A new idea, which I'm not sure that you guys will like.
Vader: Hey, if you had fed me better, I might have given you some DECENT ideas. (Tries to look victimized) But no, poor little Vader has to survive each day on the most meager of rations..
Necralis: If you keep talking, I'll fix it so that you can't open your mouth enough to fit PEAS in there. Are you telling me that junk food isn't good enough for you?
Vader: For YOU, maybe. I'M a muse. Muses need fresh fruit and natural stuff - (Necralis makes a face) oh, fine. Be like that. (Sniff) As if I wanted to stay working for YOU, anyway. (Walks away, muttering) Maybe I'll go inspire your sister..
Necralis: OH NO YOU DON'T, FUZZBOY! (Hurls herself at the muse and attacks him with a spanner)
**D** I don't own - Ow! Quit it! - I don't own Jak or Daxter. I also don't - arrgh! Keep your paws to yourself! - don't own Haven Forest, cool as it is. The girl, Miala, she is mine. Oof! Take this! (Aa-aag!) I think the little bomb thing is mine (No, it's mine!) SHUT UP! Eerhg! I don't - AAH! Aah - just - ah - just read - you know what's - AAARRRRRGH! Just - just promise me (gasp, choke, cough) promise me you'll voo..
~ -
When I Grow Up
Jak flipped backwards, pulling out his Blaster as he span through the air. The Krimson Guards in front of him brought up their guns, trying to hit the young man as he dodged and darted nimbly.
"Jak - I think I'm gonna be siiiick- "
"Now is NOT a good time, Daxter," Jak snarled at the ottsel perched on his shoulder. "I'm trying not to get shot, if you haven't noticed.."
They were in the fortress prison, doing a job for Krew. The weapons dealer had informed them that there was a prototype bomb hidden in the facility. Jak didn't know how he had managed to find this out, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to know. Krew, being Krew, had ordered them to either take it out and remove the threat to his business, or somehow steal it so he could copy the design and sell it on the black market.
Either way, he had said, there would be a bonus in it for them - provided they didn't get killed. But he would boost their pay substantially if they brought the bomb back intact.
No sooner had Jak thought that than the thing became much more difficult. One of the Guards at the back of the squad was yelling into his com - a sure sign that reinforcements were on their way. Jak blasted the lead guard through the eye, whisked around and bashed a second over the head with his gun, then had to duck as a bolt of taser fire sizzled over his head. He smelt burning hair, amidst the other smells of sweat and fear and ozone in the confined space. From his position on the floor, he managed to kick the man's legs out from under him then leapt to his feet and stuck a boot in. From a nauseating crunch Jak realized he had crushed the Guard's windpipe.
For the moment he was winning, but he knew that wouldn't last. Already he was tiring and he had no Dark Eco charge, having wasted it on the KG that had been guarding the front of the facility.
"Should have tanked the mission right there," he muttered to himself.
"But Krew would have had us stuffed AND roasted!" Daxter shrieked over the shouts of "Shoot him! SHOOT HIM!"
"WAS I TALKING TO YOU?!?"
"Hey, Jak - there it is! THERE IT IS!" Daxter pointed feverishly at a small, flat device shaped like a teardrop, slipping slightly and accidentally pulling Jak's scarf over his eyes. It was hooked up to a large amount of wires, simply sitting on a bench out in the open.
"I can't get to the damn thing IF YOU'RE BLOCKING MY FIELD OF VISION-"
Just then one of the Guards grabbed him by his collar and slammed him up against the wall.
"Did you think you had WON?" The KG's voice managed to sound contemptuous even through the distorting effects of his mask.
"I don't have time to think," Jak said calmly, and brought the butt of his gun into the guard's groin.
'You'd think they'd have more armor there,' he mused to himself, as the guard collapsed into a groaning heap and he slid to the ground. Hurriedly switching his gun to Scatter, he finished off the remaining KG with a teeth- rattling BANG!
Jak staggered to the bench and picked up the tiny device. It fit neatly into the palm of his hand, like it had been designed to go there. Aside from a serial number, it was completely unmarked, and it was warm as though it had been lying in the sun.
Tucking the thing into the pouch at his side, he said to Daxter, "We should get going. One of the Red Heads was yelling into this thing-" he nudged the still squawking com with his boot- "so this place is gonna be crawling with 'em in a few minutes." Sighing, Jak brought the heel of his boot down, and the com's squawking was abruptly silenced.
