1Here I am once more, presenting another day and another chapter in the Interference legacy. And luckily my life has burdened me with more projects, especially in my Theatre class where I must develop multiple scripts as well as take on the roles as a dead man, a priest, and a Geisha. Just read the chapter dearies.

Interference

Chapter 4: Actuality

Although the stranger looked strong enough for most obstacles, Jak didn't think it would be too much of a problem in beating whatever test he had. Daxter, somewhat agitated, "Jak, I sure wish you had turned down the offer. The last thing I need is another whacko adventure for the entire planet wrecking my entire life, as well as taking a few of my tail hairs off every time!"

"Really? I would have thought you the type to leap at every chance to be a big star."

"I would, but every time you do it, it always ends up involving legions of Metal-Heads and polar opposites of the most powerful beings in the universe! At least those last two adventures did."

Jak grinned and stayed silent. They could argue all day, but it wouldn't change how they would back each other up in a bad situation, even if one was three times smaller and reluctantly had no way actually fighti–

Suddenly, a chunk of concrete smacked Jak across his face, narrowly missing Daxter as well. He cringed and felt his feet slip out from under him. His back hit the ground harshly, and he was able to stay focused long enough to see the kid looming over him, "I'm Desmond by the way, and you just failed terribly," And that said he began to walk off. He didn't seem to be going in a random direction, but seemed also to just be taking a tour of the city's landscape. Jak took a moment to compose himself. He placed one hand on his busted face and winced as a sharp sting lanced through his entire left side, "I failed? What the hell was the test?"

"I threw a rock at you and it knocked you down. You clearly couldn't handle the situation. Therefore you fail, and ultimately proves that you are useless, no matter how badass your goatee may make you look."

"You all right Jak?" Daxter said nervously. Jak had been totally caught off guard, something that would rarely happen. This time, however, he was being beaten and ridiculed by this...idiot. Jak shoved Daxter off his chest, not violently but rather annoyingly, and retrieved the same chunk of concrete that had bounced off his face. Desmond was about a few feet away, possibly fifteen. Jak began running toward him, bouncing the chunk in his hands. He tossed it with all his strength at Desmond and continued charging.

Just as the rock was just a few inches away from cracking against Desmond's skull, the silver dressed stranger whirled around and knocked the concrete away with his hand. It stung, but at least he caught sight of it with a subtle backwards glance. He turned and grinned as Jak approached, "That was a nice try, but honestly Jak you can't touch—"

The next second Jak hurtled into Desmond, something he hadn't expected. Both tumbled close to the edge of the street and dangerously close to the water. Desmond felt Jak's fist collide against his face as a wave of hot pain flew across his skin. He got one of his knees to bend and shove his boot against Jak's chest and kicked violently. With a loud release of air, Jak flew off Desmond, who was gripping his face as it swelled. His past demeanor was demolished; no cockiness, no good jabs at hairdo's, no sharp comments. Just a guy that was just as young as his adversary in both age and experience, but not by much. Finally, Desmond stared at Jak in disbelief as his face twisted into a fit of rage, "You– you– YOU HIT ME! EEEEEEE!" He gripped at his face once more. Simply talking made it sting. Jak sat up, smiling, when Daxter padded up next to Jak "Really? I thought he was hitting a nutty lurker, ain't that right Jak?" Daxter said confidently as he returned to his position on Jak's shoulder.

Jak attempted to respond, but he was still recovering air. That kick had hurt more than he had thought, and coming from someone this small to him was surprising. He had barely reached Torn's neck it seemed a while ago.

"HEY! Don't make fun of me! Ow!" Desmond exclaimed, once again in a fit caused by Daxter's remark and his aching jaw. He moved it around cautiously testing out its flexibility. When he was certain that it wasn't broken he straightened his stance. Jak purposely thought this guy would have some kind of backup weapon, or at least put up a fight, but he seemed reluctant to even start a scuffle. He flinched as he rubbed his jaw and suddenly ran forward, his leg sweeping over and kicking Jak flank. Jak let out another repetitive gasp of air as he toppled over. Desmond stood over Jak, scowling, "Isn't so funny now, is it green haired wonder?" Jak swerved his leg around, knocking Desmond's his and landing roughly onto the cement ground. Not taking any chances for Desmond to recover, Jak yanked him up and dragged to the edge of the port. He had a great urge to toss the kid into the lake and be done with him, but he was curious on what this weirdo was here for. And honestly, Desmond seemed terrified of the water. He began to squirm fiercely as Jak held him aloft over the water by the collar, "GAH! Leggo! I can't get wet! This suit can't get wet! LEGGO!"

"It can't? I beg to differ," Jak stretched his arms out a little farther, causing a shriek from Desmond. Jak stared in surprise at the sheer terror coming from Desmond.

"All right, you pass, I'll let you in on what's going on, just LEGGO!" Jak complied.

A few minutes later, after peace had been made, the duo was following Desmond down the street. They might have questioned his sense of direction, but he seemed to be following a tiny digital map he squinted at in his hand. He spoke as they walked, "So from the rumors I've heard, you're the guys that made Errol into rust bucket, am I right?"

"Yeah, but were did you hear these 'rumors'. Cause you sure haven't heard from here if you just got here." Daxter exclaimed loudly. He personally didn't care for what Desmond had to do, and personally despised him.

"That'll come in time. And that wasn't part of your winnings from winning the test. Bottom line, I have to come down on this dump of a planet and get rid of some interlopers."

""Interlopers?"

"Yep, two bozo's who landed here last night. The guys in the higher ups don't like what they're doing, so they sent me to make sure they don't get away with what their planning."

A pause, "Which is?"

"I don't know," Desmond said annoyingly.

