Jak II Chronicles
ACT 1: A City Under Siege
Chapter 3: First Day on the Job

The boy must've been some sort of gift. Things started getting interesting because of this one little event. As soon as I swam to the beach with the boy in my arms, I met a man who was slightly older then me. He was a pudgy man with logs for sandals and a giant log for a hat or at least some sort of head support. What struck me the most about him was his green skin. The man was shorter then me by a couple of inches, even shorter without the platform sandals he had on.
"Hello there, I'm so relieved you save the boy." He told me, "I just came with him not too long ago and when I looked back from my vehicle, he was gone." The vehicle he pointed astounded me. Where on earth did he get something like that?
"I guess I got some explaining to do, eh?" He asked me. I nodded and took the boy and escorted the man to my home...
Samos Hagai, he was called. As I placed the wet boy on my armchair where he could warm up and rest, bundling him with several towels, he told me his stories…and I was intrigued…

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Haven City Slums, Haven City
Month 5: Mair, Day 14 (Spring Time)
Year: 299 TOMH (Time of the Metal Heads)

"So, Torn said the way to Dead Town is this way." Jak looked at the old map Torn gave him. It was cut off so that only the slum part of the city showed. Jak eyed the map almost all the way and Daxter often had to pull him out from crashing into someone or the wall or any random object for that matter. Eventually, come sunset time, Jak and Daxter were right in front of a large metal door. It had sensors so that it would know when to open when someone was near.
"Hmm, no Krimzon Guards in here." Daxter grinned, "I thought they were heavily guarded."
"Well, I think the Baron thinks no one's going to go out of the city with all those Metal Heads." Jak answered, "Any who, let's go already."
Once the doors fully opened, Jak and Daxter entered a world they have never seen before.
"THIS is Dead Town!" Daxter shouted, "Looks more like Decaying Town to me!"
"What does it matter, both words are pretty bloody accurate for this place." Jak groaned, then covered his nose with his hand, "It smells nasty here."
"Must be all those swamp water." Daxter leaped put of his friend's shoulder and went over to the brown gunk that was supposedly "water". He was about to put his foot in, but Jak grabbed his furred friend before he even got in an inch.
"Daxter, the water might not be healthy." Jak suggested to which Daxter nodded upon, "Come on, the flag's up there, let's go. The faster we grab that stupid flag, the faster we get out of this smelly, repulsing place."
"How do we ever hope to find a flag in a place as big as this?" Daxter retorted.
"There." Jak pointed towards one of the highest points of Dead Town, and sure enough, there was the flag, plain as daylight. The main problem was the heavy climbing involved.
"Great, we climb over dilapidated, possibly-ready-to-fall-on-us towers of doom." Daxter sarcastically commented, "Ya know what, I think I should stay here." Jak, shaking his head on Daxter's inability to change over the past two years, quickly grabbed him and started off.
The so-called Dead Town exceedingly and almost shamefully lived up to its name. Buildings crumbled with only walls with windows and wooden planks surviving in the end. They dug deep into the gray dirt or in the mucky water as if escaping was not an option. Cracks graced every wall and fallen huts were dilapidated to even make out what they truly were. Hays were in every nook and cranny, easily unnoticeable. Small swamp creatures such as frogs and tiny little bugs hopped on every surviving leave or flew on every single remaining piece of material left, and to top it all off, the water was as dirty as the sewage. If you looked inside Dead Town's former residences, you wouldn't find much that would interest only but an archeologist: Old books covered in dust and mud which made the inks barely readable (a time when printing machines were not invented yet), old maps of possible the entire world of Precursia, beds left unmade or left broken, plants that have long since been dead, little toys of old that children used to play met with the same fate of either being dust covered or broken. It was screaming of an ancient culture of many years passed, but the entire town's history was covered and blocked by the monstrosity of Haven City. Dead Town seemed destined to remind depressing and ignored forever. The only saving grace was the silence and occasionally balls of white light that surrounded the entire town. In fact, it seems this is the only place where these so-called balls of light occurred.
