Yeps. I is back. Thank you guys for the reviews. Everytime I read one I felt bad. I love you man!...sorry. You people make my writing ego a little less extreme. Don't you feel so special? I just got back from Oak Island, NC (a.k.a. The Beach) and I got wilder, funnier, tanner ideas. P

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Jak grabbed my hand and helped me on the blue aircraft (hell, I don't know what it's called!). He started the engine and hovered slowly in the air. Daxter sat in the center, who's hands I had to constantly slap when he was tempted to push a button. I took my helmet off and rested my hand on the top side of the door. The air was heavy and it was extremely loud, due to the shooting and crashing.

Veger had shown up at headquarters yesterday. It was the exact same scene as it was supposed to be in the game, since I was too nervous to talk. When Ashelin assigned missions she wouldn't talk to me let alone look at me. She would say 'Jak and Daxter'. I didn't care, but Daxter had piped up, 'Kirsten too.' She just ignored him. It was better that way. I didn't even want to talk to her. Everytime Ashelin and I were around each other, Daxter and Torn took watch. It was pretty irritating.

Jak had finally ascended. I looked around at the mayhem that was taking place. Aircrafts shooting each other down, bombs flying, collisions. I clutched the side of the seat as we jerked forward. I had finally gotten used to Jaks sudden take-offs. We flew around the area a few times and received our first shot from a KG plane. Jak turned to face it and shot it. Just then I pointed my finger at a yellow lantern. Jak turned and blew it up with one blast of the built-in gun. He turned and blew up another. He continued for about five minutes when about a zillion more popped up. I sighed. He grinned as if he was amused at my tiredness. Suddenly he jerked and we were hit by another aircraft. I wasn't aware of this and was half-dangling out of the seat. I slid back in and cursed under my breath. Jak hit about three more planes, and got back to the lantern security. For the rest of the time we glided around shooting. Then it was time to destroy the "Bigger defense". Jak pulled back a clutch gear and slid his hand over a short board of green buttons, causing them all to turn green. I turned my head to look at him and then focused my eyes on the missile that had slid slowly, from the front on the top of the craft. Jak shouted over the noise,

"Fire the missile at the tower!"

"Uh, right!", I responded.

I lightly pressed my finger on a screen located between the seats and aimed on an upper monitor (sorta like a DS). I moved the target around, grasped a lever with the other and squeezed two twin buttons. I felt the seats vibrate and watched as the missile projected at the security tower. It hit the top, just as it was about to fire at us. Daxter pressed a red button and pointed dramatically at the next one,

"Aim, FIRE!"

I wiggled my finger and jammed the two sides of the handle. But the propeller-looking folds spun around. Before we knew it, our safety wing had been shot off,

"Shit SHIT, SHIT!", Daxter panicked.

I turned abrubtly and stared at the smoking side of the engine,

"THE ENGINE WAS SHOT TOO!", I cryed. Jak looked too. When he turned back his face looked grave. I pushed the button Daxter had previously pushed when Jak yelled,

"Careful! We only have one emergency projectile!"

"Okay!" I responded, aiming again. I aimed carefully this time. Quickly, I pressed my hand again and was happy to see it eliminate the tower. Two more. I sighed as Daxter pushed the button again. But as I reached again for the panel, my hand met something warm. I looked down and saw that Jak was doing it this time. He watched my eyes, smiling. I smiled back and removed my hand so he could get the shot. He aimed and fired perfectly. Turning slowly this time, as not to upset the engine, he destroyed another. I felt relieved that we were finished. I always hated that part of the game. We began to slowly descend as I put my helmet back on. The wide door above us closed as we neared the ground. I felt the aircraft rock a little as he tried a smooth landing. He turned it off as Daxter and I hopped out. The ottsel hopped on my shoulder and I followed Jak. We walked around wearily, down a few corridors and saw a few red KG bots. He let down his gun from his back as did I. He began shooting as I loaded mine. I mounted the firearm he gave me on my shoulder and took care of one, since he already got the other ones. After that, we continued up the slanted flooring. After a bit of running we found our nice little propeller. Daxter hopped off my shoulder and made his way to the pipe. He jumped in and, just like the game, I could here his little hands and feet climbing up it. We then saw him grab the wire on the ceiling and wobble around quickly to the other side. He dropped down and climbed up onto the platform. He reached out and pulled back the switch. The propeller slowed down and Daxter came running and jumped on Jak's shoulder. He stood up and we walked across the crevice and climbed the leveled ground. I walked ahead of Jak and waved my arms shouting,

"Yoohoo!"

Jak turned and looked at me like I was crazy and said,

"What are you doing?"

"The KG robots attacks are based on sound and thermal sensors."

"How do you know all this?"

"Torn told me."

He stared at me with a cocked eyebrow for a moment and shrugged. I looked at the robots. They seemed to notice and began shooting. I tugged on Jak's arm and we hid behind the wall. The aerial bots kept causing gunfire. They shot fellow KG's to lessen our problem. I peaked my head and watched as they decreased in number. Slightly. Jak got in front of me and climbed up the wall. I followed and we shot most of them but ran away from the rest since they weren't ever going to be destroyed. Damn war factory. We walked and walked. Robots popping up here and there. Daxter doing work everywhere. Walking. Running. Jumping. Shooting. Even a tad of driving. We had finally reached the certain area with a certain someone. We turned the corner and there he was. Errol. He looked scarier in real life. I straightened up, putting a hateful look in my eyes just in case Jak looked at my reaction. After all, I told him that he killed my parents. I even stopped breathing. He'd notice since my breathing was a bit audible in my helmet. Jak seemed to become aware of it and glanced at me for a second.

Errol began speaking but I didn't listen. I kept thinking about what would happen if Jak or Daxter talked about my non-existent parents. Maybe Errol would ignore it. Or maybe he remembers his victims and will say I'm lying? Dear God I hope they don't say anything.

"You killed Kirsten's parents, you monster!" Daxter boomed.

Fucking great. I jerked my head up and stared from from the annoying rat to the big red half-robot-half-human-kill-me-in-one-flick Errol. Errol frowned and stared at me,

"Take off your helmet" he ordered.

I hesitated and took it off. My long blonde hair fell down my back and I shivered slightly. But I still glared at him. He looked at my face. I stared back at him. After what seemed like hours he grinned,

"Yes, I remember now"

My mouth slightly fell, and my eyes widened.

"You- you remember kill-killing, MY parents?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes. Your full name, Kirsten Ann Scott"

I dropped my helmet and my breathing increased. That was it. That WAS my real name! But I didn't get it. I had lived my whole life on earth. My whole life with My mom. I've never seen this place before! And if in the past he killed any guardians of mine it would've been my mom. My real dad lived far, far away. I would've remembered! It just wasn't possible!

"It- that-" I stuttered.

Jak eyed me. He looked a bit confused. I gulped and looked at him. Then I looked back at Errol,

"Errol…you…..you killed my parents?"