"What is it Rail?" he said dully and without emotion.
"I can't help it Jak," said Rail. "You know that there's no way we can defend against this attack. The last assault took our numbers down from 40,000 regualrs and 20,000 elites to about 15K each. We've had some new weapons churned out after Praxis' fall that could do some damage but there's no way we can stand against this storm."
"I know." said Jak. "I had a vision. Before I came here. Drakken will burn down this city and everyone after it until this world is his and only his. But I learned something else, I learned there's a way to stop him." Jak picked up the sheet of paper and showed it to Rail.
The One who possess the Dark Light And can bend it to His will Shall meet the root of evil And face Him in mortal combat If the One prevails against the Evil One Then he shall find peace
"This is about you?" said Rail. "You have to fight Drakken, and if you kill him you find peace."
"Yeah," said Jak. "I don't see how though, I've read up on him. He seems invincible. It's too much pressure Rail."
"You beat Kor, You can beat Drakken."
"My Dark Powers," said Jak. "Were strong enough to lift Kor off the ground and slam him down so hard I broke his spine. But I've read up on Kor. Compared to Drakken Kor was nothing and he almost killed me three times!"
"If you can't do it the city will fall," said Rail. "And the Metal-Heads will rule the world."
"I know," said Jak. "I have to fight him, one on one, and if he walks away from the battle it's all over."
"Get some rest Jak." said Rail. He toosed Jak his pass-key. "It's to room B-59, sleep."
"Fine," said Jak. "Night."
Rail watched Jak go. When he was sure Jak was gone he went up to A level and pounded on Ashelin's door. It opened to show the red-headed leader and Torn staring over a map of the Wastelands. A mountain range and the valley below it were crammed full of Metal-Heads. Drakken was no where to be seen.
"What's the plan?" asked Rail.
"That's the problem," said Torn. "We can't think of any kind of attack that would make a dent in their forces. If we had about 1,000 Jaks we could wipe them out no problem but other than that..."
"Hit 'em." said Rail. "Smash 'em."
"What're you talking about?" said Ashelin.
"We take every KG we have, every Hellcat, every artillery gun, every tank and smash the bastards."
"That's too reckless," said Ashelin. "An unplanned mass assault is to risky."
"No it's not," said Rail. He grabbed the remote from Ashelin and showed them the map from a topographical view. "We bring 10K up from here," he said, indicating a small hilly region. "Then our Hellcats come from here," he pointed to a mountain face 300 meters away from the hill. "And start a bombing raid. While the Metal-Heads are running they meet the barrel of our guns." Railmade the map 3-D again and moved around the mountain. "Here," he said point to a mountainside. "Is a critical point. If we can place enough charges, in deep enough we can send the whole mountain down on them which will make room for our tanks and heavy artillery guns to move in. If every goes well we have a legitmate shot of wiping them out, or at least trashing there army pretty badly that we'd have a chance of survival if they attack the city."
"And what if Drakken shows up?" asked Torn. "He's not going to be scared to a few thousand guns."
"Jak," said Rail. "If there's one thing on this plane of existence he's scared of it'll be Jak."
"I still don't know Rail," said Ashelin. "Your plan is a good one but there's too much at stake."
"Ashelin," said Rail. "There may be too much to risk... but it's the only way."
"When do we strike?"