As Jak and Daxter journeyed, they noticed those small flying balls if light. While Jak remained focused on his mission, Daxter had little to do but watch as he merely rested on his friend's shoulder. Of course, being the talkative ottsel that he is, he couldn't help but speak at every little thing that intrigued him, especially those small balls of light.
"Lots of fireflies in here, eh?" Daxter commented.
Jak and Daxter had an awful amount of climbing to do. It didn't help since the entire place was on the brink of falling apart. One wrong move could instantly mean death. For Daxter, climbing was of little problem. Being smaller and weighing less, he could get by hundreds of year old ruins without breaking a crumb. Ottsels are obviously naturally good at climbing, too.
Jak wouldn't have much trouble climbing, either; As a boy, he would swing around the sturdy tree branches like the chimkeys (half monkey/half chimpanzee), with great ease. The two years in the prison fortress did not have many climbing spots and with the grounds and wall breaking ever so often in Dead Town, Jak had a difficult time. Daxter would often look over so that his friend would safety get through and pray he would not fall since Jak was too heavy for an ottsel to carry over.
"Yeesh, I wonder what idiots let their own village rot like this?" Daxter sighed, kicking a piece of rubble.
"I don't know." Jak gasped for air as he finally manage to get up, "And I don't bloody well care."
"You're out of shape, Jak." Daxter sighed. Jak didn't want to put up with this right now.
"I hate this." Jak grumbled.
"YA THINK?" Daxter shouted, which wasn't surprising of him, "It's your fault we ended up here! You and your revenge! And now, we're risking out lives in this dump!" Daxter kicked a rock about half his size and let out the biggest scream of his life. Unfortunately, that was the least of his problem. The rock he kicked landed on an orange and white creature that looked like a mix of a fish and a crocodile. A snorkle tooth. The creature came, along with more of his kind and Goobers, green fishy scaly creatures. Soon, more then dozens of the little creatures surrounded Jak and Daxter.
"Oops." Daxter sheepishly backed off as Jak gave him his "Dax, I'm-gonna-kill-you-and-sell-you- fur!" look.
Jak had little choice. He fought the creatures with his bare hands; careful not to aim for their mouths lest their fangs would chop his hands off. Unfortunately, with so many creatures surrounding them and focusing on the two, Jak was outnumbered. Taking a giant stone he quickly spotted, he hurled it in one direction, clearing a path. Jak made a run for it with Daxter on toll as the creatures gave chase. Jak was naturally clever and fast which was his main advantage whenever he was faced with combat.
The creatures must've been quite angry or hungry that they wouldn't give up chasing after the duo, no matter how much Jak leaped over gaps, climbed on the near broken walls, and run past in random waves to try to confuse them.
Their running away eventually led Jak over a circular shape tower, the highest part of the city. The floors fell as they ran around the tower, but they luckily lost the creatures, having given up when they knew they couldn't reach Jak now with the floors broke. Now, it was a matter of timing as they ran away as the floors crumbled behind them before Jak made one gigantic leap and grabbed onto the ledge that would lead the duo to the top of the tower.
"Jak…pull us UP!" Daxter shouted.
"Hold on!" Jak groaned as he used whatever strength was left in him to get himself up. Once on the top, Jak gasped for air and lied on his back.
"They can't fly…thank goodness for that." Jak coughed.
"Thank goodness you can run so fast." Daxter mumbled.
Jak sighed and stared at the night sky as he lied on his back. He noticed now that it was no longer sunset, but night. Stars. There were stars. Lots of them. Too many to count. Millions graced the indigo sky. After two years, it felt like watching the AfterLife open before his eyes. He missed the stars. Jak quickly got up and headed for the flag.

"Can't we rest some more?" Daxter whined.

"No." Jak muttered, trying to pull the flag out.

"What happen, Jak?" Daxter reluctantly got up, "You used to be quite the stargazer. What? The hard edge look doesn't warrant star gazing?"