"Plush Toy had better pay us a lot for this," Daxter growled.
Jak rolled his eyes. "More than likely he'll set us some brand new, even tougher mission. Is it just me or is he a bastard of the highest caliber?"
"It ain't just you, amigo,"
"Yeah, well, whatever, let's just get out of the god-forsaken fortress."
Daxter leapt onto Jak's shoulder-plate and the duo turned to leave.
And froze as a horribly familiar whine sounded behind them.
Daxter turned around the fastest and yelled "SECURITY TANK!" which was enough warning for Jak. The young man bolted for the door, having had enough experience with the huge, heavily armed KGS tanks to know not to stick around.
Just as the tank orientated it's top-mounted cannon at them, Jak hurled himself forward and managed to get himself through the door as the tank unleashed a flurry of chain gun fire after the fleeing pair. Out on the dilapidated streets of the Slums of Haven City, he swung himself onto a conveniently unattended Zoomer and put pedal to the metal, speeding away from the tank which was left trying to fit itself through a door that was too small by several meters.
"HA HA! That's what you get when you take on the Furred Wonder!" Daxter yelled, then snatched an object from the seat of the Zoomer - a small, oddly shaped object that was strangely warm..
Jak wheeled around, and shouted "Daxter - stop-!"
But it was too late. Daxter had already tossed the tiny bomb at the tank. It bounced once, hit the wall, bounced again -
Then it exploded with an almost musical 'snap-whoosh', an improbably large corona of glittering silver fire erupting from the point of contact. The blast caught several fleeing civilians, incinerating them instantly and leaving their ashes for the wind.
Jak yelled and jammed his foot onto the accelerator, the stolen Zoomer rocketing forward just ahead of the blast radius. He twitched the steering slightly and just scraped a wall, removing paint but nothing worse.
As Jak wended his way through the crowd of pedestrians, heading for the Port, Daxter turned to him and said brightly, "So, what do ya suppose Krew's gonna make us do next?"
Suddenly Jak jammed on the brakes, stopping with a jolt that almost threw Daxter into the street.
"You're not going to find out."
"I - what?"
"I said, you are not going to find out. You almost got both of us killed, and you lost the thing that Krew sent us to get. You docked 150 creds off our pay. I'm sorry, Dax, but we can't afford to lose any more. For the next mission, I'm leaving you behind. You can flirt with Tess or something - just don't try to follow me."
For possibly the first time in his life, Daxter was struck dumb. His brain was trying to work itself around this new concept. Not going with Jak? But - they had always been together. Even when Samos had tried to separate them, long ago, back in Sandover Village. He had locked Daxter in a cupboard and made Jak go and fetch a flask of Eco from the other side of the Forbidden Jungle. But Daxter had been teaching himself lock-picking. He had busted out, chased after Jak and succeeded in convincing him to try another practical joke.. the one that had resulted in the pair of them sneaking off to Misty Island, where the trouble began..
Daxter's lock-picking skills had come in handy in Haven. But now Jak decided he didn't need the loud-mouthed ottsel following him around any more. It was either this, Jak told himself, or blowing some major mission that would get them both killed. The more he thought about it, the more he figured it was the right thing to do.
If only Daxter would stop sniveling quietly.
"Oh, don't give me that," he said finally. "You're so pathetic. Look, you always said how we should just try and find a way to get home. You never really had to come with me."
"Pathetic, am I? Maybe that's it. You're just to embarrassed to be seen with me anymore!"
"No, Dax, that's not-"
"Well, it that's the way you feel, then so do I!" Without another word, Daxter leapt off the Zoomer and vanished into the crowd.
Jak yelled "DAX!" but the weasel had already disappeared.
'Fine.' He thought to himself. If he wants to be that way.. he accelerated, going past one of the City's many propaganda boxes. These were simply loudspeakers that broadcasted the Baron's many assurances that the city was *perfectly* safe. Currently it was informing anyone in a 20 foot radius of his own description and promising that a loved one would be set free if anyone brought him in. Jak very much wanted to blast the annoying box into smithereens, but the KG didn't seem to like people showing defiance. Instead he contented himself with flipping it the finger as he passed.
