Jak was hurtling across the large bodies of water that kept Gol and his citadel away from Haven City. He had "borrowed without intent to return" the Air Train from the port and was pushing it to the limits. He didn't care if he was overclocking the ignition to it's limit, he didn't care if the engine was going to overheat. He didn't care how many rocks or sea creatures he hit. All that he cared about was getting to Keria, bringing her out and killing Gol in the process.
Gol and Maia looked intently into their ball and smiled as they saw Jak coming.
"I'm suprised he took this long," said Maia. "We didn't even get to torture our bait at all, so dissappointing."
"But not unexpected," said Gol. "The instant he realized she was gone he knew where she was and what the price would be to get her back."
"I shall prepare Keria in your Main chamber," said Maia. "Following your instructions exactly."
"Good," said Gol. "If he even reaches me his death will be so much sweeter. Muhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Somewhere in the depths of their citadel Keria snapped awake and said a single word. "Jak."
Jak came around a corner and he saw it. Gol and Maia's citadel. 20 stories high it had to be. Constructed straight into the face of the mountain Jak realized how impossible it would've been to assault this place and how he was glad he had convinced Torn to call off the attack. Jak felt an old surge run through him that made the hair on his neck stand up. It was the same feeling that had run through him when Dark Eco was present, it was so close he could almost touch it. He saw that it wasn't a mountain but a volcano, and it wasn't lava that choked the shaft, it was Dark Eco. The Dark Eco if the Silos Jak realizied. Maybe they had found a way to control Dark Eco. Then Jak looked down at his hand, his hand that underneath his skin flowed Dark Eco with the blood in his veins. Someone has already found out how to control it Jak thought.
"Me." he said to himself as he hit the afterburners and landed.
The door of the Air Train hiss ed open as Jak stepped out, gazing up at the citadel. The golden Precursor metal, that coated the Mountain Temple, had been scratched by the Metal-Heads until theirfoul carvings had totally raped something so fair and beautiful that it made Jak want to vomit. The ground was dark, dirty and purple just like the rest of the Wastelands but this ground had more Metal-Head footprints than Jak had ever seen. The gargantuan beasts that seemed indestricuble, the slimy spider types with their pouches so full of eggs it wasn't funny and strange tracks Jak had never seen and he didn't want to know who or what they belonged to.
Jak walked up a few hills and saw that about 100 yards stood between him and the front gate of the citadel. Jak took a step forward and then the ground started to shake. Jak looked around and saw Metal-Heads innumberal come pouring out of the secret passages and gates from the very walls of the citadel itself. They charged straight for Jak who calmly stood there as the army poured down upon him. 'Fine,' he thought. 'Bring it on!'
The first Metal-Heads were only 3 feet away from him when a foul wind came sweeping through them and Jak swore he heard a demonic old voice wispering...
LET HIM PASS
With those words a line, thick enough for a man to pass through opened up in a line towards the gate. Jak took a step forward, nothing. Then another, still nothing. The Metal-Heads were on either side of him and could easily kill him in a second but they didn't. He knew that Gol was probably laughing with glee as Jak walked towards the main gate of his citadel, no doubt thinking that there was no way that Jak could hope to destroy him, no doubt also thinking that he would enjoy killing Keria almost as much as he would enjoy killing him.
Jak looked up, fists balled in anger, at the monstrous gates of the citadel. He stood there for many moments before the gates opened. Jak took a step inside and the gates slammed closed with a loud 'BANG'. The hallway was covered with evil banners and a foul smelling steam filled the room. Jak could hardly see anything but that heightened his other senses; and he heard her, long before he saw her. In the dark reaches of the chamber he heard a soft 'clip-clop' of someone walking towards him. Finally the shadowy figure came into view. Maia.
"Well, well ,well," she said. "Gol was right, you came running like a little puppy who master had thrown a stick. It almost touches me to see how much you care for her you know. How much your willing to give for her."
Jak said nothing but walked until they were only ten feet apart.
"Nothing to say?" she laughed. "I must admit I can understand, you have nothing to say, moments like this need no words. Only action."