"Shut up." Jak softly mumbled, then he observed the flag as if he was scanning it, "Why would the Baron place a flag in this place?' Jak asked himself, "What would he want with this sodding dump?"
"Last I heard, he was planning to turn it into an amusement park/water rides for the kids." Daxter answered, "Possibly to get more favor from the people. He plans to build it once he clears the Metal Heads, or so I heard."
"Uh-huh." Jak shrugged and took the flag from the tower and made a rather heroic pose. A rather nice flag. Red in color with some white for elegant designs and the pole it was on was much taller then Jak. There was a round symbol on it, made of black and white.
"Wow, you can see everything from up here." Daxter grinned, "Gotta admit, doesn't look very dumpy up here." Jak, too stared for a good few minutes before he felt something. Everything was so tranquil (even Daxter was silent), and suddenly, Jak felt something strange. Something…mystical.
"Jak, you okay?" Daxter asked. Jak stood frozen and silent for a few seconds. The little white balls of light surrounded the entire city of Dead Town and only then did Jak truly noticed.
"Big fireflies." Daxter gasped. Jak, however, remained silent. He couldn't keep his eyes of the little balls of light. Daxter made some more comments toward the "fireflies" before eyeing Jak who kept staring out in space as far as the little furball was concerned.
"Yo, Jak. You okay?" Daxter cleared his throat. Jak snapped out and blinked his eyes.
"It's…nothing." Jak gasped a bit, "I'm alright."
"Oh?" Daxter cocked his head.
"Let's just go already. I don't want to spend another minute in this hellho-" Jak stopped talking when both Daxter and himself felt a slight shift. The two looked below and saw the platform they were on was starting to crumble away.
"Crap." Jak and Daxter both groaned.
The entire tower crumbled and the two fell. Jak remained calm while Daxter screamed like a banshee. The two luckily landed on an old piece of fabric sheltering and bounced off, now landing and grinding on a rope (Daxter landing on the rope on his crotch), until he leaped off and landed on the bottom with his feet, nimbly like a cat while Daxter fell on his stomach. Next to them was Torn who watched in amazement as the tower behind them broke apart in a matter of seconds and landing on the murky waters below.
Once everything was all quiet again, Jak (with a rather sick looking Daxter) grinned at Torn, flag in hand. Torn stood for a good few seconds in shock. He has sent many men who wished to join to grab the banner and all of them came home crying, but Jak…he was different.
"Yea…I guess you guys are in." Torn slightly smirked.

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Back in headquarters, Torn taught Jak all he needed to know concerning the underground.
"The Underground resistance is a top secret organization. Since it is a secret, you obviously can't tell anyone about it." Torn started.
"Tell me something I don't know." Jak sighed, crossing his arms. Torn took in a low growl and continued. Jak sat on a chair next to Torn's desk as Torn moved around slowly, eyeing Jak like a hungry buzzard.
"You'll be giving various missions and be expected to complete them all. If not, you can forget about being a member for long. And you had better not be a traitor, I can't stand them." Torn came awfully close to Jak, his crooked knife in one hand, constantly pointing towards Jak's direction "I expect you to behave, kid."
"Don't worry about me." Jak let off a disgusted and angry face.
"You'll be given passwords, secret codes, and disguises when needed to and you'll also need a COMP to keep track." Torn continued.
"What's a COMP?" Jak asked, his face looking he was just offended by a nasty remark.
"…………………Please tell me I did not just hear you say that." Torn groaned, covering his face with his other hand.
"Well, excuse me, but I'm from the country." Jak shrugged, "I don't know much about technology and the city. I'm so far from the country, I recently moved here." Clever Jak.
"Well, fine." Torn took in the semi-lie (well, he was from the country), "I'll give you mine. Puar, come on out." Out from his pocket came a little flying device about a foot tall. It hovered alongside Torn. Jak, meanwhile was trying to figure out how a thing about half of Daxter's size managed to come out of Torn's pocket in perfect condition. Was it magic?
"Jak, meet Puar." Torn showed Jak the little flying computer. It was black and gray with a giant orange len cap such as a video camera would have and "wings" on its back as well as antennas. Jak was amazed at it, as well as confused on what he was suppose to do with it.
"Uhh…hi?" Jak slightly cocked his head, not knowing for sure if he was suppose to say that.
"HELLO!" came the high, shrilled voice of Puar. Jak was thrown back by her sudden outburst that he nearly fell out of his chair. It could talk.
"Wow, it can talk." Jak gasped, "What kind of living creature is it?" Jak gasped, clutching his chest from fright.
"It's not really an animal." Torn sighed, "It's a computer, made by metal, wires, and other little gadgets. The same use of materials they use for radios and television. Computers are everywhere in this city. This one is called a "Computer Organizers and Memo Pocket Station" AKA COMP."
"I know television, I heard about it." Jak sighed, acting as though he just discovered technology, "So, it's alive…but not alive…technically."
"Technically." Torn repeated, "It's got artificial intelligence, AI. Most COMPS have it."
"Oh." Jak nodded, confused, "I…see."

