Disclaimer: I own everything in this one chapter, except for the KGs and Hellcats.

I'm slowly introducing the cast of Jak 2, so have some patience.
And I can't believe I'm telling you guys to be patient, while I'm actually one of the most impatient people I know! I was typing this up and I swear, I basically had a conversation with my computer.

Me: Would you just flippin' type yourself up!
The Story: ...
Me: Gee, thanks.

Then i got up and left for a bit. Made me feel quite accomplished if I do say so myself:-)

Yeah so, I've played Jak3, but only up to the accursed Gun Course 2. Still haven't beaten that part. So I don't really know what I'm talking about when it comes to the Outer Wasteland. Bear with me.

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A short girl and a jittery redhead boy looked down in guilt. They really didn't want to hear the "speech". Everyone had been getting some variation of it a lot lately, and those two were about to get their own little version.

"I'm disappointed. This is not the potential of a Movement member. Fraternizing while you're on a mission! And everyone wonders why the Movement isn't taken seriously! Unthinkable. Out of my sight." With this, the girl and the redhead shuffled out.

"Frank." The redhead stopped and turned, "Stop. I expect more from you."

"Sorry Affie, won't happen again." The boy's cheeks blazed with embarrassment, knowing she meant business. What Affrikah says, always had meaning, she only spoke when necessary and people made sure to listen. Everyone's trying to get her to talk more though; they say it's her therapy. Everyone wants her to get over what happened all those years ago.

The turquoise haired woman in question sighed and rubbed her temple as Frank once again, slinked out. 'Ugh, what am I going to do? Praxis has something up his sleeve, the Movement members are completely disregarding their missions, and the damn Metal Heads are on the move again. Mar, where's Rondos when you need him?' Affrikah though. Her mind was crammed to the brim right now. 'I need to relax. A bath would do me some good.'

Agreeing with the thought, Affrikah left her makeshift desk at the Movement HQ. The HQ was under an inn in the Port. The inn, called the Admiral's Arms, wasn't used much, and one of the more trustworthy members of the Movement owned it, making it ideal for an HQ. Today was one of those few and far between days off she that she had, she had planned on taking full advantage of it, yet she somehow ended up at the HQ. You can only guess her surprise though when she saw Frank and a new blonde recruit doin' the deed on his desk… which just so happens to be right across from hers. This blonde was the same one that's done two other Movement members and she's only been here for a month. Affrikah was thinking of telling Jet to get someone to off her. Just kicking her off the Movement would be much too dangerous, and keeping her is just distracting every one. This was the dirty part of the Movement. The killing. She didn't always particularly enjoy being in the Movement. Hell, it was horrible most of the time, spies, death, deadly missions, resources… or lack thereof… so much to put into the formula. But, all in all, she knew it was the greatest thing that's ever happened to her.

Affie walked into her small home in the Bazaar district, and sighed again. The bath would have to wait. She had forgotten some papers that she wanted to pick up. Affrikah hopped back on her zoomer, just outside the Bazaar and headed to the HQ. She got there soon enough, got the papers, and just as she was about to leave, Vazeem, who lived at the HQ, rushed in.

"Affie! So glad to see you! Amazing news from the Extended Retrieval Mission in the Outer Wasteland! The team found some ancient artifacts. Get this though, a carbon date test on the artifacts shows that they were pre-Precursor!" Vazeem's voice was filled with unnatural childish excitement, but hey, who wouldn't be? They might have just discovered that the Precursors aren't the ancient ones!

"Impossible." Was Affrikah's response.

"Well, we aren't sure, but the immediate response tests show it. The team should be here tomorrow afternoon, then we can contact Rondos."

Affrikah nodded as the two bade each other farewell. She left and hopped on her zoomer. A few minutes into her journey, some Krimzon Guards and Hellcats rushed past her.

'Must be some Underground idiot.' She though, 'The Movement is much better trained in stealth and con, we haven't had a soldier get caught yet… with the exception of that one time…' That brought back memories about her and Damian. Shaking her head she moved onto more important matters.

'If those artifacts real are before the Precursors time, why… we'd have this war in the bag!' Affrikah was deep in though, so she didn't notice the zoomer headed straight for her.

"Watch out lady!" someone shouted. Affrikah looked up and that split second was all she needed. Both riders jumped off their zoomers and an instant later, the zoomers collided. Affrikah's reflexes didn't help her a second time though, as the person pulled her into an alley on the side and covered her mouth. She protested, but then stopped. A blade was to her neck. When your foes have the upper hand, it's their call. A few KGs ran by and the person released their hold on her mouth but kept the knife there.

"I don't want any trouble. Let me go unharmed, and I won't tell anyone." The curved blade tightened and Affrikah swallowed, keeping a cool head. Then the knife was gone, and so was its holder. Affrikah looked around and saw nothing but people walking and flying (on zoomers obviously) through the narrow entry way of the alley. That whole escapade lasted about 5 minutes, but had felt like an eternity. Shuddering, the elf walked out of the alleyway, only to find her zoomer black and smoldering, completely totaled. Signing she began the walk home. Luckily she wasn't far from her destination, so it didn't take much more than 10 minutes.

'Finally, a much needed bath…'

But when you're in a rebel group, you're never actually off a day of work. Her comm. Unit when off not moments after she walked through the door. The message wasn't well received. It was Jet. He was on the Extended Retrieval Mission along with Ezek and 5 others.

"Co-…me –in…! An...-yone –om- n! Do y--… c-py! T-..s i- EMS Retr-v-l u-nit 182! We are under attack! Rep-peat! We a…" Then there was static.

Giving no room for time, Affrikah sent out a message to all members, "Attention, all available members are to report to the HQ A.S.A.P. Repeat, all available members are to report to the HQ, immediately!" Knowing that all the members had their units on at all times, she rushed out of her home and got onto a zoomer.

She entered the HQ to find a group of groggy MMs (it's late at night now) all standing about, trying to look attentive. Nateesha, Vazeem, and Frank were among them. The Movement wasn't very big at all, only about 40 strong, and about 20 people responded to Affrikah's message. She strode in with an air of authority and began her overview on what she knew of the situation.

"Unit EMS-182 is under attack in the Outer Wasteland. I received a distress message approximately 11 minutes ago. We need to send out a party to make sure that mission is carried out. They have something that may change the tide of the war into our favor." Affrikah tried to make is sound like she only care that the mission was completed, but everyone knew that she was scared to death for her brother.

"Frank and members E4 to E7 (4 people including Frank) will stay here and maintain communication. Vazeem and E9 to E13 (5 people including Vazeem) will be the scouting party. Nateesha, everyone else, and I will be the main rescue party. Move it, I want us out of here in no more than 10 minutes!"

Suddenly the HQ was bustling with activity as everyone made preparations to go. Affrikah having already come prepared, stood over a map of what was know about the Outer Wasteland and holding a handheld digital map showing what she hoped was the EMR's beacon. Not much was known about the geography of the Outer Wasteland, so Affrikah was praying to Mar that it was the right location… and that its host was still alive…

That's it! Chapter 2 is finitio! Story's gonna pick up in the next few chapters, I have a lot to introduce, so it might take a while.

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