Warning: This chap wasnt as ood as a few of my others. 2 reasons why im not to thrilled with it:1: Kleiver seems out of character and out of speech. (i dont speak ausie) and 2: i forgot to add daxter in at the end of the chapter. so I had to go back and fix that. it still doesnt feel right though.
She sat still for a few minutes, staring at the brown rock walkway before her. Her blackened eyes gleamed in the darkness and she blinked a few times. Behind her, a tall figure stood watching her closely. "Ey sheila, what's wrong?" She turned to see a large man, about 6 feet at the top of his balded head, staring down at her from over his large, rolling stomach.
"Nothing." She replied rather flatly. Slowly, she stood, walking away from him. He couldnt help but smile.
"Ey, I don't believe ye." She glared back at him, her obsidian eyes fixed on him as a target. She had gone far too long without killing someone or something and she craved the rush that she got when she felt the warm blood flood her tastes.
"Who the hell are you anyway?" She stood, cracking her knuckles with a crooked smile.
"The name's Kleiver." He laughed lightly, resting his large hands on his even bigger stomach. "So, yer an eco freak as well, ey?" She didn't take the word 'freak' to kindly. In in instant, she had him pinned against the ground. Slowly, her claws began to dig into the skin on his neck as she pushed harder and harder.
"Want to say that again!" She hissed angrily, lowering her eyebrows and snarling to show her gleaming white fangs. She let him go when she saw the fear in his eyes. With a quick turn, she stepped away from him, ignoring his next comments. This world was just like it was before she left. She was treated no different now that she was in a clearly different city. Memories of the ridicule and torment she recieved from the Krimzon Guards filled her head, causing her to clench her fists tightly. Her sharp black claws dug into her palm and blood began to drip into the cool water of the spring next to her. She opened her hand, letting the blood flow freely from the wounds in her hand. Then, in an instant, the wounds began to close, leaving behind only streaks of blood.
"Who the hell is he calling a freak!" She hissed to herself. Something brought her out of her world though. A loud noise began to grate on her nerves, nearly driving her to scream.
"MaiDai!" Came a voice over a speaker phone as the the speakers screeched with each word. The words were barely understandable. "I need aistance! Th-re's some kind of Presor thing kickmy ass!" It was cutting out badly, but she could make out tiny bits and pieces of it. "I'm -ust south the oasis!" Then, the line went dead after a scream filled the room.
"Where's the Oasis!" Sake turned to Kleiver who was trying to sneak out of the room. His eyes darted around.
"Ey, just south of Devil's peak..." he replied, his voice shaking just a bit. He was a little scared, but only because she could kill him in an instant. He had all of the luck...not. She pushed him harshly aside and began to head for the elevator shaft in the center of the hallowed room.
"Look, if your going out into that desert, your gonna need some armor!" he stopped her right before she got on, and slowly, she began to phase back to normal.
"Armor?" She quipped, looking down. yeah, that'd help... LOTS.
"Just behind that curtain, ey. Talk to one of the folks in there, they'll get ye set." She pushed past him and towards the browned curtain he had indicated in a wall about 10 feet away from the right side of the throne. She entered, immediatly greeted by a monk.
"Armor, yes?" She nodded and the monk led her into a small room. A large fire brewed as two other monks were heating the glimmering Precursor metal. "Just made it, Finest any monk has ever made in a long time besides the stuff that blonde is wearing." he handed her the basic set of armor. Two shoulder pads, a chest plate, bracers, and leg armor.
After putting on some real clothing, she strapped on the armor, which fit her slender form perfectly, and pleaded with them to let her borrow one of the blasters they had handy. Finally, they said yes and she was gone in an instant. She also had to plead with Kleiver to let her use one of the dune buggies, which she drove easily enough because it was alot like her mother's manual car.
He fired several more shots, screaming as he felt something wrap around his ankle. It lifted him into the air, flinging him through the air right into a nearby palm tree; his leg taking the worst beating. Daxter hung from his shoulder plate for dear life. What was worse was that the harsh sands had completely ruined visiblity. All he could see was the faint glow of the metal that the satillite was made out of. He slumped down, groaning in pain. Slowly, the corners of his vision began to fade as unconciousness took hold of him. "Jak, Jak! C'mon, Stay awake!" A voice said. He couldn't give in. No, he wouldn't, but it felt like something was broken. He looked down at his leg and saw blood. - Lots of blood, rushing from a large wound where a bone stuck out about an inch.
The satillite began to draw closer, flexing its metal claws, ready to grab its prey to kill. Lunging forward quickly, it launched the clawed tip forward, forming it into a point shaprer than a needle Then, all at once, it stopped moving all together, hitting the sand hard and bursting into an explosion of Dark Eco sparks.
A red beam of light flashed through the sand as a lone figure approached him; the silhouet unrecognisable to him. He felt a hand connect with his face, but it wasnt a slap.
"Jak, can you hear me?" Another voice asked. He couldnt focus, let alone hear. "Damn it..." the voice muttered angrily. He felt his body being lifted and dragged towards a barely visible dune buggie. The stranger threw him into one seat while it climbed into the other. Stomping onto the gass, the vehicle was gone in an instant. Soaring over dunes and bridges was the easy part. The hard part to get by was the many marauders swamping the vehicle from all sides. Also, to make things even worse, visiblity had been completely cut off so driving was practically impossible.
In the distance, a bright orange light could be seen. "The smoke stack..." Jak muttered, half awake half not. He had lost large amounts of blood.
"C'mon, stay with me Jak!" A hand shook him as they pulled into two large doors, which closed behind them upon entry. There, waiting for them was Kleiver with a shit eating grin slapped onto his face. The small ottsel was on the verge of tears for his friend.
"Ey, so the sand didn't eat ye alive, eh?" he laughed deeply. "Congradulations on surviving your first sandstorms mates!" She climbed out of the vehilce only to be harsly slapped on the back. She glared up at him.
"Help me get him to some kind of medical bay!" She demanded, scared out of her wits. He wanted to laugh.
"Don't get your underwear in a knot sheila." He stopped her for a moment, glaring at her angrily. "I'm the one who makes the orders 'round here!" She was ready to kill him.
"Well, boss..." She rested her hands on her hips. "You gonna go something, or let him die!"
"Get a medical team down to the buggy garage, ASAP..." He said into a small communicator as he stepped away from the vehicle. He watched her kneel down next to Jak and lift his muscular form from the bloodied seat, then set it on the ground right as the medical team arrived. They began to perform various tests and while bandaging him up. They also used a large amount of Green Eco to mend the broken bone which protruded from his leg. Luckily, he would be able to walk again in the next few days.
Once it was all over, the monks instructed her to the house in which Jak took residence in, where Sake layed Jak to rest while taking this chance to rest herself.. The day's events had worn her out completely. She leyed down at the foot of the bed, passing out instantly.