"Puar's just a bit special." Torn grinned, sounding slightly proud of her, "Unlike other COMPS, she has emotions and general Precursian feelings. The first of her kind."

"Yea, I've seen some of the COMPS around here, they're some of the most boringest and deadpanest things I've ever seen." Daxter whispered to Jak's ears.

Torn turned his attention towards Puar, ignoring Jak and Daxter's gestures.
"Puar, you'll be hanging around with Jak for the time being." Torn spoke to the small computer.
"I don't get to stay with master?" Puar sniffed a bit, "Poo, he looks scary, Master Torn."
"It's okay, he won't bite." Torn smirked, then bent low towards Puar so Jak and Daxter wouldn't hear, "Do this for the royal family, okay?" Puar nodded, or at least it seem that way to Jak's eyes.

"Get some rest." Torn ordered, "You've got a big day ahead of you."

"Good, I need some sleep." Daxter whispered again.
"I'll get someone to show you to your bunk." And Torn did while mumbling, "Kid doesn't even know what a COMP is; I'm surprised he lasted this far in Haven City." He managed to get a husky brown haired young man to lead Jak to another part of the room. Here, he met others who lived in the secret organization headquarters and they spend most of the night getting to know each other and help Jak adjust life to the city. One blonde haired girl had Daxter drooling. When she asked what was wrong with the ottsel, Jak muttered something about having too many junk foods which caused him to act like a retard. Daxter wasn't pleased with such a comment, especially in front of a lovely woman.
Jak's room was shared with various others, which he didn't mind. The bed he was given was even more comfortable then the one in prison, no matter how simple it looked. He didn't care. The bed was sleep able and sleep Jak did. He slept more then he ever did in prison. One of the underground fighters gave Jak a shirt and a pair of pants for his pajamas until Jak had the money to buy his own. Another handed him their toothbrush, another his hair gel to "keep that blonde hair of yours from sticking up". Jak thanked them for their kindness and quickly hopped into bed, eager to sleep and get revenge tomorrow.
"GOOD NIGHT, MASTER JAK!" Shouted Puar.

Jak slept soundly that night. The blanket was awfully thick for the spring time, but that was of little concern for him. He didn't dream, he didn't flinched, he lied perfectly still, doing nothing. Daxter slept near Jak like a dog, curling his tail until it reached his arms, snuggled comfortably in bed. No need for blankets, his fur was more then enough. The night was a peaceful one. This was the start of a new beginning for a new Jak. Morning would come…

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Underground HQ, Haven City
Month 5: Mair, Day 15 (Spring Time)
Year: 299 TOMH (Time of the Metal Heads)

