Ok, so this is pretty much a fic that I was thinking about long before I
saw the Jak 3 intro. For all of you who have read the beginning of my Jak 3
fic, this will hopefully pass the time until the friggin' game comes out.
So on to the disclaimer crap. I do not own Jak, Keira, Sig, Daxter, the
Croca-Dog, Samos, Gol, Maia, or anyone in this fic accept the people whose
names you didn't hear in the games. So please enjoy my second fanfic to
pass your time. Please no flames!
Chapter 1
Dark Eco...a substance of pure evil. Its very presence causes all that lives to whither and die. What is it exactly? How can it corrupt those unlucky few so easily? That is what the man's first mission had been to discover. He and his sister. He had believed that he would not be corrupted like so many before him. Vanity, as it always is, was his downfall. It did corrupt him. It corrupted them both. So many years had passed since that day...since the shining white blob had hovered over the Silos, had made the impossible possible. It fused with the boy and he destroyed the robot. Now here they were. The man stirred from his sleep. The Dark Eco had preserved them. He had no memory of what had happened. He looked about his surroundings. Rusting computers and controls were about him. A woman was next to him. Who was she? Who was HE? Why couldn't he remember?
He had to get out! Had to! The Precursor robot – and that single word brought memories back. It brought them all. And he knew what he had to do...
The three elves walked slowly down the bridge. Their footsteps made hollow clank sound as they touched.
Sunlight blared down on them through the enormous windows of the Palace. It was hard to believe that so much change could happen in so little time. The one-time mess of uneven platforms, motion-sensing turbo cannons, and endless streams of security guards were gone. For the elf named Jak, this was quite refreshing.
Exactly one year ago he had had to fight his way through, constantly running for his life. It felt very refreshing to be rid of that feeling.
Jak looked back at the other two who accompanied him. One of them was Keira. Her large, blue eyes were scanning the surroundings nervously. This had been her first time in the Palace. Jak smiled. He loved Keira very much, and she loved him. He had known her ever since he could remember and had always found her attractive.
The other elf was Samos, her father. Samos walked more slowly now. Jak could only guess the Sage's age. The length of his beard and the extent of his knowledge showed that he had to be much older than he appeared. It was no small wonder either. Samos was the Sage of Green Eco, the Eco of Life.
Last was Daxter. Jak hadn't counted him as an elf, because he wasn't. Daxter was what he had affectionately labeled himself as. An Ottsel. Daxter had small, fingerless gloves on his hands/paws. On his forehead were strapped a pair of pilot goggles. Something unusual was going on with Daxter today. He wasn't talking...much.
Jak turned back to the path. Not far in front of them he saw the enormous doors coming up. Beyond them was the throne room. As they approached the doors a computerized female voice rang up over an unseen speaker. "Identification," it said, then waited for a reply.
"Er, Jak; Keira; Samos," said Samos.
"Aren't you forgetting someone?" asked Daxter in a mock-casual voice.
"You weren't invited," said Keira matter-of-factly. Daxter grumbled something undistinguishable.
There was a loud sound of mechanical gears turning about as the huge doors opened to reveal the throne room.
As the group entered a gasp ran through the group. The throne room was incredible. Truly cavernous. Great Greek-style pillars surrounded them as they slowly walked into the room. Skylights were placed in the ceiling, showing a full view of the sky. Several birds flew overhead, casting shadows down upon the stone floor. A red carpet rolled from the entrance to the throne itself. The throne was fifteen feet tall, mostly because of the steps that made it possible to sit in. There, sitting with her legs crossed carelessly was Ashelin, the new governess of the city.
Her blood-red hair was tied into dread locks that ran from the sides to the back of her head. It gleamed radiantly in the afternoon sun. Ashelin's coal- black eyes followed them as they walked slowly towards her.
Suddenly she stood and walked down the stairs rather quickly to meet them. "Jak, Keira, Samos," she said hurriedly, "thank you for coming."
"Ahem," said a rather offended looking Ottsel.
"I don't recall sending a message to you," said Ashelin with a confused voice.
"Look!" said Daxter, standing bolt-upright on Jak's shoulder, "if it's important enough for Jak to come, it's important enough for me! I ain't leavin'."
