forced to slow down, and in no time at all, he could hear Baz catching up to him from behind-
Baz: Hey! Hey! Sig! GET YOUR ASS BACK OVER HERE!
Sig: Oh no....
He quickened his pace, eyes fratically looking around for a place to hide. There was nothing but sandy hills and bits of desert grass-and Sig was so desperate for a hiding place that he failed to spot the stone sticking out of the ground in front of him. His foot got caught in it and, with a loud scream of shock, fell forwards to the ground with a sharp and bruising crash. Proteus flew off his shoulder and crashed painfully some feet away from Sig. Sig quickly wiped the water and dust out of his eyes and stared at Proteus. His friend was limp and unmoving. Sig froze.
Sig: NO!
But before he could get up to his feet, Baz and the Wastelanders were upon him, their guns readied in their hands. Sig looked up to their displeased and surprised looking faces. He didn't like the way they held their guns either.
Baz: Siggy? Man, what's up with you? You ran off and the Hura-Lycan went missing; obviously you've got to do something about this....
Sig ignored him and got up to his feet quickly and bent over Proteus's limp figure. He breathed hard and frantically, praying that Proteus was still alive. But he didn't have enough time to see- because he noticed that Baz's red gun-laser was pointing directly at his heart.
Baz: (Suspiciously) Wait a minute....that's a guy you've got there...and it ain;t no Wastelander...
His eyes widened suddenly with realization, and Sig felt fear get stuck in his throat.
Baz: Shit no....Krew was right about that Metalhead! That guy's a Hura-Lycan!
The Wastelanders looked slightly confused, but they weren;t keen on disobeying their leader. They didn't seem to like the looks of Proteus either.
Baz: And why are you protecting him, Sig? You know this guy? This Metalhead brute? That is...unless there's something else about you that we don't know.....
Sig: Baz....look....I can explain....just don't kill him...
Baz: Oh, I won't kill him all right. I'll kill you both.
Sig: What?
Baz: If my guess is correct, Sig, then they're no doubt about it. (Sinisterly) Humph...imagine how much Krew will pay me if I bagged him up two Hura-Lycans. Sure you guys are human- but there's always the Moon. We'll just have to see if it happens even if we killed you.....
Sig froze and shook his head. He was totally blank.
Sig: You can't....
Baz: Oh, I can...and I will. Besides, rewards are a temptation.....
Sig: I'm a Wastelander, Baz! We're buddies!
Baz: I don't make friends with Metalheads – especially the ones I'm paid to hunt and kill. Krew would be so upset...he'd probably cry when he realizes that his star hunter was killed! No matter – a whole load of money never fails to cheer him up.....
Sig: You can't do this....you're murdering!
Baz: (Snorts) Do you think I give a damn, boy? You're so inexperienced – being a Wastelander isn't all about the big hunts and guns, Sig. It's about being what you're meant to be- a hunter. A murderer. So hold still. Animals like you don't deserve a dignified death.....
Sig didn't know what to do. He shook with fear and anger, but he felt totally helpless inside. But then suddenly a new feeling surged up from within him, flooding his veins with tantalizing ferocity. He shuddered, and realized that his Moonsapphire was shining even more brightly than it ever did in his life..
The Moon.
Sig looked up to the moon, and almost immediately his eyes were blinded by a shining white brilliance. The same familiar transformation pain shocked his system hyperdrive, and an involuntary shriek burst from his lips. He could feel his ribs widening, liquid metal rushing and gushing out of his skin to form metal plates. He felt himself get bigger and his vision turned bright and blurry-like looking through a furious haze of white and black. His mouth lengthened and fangs formed inside his jaw- and then finally the Skull Gem formed gruesomely on his newly formed, beastly head.....
He heard shocked gasps, guns being dropped and a terrified scream from Baz. Sig howled loudly to the Moon, feeling new and untamed inside. He fixed his merciless eyes to the Wastelanders in front of him. He could hear their frantic heartbeats and the rush of blood in their veins. He smelt their fear-distinct and sharp-distasteful. In a wild frenzy he lunged and clamped his vicious fangs around the nearest throat. A pathetic scream-then blood, wonderful blood- rushed down his throat. He could've roared with ecstacy- this is good. So good.
He massacred the rest of the Wastelanders, ripping apart their worthless limbs and tearing at their ruined and stupid bodies. Their guns lay scattered all over the place, useless things before a furious and devastatingly hungry Hura-Lycan. He scanned the area, looking-craving for more blood to shed. Then his eyes focused on the running figure of Baz- his so-called friend- as he tried desperately to get away. Sig could hear his paniced breathing and was disgusted at his cowardice. He bolted after the bastard and came upon him in a single great bound.
Baz let out a terrified scream, but fell silent with fear as the huge Hura- Lycan pinned him helplessly to the ground with its huge clawed paws. He met Sig's burning gaze, filled with an inner fire and hate. The Hura-Lycan's jaw opened widely and roared deafeningly in his face. Fangs like knives caved over his head, threatening to sink into his skull any second....
Baz: No....nooo....nooo...please.....
Sig growled at him. His jaws parted in speech. A metallic voice rang out from those monsterous jaws, filled with rage and hunger.
Sig: Thanks for nothing, Baz.
And with that, Baz knew no more.
CHAPTER II: 'Homeward.'
Sig had journeyed very far from his usual Wastelander hunting grounds with an unconcious Proteus over his shoulder. His mouth still tasted unpleasantly of Baz's blood, and he swore that he could taste a hint of brain. He felt sore and ached, mostly because he had fought a little too wildly in his Hura-Lycan state. But inside, he felt more alive than he ever did in his whole life. Somehow, he felt whole inside. He felt complete and in a way happy. It had been ages since he ever did anything like that. It felt good, livening- spiritually and physically.
Still, he wasn't really sure whether he should accept that dishonourable beast inside him. It has saved his, and Proteus's lives. He didn't know what to decide yet, on being a more worried about Proteus. He was relieved to find that his beloved friend was still alive and breathing- though badly knocked out.
As Sig trudged through the Wastelands, memories of that horrible night came back to him. He could imagine a little green-eyed five year old child running around with a battered old teddy bear in this barren world of the desert. He could feel the child's fear, his longing for home—and then his anger and self-hatred when he found out that he was a Metalhead. It was a disgrace to hear that he was related to those beasts that had killed his father. Sig knew he could never keep such a terrible trauma—but then again, it was this trauma that had saved his life. Talk about ironic.
Sig scanned the wide-spread desert and searched for his bearings. Now that the Hura-Lycan inside him is more active than Sig usually let it, he knew exactly where the Metamorphagan City was. It was a sort of strange instinct thing. Eventually he came to an area of hills and huge rocky moulds. Yes, he though. The Southern Gates are in that direction.
Soon enough, he easily found the secret entrance of the Metamorphagan City. The smell of the huge sand-coloured iron gate was welcoming to him. Memories came flooding back. Sig relished in the warmth of it all. Now his only problem was trying to get it to open.
.......................................................................................................... OK! Almost done-! Just bear with me alittle longer and- SHIT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Gets helplessly mauled by thousands of Hura- Lycans.
DOZ: HAH! Bear with me my foot!
Jak-Daxter: Here we go again......Hitches up a super-loaded Peacemaker and runs in to save Thraxenel.