"WAKE UP!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! MORNING TIME! MORNING TIME! LET'S DO EXERCISE!"
"AHHHH! EMERGENCY! HELP! HELP!"
Puar started putting on some techno exercise music while Jak, shocked from her shrill voice and now halfway from the floor, groaned. He eyed a nearby radio clock and saw it was 6 in the morning. Daxter, meanwhile, was doing more then just groan. After hearing Puar, Daxter leaped up, got tangled with Jak's blanket and started to run like a chicken on fire, shouting out random scream for "help" and such.
Jak noticed everyone else wasn't in this room. They must have all gotten up. His eyes half closed, Jak slowly got up, despite Daxter yelling around (and hitting random objects and furniture), and Puar trying to get the two to exercise with blazing techno music, all at 6 o' clock in the morning.
Torn immediately entered the room, fully dressed and ready to go. He slammed the door open.
"What the HELL is going on here?" Torn cried. With that instant sentence of outburst, Puar stopped what she was doing, as well as Daxter, who manage to lift the blanket from out his face.
"Torn?" Jak yawned, still sleepy. Torn wasn't ready to respond, since he swore he heard something he never thought he heard before.
"I just heard another voice here that ISN'T familiar." Torn growled, "Was it…that…that rat!"
"HEY! I'm not rat, buddy!" Daxter pointed, "Its OTTSEL! OTT-SEL!"
And with that, Jak quickly ran to Daxter, covered his mouth and made a sheepish smile to Torn.
"WOW, I'm getting good on my ventriloquist act." Jak laughed nervously, "With a bit more practice, we could go in showbiz." Torn wasn't stupid. He didn't trust a lot of people. Despite the members being in the Underground for a few years now, even those who were at the beginning with Torn, he still did not trust all the people who worked loyalty for him, no matter how much they risked their lives. Torn has had his share of being betrayed before.
"I don't like it when people lie to me." Torn crossed his arms, then he took out his knife, "Something bad can happen if I end up being played off, do you get what I mean?" Torn came close, his nose dangerously close to Jak's.
"Uhh…yea." Jak cleared his throat. He was in a crouching position with Daxter, still clamped on his mouth by Jak's hand.
"Now, does this thing talk or what?" Torn asked.
"Well…"Jak gulped.
"Okay, that's it, I had HAVE enough!" Daxter pushed Jak's hand away from his mouth and squeezed his way out of Jak's hand. Jak motioned for him to stop whatever he was doing, but Daxter took no notice of him.
"Yes, I can talk." Daxter nodded, "And I believe I'm the only ottsel that can talk. Pretty cool, eh?"
"You're the only ottsel I've ever seen." Torn groaned, "But whatever, talk or not, I don't like being lied to. You need something to tell me, YOU tell me, got it?"
"Yes, sir." Jak obeyed. Only a day at the job and already he's in getting yelled at.
"Now get dress and report to the health center." Torn then left, leaving Jak, Daxter, Puar and a messy room.

"He's always grumpy in the morning." Puar spoke in an inappropriately optimistic tone.

The health room was across from the room Jak slept in. It was a small clinic. A desk for the nurse to sit in, a bathroom, and some beds for the patients. Various posters of health tips and anatomy of precursians hung on the walls. Instruments used for doctoring the patient was neatly piled in various small tables as well as jars of cotton balls, popsicle sticks, and a cabinet of medicines. This was probably the cleanest room out of the entire Underground organization yet. Looking at all these tools made Daxter quite uneasy. Jak's question is why he was sent here? Was he sick? Is it because of what he was? How did Torn know? Jak vaguely could remember, but he had a hankering of what he had become. He didn't have time to see himself in the mirror when he was…that creature, but he knew the darkness entered him the most in his mind when he became this creature. He felt powerful, he'll admit that. So powerful. But will this power forever addict him to be this creature? Will he ever recover? It was all the Baron's fault. He made him into what he is today, a dark soul.
"Jak." The young boy snapped out of it when Torn came, leaning on the doorway, "Get in."
"Why am I here?" Jak asked, "Am I sick?"
"Nah, you're just here for a couple of shots, only because of that rat on your shoulder." Torn smirked.
"EXCUSE ME?" Daxter gasped.
"He might have rabies and such, we don't know, but we're not taking any risks, and you could have gotten some from him." Torn started, "So, you both need a couple of shots, nothing much."
"Oh, okay." Jak nodded, it didn't seem bad. Of course, for Daxter, he didn't feel all right. Something made him nervous. Jak started to walk in the room where the nurse was waiting for him, almost passing Torn until he stopped.
"Uhh…Torn, what's a shot?" Jak asked.

