Okay, finally I get to start on the part I make. I'd like to thank The Ninja Who Wanted To Be A Samuraiand Alley-Oop, for reviewing my romance story, it meant a lot to me, and I might write another eventually.
"Don't worry Jak! I'll save you before you know it!" Then everything went black. When Jak awoke, he was in a dark prison cell. Groggily, he walked up to the bars, constantly, men were patrolling, but none seemed to notice him. Either that or they chose to ignore the boy. All, that is, except one, this was the only one of the men in the red armor, whom eyes you could see clearly. Jak thought it very strange that this man had blue markings over most of his face. "So Veger's supposed threat is awake. The Baron would like to have a word with you."
The mans voice matched the way he looked exactly, evil, he had flame colored hair, and emotionless brown eyes. Actually, I take that back, his eyes did have some emotion to them, they were hard, uncaring, and cruel. Jak was about to find out that this was nothing compared to Baron Praxis however. (I'm tired to saying 'the man' so I'm switching to Errol now, even though Jak doesn't know his name yet…) Errol motioned two guards over, one opened the cell door, and the other walked in, restrained Jak's wrists behind his back, then forced the channeler to follow Errol.
The inside of the Baron's throne room was not just large, it was huge. Next to the wall on Jak's left, were crates of ammunition, stacked up to about his shoulder height. And in the middle of the room, seated on the throne, was Baron Praxis. (-Gasp- You never would have guessed, would you?) "Ah yes, the 'warrior' we were warned about."
Said the Baron. Jak made a mental note to go out of the way to avoid this guy. (He won't think this for long though ;) ) "But what's this? A mere child!"
He continued tauntingly. "Surely the metal head leader was mistaken." Praxis said, smirking, this looked more evil than it should have, considering half his face was metal. (How many people in this series have metal connected to their faces?) "Errol, is this boy capable of doing anything that could be thought of as even slightly threatening?"
The Baron asked Errol. "I do not believe this is so, Baron Praxis. His capture was one of the easiest in months."
Errol replied, their conversation about how much of a threat Jak could be considered went on, but the channeler had stopped paying attention. Something else had caught his eye. The KG next to Errol had knocked the crates of ammo over, some had broken, and what Jak could easily recognize as yellow eco was seeping through the wooden boards. On Errols other side was the guard that had previously been binding Jaks wrists. This KG clearly wasn't the most intelligent, leaving the captive alone was a big mistake, not that the channeler was complaining.
Jak looked back at Praxis and Errol, they were still deep in conversation, this was his chance. In one swift motion he scooped up the glob of eco that had formed, and blasted the all the KG in the room. (Honestly there were only three, but, who am I to say?) Unfortunately while his back was turned to take out the KG that had been behind him, Errol whirled around, realized what was happening, and struck the channeler on the back of the head. The hero quickly spun around and hit the commander in the stomach with the fire the eco had granted him.
It didn't take long for Errol to recover, regrettably, when this happened, the KG were up, and the yellow eco had run out. Jak was fighting the Krimson Guards in hand to hand combat (Okay, so at first it was hand to gun, but he got rid of the guns ) and to Errol's astonishment, the boy was winning. This boy, whom could be no older than sixteen, was winning against fully trained Krimson Guards!
This time, however, Errol didn't take any chances, and brought the end of his gun down, with full force, against the back of the ill-fated channeler's head, thinking it had knocked him out. When truthfully, he was just scarcely hanging onto consciousness. "Perhaps…I, misjudged him Baron."
The commander said in a rather embarrassed tone. Praxis didn't look as you might have thought, not surprised, not angry, but thoughtful. "Errol, I think I've found you're troops a new weapon."
The leader said, eerie grin present on his face, just being enhanced by the metal on his face. It was now, that poor Jak finally lost his grip on consciousness.
Depending on how many reviews I get I might update sooner, I'm still trying to figure out aomething to do in my teen titans fic. I wish Joy would stop buggin' me. And before anyone asks, Yes, I blew some KG's up. But Samos still needs to save himself.