The Legacy of Janovah

Author's note: I do not own anything about this fanfic except the plot, Franerik, the Precursor City, Janovah, Dash, Kat, Rin (unfortunately), and Teiroth.

Chapter II

My friends stared at me.

Janovah: What? I really want to see my family. Nobody ever told me who they were and where they went, I just have a feeling they're still alive.
Kat: Can we at least stay a while? This place is the coolest.

We drove up to a large building with people flowing in. Apparently there was a concert happening by some singer named "Dash". People bartered their goods for tickets. I had never seen a concert, but bartering was easy, I had some nice precursor junk to trade. On stage was a strange looking girl, fuzzy all over, black spiky hair. I was getting bad vibes from her. Still her voice was high and cheerful, and enjoyable. But then something happened I knew was out the ordinary.

A great dark eco crystal hung above the stage. Then Dash swung up on op of the crystal, broke the chain holding it up, and her 'dancers' caused a smokescreen casuing her to get away, but we chased her. But little did we know that was not Dash at all. We caught up with her, but I relized I left my sword at home, and Kat was out of bullets for her guns.

But then, a figure stood beside us. It was...Dash? A different Dash, in black leather, not blue velvet like the other. She pulled out two pistols, stood with her back to Dash #1.

Dash #2: This is the part where you get hurt.

And she fired. She whipped around and emptied her guns into Dash #1, who was in fact a robot.

Dash: Let's get outa here, girlies.

She suprisingly knew where we parked and where we were from.

Dash: You're from Spargus. What are you doing here?
Janovah: Sight-seeing.
Dash: You're heading for Haven City, aren't you?
Janovah: Who are you?
Dash: The REAL Dash. I don't sing. It was the work of the precursors, for they seek to destory us.
Janovah: What? How can that be?
Dash: How could you not know?
Kat: Are you sure we can trust her?
Dash: You have no choice. I will be your accomplice to Haven City, because if they find me here I am dead. I can show you the way. Drive.

I obeyed, I was terrified, but strangely intrigued by her. Thanks to her navigation we made it Haven City.

Janovah: Where to?
Dash: I have a friend we can see. His name is Torn, we served in the Krimzon Guard together. The KG used to be the police force for Haven, under Praxis. But then a great war broke out, not too long ago, it ended just before you were born. I know who you are, Janovah. I knew your father when I was young.
Janovah: How do you know me? How do you know I'm that guy's kid?
Dash: You are so similar.

She looked me in the eye.

Dash: I swear you look just like him. I mean only Jak could have hair that looked like a ripening banana. Anyway, Daxter, Torn's been using your place to hold meetings, you know, for the precursor counsel? Seem says he can contact Jak, boy you'd love to see him again.

It didn't sink in at first, but then it hit me.

Janovah: You knew. You knew all along and you never told me!
Daxter: Of course I knew! Jak was my best friend and he told me to look after you, be a friend. And not tell you until you left Spargus. I was going to tell you but when you've kept a secret from someone for 16 years it's hard to break the news to them.

I didn't understand. This happened so suddenly. And was my father dead? They say he's not here but they're going to talk to him? We arrived a pub sporting the name "Naughty Ottsel".

Daxter: Honey, I'm home!
?????: DAXTER! My hero!
Daxter: Tess!
Tess: Oh, 16 years!

It was a small blonde she-ottsel. I might have known. I just stood there, eyes wide, mouth ajar.

Dash: TORN!! Hey Torn!

Just then a guy walked out, in blue, with the bluest eyes I had ever seen.

Torn: DASH! I'd never thought I'd see YOU again.
Dash: Guess what? That kid there, the blonde one, that's JANOVAH! That's Jak's kid!
Torn: REALLY?

He looked me over, and I felt sort of naked.

Torn: That's very interesting.
Daxter: TORN! You destroyed my place! You've got that goofy table there and everything!
Torn: Anyway, the others should here soon. You're in luck, Janovah, we'll be speaking to your old man about getting his butt back here.
Janovah: Where is he?
Torn: In the past.

Now I was REALLY confused. We were seated amoung monks and more people. Tor pressed a switch on the table, and then a familiar yet strange face was before me.

Jak: Hello? SON OF A GUN! You guys! Daxter! Torn! And...who's this?

He was staring at me...I was scared cold.

Dash: It's Janovah. She's alive. She shares some vehicle skills, apparently.
Jak: Janovah?

I out of nowhere, smiled.

Janovah: Daddy?

Oh yeah, that'll impress Torn.

Torn: We have a more pressing matter. The precursors are attacking the planet under a new leader, who it is, we don't know. We need you here.
Jak: I suppose I could come.

And the conversing went on, I said nothing. It was weird, I felt REALLY naked. After it was over, I was relieved, but it never lasts.

Torn: Jan,

Like I was his close friend already, god don't I wish.

Torn: We're in trouble. The precursors' last attack left Freedom HQ without power. There's a power box in the sewer and you need to go turn it on.
Daxter: Where have I heard THAT before?
Dash: She won't last a second without me.
Kat: Or me!

So we set off, all four of us.