Full Summary:Her mother was killed in the first few hours of the coup that shook Haven City right to its very foundations. Five years later her only friend in the world was shot and killed because of his heritage. Now twenty years after it all started she is going to get even. She will avenge his death. No matter what the cost, Keira's gonna bring the baron down.

Disclaimer:I do not own Jak or any related characters. Only any OCs that I decide to put it here.

Children of War

Prologue

Commander Torn ran through the palace attempting to reach the place where he knew the King and his wife and child were most likely being held until the newly proclaimed baron could deal with them. Rounding the corner in the hall he saw the door. Quickly despatching the guards outside it he opened the door and was soon ushering the royal family back down the hall he had come. Unfortunately Praxis was waiting for them with a good twenty elite Krimson Guards. Their yellow armour gleamed under the powerful lights and Praxis spoke from behind them.

"If you stop where you are right now I will ensure that your lives are spared. Otherwise…" He motioned to the guards in front of him.

The king laughed.

"Really Praxis. I was under the impression that you were going to kill us anyway."

The new baron growled and motioned for the soldiers to open fire. All three adults turned around and ran back down the corridor knowing that even if they could reach the corner it lead to a dead end so they were really only delaying the inevitable. The king's son, a small boy only a little more than a year old, whimpered as they ran, gripping his mother's shirt tighter and tighter with every few steps they all took.

As for what happened next… Well your guess is as good as mine. At some point in their flight the queen was shot through the heart and the king rushed to her side, upon realising she was dead he picked up his son and passed him to Torn, making the man promise that he would look after the boy no matter what, before motioning for him to keep running while he himself turned and faced the baron's forces with a scowl on his face that would make any sane man pee his pants.

After that Torn didn't know what happened as he turned the corner and found himself face to face with Samos. The sage took one look at the boy in Torn's arms and knew instantly that Damas and his wife were dead. Motioning for Torn to follow him he activated a secret passageway in the wall that lead down to where an escape vehicle was waiting. The sage's daughter Keira, one year old in a months time, was already sitting in the vehicle fear apparent on her tear streaked face.

"Sir." Said Torn as they prepped the zoomer and made sure both children were safely strapped in "Where's your wife?"

The sage looked down for a second before replying. "She's gone."

"I'm sorry"

They took off and made for the slums where they were sure they could hide and hopefully get into contact with any other people loyal to the king that had managed to escape.

Five Years Later…

Keira hurried to get dressed. Today was her birthday and she couldn't wait to get to the small party her father and the other resistance members had prepared for her. She was turning six today. Keira had emerald green eyes and aqua blue hair with a few green highlights. She was wearing a short sleaved shirt with denim shorts.

Running out of her small room she pocked her head into the room of the only other person her age in the whole resistance compound and called out to him. "Hurry up Jak we're gonna be late"

Jak soon appeared, he was rather clumsily dressed, having tried to look a little formal for his friend's birthday party. His shirt was not only buttoned crooked but was on backwards, his shoes were on the wrong feet and he wore odd socks. The only things about his appearance that could be considered properly presentable were his long spotless white shorts and his carefully combed green hair.

He grinned at Keira quickly darting back into his room for a second and grabbing a badly wrapped present and his overly large racing goggles which Keira had given to him for his own birthday two months previous. He left his pilots hat on the small desk opting to show off his combed hair and joined her walking down the hall.

The underground was actually rather geniusally designed. Vin, a double agent for the resistance and an expert in almost everything mechanical in the city had found them an old eco plant under the slums that was no longer in use. The plant spread out under most of the slums but there had only been one exit, a problem Keira's father Samos, the leader of the resistance had soon seen to. He had made exits that came out in three other places in the slums and one that came out outside the shield walls. The last door was especially well armoured and hidden as no-one wanted metal-heads to gate crash in the hideout.

"Oh come on Jak. Just a little look" Keira wined. Jak shook his head vigorously and held the present where Keira couldn't reach it his meaning clear. She would have to wait til they got to her party. Keira pouted as they continued to walk. They reached the area of the base where the party was being held and saw that quite a few of the underground members had decided to come. A small sized pile of presents sat in the corner and Jak hurried over to add his own to the pile. Torn, upon seeing how Jak was dressed took the boys hand and lead him into one of the side rooms to fix him up. Samos who had been talking to some of the veteran members before Keira and Jak had come into the room picked his daughter up with only a little difficulty and put her on his shoulders while wishing her a happy birthday and walked over to the presents while Torn and Jak re-entered the room, the latter now being dressed properly. Keira unwrapped all her presents and deliberately left Jak's til last. By the time she finally reached for the present he had given her Jak looked like he was about to be sick, having been wondering if she was going to like it ever since Torn had taken him to buy it.

She made short work of the outside packaging and when she opened the box in which her gift was contained she gave a small shriek of joy and latched onto the boy thanking him again and again and again. Inside the box was a medium sized spanner made of one of the most expensive metal alloys there was. It was a pure silver colour and very polished.

Jak had seen Keira looking at it when they were changing location to avoid being tracked. Both children thought that it was an insane and quite useless process but it came quite in handy when trying to find out what the other would want for their next birthday. The spanner had been on special and the boy had had Torn take him to buy it for Keira. Despite the high price Jak had not let Torn pay for it at all, vying to save the small amount of pocket money he managed to earn by doing odd jobs for some of the nicer members of the resistance, a lot of whom gave him very generous tips to speed up the saving up process, for a few months before going to buy it.

He gave a sheepish grin as she hugged him and patted her back nervously. She pulled away and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. (AN: You know the ones little kids give to their best friends and relatives when their really grateful for something) He went bright red and his grin grew even larger, to the point that his face threatened to crack if it did get any bigger.

A few weeks later they were moving to a safe-house for a little while. Halfway there their escort was shot and killed by a Krimson guard. Jak pushed Keira into a side street before they had a chance to see her and broke into a run. The guard followed him and was soon joined by some of his fellows. He managed to run full circle without even realising it and ran past the alley into which he had pushed Keira again before they caught him.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here." Sneered one of the guards crossing his arms. He unlike the rest of the guards was wearing a racing outfit which Jak immediately recognised. Keira and he had watched the man race on the television and they had both agreed that his was a vain git. Jak poked his tongue out at the man and tried to get away. As he struggled he accidentally revealed the pendent that hung around his neck. The man hissed at the sight of the object and nodded to one of his men who got out their gun and pointed it at the boy. "The baron has been looking for you, and although he would rather do the honours himself I'm sure he would understand if we were forced to kill you before he could." Jak stiffened, fear crept into his sapphire blue eyes and Keira, who had regained her feet and had been watching up to this point, hid herself behind the wall knowing instantly the fate her friend had before him.

There was the sound of a struggle and a single shot rang through the area of the slums they were in followed quickly by the sound of something hitting the ground. "Damn", snarled the man. "I was hoping to take him to the baron alive and unharmed, oh well. You win some you lose some. Private, clean up all that blood it's marring the pavement, you, bring the boy along. It wouldn't do to have someone discover him and decide that it was time for them to do something about it. We've got enough on our plate as it is with the resistance." There was the sound of fading footsteps and when all of them had gone Keira began to sob. She curled up into a little ball and cried for hours. When a member of the resistance finally found her she was still like this, and as they carried her back to base and her father she swore to herself that she would avenge Jak's death. No matter what the cost.

Wow. This is way longer than I thought it would be. Before you start throwing sharp objects at me I wish to say this. It was necessary to do that in order to get the story the way I wanted it.

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