Jak tried to block his ears as his friends screams echoed throughout the
cells around the eco administrator.. it didn't sound like a scream though..
like an indistinct sound, just an outlet of depression in its purest form.
jak thought about what she had said after revieling she was precurser.. her
words translated had meant "I have a name" but she had not said it. mearly
continuing to state her revalation on to wheather Jak was a precurser
because he could withstand the barons torture.. a final scream braught him
back to reality.
"thats enough for today. throw her back in her cell with the trash." she was shoved into the cell as its door opened momentarily in a flash, the gaurd forced to handle it, severely afraid of Jak despite how he had no eco to transform and could not move the heavy door while in his normal form.. Jak rushed to his friends fallen form, carefull not to touch the reopened wound in her back. he placed a plate of green eco in front of her but she didn't look at it. instead facing inward at Jaks chest..
"Hes not coming is he? your friend will not come for us. We will lie here forever untill I invaulentarily transform and rip you to shreads..." her voice was a mirror to her screams in how they sounded, despite being so weak and soft.
"No. Dax will come." he held her shoulders as she shivered still avoiding the wound.. "you - you never told me... you never said your name." as he changed the subject she looked up at him curiously..
"why?" he didn't want to look into her silver eyes now for some reason..
"well.. its been on my mind but all you translated was 'I have a name'. you never said what it was." her face suddenly erupted in a smile.
"Shamira. Why dont you have a last name Jak?" Jak laid her against the bedpost where there was a hole where her back would not be touched..
"I never knew my parents. I was never told very much about my history either. Why dont you?" she looked at her hands a moment, as if they held the answer.. "Pure-blood precursers do not use last names. we celebrate our ancestors by spending all of our time learning from them. I was taught for a specific purpose. when I left, shortly after my villege was killed by metalheads. we do not know what caused them to suddenly attack but all my father cared about was making sure I escaped. he wanted to be sure that the message I carried would get through. I guess I must have failed him." she smiled softly as she said that.. Jak sat down beside her, staring at the low cieling..
"What was the message?" she blinked, an expression of surprise surfacing on her face. but she didn't turn away from his face.
"to send the young one to the past, and guide the old one to the future." she suddenly fell over onto his lap, suffering a black out.. Jak struggled to wake her up..
"Mira! wake up! you cant get a cuncussion in here.. they wouldn't care for you. wake up!" as she opened her eyes she smiled softly and rolled over, the wound having hardened by now, so that she faced up at him from his lap..
"From this angle you look just like him.." she placed a hand on his cheek. he put his hand on hers..
"who?" her smile widened and she giggled softly.
"like my father."
"THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPID!!!" Daxter paced back and forth across half of the counter of the hip hog saloon (hes got rather short legs you know?) "WE SHOULD BE TRYING TO RESCUE JAK! NOT HANGING AROUND THIS DUMP!!" Krew growled softly as Dax insulted his bar.. torn picked him up by the scruff of his neck.
"Make another sound and Ill cut off your vocal chords." he threw him back on the counter "well as much as I hate to admit it, the kid is a pretty good addition, and the underground doesn't turn its back on its members. we need to formulate something so we can get him out of there." Dax was severely surprised that Torn cared about Jak.. from what it seemed, so far Dax would have never thought Torn would endanger himself to save Jak or himself..
"Dax has been through the KG forrtress havent you Dax?" Tess glowed as she gave Dax another chance to speak up, but torn drowned him out before he could get a word in..
"if you will recall, I was once the KG commander. the forrtress has not changed anything but its passwords since I left. I know it better than that rat could in his two years of fumbling before he braught us Jak." he walked swiftly out of the bar a moment, coming back with a large rolled up paper.. it had been placed on his zoomer previously.. "This is a map of the KG forrtress. Ive had it for years. there have been a few changes in the structure since I left but there are several ungaurded passage ways we can get through that only I knew about." he held the map out on his desk, pushing everything else aside.. he pointed to several seemingly blank walls. not even a light held there "these three places are each escape patches in case of a violent escapee who needs to be locked in untill he tires out. half the force escapes, the other half distracts. this practice was eradicated down to these three because the baron thought it was cowardly and costly since there were insurance claims for dead gaurds who were distracters. its also a fire escape. its not meant to open from the outside so we need to be a little injinuitive.." Daxter automatically deemed the plan foolproof, jumping up on the table abnoxiously, proclaiming.
"Jaks rescue is on!"
Nik: sorry for the delay. Ive been grounded and had a little writers block. you can see that Ive been working on other stuff in the meantime. I tend to do that every now and then. has a hand behind the head embarrisingly.. Ive also been remodeling my room. annoyed look my parents keep trying to dictate what I should do when Ive already got everything under control. Im the one whos an ace with a hammer not them. my mum cant even hammer a nail into the ground.. Im serious too. she tried it for some mulch covering that needed a separater of rough cloth. SHE COULDNT HAMMER A NAIL INTO THE BLOODY GROUND AND SHES TRYING TO DICTATE ME ON HOW I USE A HAMMER?!?!?!
anyway... so um.. yea. stay tuned my singe reviewer friend!
