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Conversation translations:
"blah" - talking
"blah" - emphasized word
'blah' - normal thinking
'blah' - Dark Jak or D. Raye thinking, talking, whatever.
Chap. 9
Meeting the Oracle and Krew's Sewer Job
As Jak drove out of the water slums, he felt this strange nagging feeling to go back. And, by the look on her face, so did Raye. Jak braked the zoomer and turned around, back to the Water Slums. "Jak," Daxter whined, "What are you doing? The bar is that way!" Daxter pointed in the opposite direction.
"I know, Dax. It's just... I've got this weird feeling that something is, I don't know, calling me." Jak explained.
"Oh yes. The great voice of the Slums is calling you back. I can hear it now. Jak... Jak... Ja-" Raye clamped a hand over his mouth.
"Daxter if you don't shut up right this instant, I'll throw you into the water in the slums, and laugh at your pitifully futile attempts to get out." She growled. Under her hand, she felt the ottsel gulp and nod his head quickly. She pulled her hand away and put it back around Jak's waist, "Now keep your mouth shut." She ordered. One of the reasons Raye was being so snappy is that voice, the one she heard in her nightmares, was bugging her.
'Throw him in.' It urged, 'Do it. I bet Jak would be grateful, and it would probably make that oncoming headache go away.' Raye ignored it and felt the zoomer stop next to one of the makeshift huts that the Slums were famous for. She jumped off the zoomer as Jak turned it off, letting it sink down to the lower hover zone. They walked inside and let out a collective gasp as they saw the huge precursor oracle.
"Oh. My. God." Raye muttered. The thing was humongous! 'It looks like a shrine to the ancient Precursors' Raye thought, still agape.
"You said it." Jak muttered back.
The Oracle's eyes lit up, "Greetings great warriors. I sense there is a dark rage burning within you and, in time, it will destroy you with its madness. Only the last power of the Precursors can save you. Destroy my enemies, the creatures you call the Metal Heads. Bring me twenty-five of their skull gems and I will teach you how to control these powers." They turned to leave, but the Oracle's voice boomed behind them, "Wait! You are welcomed back to this world, child. When the time comes, you shall play an important role in saving us, side-by-side with the Dark One." This was obviously directed at Raye, since she knew Jak was the "Dark One."
"What do you mean, back to this world?" She asked.
"Time shall reveal all to you." The Oracle told her before its eyes dimmed. Raye walked out, more confused than ever.
"Raye, what was it talking about?" Jak asked, almost as confused as his friend.
Raye turned around, "To tell you the truth, Jak, I really don't know." She admitted half-heartedly.
Raye hopped off of the zoomer Jak had stolen from a citizen in the slums, "I didn't know that one guy could say so many curse words in one breath." She commented. Jak shrugged and walked into the bar and Krew flew down in front of him.
"You two are turning out to be quite useful, 'ey? Mmmm, I have another task for you. The Sewers(a/n: why do they capitalize everything!) used to be a fabulous smuggling route for me before the Baron installed security devices." Krew growled.
"And before those late night snack runs kept you from fitting out the front door." Daxter said.
"Daxter..." Raye scolded, though the harsh tone was ruined by the fact she was giggling madly.
"I've bet you've hatched another 'brilliant' plan in that hungry little brain of yours," Jak said, tapping the side of his head, "So... who or what do we have to shake down, knock out, or blow up?"
Krew tapped his fingers together, "Well, I need someone to go down and shoot every Sentry Gun in the Sewers, and I'll give you a sweet weapon upgrade if you succeed.
Daxter picked that moment to, of course, open his large mouth, "Let me guess... dank, murky water?" Krew nodded, "Reeks worse than your breath at an oyster fest?" Krew glared at the rodent, but Daxter didn't get the hint, "Fuller o' Metal Heads than your plate at a one pass buffet?" The fat man looked ready to kill, "And of course, weapons more lethal than your 'ever so tighty whiteys' on a hot summer day?" Daxter pinched a fold of fat and Krew slapped at his paw, "Listen donut hole, why don't we float around here looking hot and heavy, and you go roto-root the pipes?"
Raye put her hand over his mouth yet again as Jak stepped forward, "We're not doing anything until you tell us why Metal Heads are trading with the Baron's forces!" He told Krew. Raye sighed. This was not going to go well.
Krew flew into Jak's face, "I should have had you both knee-capped, 'ey? All I know is that the Baron cut a desperate deal with the Metal Head leader. Mmmmm, Metal Heads need eco, so the Baron supplies them with regular shipments. In return, the Metal Heads agreed to attack the city just enough to satisfy the Baron's continued rule."
Raye scoffed, "I betcha that deal won't last long."
"Well, the Baron is running short on eco, 'ey? And the Metal Heads are short on patience. Baron Praxis NEEDS this war to keep in power. Otherwise, the city would put the true ruler on the throne, wherever that little brat is."
Jak glared, "Raye and I will clear the Sewers. And we haven't forgotten about those weapon upgrades you promised in return." He said, walking out with Raye, who now had Daxter on her shoulder, behind him.
"Bloodsuckers!" Krew muttered as they left.
"Jak are you sure that was smart?" Daxter asked, trying his hardest to peer down Raye's shirt without being caught. Unfortunately for him, Raye did catch him. She smacked him, hard, and he fell to the ground. Jak laughed as Daxter picked himself off the ground.
"Little rodent pervert." Raye muttered, walking off. Jak followed her, still laughing as Dax climbed onto his shoulder, muttering curse words under his breath.
DR: Hee hee! Daxter got smacked, Daxter got smacked! I'm sorry for the perverted-ness, but I couldn't resist. It is, after all, Daxter the Womanizing rat.
Daxter: Ottsel!
DR: Whatever. Chapter 9 is done though, so that's always good. Okay, next Chappie, the Sewer mission/trumpets sound/
Random Reader/sarcastically/ Hoo-ra.
DR/Pulls out Vulcan Fury/
Random Reader: MEEP/runs away/
DR: That's what I thought. B.T.W. , I'm skipping the sewer mission. It isn't really vitally important about to the story line, and I really just don't like it, so it's gettin' skipped. And if anyone is confused about the thing that the Oracle said, again I shall say don't worry. It will all become much clearer as the story goes on. R&R people. And if anyone starts singing the "Don't worry, be happy song," I'll kill them.