Again saying nothing Jak took off his goggles and threw them to the left. He then took off his belt which held his gun and JET-Board and threw them to the right.
"No weapons?" she asked. "What a fool to think that you can face me in single combat."
Jak put a hand behind his back and brought the other one forward and beckoned her closer.
Her face contorted with rage as she screamed and ran full charge at him.
They collided on the center of the chamber. Maia threw a jab that Jak easily blocked and he punched her in the chest several times. She moved a step back and threw a hook at Jak's head, with her left arm and then her right. Jak ducked both easily. His anger was cold so he could use it, focus it on what he was doing. Maia's was hot and so it used her. Jak punched her in the face and she gave him a punch, just as hard, in the chest. Kicks and punches were being thrown at an amazing speed. Maia was fast, no doubt about that, Jak was taking more blows then he was giving but the Dark Eco rippling in his veins gave him stamina unlike anything, he was still fresh but Maia was tiring. Maia brought down her hand like she was swinging an axe. Jak dodged to the side and used his momentem to bring his elbow into her side. Not expecting this kind of quick hand-to-hand combat Maia bent over in pain. Jak took this oppurtunity to slam his balled up fists on her back She fell to the floor on her stomache. This was the part in the fight where you allow your opponent to get up. Those were in the unwritten rules of a fair fight. But this wasn't a fair fight. Jak kicked her in the side. She rolled onto her back. Jak began kicking her in the face, each time it was getting more bloody as Jak kicked pieces of skin off of her face. Finally, Jak stepped back. He could see that Maia was still breathing slightly. He walked up to her as she slowly began to speak.
"You may have beaten me Jak, but you'll have no hope against Gol."
"What did you say?" asked Jak
She laughed a weak and cold laugh. "The 200 years of inprisonment gave Gol powers greater than anything you can imagine. What kind of powers have you gained in the last 200 years?"
"More than even he could imagine."
Jak backed up a few steps and leapt into the air as high as he could and came down as hard as he could on Maia's stomache. Maia's body lurched one last time and Jak watched, with some satisfaction, as she began to choke on the blood she had coughed up. Before leaving, to finally make sure she was dead he walked over to her, pulled out his knife and swiftly slit her throat. Jak spat on her body and walked away, not giving what he had done a second thought.
Gol and Maia looked intently into their ball and smiled as they saw Jak coming.
"I'm suprised he took this long," said Maia. "We didn't even get to torture our bait at all, so dissappointing."
"But not unexpected," said Gol. "The instant he realized she was gone he knew where she was and what the price would be to get her back."
"I shall prepare Keria in your Main chamber," said Maia. "Following your instructions exactly."
"Good," said Gol. "If he even reaches me his death will be so much sweeter. Muhahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Somewhere in the depths of their citadel Keria snapped awake and said a single word. "Jak."
Jak came around a corner and he saw it. Gol and Maia's citadel. 20 stories high it had to be. Constructed straight into the face of the mountain Jak realized how impossible it would've been to assault this place and how he was glad he had convinced Torn to call off the attack. Jak felt an old surge run through him that made the hair on his neck stand up. It was the same feeling that had run through him when Dark Eco was present, it was so close he could almost touch it. He saw that it wasn't a mountain but a volcano, and it wasn't lava that choked the shaft, it was Dark Eco. The Dark Eco if the Silos Jak realizied. Maybe they had found a way to control Dark Eco. Then Jak looked down at his hand, his hand that underneath his skin flowed Dark Eco with the blood in his veins. Someone has already found out how to control it Jak thought.
"Me." he said to himself as he hit the afterburners and landed.
The door of the Air Train hiss ed open as Jak stepped out, gazing up at the citadel. The golden Precursor metal, that coated the Mountain Temple, had been scratched by the Metal-Heads until theirfoul carvings had totally raped something so fair and beautiful that it made Jak want to vomit. The ground was dark, dirty and purple just like the rest of the Wastelands but this ground had more Metal-Head footprints than Jak had ever seen. The gargantuan beasts that seemed indestricuble, the slimy spider types with their pouches so full of eggs it wasn't funny and strange tracks Jak had never seen and he didn't want to know who or what they belonged to.