"So that's a shot." Jak rubbed his arm now with a couple of bandages, grumbling.
"You tell me." Daxter groaned, rubbing his behind, "I don't ever want another shot again!"
"Mr. Jak, you are to report to Torn's desk immediately." Out popped the blonde haired girl they met last night whom Daxter eyed once again in glee.
"Uhh, yea, sure." And Jak did so, rubbing his arm constantly.
"At least you didn't get one in the butt." Daxter groaned, "Although if it was from her, I wouldn't mind." He continued to stare towards the girl until she was out of his views.
Jak chuckled. Now that he was heading for Torn, he hoped to get some information on this "Shadow" person that Torn mentioned before, as well as Kor. Jak just thought about it as he left the clinic, but with good timing, too. As he passed the many doors leading to rooms of other underground members, he noticed a nicely decorated door with a sign that clearly read, "Private Room, only for high members of the Underground". That door certainly looked much better then any of the areas of the Underground HQ combined. Curiosity got the better of Jak and he wondered what could be so important that it had to be labeled "private".
"Maybe there's a code to open the door." Daxter mumbled. Because all doors were metal sliders that could be locked and unlocked with codes and combinations next to it, Daxter tried to push various buttons. He was on his tippy toes when trying to reach the bolted flat object filled with numbers.
"Daxter, is this a good idea?" Jak cleared his throat, "We could get out asses kicked."
"Yes, you could."
Jak and Daxter immediately turned to see Torn behind them, hands on his waist.
"That room is off-limits." Torn pointed out.
"Why, what's in it?" Daxter asked.
"Or who's in it?" Jak gave an alternative.
"You'll meet him soon, but it's not important right now." Torn shook his head.
"I bet it's the Shadow." Jak grinned, thinking he was so smart.
"Wrong."
"Huh?
"I'll tell you this, the person who lives in there is far more important then anyone of us combined, more so then the Shadow, more so then the nobles that dwell in this city, more so then famous stars and celebrities…he's the most important person of Haven."
"He's not a Precursor, is he?" Daxter asked. Torn groaned, annoyed with Daxter's denseness.
"Get your asses over here." Torn muttered. Jak and Daxter both sighed and followed the auburn haired Underground leader over to his desk.
Jak was now face to face with Torn, Daxter sitting on his shoulder as usual.
"So, how were the shots?" Torn asked, grinning.
"It was real peachy keen." Jak sarcastically answered.
"Yea, let's never speak of it again." Daxter groaned as he leap onto Torn's desk.
"Hmph." Torn grinned, "Okay, let's get down to business."
"Yea, business, like the Shadow, for instance." Jak came in, "When do I get to see the Shadow?"
"When I say so, IF I say so! But before I even think about it, I want you to take care of an ammo dump we've I.D'd in the Fortress." Torn pointed to the location where he was talking about on the many maps hounding his desk. "Lots of Krimzon Guards, constant patrols. We know it's vulnerable, and the Underground needs YOU to blow up all the ammo you find inside." Torn slammed his hand on the desk, sending Daxter to fall on his behind.
"Get ALL of it, and we'll deal a body blow to the Baron."
"You're sending US in, tough guy! So what's with this "we'll deal a body blow" stuff?" Daxter cried out.
"That's fine. I want the Baron to know that it's ME who's hurting him." Jak came in, face frowned, "Even if it means returning to the one place I never wanted to return to."
Torn smirked. A determined young man, ready to go anywhere, no matter what, just to get his revenge.
"Well, then, get moving." Torn sneered through clenched teeth, "Prove you're of some worth to me, Jak. Don't betray me."

"Yea, yea." He quickly left with Daxter who climbed onto his shoulder once more. Torn merely shook his head as if he just watched his own rebellious son walk out the door.
Out in the hallway on the way out, the blonde girl came his way.
"Hey." she said, waving to Jak and Daxter. Daxter eyed her lustfully.

