"Hi," he said to the secretary. "I'm looking for a girl, Keria."
"Keria is in room 7-J but you can't go in there without authorization."
"Why the hell not?" said Jak in an annoyed voice.
"The doctor doesn't want any distractions during his operation."
"What operation?" he asked. "What're they doing to her?" The secretary handed Jak a file folder with Keria's name on the tab. He took it over to a waiting table and looked through it. A lot of stupid paper work had been filled out and filed but there were some intersting things. He dropped the files and went to room 7-J. He knocked on the door.
"I'm sorry," said the doctor, not looking at him. "But no one... Jak!" he exclaimed upon seeing his guest. "Please come in."
"What's going on doc?" he said. "You're people are telling me that you're pulling some kind of operation on her."
"That's just to get people to leave me alone. She's been asking to see you."
"Jak...?" they heard in a small voice. Jak ran over to the bed. He saw Keria lying there. She looked bad. Her hair was messed up and her make-up was spread all over her face from sweat.
"Keria," he said, grapping her hand. her grip was weak and her hand was cold. "I'm here, it's going to be alright."
"No it's not," she wispered. "We're all going to die, all of us."
"No," said Jak. "We're going to survive."
"Jak, I've seen him." she wispered. "I saw what he'll do to you. He'll take you to Hell."
"I won't let him," said Jak. "There's no way anyone is going to seperate us. I promise you that." He hugged Keria and held her close to him, trying to force an imprint of her onto him. When he let her go she was asleep, a dreamy look on her face. Jak kissed her forehead and walked back to the doctor. "Is she going to be alright?" he asked.
"I'm pretty sure," said the doctor. "Her neural pattern is way out of control. If this keeps up her brain could overload."
"Would that kill her?" asked Jak.
"Worse," said the doctor. "She'd become a broken shell, he heart and everything would still work but she'd just be a vegetable."
"Say that whatever was cuasing this would be stopped, would she be alright?"
"Of course," he said, "Her brain would return to its normal stability and everything would be perfect."
"How much time does she have?"
The doctor looked down at some of his files. "You'd have about a month, 40 days tops."
"Thank you," said Jak and he walked away.
Five Days Later...
Jak had visited Keria every day and stayed with her for hours at a time. Rail was with him most of the time. Rail felt the guiltiest about all this. He claimed it was his fault because Drakken had possessed Keria to try and weaken him.Jak had convinced him that he wasn't responsible in any way but he still felt bad. But there wasn't anytime to think about their personal feelings, they were gearing up for war. It took three days to mobalize the army, gather enough ammunition, and get all of the mechanized equipment onto hovercrafts. When all assembeled outside of the palace, waiting to be adressed by Ashelin and Jak, they were an impressive sight. The glistening red and gold armor of the KG was almost all anyone near the palace could see. Jak and Ashelin stepped out of the palace, with Torn, Sig, and Rail behind them, and a cheer went up from the men to see their leaders. Ashelin held her hands up to silence the men.
"Krimson Guard!" she began. "Today will be the most difficult day of your lives. I will not give you any false illusions. The Metal-Heads in the Wasteland outnumber us nearly 200 to one but they are nothing more than uncivilzied beasts! Be strong be brave and we shall prevail!" A cheer went up from the men and Ashelin and Jak went with the others into a special hovercraft. Soon all of the men were filing into their assigned hovercrafts. Finally everyone was in the air and flying towards the Wastelands.
From far atop his mountainous fortress Drakken saw the army of humans arriving to challenge him. He turned to his guards. "Let them come."