Ashelin just shook her head. Then she turned to the rest of the group. "You all were informed of a crisis that is soon to befall us soon in the messages that were sent," she stated, "the future of this city may be in grave danger."
The group didn't say anything. Their attention was focused on what Ashelin had to say.
"This may just give you a glimpse at what we may be facing." Ashelin walked back up the throne and pushed a button on the arm rest. There was a slight rumbling sound. The group scanned their surroundings nervously, only to find that a white screen had been lowered in front of the entrance. "The video that you are about to see was recorded on the west side of the city, near the city walls by one of the Palace's security cameras.
The screen flickered as a black-and-white image appeared on the screen. Citizens were walking up and down the streets, nothing really seemed out of the ordinary. Suddenly out of nowhere an enormous explosion erupted from the left side of the screen. Bodies were sent flying. After a moment Metal Heads charged into the streets. Helpless citizens were sliced to ribbons in seconds. Pools of blood began to form in the dips of the streets. After several minutes Krimzon Guards began appearing. Lasers were fired, people falling and dying. The video ended suddenly.
"The video continues on like this for the remainder," said Ashelin.
"Why would Metal Heads attack the city?" asked Keira shakily. She looked frightfully pale and had her hand on her forehead. "There are hardly any left!"
"It was barely an attack," replied Ashelin, "there were at least twenty of them. The news of this has been suppressed to that single sector of the city. We have guards covering all of the city walls. There is no chance that the Metal Heads will get in without us knowing.
"I'm having autopsies done on the bodies now. I managed to see some of them. They had a weird purple hue to them. I don't know what it could mean."
At that moment the screen flashed again. The in-color face of a pale, Vin- like scientist appeared on the screen. His bottom lip was quivering nervously. "G-g-governess?" he said nervously.
"Report, Veseer," said Ashelin impatiently.
"W-well, you see, erm, we may have a problem."
"No, really?" said Daxter sarcastically.
"Er, well we've found that the Metal Heads' flesh has somehow been infused with...gulp...some sort of concentrated form of Dark Eco."
Ashelin froze for a moment then turned off the screen.
"What could this mean, Ashelin?" asked Jak. He didn't even want to know. He knew that Dark Eco was something that he should never be in contact with.
"It means, my boy," said Samos gravely, "that evil is coming."
Ekobean: Well, I hope you like it. I admit that it isn't as good as my last one, but I'm writing it at 10:00 PM, so what do you expect. Please R&R. I really like good reviews! :-D
Chapter 1
Dark Eco...a substance of pure evil. Its very presence causes all that lives to whither and die. What is it exactly? How can it corrupt those unlucky few so easily? That is what the man's first mission had been to discover. He and his sister. He had believed that he would not be corrupted like so many before him. Vanity, as it always is, was his downfall. It did corrupt him. It corrupted them both. So many years had passed since that day...since the shining white blob had hovered over the Silos, had made the impossible possible. It fused with the boy and he destroyed the robot. Now here they were. The man stirred from his sleep. The Dark Eco had preserved them. He had no memory of what had happened. He looked about his surroundings. Rusting computers and controls were about him. A woman was next to him. Who was she? Who was HE? Why couldn't he remember?
He had to get out! Had to! The Precursor robot – and that single word brought memories back. It brought them all. And he knew what he had to do...
The three elves walked slowly down the bridge. Their footsteps made hollow clank sound as they touched.
Sunlight blared down on them through the enormous windows of the Palace. It was hard to believe that so much change could happen in so little time. The one-time mess of uneven platforms, motion-sensing turbo cannons, and endless streams of security guards were gone. For the elf named Jak, this was quite refreshing.
Exactly one year ago he had had to fight his way through, constantly running for his life. It felt very refreshing to be rid of that feeling.
Jak looked back at the other two who accompanied him. One of them was Keira. Her large, blue eyes were scanning the surroundings nervously. This had been her first time in the Palace. Jak smiled. He loved Keira very much, and she loved him. He had known her ever since he could remember and had always found her attractive.
The other elf was Samos, her father. Samos walked more slowly now. Jak could only guess the Sage's age. The length of his beard and the extent of his knowledge showed that he had to be much older than he appeared. It was no small wonder either. Samos was the Sage of Green Eco, the Eco of Life.
