Meowen: Hello again and I hope you enjoyed the latest oneshot. yes, I know, here has been lots of more depressing oneshots in this little collection, and I'm afraid here's going to be more, Muse!
Muse: Oh no, I'm suck at this angst and tragedy-stories!
Meowen: C'mon, see it as practice! besides, I think it's time for my favourite male and female characters in TPL to have some fanart about themselves!
Muse: Oh, Jak and Keira?
Meowen: Yes, they was some of my favourite characters, cute and innocent, but actually it was the Sculptor and the Geologist I meant. ( note: same guy who does The Sculptor's voice does Cyber-Erol's too! If we sum this, he has gone from the nicest guy in first game to the evilest final boss in whole the serie).
Muse: Jeez, talking about that even the sun has spots!
Answer to Salena99: Oh yeah, a malfea! I can see it in front of me... Well, it's enough with Mizo's little clan or what I should call it in Jak X. In the European they mean it's like a family. Wait, does that means Shiv, Edje and Razer are Mizo's kids then?
Muse: Probably not. I don't know if this is counted as a spoiler, but they say Shiv was bornt in Spargus. Anyway, Meowen is that kinda girl who likes to figure out kinships - Just wait til chapter eight of 'Hey there pretty girl!'
Meowen: (in the background): And GT Blitzis Tess' dad and Jinx is cousin to her too and Samos is Torn's adoptivefather and Onin his adoptivemother and The geologist and The sculptor are his grand-grand-something and Veger... Blah blah blah...
Muse: Jeez, you hear.
Answer to Beastfire: Yes, I've readed it, and I had so much fun while I did it! In fact I had so fun long after that my sister after two hours of maniacally laughing took a book and knocked me out. For my own best, tsss. (sees the oil tanker) oooops... Don't worry, I wont steal your kids.
Muse: I'm only glad she did so! And now, after three weeks and more silence...Let's write!
When the Metal Heads arrived
The sun filled slowly the hut where Adrian the Sculptor lived, but if it was there for to wake him up, it was already too late. The purplehaired man had been awake for a long while chiselling at his latest work. His beloved muse slept peacefully at the boulder he had fetched from the beach, and for a second stopped the village's artist for to ask about her view.
'' What you think about to sculpt a flower at this side, Muse?'' he turned his purple eyes to the little squrriel-like animal.
The inspirating creature stretched out, took a look at what he had done while she had taken a nap and nodded contented.
'' Well, if you like it we maybe can take a break for the moment'' suggested Adrian, and opened his arms to the little creature. The Muse jumped purring down in his arms, and curled up to a little furball.
'' Let's take a walk and see if the sun comes up today!'' The sculptor joked while he walked up along the green grasscovered rocks. Near the farmer's house the duo paused for to see at how the seagulls flew over the water in their quest for the glimmering fishes who played in the sapphireblue seawaves.
'' I wonder how it feels to fly?'' The artist mumbled while he stroke the Muse's fur.
'' Certanialy not good'' mumbled the farmer who passed.
'' What you mean?'' The artist turned to face the older elf.
'' If I tried I would crash in a rock for first best wave of nausea''. The old man chuckled, but then he went back to his usual worried face expression.
'' However. I have to put those Yakkows back in the pen, that little rat let them loose yesterday''.
'' You mean Daxter? Let me help you fellow, I have nothing else to do for the moment''.
'' What you think the Sage and his assistants are building anyway? I visited him yesterday, and it looks like something big!'' said the farmer suddenly. The artist shrugged and put down the animal beside him.
'' Hmm, I'm not the one who care in peoples private life, but as far as it not is dange-''
In same second, the wind abated, and the playing seagulls seemed to have disappeared from a suddenly darkening sky.
'' What the Yakkow bones is going on?'' murmured the Farmer while he fumbled for the door to the pen in the total darkness that followed.
'' I have no idea, maybe the autumn storms already are approaching?''
The Muse jumped hissing back in his arms and dugged her claws in his forearm.
'' Calm down little girl, I guess it's nothing dangerous!'' The sculptor tried to soothe the muse.
He had to shout, because suddenly the wind increased again, but now it seemed to be full of shriekings from horribble beasts.
Now became the sky a little brighter, but gone was the warm blue tune. Instead there was an endless bunch of grey clouds, and the howling wind caused the sculptor to take support against a windswept rock.
A bloodfreezing roar splitted the air, followed by that voice. That horrible voice Adrian always would remember as icy, evil and cold.
'' YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM ME, BOY!''
It sounded like a girl who screamed something, but it could have been the seagulls who swept down from the mainvillage.
