AN: I changed some of the wording in here. But it's pretty much the same.
Chapter 1: The Dark Figure
Daxter stood in front of the Oracle waiting for it to speak to him.
When Jak suddenly disappeared three years ago it was chaos for the Freedom League. Torn sent out search parties all over the city. After three months they finally gave up. Daxter went to Seem after that to see if he knew anything. He suggested he go to the temple where one of the Great Oracles resided to see if it knew anything. Sig gladly took Daxter to the temple.
He somehow made his way to the Oracle that gave Jak his Light powers while Sig waited outside the temple. Daxter asked where Jak was but the Oracle said he would not tell. Then the Oracle went on how now that Daxter knew that he was a precursor that he needed to learn how to use the powers that came with being one and all that crap. That's when he received his first power, force fields.
Over the coarse of those three years he came back again and again to receive new powers, and now once again he stood in front of the Oracle to receive yet another power.
Daxter looked up to the Oracle.
"Young precursor. It is time again for you to learn yet another one of the powers that your race possesses." A light shown down on Daxter as he was lifted into the air and set back down, "I give you the power of transformation. A power that easily allows you to blend in with other races. Use it well, as you will need it soon." The Oracle's eyes faded and went back sleep.
Daxter turned and headed out the door.
'The power of transformation, huh?' then an idea popped up in his head. 'I can finally be an elf again!' he cheered inside his head. "Yahoo!" he yelled as he jumped up and down. "Wait till I tell-" and then he stopped mid sentence. 'That's right. Jak's missing. Probably dead.' Daxter shook the thought from his head. 'Anyway, if I'm going to be able to transform into an elf I'll need to get some clothes first.' he looked up to see he was already at the temple's entrance.
"Hey, cherry!" Sig greeted while leaning against the huge, desert vehicle. "How'd it go with the Oracle?"
"Good." Daxter said casually.
"What's it this time?" of course Sig knew about the powers that the Oracle gave Daxter. It was one of those things that Daxter just couldn't give up the opportunity to brag about. Though, the only people he didn't brag about it to were Torn and Ashelin, they would think he was crazy.
"Transformation." Sig nodded his head in thought.
"Well come on, cherry." he said as he and Daxter jumped into the vehicle. "I'll drop you of at the transport to Haven. I got a call a while back about a sandstorm hitting Spargus sometime soon, and I know you won't want to be here for that." Daxter just nodded in agreement.
"Ya, Damas told me and Jak that they'll rip the very flesh from your bones!"
"And, boy was he right. I've seen the bodies, not pretty. The only creatures that can stand that kind of storm are the the flying type of wasteland metalhead."
Daxter had spent a good hour or two walking along the streets of Haven before he finally came across a decent clothes store. He still liked the color red, and he wanted something comfy. As he grabbed a pair of tan pants, black boots, and a red tang top, he stopped to think for a moment.
'Hmm.' Daxter thought, 'I need something to go over the shirt, just incase.' the orange rodent looked around in the jacket department until he found something that caught his eye. A black leather jacket.
A big grin appeared on his face as he climbed the clothes rack and unhooked the hanger from it's place. Daxter sighed. Now to lug it all to the top of the counter.
Daxter tiredly pulled the shopping bag up the stairs to his room. He hopped up onto the bed and sighed. "Ugh, I hate stairs." he complained. "Well, let's see if these clothes fit." Honestly he didn't know what size he would be. So he just picked out clothes for Jak's size.
Daxter sat up on the bed. 'Wonder if this power works the same or not?' Daxter always controlled his other powers by thought. Why should this be any different? 'Okay, Orange Lightning. Just think elf.' Daxter thought to himself.
He started to feel a tingle in his spine. It slowly went throughout his body and back towards his spine again. Daxter held his eyes close the whole time thinking one word. Elf. Then all of a sudden the tinging stopped.
Daxter opened his eyes and looked down to see his original body. Wide hips, thin legs, and long feet. He got up to look in the mirror. No freckles or buck teeth, but he still had an over bite. His orange hair was long and stuck up like it did when he was a kid, but he had bangs now, He chuckled. Kinda looked like fire.
Daxter walked over to the shopping bag that had his clothes in it. "I hope they fit." Daxter slid his pants and shirt on with ease. The tang top was a little too big, but it fit. He grabbed his jacket and boots and put them on. He walked back over to the mirror to see how he looked. He grinned at what he saw. "Oh yeah, Orange Lightning is still as sexy as before!"
