-1I'm back. And I still don't own Jak and Daxter. Enjoy.
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"You're lost!" Torn pushed his dark dreadlocks out of his eyes as he snorted in response. His furry orange travel companion had been saying that for the last hour, staring into the forest to their left. "I told you it would take a week." "It's only been two days!" ,the ottsel flung himself backwards, fully exasperated. Dax went flying into the dashboard as the captain of the Freedom League hit the breaks hard. "Sundown. We'll eat then get some rest." The boy slowly pulled his face from the dash, placing his feet against it to pry himself away. "Mmph mid mphat mun mpumos." Torn smirked pulling the ottsel free. "Why would I do that on purpose?"
The small orange rat rolled up invisible sleeves as he marched towards Torn. "Why I ought-a!" The brown haired man rolled his eyes and took out their food, ignoring him. "Neither of us like this, but we're stuck with it. So let make the best of it and not fight" ,he glanced at Dax with raised eyebrows before tossing the ottsel a small sandwich. "If you get us killed, I'll never work with you again." Torn, tensed, slowly stopping the chewing of his food and setting what was left down. Daxter gulped, having heard the same scraping sound as Torn. The older man slowly drew his gun, heading in the direction of the sound, close to the tree line.
Torn jumped back as a brightly colored bird flew out of the trees, narrowly missing his head. Still watching the trees, he put his gun back in his holster, calming his shaking nerves. "Aw. Did the little bird rattle Mr. Grumpy" ,Dax asked with a grin. The man simply picked up his sandwich, shaking his head as he shifted to watch the trees. He knew for a fact the a small bird couldn't have made that sound. By the time they finished eating in silence, or rather Torn's silence, as Daxter never stopped talking, it was dark. "Sleep rat." Daxter opened his mouth to protest, only to be cutoff by his own yawn. With a nod, he curled up in the passenger seat, resting his head on his tail. Torn shook his head and laid down on the ground, staring up at the dark sky.
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Jak stared up at the stars with bright blue eyes, feeling the hard rooftop beneath him. As he lowered heavy lids upon gleaming orbs, a smile crossed his face. He was back in Sandover. Kiera was to his right, staring up with him at the sky. Still, something was wrong, an important part missing. With a laugh, a small red-head came skidding up in front of them. In his hands were various sugary treats. He plopped down to Jak's left, passing candies out to his two companions. Now everything was right. The three of them, sitting there, best friends and at each others sides forever. Suddenly things changed.
Jak stared in shock, for the first time in his life, he wanted to scream. He wanted to shout till his lungs burst. Within seconds his best friend was sent flying out of the dark pit, his body changed into that of an animal. Nothing would ever be the same now. At that point, it was only the two of them, even when she was there, he felt guilty, he had to make a point of being at his side. Being with him through thick and thin was fine and all, but she refused to be there with them. The scene changed again in his mind. He stared down with warped vision at the small creature he had called friend.
The purple haze clouded his vision, making the form almost indistinguishable. Word were coming to his ears, but they were hard to hear. The image quickly became clear as his friend stood, cowering in his ottsel from before him. His vision when back to normal, and he was fighting. Were was his friend? The world was being shaken up. He didn't have enough dark or light eco to transform. From what he could see, he was running out of bullets. He wasn't sure how they got in, but they were attacking, and he couldn't think about it. Their glowing yellow eyes stared down at him, he was out of ammo.
The sight of bullets whizzing past his head told him back up was here, and that he should duck. In moments it was over, the blue armored figures cleaning up the human casualties as the dark eco found its way to his bruised body. Torn was sitting at a table, cleaning the deep cut he received when blocking a Metalhead from Jak. They alone had been fighting, the other men dieing rather early on in the fight. He saw his friend, near the back of the room, staring in shock. He glanced over his shoulder and watched as Daxter got farther away, riding on Torn's shoulder. Frowning, he looked back at Ashelin, listening to what he had to do. With a gasp, he sat up, wide eyes staring at the first ray's of the sunrise.
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Dax glanced back, hoping the man who's shoulder he sat on didn't see. He saw his friend's back, green-blond hair on his head and a gun strapped to him. He was talking to Ashelin, like nothing was happening. Daxter looked back front, a fake smile plastered on his face. With a jerk, he snapped awake. A large hand shook him from his sleep. "Rise and shine hero" ,Torn's rough voice was inches away from Dax's ear. "Hey" ,he jumped up glaring at the older man "Two words :Personal space!" Torn pushed down hard on the petal, sending the car screeching forward.