"Woah hold on, your supposed to stop two maniacs from carrying out an evil plot, but you don't even know what it is?" Jak stammered. He was beginning to think that this was a bad idea.

"Jak, I don't even know where they are. For all I know, they could actually be on the other side of the planet right now."

"So this is just a wild goose chase?"

"Not entirely. This is a wild duo of diabolic plottings goose chase."

"But that's not much of a big difference." Daxter commented.

"It's the thought that counts. And personally, I–" Desmond stopped talking as the machine started up a piercing siren. He hastily muted the siren and fidgeted with the machine excitedly, "HEY! What's going on with your little gadget?" Daxter said, craning his body over Desmond's shoulder.

"HAHA! Those idiots just gave away their position! But I didn't expect high-grade Dark Proximity Holed Explosives, but hey its not available on this rock, so it must be them!"

"How far away are they?" Jak said.

Before Desmond could answer, they all turned behind them at the sound of Jak's name being called, rather urgently. A woman that Jak and Daxter had known all their lives was running as fast as she could to reach them. He unfurled sapphire hair waved fluently as she ran. She bent low and began stammering out incoherent words. Following close behind was Ashelin who looked in much better shape to explain what was going on than Keira, "Jak, Sig just sent us a message that Spargus was just attacked."

Jak gaped at both of them. Spargus had no enemies left. The marauders had been beaten down so the desert was possibly the most safest place if you had provisions and shelter, "By who? Are the Metal Heads back?"

"We don't know! Bombs just went off randomly. The main turret was destroyed and the Palace almost crumbled. It barely standing Jak, Sig needs help before something like this happens again."

Desmond poked the machine again and glanced back up at Ashelin, "Oh well what a coincidence! According to this, my targets are in Spargus too. You guys think they were caught in the boombing, cause that totally would have made my job a whole lot easier..." He stopped as everyone's eyes planted themselves on him He stared back, eyes squinted as he finally got the message, "Ahhhhh, that makes perfect sense. Well then, shall we go?"

Keira perked up, "There a ship that'll take us over to Spargus at the workshop. We can circle over it to get a larger look at the area."

"Sounds good. Care to lead the way?"

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The desert sands swirled noisily around the two clothed figure as they walked past the rubble. One walked forward and straight, the air of a leader around him. The other was walking backwards, head craned upward, staring in amazement at the surviving pieces of the palace. A large sliver of the side of the palace had been blown clean away, making it like a thin stick wavering in the wind. The sun was clouded by the sand that surrounded the city, but it was plenty hot even without it. No one was walking in the street. The city was in a panic. Right now, the ones who had kept their heads were assembled in the Arena for Sig's statement on the current situation. That was the best place to announce things now with the palace out of commission. Finally, Paska flipped around, his loose clothes waving wildly with his motions, "Are we going to blow anything else up Dakit?"

"Not today. Right now we need to procure a way across the desert and the only way to do that is to steal one." Dakit ended the sentence with a happy hiss, apparently enjoying the thought.

"Do you know how to drive one of those big things?"

"...Well, no not actually, but I'm sure it will only take a moment to get a grasp of things."

It was only a few minutes before they were in the gates vicinity, checking out the selection of cars assembled before them. The monstrous gate would open for them once they got a car revving, but right now it was closed off. Paska hopped in one Sandshark and began pressing random triggers and buttons when the guns suddenly fired off a burst of Eco. He screamed in surprise and once his ears stopped ringing he pressed it again and shivered from the vibrations that rocked the car, "Dakit! I like this one!" Dakit moved over to it and slid himself into the drivers seat. He bounced in the seat to get a feel of the leather. When he felt satisfied, he began searching for the ignition. He found the keys in their place, but didn't bother turning them and continued pressing random buttons. Paska observed this and began pressing all the other switches that Dakit hadn't.

They had done a large deal of this over and over again until a loud voice shouted over them, "HEY, what are you two doin'?" When they saw where the voice had come from, they saw a large, chubby man with a rather long gun-staff he was carrying. Sulking on his shoulder plate was an ottsel, or to be more precise, the previous Count Vegar. Before they answered Paska whispered harshly to Dakit, "Do you think he's one of them Dakit? Do ya?"He was rather excited about the answer, "No way. Look how he sitting on that fat dopes shoulder. Why would they do that? I wouldn't be caught dead doing something like that."

"Ya, bu you know about those two guys I heard about? One of em' does that."

"That's because he's an absolute fool, but don't even pay attention to either of them, got it?" Paska nodded, noticing that Kliever was getting close enough to hear them.

Kliever towered over the two, his enormous moustache arched in a snarl, "I asked you two a question. What in Precursor's name are you doing here. You know citizens aren't allowed to just waddle around in a situation like this. Get back inside."

Dakit kept his head low and looked up cheerfully, "Sorry pops, didn't know we had to follow those rules. Just thought we would go for a spin!" He confidently punched the center button, waiting for the car to blast off. He retained eye contact as he awaited ignition. Kliever didn't blink as the stranger began punching the button multiple times, mumbling to himself harshly.

The other bloke, rather meek in his opinion, was trying to poke at other buttons and he could ear their small voices, "No, no its this one!" "Nuh uh! That one!" "Stop you idiot!" "OUCH! QUIT IT! Oh, what's that?"

The key turned easily and the car suddenly blasted off since Dakit's foot was planted on the pedal since he had gotten inside. Both screamed like madmen, neither taking notice of the steering wheel, which luckily stayed straight. The gate opened just in time for them to slip through. And they continued screaming until they were b oth out of sight and out of hearing distance. Kliever continued to stare in their direction. Vegar looked with a meager expression, "Your not going to go after them I hope?"

"Nar, would be a lot better for everyone if they never came back in my opinion."