Sabulana- The Ruined Tower mission was meant to kill Jak and Daxter so that Torn wouldn't have to deal with him any more. Well, they lived, and Torn was a might disappointed I think. Anyway, thanks, and I'm sorry that it took so long for this chapter.
Krin- Thank you, and I'm glad you like it.
Jackman's-Girl- Yeah, 'injured' I really really wanted to put that in, but I couldn't figure out how to do it well, so I had to give it up. I was also quite fond of it in the game, but alas.
Kyrie Sanctus- Thank you, and If Jak fell down a bottomless pit in a fanfic then Torn would jump in after them, and they would land on top of a feather bed....well, you see where I'm going with this...
Disclaimer: I seem to have forgotten disclaimers on some of my chapters........yeah....so let's just pretend that in the first chapter I said that the disclaimer applied to all the following chapters, and just incase you missed it I'm going to repeat it here.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. This applies to all future chapters.
There, now everyone's happy. Especially me since I don't have to type a disclaimer anymore...not that I was doing it anyway. Ok, ok, before you kill me from the anticipation, here's the story. I'll keep my ramblings to the end of the chapters then.
The Pumping Station
I followed Daxter back through the city and to the 'base'. I suppose that's the only thing that I could call it. The base....not exactly beautiful, but it fits, and works for me. I mean it isn't like anyone else is ever going to hear me say it.
"Jak? Jak....? Jak are you listening to me!?"
I looked around, startled for a moment, and then relieved to find that it was only Daxter, and we were standing outside of the underground. I still hadn't figured out how the door worked. I don't know if I want to or not though. Instead of continuing in my confusing thoughts I decided to just answer Daxter. So, I nodded my head yes. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it's not like he would know that.
"Fine then, what did I just say?"
Damn.
"Ha, you weren't listening!"
Against my will something escaped my throat. It wasn't exactly a word. More of a sound if you want to get all technical, but it was something at least.
"Uh...."
"Jak, I said that all you have to do to go inside is to walk up to the door," the impatient ottsel said while tapping his foot on the grimy cement of the city. I don't see how he could ever feel clean while touching it.
I nodded, and stepped up close to the wall of metal that was obstructing our path. It slid open, along with the door behind it, and I entered the small hall that led to the 'war room', trailing my calloused fingers along the wall as I entered.
Now that I knew I would be able to stay for a little while at least, I decided to chance a look around before Torn looked up and saw me in the doorway. It was a small room with a lot crammed into it. On the back walls there were posters of the baron, and people who are, or were in the Krimzon Guard. A zoomer was hanging in a corner next to a ladder that I assumed led up to the upper stories, if there were any. A bunk bed was lining the wall on either side of the door when you first stepped out into the space of the room. There wasn't much else besides the 'war table' that was filled with maps and papers, and a trap door on the floor right behind Torn.
I swung my eyes back around the room once more, but stopped when they met the eyes of the elf I thought was hunched over the table in the middle of the room oblivious to my presence. It turns out that he was not oblivious, and was looking right at me. I stared back at him for a moment before out of the corner of my eye I saw Daxter begin walking towards a pipe in the wall. I turned toward him in time to see, and hear him quite boisterously exclaim that "Whew...being a big hero sure makes ya thirsty.", before pulling on the valve.
I quickly looked back to Torn to see him growling at the gurgling noise that was emitted from the pipe, before turning back to Daxter. All of a sudden mud shot out of the pipe, and right into Daxter's face. I turned back to Torn, expecting an explanation.
"The Baron turned off all of the water to the slums. He's willing to sacrifice innocent lives just to destroy the Underground. I shouldn't be surprised. I've seen his evil before while serving in the Krimzon Guard."
Immediately I felt immensely distrustful of him. I would never trust anyone in that profession. Ever. Every single one that I have ever met has been mean, cruel, sadistic, and without any other feeling but animosity towards me. [But he couldn't be like that if he's working to fight against the Baron. And he hasn't turned you in......] I hate that little voice that tries to get me to see reason. I don't want to like him anymore. [Anymore. That implies that you liked him before you found out that he was a Krimzon Guard.] No I didn't. I just thought that he might have what it takes to truly lead a rebellion against the Baron. [You liked him.] Fine! So what! He seemed like someone I could trust. Yeah I liked him a little because of that, but what do you expect? He's the only person in this rotten city who I even thought MIGHT be able to help me besides Dax. I guess that I can't trust anyone but him anyway, so leave me alone!
"That's why I quit," he continued in his gravelly voice.
"You were a Krimzon Guard?!" I asked incredulously, desperately trying to hide my spaced out moment. I was surprised at how easy the words came...normally I have to force them out. "Huh...oh, that explains your...charming sense of humor."
Daxter and Torn seemed to not notice my internal battle at the moment, but only because their attention was diverted with glaring at each other hatefully. Torn began to speak again, and I came back to reality...for now.
"My friend in the Guard tells me that the valve to turn the water back on is located outside the city, at the Pumping Station."
I debated as to wether or not I should try and ask my question, to push my luck with the newfound power of speech which I used so seldom. In the end it had to be asked, so I forced out one more thing in my horrible voice.
