Corad: Ok...I'm back again. Sorry for the wait guys. I hope this chapter will make up for it. If not, at least I tried. Thanks to all those who reviewed. You guys are all so nice! Reviews make me update faster, so if you spare a minute or two to review and tell me if ya like or not, the next chappie will be up sooner.
I don't own Jak or Daxter. We've been through this, how many times? Like...15 or 16...anyhow, but I own most this plot, if not all. Enjoy the next chapter.
Chapter 15 – Erol meets Ashelin
"Ok, get out," Jak spat, standing up off the bench and rounding on Erol who hadn't moved. The older elf looked up at Jak, before getting steadily to his feet and walking slowly to the edge. He took one last glance at Jak, before leaping out, and landing heavily on the pavement below. Jak followed seconds later, and had his gun already pointing at Erol in case. "We move quickly. No funny business, or I will shoot you; no questions asked," he snapped, prodding his gun in Erol's side.
Jak watched as Erol rolled his eyes at him, before he turned around and headed across the large bridge to the other side of the port. He kept at a safe distance, his morph gun set to peace maker again at the ready. "So, when we ah, get there, what do we do with him?" Daxter asked, referring to the HQ. Jak mumbled something in return. His mind at the moment wasn't set on answering his furry friend, but making sure he got Erol to the HQ as soon as he could.
"Ok, fine. I won't say anything else then," the ottsel spat, after realizing Jak wasn't in the mood for conversations. He kept quiet for the rest of the trip, gripping the green eco canister tightly in his paws. "Jak, where are we going?" Jak heard Erol ask from in front suddenly.
"We're going to the slums, which has now been upgraded. We have head quarters for the freedom league there. Just keep quiet and I'll lead the way," Jak sneered, striding past Erol and handing Daxter his gun, in which he took the canister. "Dax, if he shows any sign of threat, shoot. I'm going to be guiding the way, and I can't watch him at the same time," he whispered to Daxter, who had turned around on the shoulder pad to face Erol. He had the morph gun held securely in his hands, and had his little claws on his feet digging into the pad.
"What do you think I am Jak? Now you've got your rataiming a gun atme," Erol said, after seeing Daxter glaring at him with the gun at eye level. Jak rolled his eyes and ignored him. Instead, he walked swiftly down the path, and into the industrial section. He could hear Erol struggling to keep up, and had a feeling he knew why. When he first laid his eyes on him, he knew his physical state had been degraded, probably due to living out in the weapons factory for months.
The three spent the next fifteen minutes walking quickly to the HQ. They passed by the rest of the industrial section, the slums area which hadn't been upgraded, and on to the HQ district. They approached the large building shortly afterwards, and Jak led Erol to the entrance lift. "On," he hissed, pointing to the lift and taking his gun back from Daxter. Erol growled repugnantly at him, but got onto the lift anyway. Jak followed, and they stood side by side, waiting for the lift to rise.
When it had reached the top, the doors slid open, and Jak stepped into the large room. He glanced back at Erol, and motioned for him to follow. Erol walked out slowly, and stood patiently behind Jak. "Ashelin? Ashelin? Are you in here?" Jak called, glancing around the room as Daxter leapt off and scurried over to the round table in the centre. Jak could here muttering coming from behind one of the large control panels at the back of the room. He guessed Ashelin was fixing it or something.
"Jak, I'm over here! This stupid thing just gave up working. Called Torn to come have a look and he said…..Erol…" she said, standing up straight and looking at Erol who was standing perfectly still, arms crossed. "Yes, I found him while looking for this. Here ya go," Jak said, placing the green eco canister on the table next to Daxter. Ashelin kept a deep glare on Erol as she approached Jak. "What is he doing here? You said he was dead. Jak, how can he be…." Ashelin snapped, beginning to look as if she was panicking.
"Ashelin. Calm down. He can tell you his own story. I brought him back with us, because he mentioned something about another war. And…he wanted to see you," he replied, turning to see Erol's eyes locked on his own. Ashelin sighed heavily, while she fumbled around the main controls on the table. He could hear her murmuring under her breath obnoxiously. "Ok. I want to question Erol. Jak, it may be best if you leave. I want to force as much as I can out of him. There's no way I'll ever trust him again, without the proof he won't betray the city once more," she snapped, placing her hand unconsciously on her hand gun. Jak eyed her ruefully, before he called for Daxter to get back on his shoulder. The ottsel clambered up onto the shoulder pad seconds later, and Jak turned to leave.
"By the way Jak. Thank you for the green eco. The ward will be most grateful," Ashelin said gently, and Jak watched her as she motioned Erol to come forward. Jak saw the look on Erol's face when he passed him. It was anxious at the same time as determined. "Come on Jak, let's just get outta here. We'll see if the bar has any business this afternoon," the ottsel said softly, so Jak turned and boarded the lift. He could hear Ashelin and Erol arguing loudly, and dropped his head down.
He hoped that Ashelin would be ok after her conversation with Erol. If Erol was to do anything to her, Jak promised death to him. Once the lift had reached ground level, Jak walked out, and turned to see Keira waving at him from the other side of the fountain again. By the looks of it, she was trying to beckon Jak over. "Hey Jak! Quick!" she shouted at him, so he decided to see what she wanted.
"Hi Keira. What's wrong?" he asked once he'd stopped beside her. Keira turned to him, and motioned to her zoomer. "Jak, my father wants to speak with you. He's in the underground, so I'll take you there," she replied, swinging a leg over the seat and sitting down. Jak raised an eyebrow, before taking a seat behind her. "So, what's the deal, Keira?" Daxter asked loudly before Keira got a chance to turn the engine on.
"I told you. My father wants to speak with Jak. Didn't tell me why, just said it was urgent. Apparently Torn's there too," she shouted, before kicking the zoomer into action and driving it forward. Jak held tightly onto her waist, and Daxter held tightly onto Jak. They spent the next few minutes flying to the old underground, avoiding traffic, and attempting to fly low. Keira gave up though when she narrowly missed a squad of guards, and battled it out instead with the zoomers above.
Shortly afterwards, the zoomer slowed down, and Keira stopped it smoothly in front of the underground entrance. She turned to Jak, and smiled lightly. "I'll see you later Jak. Don't forget to pop around later for the new racing tournament rules," she said happily, waiting patiently as Jak got off the zoomer. He waved at her as she moved forward, and out into the busy street. "So, I wonder what Old green stuff wants this time?" the ottsel groaned, crossing his arms. Jak rolled his eyes at his furry friend's bored tone.
"I just hope it's something useful," Jak replied, turning to the underground entrance. The door slid open, and Jak wandered down the stairs slowly. He entered the main section of the underground, and saw two concerned faces glancing up at him from the desk.
Corad: OMG! Look at the time! Ok, I've gotta be quick here. Night seems to be drifting rapidly away. I hope this chapter didn't bore ppl. It's still getting started, and it's still kinda boring in places. Well, if any one reviews, it'll make me happy and the next chappie will be up in a couple of days. See ya my fellow readers and reviewers!
