I had sort of given up on this story, and I remembered it a week ago and decided that I would save it.

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Jak surveyed the room that he and Daxter had been given. It was small, cramped, with only one bed. Jak would be getting the bed, much to his friend's complaints. Daxter, after grumbling about how selfish Jak was, climbed onto a pillow on the ground. It wasn't like Jak had done most of the fighting that day, with Daxter on his shoulder. The ottsel totally deserved to be the one on the bed.

When the two of them woke up, Daxter, who had actually slept fine, was about to berate Jak. He stopped when he looked up at Jak and noticed how tired Jak was. "Jak, you look like who didn't even sleep! Even in the nice, soft bed."

Jak looked at his friend with tired eyes. "Daxter… I… I don't know. Whenever I sleep, it feels like there are two forces, like two huge magnets, trying to pull be opposite ways, and I'm ripping. Except… right now, I feel it, even as I sit here awake." He looked down at Daxter, who was staring up at his friend with a worried face. "I've been having the strangest, and most terrible, dreams."

Before the two could think about the dreams anymore, there was a voice from a speaker in the room. "This is Yolena. You two need to be showered, dressed, and ready to go in half an hour."

"Half an hour? That will only be a rudimentary bath. This luscious orange fur takes quite some time to wash, you know?"

"I don't care how long your fur takes to wash, you better have it washed when you get down."

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Jak walked into the control room of the backup Kras City HQ. Irwid smiled at him and Daxter, but stopped when Yolena glared at him. The Lead agent of the city then said, "Jak, Daxter, from your records I discovered that you two fought in the Metal Head Wars."

"That's right," said Daxter. "We kicked Metal Kor's big scaly…"

"Shut up. I knew that already. So you two should be more than competent to deal with five rogue Metal Heads in the Sewers?"

"Ah, the sewers. Why can't Metal Heads ever hang out in nice places, like tropical islands?"

Jak asked, "How did Metal Heads get in the Sewers? I thought that the three new Leaders had moved all of their armies to the remoter nests?"

It was Irwid who answered. "Rayn and her cronies freed the Metal Heads we had captured to used for the Combat Racing Hunts. They released them into the Sewers of the City."

"Rayn is trying to cause fear among the people of the city," Yolena explained. "We've had several attacks, and the confidence of the citizens has gone from horrid to abysmal. Go down stairs to the armory. Lieut… Captain Massau will then give you a new weapon to use to fight them."

"Finally!" said Daxter. "I've been tired of running around, only having to use that tiny little Kreon Corp. pistol!"

"Not that you ever used it," muttered Jak.

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Captain Massau was examining the guard's armor, hoping that it would be able to defend them as they fought against the UCF, the United Criminal Front. He wished that he were back in his home, Jadoro. At least the military was competent there. Massau turned when Jak entered the room.

"Alright, Jak, I got you some standard guard armor. You, little fella', were a bit harder to find stuff for. Eventually, I settled on giving you armor support for your pants, as well as a somewhat armored shirt, hacked up and modified to be able to fit you."

"Alright!" shouted Daxter. "I got armor!"

Massau then pulled a large gun out of a case. It had a strange cylinder filled with an electrified blue liquid. "This is the blue Eco equivalent of the Scatter Gun, the Shockwave. The Shockwave has greater ammo capacity than the Scatter Gun, and a greater rate of fire, and can sustain the blast for longer. However, be warned that it is less effective against non-living things, designed to electrocute, not smash," Massau explained. "Now, you two need to go into the sewers, and kill the five Metal Heads that have gotten loose. The city needs you!"

"I hate sewers. I hate the way they look, I hate the way they sound… I even hate the way they smell! Hah, Jak, I bet you don't remember Krew's last words well enough to be able to make modified quotes from them!"

Jak scowled, angry that he had been reminded of his dream with Krew in it.

Dumb ottsel. But, he is kinda funny sometimes, particularly when he's causing trouble. God, I love trouble.

You should leave this body, and go on great trouble-causing adventures with the ottsel, while Jak and I do real hero work.

All right! Real hero work! Sound like someone out of freakin' kids' show!

Silence.

You want to say shut up, but are too dignified for it.

I SAID SILENCE!

Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time. Well, actually I just sort of detected your thought, but…

Are you unintelligent? Can you not understand what I am saying? Silence!

What you mean to say is "Are you a dummy? Why can't you freakin' understand me? Shut up! "

Both of you, just stop it. Whenever you fight… it just gives me a huge headache, and makes me feel extremely dizzy.

Alright, we'll stop fighting so you don't feel sick-wick.

Stop mocking him!

Stop scolding me like a mother!

I never knew my mother. So many things, that I never had.

Marvelous. Now, you have caused him to begin reliving his past troubles.

You mean "Great, now you made him start moping around!"

I swear, if you…

Jak was broken out of his internal argument by Daxter screaming, "Jak, there's a Metal Head!"

Jak spun around, staring at a creature made of metal and darkness. It growled at him, saliva dripping from its sharp teeth. He pulled out the Shockwave, but before he could use it the Metal Head was on top of him. It slashed down with its razor claws, but Jak's armor managed to resist the attack. Jak punched upward at the metal head once, to little effect. He kept hitting it until it stumbled backward. Jak darted across the ground for the Shockwave, with the Metal Head close behind. Luckily, the heir to Mar managed to reach the gun and swing it around, hitting the metallic monster across the face. He then aimed and fired, blowing it away.

"Alright!" shouted Daxter. "Those metal mutants will remember us soon enough! We are back in action."

Yolena stared out the small window over the streets of Kras City. Once a beautiful place, the crime war had rendered it desolate. She sighed. Massau walked over to her and sat down next to her. "Don't worry, we'll take the city back from those crooks soon."

"It's my fault," Yolena replied. "I shouldn't have trusted Rayn. If I had believed the Havenites, Jak wouldn't have had to fight us, and we could be better prepared for this situation."

"The violence is the fault of Rayn and Kreon, Yolena. You did your best to fight it. Now, we just have to keep fighting. Speaking of Jak, he's an interesting one. Do you know much of his backstory?"

"Only that he's the best man Haven's got. Perhaps the best man Uridon's got." She looked over at the door as it slid open and Jak walked through, covered in the blood of Metal Heads. He dropped five skull gems on the floor. Yolena then asked, "Jak, is it true you've killed more people than anyone else alive?

Jak stopped to think. He had killed hundreds of Krimzon Guards and Marauders, and now he'd killed many of Kreon's guards and Kras's agents as well. He looked up at Yolena. "I guess you're right, I have killed… far more than humanly possible. Killed a lot of Lurkers too, but that was a long time ago." He smiled softly at this. "A very long time ago. I've killed more Metal Heads than anyone except maybe Sig. I guess I am the number one killer."

"You have more killing left to do then," said Yolena. "We've located where Kreon and Rayn are hiding, and hopefully keeping the Mayor. They have a secret compound under the dump. If you can access it, you can take them out and save the Mayor. Remember, his life is your number one priority. Are you ready?"

Jak looked her in the eye and answered, "I'm always ready."