"Outside the city? What about the security walls?"
Almost as soon as I was finished Daxter, who was seemingly recovered from his face full of mud jumped in.
"What about the Metal Heads?! It ain't a petting zoo out there! Peeps be getting deep sixed!"
Although I didn't know what that mean exactly, and I don't think that Torn did either I shared the ottsel's concern for his life. I'll just have to try my best to keep the Metal Heads off of Daxter's back. It shouldn't be too tough....I hope.
"Find a large drain pipe in the north wall. It'll take you outside the city to the Pumping Station. Go to the main valve, and open it. If you survive the slums will be indebted to you. If not, maybe we'll have a touching moment of silence in your honor."
I could tell that Dax was going to say something that would instigate a fight, however I was not close enough to cover his mouth, or get there in time to stop it.
"I'd like to give him a 'touching moment'."
The best I could do was sweep him up, and out of the base as soon as I could so that the two wouldn't start an argument that would end up with one of them dead. It was already dark outside, and it isn't like we had anywhere to stay except the underground, and I was NOT going back in there. Instead I did the only other thing I could think of doing. I grabbed a zoomer, and headed towards the outer wall of the city. It was getting dark, so maybe some of the Metal Heads would be asleep, and I wouldn't have to deal with them.
As soon as I left the safety of the city walls the Metal Heads attacked. So much for my after dark theory. Daxter was yelling his head off as I climbed up the wall, and around the place, searching for the valve. Thankfully I found it without too much trouble.
"Ahh, the valve. Allow me."
I just knew that something bad was going to happen I tried to stop him, but he had already started pulling on the wheel to turn the valve. I banged on the side of it, and it made a sucking noise. Before my eyes the ottsel was snatched up the pipe . I could hear him banging around in the line, moving all the way down to the end.
"Jak, help... Jak, help... Jak...please...help."
I didn't know what to do...so I just turned the wheel. Maybe the water pressure would squeeze him out. In the end it did, and I hurried over to him. I knelt down and opened my mouth to ask him if he was okay, but he stopped me.
"Don't say it, don't even chuckle! Next time, you turn the valve."
I sighed in relief. If he was okay enough to act normal then he was just fine. Now to get back before daylight.
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I'm sorry, I know that this chapter is crap...and boring. I tried so many ways to make it good, but I don't think that its as good as the other chapters. Im sorry it took me so long to update as well, but I've had my plate full with things around here. By the way, thank you Kyrie Sanctus for mentioning me in your story! I'm honored, and so I will shamelessly plug your story. Go read all of her stories! Especially Penitentiary! and the sequel! They rock!
Krin- Thank you, and I'm glad you like it.
Jackman's-Girl- Yeah, 'injured' I really really wanted to put that in, but I couldn't figure out how to do it well, so I had to give it up. I was also quite fond of it in the game, but alas.
Kyrie Sanctus- Thank you, and If Jak fell down a bottomless pit in a fanfic then Torn would jump in after them, and they would land on top of a feather bed....well, you see where I'm going with this...
Disclaimer: I seem to have forgotten disclaimers on some of my chapters........yeah....so let's just pretend that in the first chapter I said that the disclaimer applied to all the following chapters, and just incase you missed it I'm going to repeat it here.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. This applies to all future chapters.
There, now everyone's happy. Especially me since I don't have to type a disclaimer anymore...not that I was doing it anyway. Ok, ok, before you kill me from the anticipation, here's the story. I'll keep my ramblings to the end of the chapters then.
The Pumping Station
I followed Daxter back through the city and to the 'base'. I suppose that's the only thing that I could call it. The base....not exactly beautiful, but it fits, and works for me. I mean it isn't like anyone else is ever going to hear me say it.
"Jak? Jak....? Jak are you listening to me!?"
I looked around, startled for a moment, and then relieved to find that it was only Daxter, and we were standing outside of the underground. I still hadn't figured out how the door worked. I don't know if I want to or not though. Instead of continuing in my confusing thoughts I decided to just answer Daxter. So, I nodded my head yes. It wasn't exactly the truth, but it's not like he would know that.
"Fine then, what did I just say?"
Damn.
"Ha, you weren't listening!"
Against my will something escaped my throat. It wasn't exactly a word. More of a sound if you want to get all technical, but it was something at least.
"Uh...."
"Jak, I said that all you have to do to go inside is to walk up to the door," the impatient ottsel said while tapping his foot on the grimy cement of the city. I don't see how he could ever feel clean while touching it.
I nodded, and stepped up close to the wall of metal that was obstructing our path. It slid open, along with the door behind it, and I entered the small hall that led to the 'war room', trailing my calloused fingers along the wall as I entered.
Now that I knew I would be able to stay for a little while at least, I decided to chance a look around before Torn looked up and saw me in the doorway. It was a small room with a lot crammed into it. On the back walls there were posters of the baron, and people who are, or were in the Krimzon Guard. A zoomer was hanging in a corner next to a ladder that I assumed led up to the upper stories, if there were any. A bunk bed was lining the wall on either side of the door when you first stepped out into the space of the room. There wasn't much else besides the 'war table' that was filled with maps and papers, and a trap door on the floor right behind Torn.