Or, it couldn't have been: it wasn't seagulls. It was some ugly bird-like thing with metalplates on their heads. Lurkers from sentinel beach ran roaring by when the small 'bats' attacked them, and they disappeared either out in the jungle or up in firecanyon.They didn't even notice the sculptor, altought he stood in the middle of the running crowd.
''We better go inside before they see us!'' The farmer held up the door. Needless. The wind was strong enough to hold it open for him. Struggling they managed to close the door, and the farmer searched for matches in a box.
When they both sat there in the little hut and wondered over how this could happen and why just them, Adrian suddenly remembered one thing.
'' Rock Village!'' he flew up from the chair, '' nobody has told them those creature are on the way!''
'' It's better if you stay here,'' said the old farmer, but promised after much beating about the bush to open the door.
'' thanks alot, mister!'' The sculptor shook the old man's hand violently when he stood up. ''If Geo is in trouble and I just sat here when she had problems...I've got to get up to ol' Samos and take the gateway to Rock Village!'' He ran out from the hut in next second, and heard somewhere behind him how the farmer closed the door. The artist made slowly but surely his way through the wind. Leafs and grass flew around his head before he reached Samos hut. No-one was home. In the almost total darkness was the glimmering portal the only thing which lightened up. A jump, and in next second he was in the village under the thunderclouds.
It wasn't much worser than usual. Rock Village had always been rainy, and of course Geo would survive storms like this, but yet Adrian felt that he had to warn her
He made his way down to the rest of the village. Outside the restaurant was Gambler and Warrior standing.
'' Seems like it's time for a real hurricane for once!'' Gambler took a strong grip around his hat, and Warrior went against his hut while Bayou Billy dragged away with his hip hog against Boggy Swamp.
'' Dudes! Where's Geo?''
Warrior turned around at the bridge, and Gambler looked up.
''Adrian! What are you doing so far to the north? Usually it's just that explorer and his nephew, and of course that nephews friend who comes by! A polite person, that boy, but very quiet...''
Adrian guessed he meant Jak, Daxter and the explorer.
''Anyway, about Geo. We haven't seen her since yesterday !'' Adrian didn't listen more. First he ran to her house where he discovered that neither her spade, magnifying glass or torch was at their usual places, so she was probably at the basin. Again on the run, and he reached the basin. How she could work at this place was a whole riddle, but Geo was, like Keira Hagai in his own village, a tough girl when she needed to: Was there a lurker dugging for molemeat was her rage and spade more than enough to send every lurker in sight screaming back to the place they came from. He almost laughed when he remembered how she and Keira had beated up a sturdy lurker last month at the beach while Samos, he, Dax and Jak ran in different directions, searching for trees to climb up in. Nowadays that lurker adorned the floor in Geo's house as a nice holidaymemory.
Down beneath one of the old Precursorbuilds he saw her digging in the water for some fishes to the moles.
'' Geo! Come up, it's troubles on the way over here!''
The geologist turned around with one rubyred fish in her left hand and a lot of glimmering magenta fishes in a pail of water.
'' Hi fellow! What is it, you seem upset!''
'' We can't talk here Geo, we need to get to a safe place!'' He dragged her up at the darkgreen grass, holding Muse with one hand. '' It's lots of horrible... Beasts heading towards this place!'' he mumbled.
'' But the moles, I have to call at them!'' The women whistled loudly and melodic, until her beloved wards with pitchblack peering eyes came running.
The Sculptor was on the way to say something, when another bloodfreezing shriek splitted the chilly air and leaved to hover in the rests of it. The two elves spun around, in time for to see the metalplated creatures fly over them.
'' Thanks for your warning'' mumbled the geologist.
'' I think they are out for food, they tried to eat lurkers. Come Geo, we have to run!''
He didn't need to say it two times; the women was already on the way over to the Blue Sage's house followed by her moles. If this hadn't been such a dangerous point of time, he would had taken up his sketchblock and drawed a picture off it. But the young sculptor didn't wanted to end up as beastfood even if it was a heroic way to die, he wanted to help people.
The Muse clinged around on his back as he pulled down the mask he weared for to protect his eyes from stonechips.
He slided down along the precursor-ramp which was in the beginning of the basin, and ran for to catch up with the women and her moles. He saw them not far way when they ran down along the path, against the Blue Sage's house.
Finally they reached it. One of the creatures tried to snap up the moles just when they closed the door to the old man's house.
'' Oh, Geo and Adrian! How nice, why have you thought about a visit?''