Daxter's ears started to twitch as he heard sirens coming from the streets to show that the city was on alert. But they weren't the normal sirens. They were those sirens, the ones that only came on during the war when one of the shields went down. What could be so dangerous to put the city on high alert? Something told him that he had to go find out. It was stupid, yes, but when did he ever make wise choses anyway? He grabbed the jet board and raced out of the Naughty Ottsel.
Every where people were scrambling to get out of the street. He heard shooting coming from his left. Daxter switched the jet board on making it increase to it's normal size. He threw it down to the grown and jumped on it, taking a couple seconds to get balanced on it. Ever so slightly he leaned forward and the jet board started to move forward.
"Okay, I can do this." Daxter told himself.
As Daxter maneuvered in between the pedestrians the shooting became ouder. The shooting stopped and guards started running from around the corner in the opposite. "Get Torn on the line!" One of the guards shouted as he redhead continued around the corner. Now he had to see this if they were needing to contact Torn.
What Daxter saw would've made any other elf gag at the scene. There, lay a single guard's body. If you can even call it that any more. His face and chest were ripped open, the arms and shins were torn off, his eyes were gauged out and their hair lay all around their body in shreds. The only other time he had seen this much blood is when his friend's dark alter ego was around.
Daxter looked up to see a dark figure standing far enough away just to make out some details. They wore a long black cloak with the hood up and had a red scarf covering their nose and mouth. Daxter tried to see the color of the eyes but they were covered by the hood. The figure looked over to Daxter. Daxter gulped. The dark figure simply turned away and started to run.
Daxter leaned forward as far as he could without falling off as the jet board took off with a sudden jerk of speed. The dark figure turned a corner, soon Daxter did the same, and the figure was gone.
Daxter balanced himself out again bringing the jet board to a stop. How did the guy just disappear? Who was he in the first place? Daxter decided he wouldn't question it further, he needed to head back to the Naughty Ottsel before more guards showed up in south town.
There sat Jinx sat at Naughty Ottsel waiting for somebody to come and get him a drink while Tess sat on the counter trying to make a conversation.
"Wonder where the rat is?" Jinx questioned.
"I'm coming!" Came a yell from upstairs. There Daxter came racing down the stairs still in his elf form.
"Who the hell are you?"
"It's me you idiot!"
"Oh, got another power? Let me guess...shape shifting."
"Close, transformation." Jinx only scoffed at this. They were the same freaking thing! Why did it matter?
"The usual?" Daxter asked, referring to the soon to be drink.
"Yeah." As Daxter walked to the back he heard the front door open. Another customer. Daxter came back with a beer and set it on the counter in front of Jinx. Jinx and Tess kept there eyes looking in the mirror. Daxter turned to see what they were looking at in the reflective glass. He saw the dark figure he saw earlier sitting at one of the booths. Daxer leaned in toward the pair.
"You know who that guy is?" Jinx and Tess only shook their heads.
"No, but I hear he's trouble." Tess whispered, "I think we better go."
"Hop on my shoulder, I'll take you back to HQ." Jinx said. Tess nodded as she climbed up on Jinx's shoulder. "See ya later, flamy." the blond said as he walked away and out the door. Daxter thought for a moment about the nickname. Then it was clear he was commenting on the hair. Like how he use to always call Jak pretty boy because of his long hair. Daxter looked over to the dark figure.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Daxter asked the figure. No reply. He didn't like this. Something was off about the guy that gave him a deathly aura. Daxter picked up a whiskey glass and started to clean it. He studied the figure more.
He had a built body, but he was thin. The way he sat showed that he had had a hard life. His legs were posed in a way that if he needed to make a run for the door he could. He wore brown fingerless gloves that showed short black nails and pale skin.
"Freeze!" a guard yelled as he barged in holding the gun ready to aim. The figure quickly stood up in an attack stance. The guard pointed their gun at the figure and shot them in the right shoulder. Daxter panicked.
Daxter levitated a chair and threw it at the guard knocking him out the door. Daxter ran to the door closing and locking it.
Ah, yes. Being a precursor sure did come in handy.
The redhead turned his attention back to the cloaked figure as he ran in between the tables to their aid. There, lay the figure on the floor, their hood and scarf that hid their identity had fallen off, and a pool of blood now gathering on the floor were they were shot.
Daxter leaned down and turned the figure over. There were so many emotions swirling around inside the twenty-one year old, Daxter couldn't describe any of them except shock and happiness.
Because there on the floor unconscious and bleeding in his arms, was Jak.
too be continued..