"thats enough for today. throw her back in her cell with the trash." she was shoved into the cell as its door opened momentarily in a flash, the gaurd forced to handle it, severely afraid of Jak despite how he had no eco to transform and could not move the heavy door while in his normal form.. Jak rushed to his friends fallen form, carefull not to touch the reopened wound in her back. he placed a plate of green eco in front of her but she didn't look at it. instead facing inward at Jaks chest..
"Hes not coming is he? your friend will not come for us. We will lie here forever untill I invaulentarily transform and rip you to shreads..." her voice was a mirror to her screams in how they sounded, despite being so weak and soft.
"No. Dax will come." he held her shoulders as she shivered still avoiding the wound.. "you - you never told me... you never said your name." as he changed the subject she looked up at him curiously..
"why?" he didn't want to look into her silver eyes now for some reason..
"well.. its been on my mind but all you translated was 'I have a name'. you never said what it was." her face suddenly erupted in a smile.
"Shamira. Why dont you have a last name Jak?" Jak laid her against the bedpost where there was a hole where her back would not be touched..
"I never knew my parents. I was never told very much about my history either. Why dont you?" she looked at her hands a moment, as if they held the answer.. "Pure-blood precursers do not use last names. we celebrate our ancestors by spending all of our time learning from them. I was taught for a specific purpose. when I left, shortly after my villege was killed by metalheads. we do not know what caused them to suddenly attack but all my father cared about was making sure I escaped. he wanted to be sure that the message I carried would get through. I guess I must have failed him." she smiled softly as she said that.. Jak sat down beside her, staring at the low cieling..
"What was the message?" she blinked, an expression of surprise surfacing on her face. but she didn't turn away from his face.
"to send the young one to the past, and guide the old one to the future." she suddenly fell over onto his lap, suffering a black out.. Jak struggled to wake her up..
"Mira! wake up! you cant get a cuncussion in here.. they wouldn't care for you. wake up!" as she opened her eyes she smiled softly and rolled over, the wound having hardened by now, so that she faced up at him from his lap..
"From this angle you look just like him.." she placed a hand on his cheek. he put his hand on hers..
"who?" her smile widened and she giggled softly.
"like my father."
"THIS IS SO FUCKING STUPID!!!" Daxter paced back and forth across half of the counter of the hip hog saloon (hes got rather short legs you know?) "WE SHOULD BE TRYING TO RESCUE JAK! NOT HANGING AROUND THIS DUMP!!" Krew growled softly as Dax insulted his bar.. torn picked him up by the scruff of his neck.
"Make another sound and Ill cut off your vocal chords." he threw him back on the counter "well as much as I hate to admit it, the kid is a pretty good addition, and the underground doesn't turn its back on its members. we need to formulate something so we can get him out of there." Dax was severely surprised that Torn cared about Jak.. from what it seemed, so far Dax would have never thought Torn would endanger himself to save Jak or himself..
"Dax has been through the KG forrtress havent you Dax?" Tess glowed as she gave Dax another chance to speak up, but torn drowned him out before he could get a word in..
"if you will recall, I was once the KG commander. the forrtress has not changed anything but its passwords since I left. I know it better than that rat could in his two years of fumbling before he braught us Jak." he walked swiftly out of the bar a moment, coming back with a large rolled up paper.. it had been placed on his zoomer previously.. "This is a map of the KG forrtress. Ive had it for years. there have been a few changes in the structure since I left but there are several ungaurded passage ways we can get through that only I knew about." he held the map out on his desk, pushing everything else aside.. he pointed to several seemingly blank walls. not even a light held there "these three places are each escape patches in case of a violent escapee who needs to be locked in untill he tires out. half the force escapes, the other half distracts. this practice was eradicated down to these three because the baron thought it was cowardly and costly since there were insurance claims for dead gaurds who were distracters. its also a fire escape. its not meant to open from the outside so we need to be a little injinuitive.." Daxter automatically deemed the plan foolproof, jumping up on the table abnoxiously, proclaiming.
"Jaks rescue is on!"
Nik: sorry for the delay. Ive been grounded and had a little writers block. you can see that Ive been working on other stuff in the meantime. I tend to do that every now and then. has a hand behind the head embarrisingly.. Ive also been remodeling my room. annoyed look my parents keep trying to dictate what I should do when Ive already got everything under control. Im the one whos an ace with a hammer not them. my mum cant even hammer a nail into the ground.. Im serious too. she tried it for some mulch covering that needed a separater of rough cloth. SHE COULDNT HAMMER A NAIL INTO THE BLOODY GROUND AND SHES TRYING TO DICTATE ME ON HOW I USE A HAMMER?!?!?!
anyway... so um.. yea. stay tuned my singe reviewer friend!
