Untitled Jak Fan Fiction
Intro Chapter"SQUAAARK! Welcome, fellow race geeks, to another year of burning rubber!" Pecker screeched at the floating camera, hovering above Kras City Speedway. "This is Pecker for the Kras City Combat Racing Tournament, and I am here live at (squawk) Kras City to give you exclusive detail on the upcoming races! First off, some of the rules have been changed. In order to qualify for the Tournament, racers must complete (squawk) 3 laps - in the given time of 3 minutes - on three different tracks." Pecker choked a fake laugh, "Guess someone figured out their lucky number, huh? Now, if my (squawk) information is correct, we have a racer on the track right this moment who is moments away from completing his qualification!"
An eggplant-purple Anvil RTX turned around the bend, whizzing past the camera as a smudgy blur and crossing the finish line. The gust of wind from the speeding vehicle caught Pecker, sending him tumbling through the air. "SQUAAAAAAUGGGGH!" Pecker cried as he managed to maintain his balance. The Anvil RTX swerved to a halt some twenty feet past the finish line. "Looks like (squawk) someone has qualified for the tournament," Pecker said annoyingly as he flapped over towards the racer, who was stepping out of his car. The racer was wearing a black helmet that concealed his face, an oversized green & purple racing jacket, and baggy black jeans.
"Congratulations for making it into the (squawk) tournament, newcomer - with an impressive combined time of six minutes and thirteen seconds for all three qualifying tracks!" Pecker squawked. The racer just nodded, beginning to unbuckle the helmet strap under his chin. Pecker continued, "Tell me, what is your (squawk) name, buddy?"
The racer pulled off his helmet.
"You're a… GIRL!" Pecker screeched as without the helmet was the face of an ivory-skinned young woman with brown and red hair. "Well, geez, you're not exactly the most beautiful person in the world either," the girl stated, then sighed. "I'm… Aerin. Aerin Riegota." "You're an (squawk) idiot, that's what you are! The only girls that race around here are the ones that aren't sissy little--" "THWUNK!" Aerin punched Pecker out in the beak with a stiff right, before he could spit out the rest of his comment. The last thing that the floating camera caught was a view of Aerin from the side, leaning in a little and shaking her fist at the downed host, her face in a scowl.
"Well, looks like we have some tough competition this year," Ashelin said, turning towards the others with her thumb pointing at the wall-mounted screen. Jak, Daxter, Ashelin, Torn, Samos -- they were all there in the garage, sitting in the lounge area. "Six minutes and thirteen seconds for three tracks? That's pretty good for a first-timer," Jak said. He was sitting down, leaning his elbows on his knees, his hands laced together in front of his chin. Daxter was sitting on the rail behind the seats, and he chimed, "You shouldn't be talkin', Jak! This is only our second year, you know." Jak leaned back and pointed his finger up to Daxter's nose. "Hey, let's not forget who won the Tournament last year, Dax," he said bluntly.
"Well, I have an odd feeling that this year's Tournament will be even more interesting than last year's," Samos said skeptically, stroking his facial hair and looking up towards the ceiling. Daxter jumped down from the rail, onto the seat, to the floor and stepped up in front of Samos. "Well, old man, you have an odd feeling about everything that goes on around here! You're like a radar, for God's sake; making extremely annoying noises when you spot something! And you're even green like one!" "I wouldn't be talking when it comes to extremely annoying noises," Samos spat back like fire. As the two squabbled, Jak said under his breath, looking up at the screen, "I think this year's races will be much more interesting. Much…"