Last was Daxter. Jak hadn't counted him as an elf, because he wasn't. Daxter was what he had affectionately labeled himself as. An Ottsel. Daxter had small, fingerless gloves on his hands/paws. On his forehead were strapped a pair of pilot goggles. Something unusual was going on with Daxter today. He wasn't talking...much.
Jak turned back to the path. Not far in front of them he saw the enormous doors coming up. Beyond them was the throne room. As they approached the doors a computerized female voice rang up over an unseen speaker. "Identification," it said, then waited for a reply.
"Er, Jak; Keira; Samos," said Samos.
"Aren't you forgetting someone?" asked Daxter in a mock-casual voice.
"You weren't invited," said Keira matter-of-factly. Daxter grumbled something undistinguishable.
There was a loud sound of mechanical gears turning about as the huge doors opened to reveal the throne room.
As the group entered a gasp ran through the group. The throne room was incredible. Truly cavernous. Great Greek-style pillars surrounded them as they slowly walked into the room. Skylights were placed in the ceiling, showing a full view of the sky. Several birds flew overhead, casting shadows down upon the stone floor. A red carpet rolled from the entrance to the throne itself. The throne was fifteen feet tall, mostly because of the steps that made it possible to sit in. There, sitting with her legs crossed carelessly was Ashelin, the new governess of the city.
Her blood-red hair was tied into dread locks that ran from the sides to the back of her head. It gleamed radiantly in the afternoon sun. Ashelin's coal- black eyes followed them as they walked slowly towards her.
Suddenly she stood and walked down the stairs rather quickly to meet them. "Jak, Keira, Samos," she said hurriedly, "thank you for coming."
"Ahem," said a rather offended looking Ottsel.
"I don't recall sending a message to you," said Ashelin with a confused voice.
"Look!" said Daxter, standing bolt-upright on Jak's shoulder, "if it's important enough for Jak to come, it's important enough for me! I ain't leavin'."
Ashelin just shook her head. Then she turned to the rest of the group. "You all were informed of a crisis that is soon to befall us soon in the messages that were sent," she stated, "the future of this city may be in grave danger."
The group didn't say anything. Their attention was focused on what Ashelin had to say.
"This may just give you a glimpse at what we may be facing." Ashelin walked back up the throne and pushed a button on the arm rest. There was a slight rumbling sound. The group scanned their surroundings nervously, only to find that a white screen had been lowered in front of the entrance. "The video that you are about to see was recorded on the west side of the city, near the city walls by one of the Palace's security cameras.
The screen flickered as a black-and-white image appeared on the screen. Citizens were walking up and down the streets, nothing really seemed out of the ordinary. Suddenly out of nowhere an enormous explosion erupted from the left side of the screen. Bodies were sent flying. After a moment Metal Heads charged into the streets. Helpless citizens were sliced to ribbons in seconds. Pools of blood began to form in the dips of the streets. After several minutes Krimzon Guards began appearing. Lasers were fired, people falling and dying. The video ended suddenly.
"The video continues on like this for the remainder," said Ashelin.
"Why would Metal Heads attack the city?" asked Keira shakily. She looked frightfully pale and had her hand on her forehead. "There are hardly any left!"
"It was barely an attack," replied Ashelin, "there were at least twenty of them. The news of this has been suppressed to that single sector of the city. We have guards covering all of the city walls. There is no chance that the Metal Heads will get in without us knowing.
"I'm having autopsies done on the bodies now. I managed to see some of them. They had a weird purple hue to them. I don't know what it could mean."
At that moment the screen flashed again. The in-color face of a pale, Vin- like scientist appeared on the screen. His bottom lip was quivering nervously. "G-g-governess?" he said nervously.
"Report, Veseer," said Ashelin impatiently.
"W-well, you see, erm, we may have a problem."
"No, really?" said Daxter sarcastically.
"Er, well we've found that the Metal Heads' flesh has somehow been infused with...gulp...some sort of concentrated form of Dark Eco."
Ashelin froze for a moment then turned off the screen.
"What could this mean, Ashelin?" asked Jak. He didn't even want to know. He knew that Dark Eco was something that he should never be in contact with.
"It means, my boy," said Samos gravely, "that evil is coming."
Ekobean: Well, I hope you like it. I admit that it isn't as good as my last one, but I'm writing it at 10:00 PM, so what do you expect. Please R&R. I really like good reviews! :-D