Chapter 14: Something On The Horizon

Daxter's eyes were beginning to droop as he made his way through the halls of the palace. His destination was his and Jak's room. He doubted she was back from her stint in the drains of Haven City's damn pipes. The sewers were the worst and yet at the same time best place for metal heads to hide. For weeks the green haired woman had been working day and night trying to rid this city of those pests. Trying to ensure that another Kor incident didn't occur. He still had nightmares of that battle between the two and yet he hadn't been afraid at the time. Tess and he had brought the Hip hog up to code, fixed the upstairs rooms to make them into guest rooms for whomever got drunk and couldn't make it home; for a price they could sleep there. Tess then renamed the joint the Naughty Ottsel; which Daxter liked, of course. They'd also found all of the old crime lords things and gave them over to Ashelin. The crime lord had yet to make a reappearance, which made most believe he was dead. 'Good riddance,' Daxter thought groggily as he yawned while pushing the door to his room open. As he closed the door behind him with a kick of his boot he came up short with the image in front of him. Well Jak's home,' he thought looking at the silver haired beast looking at him with her ink black eyes, her nails gleaming in the fluorescent lights above her and the dark eco that was seeping from her in an eerie glow.

"H-He-Hey Jak, baby," he said nervously the tiredness in his muscles was suddenly gone and was replaced by nervousness. He heard her purr at seeing him and truthfully had it been any other night where he had the energy, he had been ready to go; however he was just too bone tired.

Her hips swayed as she walked over to him, pressing him against the door as she nuzzled his neck up to his jawline, nibbling it ever slightly. 'Damn it,' he groaned as he gently took ahold of her hips that were rubbing against him in the most delightful of ways and push her away. He watched as she cocked her head to the side, a silvery white eyebrow raising up in question, he sighed. "As much as I'm enjoying this – and believe me I am – I'm just too damn tired." He looked up into her dark pools and saw her smile before leading him over to their bed.

As soon as Daxter's head hit the pillow he felt his body sigh as it relaxed and as he began to fall asleep he was dimly aware of her curling up next to him. Before his mind shut down for the night a single though rushed through his mind. What made Jak go and turn into Adriana?

Date: April 15, 3658
Location: Spargus City

The wasteland was named so because of the vast dessert that went on for miles until it ended at a vast ocean, an ocean that led toward the end of the known world and where air pirates took over. In the wasteland there were three cities: Wasteland City; which had been around since before the time of Mar, Zanabar; which was ruled by a Marauder king and finally Spargus City; the second city created by Mar.

Unlike Haven City, Spargus was a place where people actually cared what happened to each other once they had become citizens that is. The city's inhabitants knew the dessert better than any other dessert civilization. They knew when the storms were about to begin due to the scent in the air. They knew when it was time to harvest the fauna on cacti and where to find the best fish were and because their harbor had a monstrous beast in it they had to leave the city in order to fish. They also hunted wild beasts that lived in caves in the wastes and its mountains. This was a city that tested its citizens through the arena that was at the heart of its city. Ruling this city was the former King of Haven City; Damas grand descendant of Mar and only recently did they find their kings only living heir; Jak, unfortunately the young female warrior spent most of her time in Haven City, a city that threw out her father and even though she and her loudmouth companion had become citizens of Spargus, neither seemed to have a true interest in the dessert city. For most, this was unacceptable.

Standing over a turret stood one of these people who cared very little for their king's daughter; Kleiver was his name and he was one of the King's top advisors and heavy weapons specialist. He also owned the Spargus Race tracks and made the dirty dealing with the small clans, tribes and cities in the dessert. He was the eyes and ears of the dessert with his network of spies. Currently he was standing over the turret that protected the harbor. The large man was trying to fix it, fortunately he had found a rare power-cell on the last run through the dessert when the winds had picked up and uncovered it. Precursor power-cells lasted thousands of years. The technology was hundreds of years ahead of them and it made the former mercenary wonder if their species would ever make it to that level of intelligence. Most wouldn't think Kleiver had these kind of thoughts because of his rough and tough personality. His brother on the other hand was the genius behind their power grid, unlike Haven's power grid that was fueled by eco; Spargus City's was natural, meaning it used the elements of the world from wind to hydro or water based elements. Wind towers had been built and water wheels were built into the cliff edges near the harbor; these created the electricity of the city.

As Kleiver finished fixing the turret he looked up over the vast ocean and spotted something floating miles above the salty water. Getting into the gunners seat on the turret he looked through the eye piece and zoomed the focus on it. He felt the breath in his lungs whoosh out. Ahead of them was a floating Precursor city. The orange metal marking it for what it was. The spinning circles of metal rotated around the buildings and above the city. A bright ball emanated blue eco that in return zapped down from the ball towards the spinning pieces of metal below which in return zapped the larger pieces that surrounded the entire structure thus allowing it to float in the air.

Pulling his eyes away from the structure he pulled out his comm. unit and began pressing a few buttons. The person on the other side answered. "What is it Cracker?"

Kleiver looked at the screen slightly annoyed by Sig's nickname for him. He would never understand why the dark skinned male gave people these stupid names. "There's trouble on the horizon. Get the King to the harbor. Something out here." With those words he shut the comm. off and went back to watching this floating Precursor city. He had a bad feeling.

M-Angel: Well it would seem something is about to happen here. Will our hero be needed? I wonder what will happen next...dun...dunn...dunnnnn...lol!
xoxoangii: And the buildup begins! *cue cliffhanger*