''¨Our sage's gone!'' murmured the artist, and sank down on the floor.
'' Then we have to send out an expedition to find him!'' The wise picked up a map for to start plan a rout.
'' I would like today dear sage, but we have closer problems!'' Geo pointed out through the window against the sky filled with flying enemies.
'' Oh lor'!'' The sage quickly covered the window with what else he could find, and threw a barieer of blue Eco over it too.
'' If those beasts continue to swarm around here, we need something to defend ourselves with!'' the old man pointed out.
'' I think I actually can have a helping thing...'' The sage continued after awhile, and seemed to think deeply a second. And then he swung around to a cupboard and picked down a thing that seemed to be two turning forks.
'' These two can charge up a terrible lot of blue Eco. The only thing we now need it something as support so you don't need to hold them up with both hands. That will I fix, but I need material.''
'' We fix it, right Adrian?'' asked Geo. and dragged him out in the battlefield again, obviously not half as worried as Adrian.
After a wild rush they reached Geo's house, where she hided some of the metallic ore from the mountains. It took just a minute to fetch it, but the sculptor was vigilant at the shrieking beasts outside, and swunged a tree limb against the creatures who came too near .
When they returned back to the Sage's house and showed him the metal, the old man nodded pleased.
'' Let's see if I can fix something of this'' he said to himself and went over to his table for work
one and a half hour later, the old man finally lifted up the work
'' Now my friends we just need a pipe to... Shoot with - even if I dislike violence- and a handle,and some things to transform the Eco to useful stuff with''. After that statement he returned to work, ignoring the noise from outside. geo couldn't understand how he seemed so cool with these circumstances.
The sage picked up random things from a wooden box, monted them at the invention or threw them back in the box.
Another hour later he eventually polished down sharp edges, controlled it and finally held it up.
'' This thing, my friends, will help us sleep undisturbed tonight''.
'' Aah, a Peacemaker!'' smiled the two elves beside him, and one of the moles purred low.
'' Right that young friends, a Peacemaker! But I would like if we could try it before deciding to take a break''.
So the geologist and her friend reported themselves as voulontaries, and went over to the window with the gun.
Adrian crouched down as support for the weapon with Muse still in his arms, and Geo placed the gun against his shoulders.
'' Ready?'' The Eco sage pulled away the charm and everything in front of the window.
'' Steady...'' The geologist slowly pressed the trigger, and Eco started to flash around the thing.
'' Heh, feeling kinda jacket potato with this against my shoulder'' Adrian smiled.
'' It takes long time to load it'' mumbled the old man and petted one of the moles.
The Geologist aimed at the nearest herd of creature, let her grip around the trigger soften a little bit...
'' GO!''
The whirl of blue substance whined through the air with devastating power, and hit the rock beneath the beasts, It fell rumbling together down in the sea, taking the panicked creatures with it.
'' Wow, very very well done Geo! Five to hometeam, nothing to... Uh...'' the sage searched for the right word.
'' Metal Heads?''Adrian suggested , thinking about the metal plates at their skulls.
'' Until further notice, yeah. I hope this gonna end soon'' the sage sighed.
It was later that night in Geo's hut. She tried to sleep just like her bunch of moles, but all she could think about was how suddenly her life had turned and twisted. Yawning went the women over to the window and watched how the portal in their sage's house glimmered when new fugitives from Sandover village arrived.
It was just a couple of hours since she had collected fishes in the little pond beneath one of the Precursorbuilds, and now those shrieking creatures swarmed around and tried to find something to eat. Geo hoped this wouldn't be forever, that they would leave when every lurker was gone...
But everyone who hoped that had really wrong. Instead of to leave when just a couple of Lurkers who hided in Volcano Crater was left, the beasts just seemed to become more and more and harder to fight. The poor elves started to use curses when they saw how the Metal Heads destroyed everything they tried to rebuild and keep up of their old life. Nobody could know that one day would a young man, of the history books called Mar the great, right there found and defend the first pieces of what people later would call Haven city.
Meowen: Oh, if it hadn't been for that I have to tell a story, this would have been a travel brochure for Sandover Village. It's funny to describe the enviroments there.
Muse: I'm not sure I would had liked to travel to that place. Full of Metal Heads and all that!
Meowen: But imagine, if the Metal Heads never had arrived to their world! Just lie under a tree in the djungle and watch tropical fishes in the crystalclear water or take a swim or go out on adventures or fly zoomer...
dreams away
Muse: Author? Author, back to work!
Meowen: Slave driver!
Muse: You will thank me one day! And to you others: rewiev!