Jak walked up a few hills and saw that about 100 yards stood between him and the front gate of the citadel. Jak took a step forward and then the ground started to shake. Jak looked around and saw Metal-Heads innumberal come pouring out of the secret passages and gates from the very walls of the citadel itself. They charged straight for Jak who calmly stood there as the army poured down upon him. 'Fine,' he thought. 'Bring it on!'
The first Metal-Heads were only 3 feet away from him when a foul wind came sweeping through them and Jak swore he heard a demonic old voice wispering...
LET HIM PASS
With those words a line, thick enough for a man to pass through opened up in a line towards the gate. Jak took a step forward, nothing. Then another, still nothing. The Metal-Heads were on either side of him and could easily kill him in a second but they didn't. He knew that Gol was probably laughing with glee as Jak walked towards the main gate of his citadel, no doubt thinking that there was no way that Jak could hope to destroy him, no doubt also thinking that he would enjoy killing Keria almost as much as he would enjoy killing him.
Jak looked up, fists balled in anger, at the monstrous gates of the citadel. He stood there for many moments before the gates opened. Jak took a step inside and the gates slammed closed with a loud 'BANG'. The hallway was covered with evil banners and a foul smelling steam filled the room. Jak could hardly see anything but that heightened his other senses; and he heard her, long before he saw her. In the dark reaches of the chamber he heard a soft 'clip-clop' of someone walking towards him. Finally the shadowy figure came into view. Maia.
"Well, well ,well," she said. "Gol was right, you came running like a little puppy who master had thrown a stick. It almost touches me to see how much you care for her you know. How much your willing to give for her."
Jak said nothing but walked until they were only ten feet apart.
"Nothing to say?" she laughed. "I must admit I can understand, you have nothing to say, moments like this need no words. Only action."
Again saying nothing Jak took off his goggles and threw them to the left. He then took off his belt which held his gun and JET-Board and threw them to the right.
"No weapons?" she asked. "What a fool to think that you can face me in single combat."
Jak put a hand behind his back and brought the other one forward and beckoned her closer.
Her face contorted with rage as she screamed and ran full charge at him.
They collided on the center of the chamber. Maia threw a jab that Jak easily blocked and he punched her in the chest several times. She moved a step back and threw a hook at Jak's head, with her left arm and then her right. Jak ducked both easily. His anger was cold so he could use it, focus it on what he was doing. Maia's was hot and so it used her. Jak punched her in the face and she gave him a punch, just as hard, in the chest. Kicks and punches were being thrown at an amazing speed. Maia was fast, no doubt about that, Jak was taking more blows then he was giving but the Dark Eco rippling in his veins gave him stamina unlike anything, he was still fresh but Maia was tiring. Maia brought down her hand like she was swinging an axe. Jak dodged to the side and used his momentem to bring his elbow into her side. Not expecting this kind of quick hand-to-hand combat Maia bent over in pain. Jak took this oppurtunity to slam his balled up fists on her back She fell to the floor on her stomache. This was the part in the fight where you allow your opponent to get up. Those were in the unwritten rules of a fair fight. But this wasn't a fair fight. Jak kicked her in the side. She rolled onto her back. Jak began kicking her in the face, each time it was getting more bloody as Jak kicked pieces of skin off of her face. Finally, Jak stepped back. He could see that Maia was still breathing slightly. He walked up to her as she slowly began to speak.
"You may have beaten me Jak, but you'll have no hope against Gol."
"What did you say?" asked Jak
She laughed a weak and cold laugh. "The 200 years of inprisonment gave Gol powers greater than anything you can imagine. What kind of powers have you gained in the last 200 years?"
"More than even he could imagine."
Jak backed up a few steps and leapt into the air as high as he could and came down as hard as he could on Maia's stomache. Maia's body lurched one last time and Jak watched, with some satisfaction, as she began to choke on the blood she had coughed up. Before leaving, to finally make sure she was dead he walked over to her, pulled out his knife and swiftly slit her throat. Jak spat on her body and walked away, not giving what he had done a second thought.