Meowen: Once and again, time for an oneshot. This time we will write a story about...
Muse: Oh, I know! Samos!
Meowen: I would say Erol, but yeah, it must be some Samos-fans one this site, and some day must a crazy loon find this site... No, I just joked, it's free to like whoever you want, but now: Sings Let's write, let's write, let's write, let's write...
Answer to Great White King: I'm glad you thought it was humorous and dramatic, that was the meaning! And by the way, if I got this right, you like Samos. So this oneshot is more or minor for you!
Answer to babyblues15: Nice that you liked it, then I've 'reached the goal' with it, and yes, it was because of about why Sig was working for Krew I wrote this, you used exactly my words. Cookies to you!
Answer to Beastfire: You don't need to thank me for reading The Torture Show, it's a pleasure I highly enjoy! And thanks for the picture of the triplets once again, they're cuuuute! (Hugs them and is ready to claim them for my own when Ivy and Muse stops me). Anyway, enjoy the reading!
Muse: And repeat it all again: let's write, let's write...
Who listens to good old Samos?
I've asked myself: Why should you listen to old Samos the sage, one of the wisest men on the planet?
Because I've got a story to tell about my life. Nay, not whole my life, I can't remember how it was when I was kid (heck, that was long ago!). I just remember that I always have loved plants and rocks for their fire and life-energy, and cared in Haven forest for the city's behalf: How it grows, how the grass turns green after a long lethargy and the trees add rings to their trunks, that's my passion.
But when lots of years had passed the king was overthrow and sent out in Wasteland, and the evil Baron took over. Hard times, peoples lost their hopes about a free and happy life, but it seems like not everyone did. Soon a little group called the Undergrounds was pulled together under my lead, and the first second-in-commander was the young girl Leia. She was very skilful in her work, and I was pleased with our movement.
But one night a half year after our beginning with the Undergrounds something sorrowful happened.
It was a cool night, and we crept around at the Pumping Station for to kill some Metal Heads there.
Unfortunately we ended up in an ambush, and soon the enemies swarmed around us. They took our second-in commander and twenty other lives, and I guess they ended up as food for the beasts.
Shocked we went back to the Underground hideout, where a mysterious man with a kid by his side waited us.
'' Good evening, strangers'' he greeted us, with voice as a ghost.
'' Not good evening'' I answered, '' we've lost four of our members''.
'' A very good evening I still wish you with hopes about better happenings yet. Like the heir of Mar...''
He showed at the kid, a little blonde boy with a jumpy Crocadog by his side. My eyes widened in surprise, but the man just kept talking, pronto!
'' My name is Kor, and I hope you would like me as a member of your movement''.
There was nothing to loose, so we greeted him and the kid as the missed pieces in a puzzle. Kor seemed to know a lot about the Baron and the Metal Heads, and his knowledges was very necessary in the work for a free city, even if we still missed a second-in-command.
It seems like them who're waiting for something good never wait too long. Even if I for my health would refrain from to call Torn good when he's around.
Well, we sat there in the light from the low lamp a night, and tried to plan a new strike against the Baron, when we suddenly heard a frenetic pounding at the door. Tess opened the door because who knew; it could be a Leia who despite everything had survived. But when Tess screamed we all rushed up from the tactic-table
'' SHADOW! A KG!''
'' Schhh, I'm not a KG, maybe a second-in-command but-'' a raspy voice hissed.
The voice's owner became visible: a young man with brown dreadlocks, KG-tattoos and a dagger in leather-sheath on his back. In his arms he held a girl with similar face-tattoos and red hair, who seemed to be fainted.
'' Listen guys, you must help me. I've deserted from the army, when Ashe'' - he held mentioning up the women- '' tried to stop the guards from to catch me, but those painasses knocked her unconscious. I couldn't risk that she was injured due to me''. The man placed her on the table, and Kor walked closer.
'' It's the Baron's daughter, isn't it so?'' He asked.
He took me aside.
'' Why we're caring Shadow? We could leave her to die as a greeting to the good Baron, that we'll do the same thing to him next time''.
I turned around, and only one gaze at the pair.
'' No, we'll help them, end of discussion''. Tess fetched some of the green Eco we keep in a jar in the medicine cupboard and helped me with the treatment. Meanwhile we worked I talked with the boy.
'' What's your name young man?''
'' Torn''.
'' Which position you had in Krimzon Guards?''
'' Second-in-command''.
'' You don't seem especially talkative'' Tess mentioned.
'' Much words show emotions. I have no emotions, more than for...'' He let the rest of the sentence float in the air, but it's not hard to count out what he only had emotions for.
'' Myself I'm member in Undergrounds. This is actually our hideout, but if you DARE tell someone-'' Tess waved her fist jokingly.
'' You mentioned you was second commander in Krimzon... We need a second-in-command. Would you like this place, now when you're deserted?'' I asked.
The young man got an eager glimpse in his icy eyes.
'' Really! I would like to kick the Baron's and the Guard's asses!''
'' You seem to like that word, kid''.
'' What else to say nowadays?''
Suddenly the young women woke up.
'' What...?'' she mumbled, staring at us. Torn immediately softened.
'' Schhh, Ashe, everything's going to be alright. I took you to a place where they could help us''. Torn stroke her cheek, and she calmed down. I turned to her.
'' Your fiancée here-''
'' Not fiancée really, more friend'' putted Ashelin in.
'' Well, he has already joined our movement against...your father'' Tess said hesitating, and caused Ashelin's expression to something unreadable.
'' I'm loyal to my father, but I'm not he. Is here place for another butt?''