I swung my eyes back around the room once more, but stopped when they met the eyes of the elf I thought was hunched over the table in the middle of the room oblivious to my presence. It turns out that he was not oblivious, and was looking right at me. I stared back at him for a moment before out of the corner of my eye I saw Daxter begin walking towards a pipe in the wall. I turned toward him in time to see, and hear him quite boisterously exclaim that "Whew...being a big hero sure makes ya thirsty.", before pulling on the valve.
I quickly looked back to Torn to see him growling at the gurgling noise that was emitted from the pipe, before turning back to Daxter. All of a sudden mud shot out of the pipe, and right into Daxter's face. I turned back to Torn, expecting an explanation.
"The Baron turned off all of the water to the slums. He's willing to sacrifice innocent lives just to destroy the Underground. I shouldn't be surprised. I've seen his evil before while serving in the Krimzon Guard."
Immediately I felt immensely distrustful of him. I would never trust anyone in that profession. Ever. Every single one that I have ever met has been mean, cruel, sadistic, and without any other feeling but animosity towards me. [But he couldn't be like that if he's working to fight against the Baron. And he hasn't turned you in......] I hate that little voice that tries to get me to see reason. I don't want to like him anymore. [Anymore. That implies that you liked him before you found out that he was a Krimzon Guard.] No I didn't. I just thought that he might have what it takes to truly lead a rebellion against the Baron. [You liked him.] Fine! So what! He seemed like someone I could trust. Yeah I liked him a little because of that, but what do you expect? He's the only person in this rotten city who I even thought MIGHT be able to help me besides Dax. I guess that I can't trust anyone but him anyway, so leave me alone!
"That's why I quit," he continued in his gravelly voice.
"You were a Krimzon Guard?!" I asked incredulously, desperately trying to hide my spaced out moment. I was surprised at how easy the words came...normally I have to force them out. "Huh...oh, that explains your...charming sense of humor."
Daxter and Torn seemed to not notice my internal battle at the moment, but only because their attention was diverted with glaring at each other hatefully. Torn began to speak again, and I came back to reality...for now.
"My friend in the Guard tells me that the valve to turn the water back on is located outside the city, at the Pumping Station."
I debated as to wether or not I should try and ask my question, to push my luck with the newfound power of speech which I used so seldom. In the end it had to be asked, so I forced out one more thing in my horrible voice.
"Outside the city? What about the security walls?"
Almost as soon as I was finished Daxter, who was seemingly recovered from his face full of mud jumped in.
"What about the Metal Heads?! It ain't a petting zoo out there! Peeps be getting deep sixed!"
Although I didn't know what that mean exactly, and I don't think that Torn did either I shared the ottsel's concern for his life. I'll just have to try my best to keep the Metal Heads off of Daxter's back. It shouldn't be too tough....I hope.
"Find a large drain pipe in the north wall. It'll take you outside the city to the Pumping Station. Go to the main valve, and open it. If you survive the slums will be indebted to you. If not, maybe we'll have a touching moment of silence in your honor."
I could tell that Dax was going to say something that would instigate a fight, however I was not close enough to cover his mouth, or get there in time to stop it.
"I'd like to give him a 'touching moment'."
The best I could do was sweep him up, and out of the base as soon as I could so that the two wouldn't start an argument that would end up with one of them dead. It was already dark outside, and it isn't like we had anywhere to stay except the underground, and I was NOT going back in there. Instead I did the only other thing I could think of doing. I grabbed a zoomer, and headed towards the outer wall of the city. It was getting dark, so maybe some of the Metal Heads would be asleep, and I wouldn't have to deal with them.
As soon as I left the safety of the city walls the Metal Heads attacked. So much for my after dark theory. Daxter was yelling his head off as I climbed up the wall, and around the place, searching for the valve. Thankfully I found it without too much trouble.
"Ahh, the valve. Allow me."
I just knew that something bad was going to happen I tried to stop him, but he had already started pulling on the wheel to turn the valve. I banged on the side of it, and it made a sucking noise. Before my eyes the ottsel was snatched up the pipe . I could hear him banging around in the line, moving all the way down to the end.
"Jak, help... Jak, help... Jak...please...help."
I didn't know what to do...so I just turned the wheel. Maybe the water pressure would squeeze him out. In the end it did, and I hurried over to him. I knelt down and opened my mouth to ask him if he was okay, but he stopped me.
"Don't say it, don't even chuckle! Next time, you turn the valve."
I sighed in relief. If he was okay enough to act normal then he was just fine. Now to get back before daylight.
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I'm sorry, I know that this chapter is crap...and boring. I tried so many ways to make it good, but I don't think that its as good as the other chapters. Im sorry it took me so long to update as well, but I've had my plate full with things around here. By the way, thank you Kyrie Sanctus for mentioning me in your story! I'm honored, and so I will shamelessly plug your story. Go read all of her stories! Especially Penitentiary! and the sequel! They rock!