Daxter looked out at the sky as he rubbed sleep from his furry face. His eyes widened as he realized the sun was just starting to rise. "Hey! Tattooed wonder! What are we doing leaving now?" Torn glared down at the rat before returning his eyes to the path in front of them. "The more traveling we do, the faster we will get there." Despite the fact that his logic worked, the ottsel just wouldn't hear it. "Well why wake me up?" When no answer came, he settled down into his seat for a long day, sticking his tongue out at the surly man.
After three hours of driving, the orange ottsel was growing very board. He had taken up looking through the vehicle for something interesting. The boy was soon stopped at the glove compartment, trying to pry it open. When Torn asked him what he was doing, he replied that there was only one good reason for it to be locked, something interesting had to be in it. Despite enjoying watching Daxter become frustrated with it, Torn wasn't enjoying the long string of vulgar words spewing from the seat next to him. How did such a young boy learn so many foul words?
The brunette reached over, slamming his fist into the top of the dash, causing the compartment to fall open. Dax gasped in joy as he snuggled a bottle of strange blue liquid. With a groan, Torn imagined how much of a headache a drunk ottsel would be. Daxter raised his and in a fist to Torn, waiting for the other to bump their fists together. When the older man only shot him a questioning look, the orange kid proceeded to show him what he was supposed to do. "Come on, even Ashelin knows how to do that!" The captain of the guard only shook his head, not really caring. With a sigh of contentment, Dax opened the bottle and started to drink it.
Torn recoiled at the sight of the small ottsel chugging the strong smelling liquid. He scoffed at the boy who had started leaning far back to get the last of the thick alcohol to drip into his mouth. As Dax put down the bottle, Torn couldn't help but hope he was a quiet drunk. Unfortunately it wasn't so. A sloppy wet kiss was placed on his cheek, causing his to swerve and hit the brakes in shock. The ottsel was rubbing his head against the mans arm. "You know wha buddy? I luv ya man! We, hic, should do tis mur offen." Torn was suddenly feeling very sorry for Jak, wondering just how many times Daxter had done this. The ottsel flopped back into the seat, singing the first things that came to his mind. "Iiiiiiii Sometiimesss feeeeeel so verryyyyy very..." His voice trailed off as he fell asleep, curled up in the seat. As Torn started driving, he couldn't help but wonder if he could get away with leaving Daxter there.
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"Honestly. Onin has nothing to say. She can't, Braaww, help you. So leave. You are interrupting my siesta time" ,Pecker shooed the tall blond out of the tent with a scowl. Jak jumped as his communicator went off. A frown crossed his face as the next to last voice he wanted to hear beamed at him from the communicator. "Hey pretty boy. I could use a hand like your's out here."
"What do you want? Shouldn't you be blowing something up?" The voice beamed at him through the communicator. "My thinking exactly! Come meet me outside the Naughty Ottsel. I could use your help with my latest mission." Rubbing his temple, Jak sighed, "I don't have much time to spare Jinx. I need to go talk with Vin." Silence. "Fine. I'll just take a guard. Vin needs more help than I do seeing how he doesn't have a body and all. Catch you later Blondie."
With a grimace, Jak rubbed his temples. As much as he didn't want to think about Dax and his mission, Jinx only would have made things worse. So he pulled the board off his back ad raced towards the little room that Vin called home. With out though, he ducked and weaved through the people and traffic, his mind far from Haven city. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had realized where he was and dismounted from the hover board, walking the rest of the way into the electronic filled room. "W-W-who's th-there?" The excited question snapped Jak out of his musing. With a sly grin, "It's only me Vin. Switch to decaf." A hologram face appeared before him. "Oh. I don't drink coffee. Not that I can anymore, but Torn always told me to avoid caffeine." "Good thinking. Now what am I here for? Your the computer wiz."
A screen popped up in front of him. On it was the seal of Mar, but slightly modified somehow. "I found this in the databanks. Those number next to it are coordinates. When I went to access it, I found a blueprint for a city!" "So?" Jak still wasn't sure what he was needed for. "This isn't just any city Jak! It's different from Haven City! It-" Vin stopped as the building shook as a loud bang echoed through the city. The dark hero looked around with interest as He tried to keep on his feet. "W-what was t-t-that?" The blond man shook his head for a second before turning to Vin. "We can talk about the city in a bit. I think Jinx might need some help!" He dashed out, his communicator in hand, calling the wayward explosives tech to find his location.
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Hey! Sorry it took so long to continue. First my home computer caught a virus and crashed, then I couldn't find the writer program on my new laptop(I'm electronically stupid), then I was swamped with college courses. There is nothing like a degree in anthropology and psychology to really suck your time. Anyways….I'm back, temporarily. I hope to be able to keep updating, but you ever know. Thanks for the patience.