Yes kids, that was when Ashelin and Torn joined us. Tess went to Hip Hog Saloon for to spy at the barowner Krew and I worried me to death for her, because I've always been a caring person.
And soon a boy who I fully see as my son appeared, but he I didn't knew it then. It was a Monday when the runaway prisoner Jak and his ratfriend Daxter headed into our HQ. Torn had talked pretty much about them, and now they stood in front of me. The great mystery was that they seemed to know me from the first time, but I didn't believe them, kids have so much growing fantasies in their heads. I hadn't seen them before, but they were willing to work- or at least the runaway prisoner, the rat was a chapter for himself.
But there was a dark cloud too soon, and that was the day Jak headed away and opened the tomb so the kid could walk in.
Unfortunately the Oracle meant the child was too young for the tests, and the doors started to close again
'' What? No!'' shouted Kor.
'' Do something, Jak!'' I ordered the boy, and so he did: He grabbed the screaming rat - and disappeared into the darkness.
'' Great tree limbs! He's gone to face the tests! '' I shouted.
'' No, he's gone to his death'' mumbled Kor, taking the child's hand.
And then the unwelcome voice from a guard was heard.
'' FREEZE!''
Then they pointed their guns at us and revealed the terrible new: Torn had betrayed us for to stop the Baron from to kill his own daughter. Nowadays when I look back at it, I can say just one thing: Great tree limbs, that's my boy!
Kor's eyes flashed, when he dragged away the kid, but nobody of the guards tried to catch him for some reason.
'' I told you we couldn't have that kid to handle a commander-position but nooo nooo, you was so sure at your opinion!'' And so he went around a street corner, leaving the guards to grab me.
Inside the prison it showed out that even poor Tess was caught, and she worried for the ratboy she had fallen in love with. At same time I worried for Jak and Daxter: Were they alive? Where they were? Longer than that I didn't came in my thoughts before I heard the ratboy's annoying voice outside the door.
'' Hi there sweetheart! The Metal Head Masher has saved the day! And yeah, I let Jak tag along too''.
'' My little hero!''
Then the renegade appeared outside my door, but he seemed confused when he saw me. I walked out glad to be free- and stopped when I saw why he stared.
I thought we all was unique in this world, but obviously not I, because out in front of me walked an cranky old loghead talking with Jak.
'' What took you so long? I added six rings waiting for you two to get me outta here!'' The loghead turned shocked, when he saw the boy.
'' Great Yakkow horns! What has happened to you Jak?'' he asked meanwhile the rat acted as a jumpy furball.
'' Wait! It's you! I mean the other you! I mean... you know what I mean''.
'' Yes, it appears I have an older time twin. Great grass grubs, I can't believe what a cranky old log I've become''.
'' Two Samos the Sages? Aaack, Jak, they're multiplying!''
My time twin cleared his throat and reminded us it was time to find the kid, but I meant it was better to give the Baron some payback, and we started arguing until the rat pointed out it was time to move.
I don't blame Torn for what he did, heck, he loved Ashelin and I would have done the same. Just Kor blamed him harder than anyone else, and I began to wonder why we had that grumbling old fogey in our movement.
But Kor soon showed out that he really was the leader of the Metal Heads, and Jak headed over to the nest for to defeat him and help my time twin and his daughter Keira to the Rift Gate. My time twin had a nice and handy daughter, and I can't deny I would like to have a girl like her in my family.
It was first when we landed in front of the killed Metal Head and the Precursor Stone I understood I would have a girl like Keira, and the reason was simply: Great Yakkowhorns, I had met my older I - father to her and Jak's foster parent!
After I had promised to be back in time for the celebration I travelled through the time with young Jak fidgeting nervously in the Rift Rider seat (I was actually afraid he would fall out and disappear in the time) and landed in Sandover Village 500 years earlier...or later. Or later, I figure at it right now. There on the wonderfully green and magic islands it was wonderful. I still remember the time when mysteries, warm sun, wonderful worlds, steady rocks and whispering waves was usual...
Well, I was appointed to Green Eco's Sage, and I met Keira's wonderful mother. To tell you everything about her would take too much time, but I can at least tell you I loved the beauty flower over everything.
Unfortunately she never became old enough to see Keira grow up. She was carried away by the death when our daughter was just one month old, and I still mourn her. I named Keira after her mother's favourite flower, because every time I look at my daughter, I see her mother's reflection.
But I had Jak, Keira and soon even the orphan Daxter to care in, and life must always move on. I was happy over those years despite I missed my wife, but the fact I knew what would happen to Jak hang over me as a stubborn rain cloud.
When Jak's fifteenth birthday was close I started to hope that we never would need to find that Rift Rider, because I knew Jak would be tortured and Keira put in a garage as some kind of slave. I even felt sorry for Daxter. But when Jak defeated Gol and Maia Akaron (I would had forced Daxter to clean my hut forever if he had taken the White Eco to return his normal body!) I understood it would happen. Jak was old enough, and in same second he opened the Precursor door upon the Eco-silo I saw the Rift Rider inside, and understood there was no return.
Now, ten years since last travel, I'm flying through the time in same Rift Rider, and I don't like what I know will be the nearest two years: the prison and enormous dangerous. I wonder if Tess, Ashelin and Torn have changed. Nay, of course not, I'm travelling to the same time, but this time I will see the city from a different view: through barred windows.
Meowen: Well, I didn't write about exactly everything what happened to Samos, but if I would do it this had been a story with at least ten chapters. Already this one was so long to write that I near the ending jumped really much as you see. But a good character is a good character is a good character,
Muse: What you mean with that?
Meowen: Yap on. We're going to take another oneshot soon, so I hope it don't get so long as this.
Muse: You've my agreement! Review!