"Well, if it isn't you again." Daxter chuckled, then he half closed his eyes and tried to give off the sexiest look he had, "So, you doing anything right now?"

"We're going on a mission." Jak muttered.
"Yea, I heard you're going to the Fortress." The blonde girl smiled, "I took the liberty to sew you a bag, and me and the rest of the underground fighters placed some useful items for you."
"Items?" Jak asked.
"Yea, like green eco potions for healing when hurt, a swiss army knife, and so forth and forth. All of us underground fighters have a bag of stuff we need and take on our missions, so here's yours."
Jak took it and nodded.
"Thanks." Jak smirked. The blonde girl smiled.
Jak placed the brown bag around his hips. It looked more like a holster for a gun, but that didn't concern Jak. He admitted, he liked the way it fit around his hips.
Once outside, Puar manage to catch up with him.
"You forgot me, silly!" Puar shouted, "How could you forget me?"
"I'm sorry, Puar, calm down." Jak sighed, rolling his eyes "Okay, we gotta go, so let's go." Puar nodded and quickly flew in Jak's bag.
"Geez." Jak gasped. How could something a foot tall and weighing in about 17 pounds easily fit in Jak's pocket?
"I can make myself smaller so that I'll be able to fit in other people's pockets or bags or whatever." Puar giggled, "We COMPS were built to be quite convenient."
"Is it magic?" Jak asked.
"Nope, just good ol' technology." Puar giggled.

"Technology?" Jak mumbled.

"Yes, dealing with years of research and changing of the molecular level and cellula-"

"Whoa, stop, just…stop." Jak waved his hand towards Puar, "Let's make it easier on both of us and just…stop. I won't get it…trust me."

"Okay, master!" Puar shouted before hovering insider Jak's bag again.

Jak walked over to the fortress which doubled as the prison where Jak spend his two years in.
Seeing as the Krimzon Guard might notice them, Jak often had to "blend in" with the crowds or move furthest away from the guards to make his way through.

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He reached the prison fortress (which wasn't so far from the Underground base) and aimed for the nearest door.

The doorway automatically opened for Jak, so he didn't have to resort to stealing a keycard from any of the Krimzon Guards. When he entered, he saw himself in a different part of the fortress prison.. The entire area was metallic with several boxes, as well as containers of Dark Eco. Jak wondered if it was the same dark eco that made him into what he is. Jak sighed. The room was near dark except for the lights, but even then, the lights weren't light enough to shine the entire area.

"This place gives me the creeps, let's just hurry up and go already." Daxter trembled.

"Yea." Jak nodded, speaking in a serious tone.
Of course, getting past security was hard enough. There seem to be more guards then usual. Possibly as a result from Jak escaping. No one has ever escaped the fortress before as far as Jak was concerned. Sneaking wasn't easy, and Jak almost got caught a couple of times if not for his sleek maneuvers to dodge out of a situation in time.
Jak soon entered a large room where three Krimzon Guards watched over. The room was entirely square, so it was quite easy to move in. The middle was full of missiles and cooling tanks, the ammo dump. Jak quickly hid behind the crates, the guards on the other side. The guards were talking about random occurrences of their days and the daily complaints they give to one another.
"Hey, don't leave your keycard in the ammo dump." came one of the guards, "You'll forget it."
"Nah, don't worry, I won't."
"You lost that thing one too many times. The boss'll blow a gasket if you keep losing them."
While they argued on, Jak found a small piece of metal near his feet. Grinning, Jak picked it up and threw it to the hallway he came from, causing the guards to go on high alert. They raced towards the hallway. When it was all clear and the guards were far off, Jak quickly left from his hiding place and went to where the guards were. He saw the keycard."
"Cool! That's a security pass keycard." Daxter started, relieving Jak that he actually knew something now, "We need those to get through city check points!"
"City checkpoints?" Jak asked.
"Yea, the entire city is split in many sections and you can't get through without a passport." Daxter nodded, "I only got through by shortcuts. ''Tis easy when you're an ottsel."
Daxter stopped talking when he and Jak heard a noise. There was a grate nearby, lying on the floor, where the noise was coming from. The two lied down and decided to see what's up.
In there were a couple of Krimzon Guards. Near them were barrels and barrels of Dark Eco. That didn't shock Jak and Daxter, rather, the creatures whom the guards were speaking to…Metal Heads.
"These barrels are the latest shipment of eco. The Baron says take them and get out!" One of the Krimzon Guards replied. One of the Metal Heads growled, and the guards got their guns ready. These metal heads were on all four, but they could stand up to use their front claws to roll the Dark Ecos out.
"Metal Heads in the city? Why are the guards giving them eco?" Jak whispered.
"You're telling me?" Daxter pointed to himself.

