I promise I'll write more often when summer's over, I still have a conference in Washington D.C., and pretty sure I'll be going to the beach at the end of the summer. When I get back in school I promise I'll get busy (my new school barely gives out homework so I'll have more time!). Otherwise I'm sorry. I was gonna update this chapter sooner, 'cept when I saved my file to my floppy disc, and went over to use my neighbor's computer, it wasn't there O.O
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Do you know how I felt? Wanna know what I was thinking? Stupid. This sucks. I was stuck trudging around in blue Freedom League armor, in a sweaty helmet, with a heavy gun. The other recruits were staring at me as if a huge scar was going down my face, which made me glower at them. The armor fit fine though. It was wavy and feminine, perfect to suit up a curvy young girl. But the duty made me proud. I got to patrol the area from the Naughty Ottsel to the metalhead section. This included up and down the enemy opening. I was also one of the few soldiers who had a built in walkie talkie so I could inform Torn of any large assaults in or around my patrol area, since it was included near the metalhead front. Work hours were short, and I got to keep the gun Jak gave me. He insisted. Torn said he was spoiling me. Daxter said I could kick more ass than a normal member of the service. The others could be jealous since I had access to zoomers, a good gun, and I could visit Torn anytime for any reason without being yelled at. Yep, verdict's in, I am guilty for prosperity of all that doesn't apply to Freedom League war service's, or in other words……..I really am spoiled. I was lucky too. Because my shift was over, according to the fuzzy sound my walkie-talkie started making.
"Are there any attacks?"
"Not that I can see. It looks like just a bunch of small metalheads"
"Anything out of control?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary. The recruits actually look kinda bored"
"Alright. Now head back to the Naughty Ottsel if you want. We should probably keep you close to Jak until Errol and Veger are stopped one way or another."
"How do you figure we'll do that?"
"No questions. Get moving"
I mocked him under my breathe, trying to muffle it.
"Don't push it"
I let out a long sigh and turned around. You couldn't outsmart Torn. Just couldn't. I would be doing this until the war was over. Or if somehow I got home. I didn't miss it . Well, except it was summer time and I was missing camp, my conference, the beach, my other camp, and my trips to Mawmaw's house. I wonder what was happening now. Maybe they were sitting in the living room next to the phone, in hopes for a phone call that someone found me. Maybe they went mad. Or maybe….maybe they just gave up and went back to there lives. I hoped not. But I was running low on hope. Stray tears began to form in my eyes, as I strained to hold sobs back that way Torn wouldn't pick the sound up. I cleared my throat and took off my helmet. The doors slid open and I began to take off my armor, when I suddenly froze. Yay……Jinx. I began to back out and put my armor back on. I stood next the door when I grin spread over my face. I jumped on a zoomer and headed toward the KG area. I think I would help Jak out. I squeezed the handlebars and went faster. As soon as I was in the enemy territory, I met sharp turns. I saw two blast bots and hopped off. But which one was Jak controlling? I hid behind a broke down exhaust box. They both shot at each other until one cringed lower and exploded. I winced. I hope that one….was NOT Jak. I continued watching. It ignored the soldiers but ah- it sure did crush a lot. But that's when I noticed it aiming and shooting at the other robots. I took the chance and ran in front of it. I waved enthusiastically and shouted,
"Hi mom!"
It looked down at me for a moment and began walking again. I chuckled and sprinted behind it. I pulled out my gun (/Which had the power and effects of the Plasmite RPG, and the peacemakers, first stage:) and began to fire at the multiple enemies who were ganging up on Jak. With every shot I stumbled but quickly regained my balance. Also, every once in a while they would attempt to shoot my hands, making me drop my gun. They were defiantly smarter than the Metalheads. After what seemed like an hour we reached the electric wall and I quickly ran behind a wall. The blast bot turned around and stared at me. I smiled softly a held a thumbs up. It began to walk toward the wall and exploded making the ground shake. I ducked and hid from the flying pieces of metal. I looked around and stood up. I got back on the zoomer and started back to the Naughty Ottsel. Freedom League patrols stared up at me with envy. I smirked behind my mask and looked ahead of me. Before I knew it, I was parking it and taking my helmet off again. Torn and Jak were sitting at the bar and Daxter was on it. They turned around and Dax leapt off. He climbed on my shoulder and yelled in my ear,
"Hi dad!"
I laughed and sat in between Torn and Jak and rested my head on my hands.
"I'd be your grandma then", Jak grinned at Daxter," I guess you'd want some cookies or something."
"Kirsten would be my son"
"Me your grandson"
"I your father"
"Your son I would be"
"And Torn would be my sister"
"A- wait, what?"
Torn rolled his eyes behind the cup he was drinking from.
"Oh you didn't know about him? Twice removed. Then placed again. Got married to Samos, removed once more and now he's my sister…….oh ya but he's an 'outsider'. No one likes him"
"HAHA"
Still drinking, Torn pulled out a gun and shot and inch from Daxter's nose and hit a mirror. Daxter yelled,
"What was that for"
I laughed at him. I rested my head again and watched them quarrel.