"Freeze!" Jak and Daxter turned around to face the three Krimzon Guards that Jak distracted away a few minutes ago.
"Oh, crap." Daxter sighed.
"Ya got a lot of nerve playing us like that." came one of the guards, "Now it's time to pay."

"Oh, bugger, I don't have any money." Jak teased, shrugging.
The guards didn't hesitate to pump the two full of lead, but being ever so sleek compare to the big hunks of metals the guards were at a big advantage compare to the nimble Jak. A few well placed kicks and the guards were easily down. Jak smiled, but he couldn't leave without destroying the ammo, but how?
"I hope you like the taste of hot missiles!"
Jak turned around and saw one of the guards was now operating a giant tank. The wheel was spiked, which often ask how it can run so smoothly. It was a red tank with a bit of white mixed in, a bit stubby, but powerful enough that Jak couldn't destroy it himself. Several missiles graced the front.
The missiles started to shoot randomly towards Jak. Four came at once, every few seconds, so it didn't help Jak at all.
"We're doomed, DOOMED!" Daxter shouted, "And it's all YOUR fault!" Jak had little choice; he had to runaway and abandon the mission. His life as well as Daxter was of more concern then his revenge on Baron Praxis. After all, if he did not live, how could he get his revenge? A lone missile aimed for Jak and he quickly ducked, but it ended up blasting one of the cooling tank pipes that was attached to the giant missile and the rest of the ammo dump.
"Of course." Jak gasped, "I got an idea!"
Jak ran to another cooling pipe.
"Hey, tall, dark and clunky!" Jak shouted as he cupped his mouth.
The top half of the tank eyed Jak. Jak grinned and started to slap his butt.
"Want some of this?" Jak snickered, "Come on, you know you want to, you big lug!"
"Ummm, Jak, what are you doing?" Daxter gasped, "JAK! This ISN'T such a good idea!"
The tank eyed him fully.
"In fact, it's sure as heck NOT a good idea!" Daxter screamed.
More missiles came from it and Jak easily dodged it. He repeated the process two more times, all the while making insults to the tanker.
"Countdown in 10 seconds." The female computerized voice droned.

Jak turned around and saw the missile in the ammo dump was going to blow up in that time.
"We better bloody move." Jak gasped.
And they did. After all, 10 seconds is not an awful amount of time, now down to five…
5.…
4.…
3.…
2.…
1.…
Time felt slow as the explosive let off. Jak and Daxter manage to run out in time, leaping when near the edge of the door, the explosion causing their jump to be a bit more exaggerated. They flew out of the fortress and outside into the slums. Daxter fell first with Jak landing on him.
The people nearby the fortress cried in panic when they heard the explosions that they didn't notice Jak escaping from it. He was safe for now. The nearby Krimzon Guards headed for the fortress while Jak took a sigh of relieve. He then felt something rumbling underneath him and saw he was sitting on Daxter. Daxter manage to get half of himself free from Jak. He gasped for air before eyeing Jak.
"This place has too much excitement. We need to move back to the country!" Daxter gasped, then he sniffed Jak, "Ugh…and you need a shower." Jak just smiled sheepishly.
But they had more business to fix up, no time for fun and games. Jak now had questions concerning why the Baron would want to help the Metal Heads…
As they walked, Daxter started to talk, "I wonder if all our missions are going to be this exciting." He mumbled sarcastically.
To Be Continued…