Hoping to God that no one recognized him (they rarely did) Jak angled the Zoomer towards the Port, hoping that, whatever mission Krew sent him on next, it would be worth the effort.
~ -
Ooooooh. This could be BAD. Jak fighting with Daxter? Don't worry, the title will become relevant in time. DP is refusing to come out of it's corner, so it's on hold for a bit till I get inspiration. Speaking of inspiration..
Vader: (popping out from behind Necralis) look what she did to me! LOOK!
(Duly looking, the readers realize that Vader is now a cyborg - part of his tail, one of his eyes and ears, a paw and a leg are now constructed out of steel.)
Necralis: I didn't realize a spanner could do so much damage. (hugs the cyborg muse) but now he's so much cooler. I've always wanted a cyborg muse! (laughs evilly) Now, VOO! Tell me what you thunk of this! I MUST KNOW!!! I realize that it sounds a little like 'Aligning of the Fates', by Darksbane the Ultra-mighty, but it's not. I swear. I have a plot in mind. It involves a brand new, shiny OC who wandered into my head a while ago.
Oh, and as soon as I activate my DeviantArt account, I will put up some piccies I've been drawing! I'm not that good yet, so go easy. Plz!
It's at www.NoWingedVulture.deviantart.com
Go there.
Bye for now! (waves)
Vader: Hey, if you had fed me better, I might have given you some DECENT ideas. (Tries to look victimized) But no, poor little Vader has to survive each day on the most meager of rations..
Necralis: If you keep talking, I'll fix it so that you can't open your mouth enough to fit PEAS in there. Are you telling me that junk food isn't good enough for you?
Vader: For YOU, maybe. I'M a muse. Muses need fresh fruit and natural stuff - (Necralis makes a face) oh, fine. Be like that. (Sniff) As if I wanted to stay working for YOU, anyway. (Walks away, muttering) Maybe I'll go inspire your sister..
Necralis: OH NO YOU DON'T, FUZZBOY! (Hurls herself at the muse and attacks him with a spanner)
**D** I don't own - Ow! Quit it! - I don't own Jak or Daxter. I also don't - arrgh! Keep your paws to yourself! - don't own Haven Forest, cool as it is. The girl, Miala, she is mine. Oof! Take this! (Aa-aag!) I think the little bomb thing is mine (No, it's mine!) SHUT UP! Eerhg! I don't - AAH! Aah - just - ah - just read - you know what's - AAARRRRRGH! Just - just promise me (gasp, choke, cough) promise me you'll voo..
~ -
When I Grow Up
Jak flipped backwards, pulling out his Blaster as he span through the air. The Krimson Guards in front of him brought up their guns, trying to hit the young man as he dodged and darted nimbly.
"Jak - I think I'm gonna be siiiick- "
"Now is NOT a good time, Daxter," Jak snarled at the ottsel perched on his shoulder. "I'm trying not to get shot, if you haven't noticed.."
They were in the fortress prison, doing a job for Krew. The weapons dealer had informed them that there was a prototype bomb hidden in the facility. Jak didn't know how he had managed to find this out, and he wasn't even sure he wanted to know. Krew, being Krew, had ordered them to either take it out and remove the threat to his business, or somehow steal it so he could copy the design and sell it on the black market.
Either way, he had said, there would be a bonus in it for them - provided they didn't get killed. But he would boost their pay substantially if they brought the bomb back intact.
No sooner had Jak thought that than the thing became much more difficult. One of the Guards at the back of the squad was yelling into his com - a sure sign that reinforcements were on their way. Jak blasted the lead guard through the eye, whisked around and bashed a second over the head with his gun, then had to duck as a bolt of taser fire sizzled over his head. He smelt burning hair, amidst the other smells of sweat and fear and ozone in the confined space. From his position on the floor, he managed to kick the man's legs out from under him then leapt to his feet and stuck a boot in. From a nauseating crunch Jak realized he had crushed the Guard's windpipe.
For the moment he was winning, but he knew that wouldn't last. Already he was tiring and he had no Dark Eco charge, having wasted it on the KG that had been guarding the front of the facility.
"Should have tanked the mission right there," he muttered to himself.
"But Krew would have had us stuffed AND roasted!" Daxter shrieked over the shouts of "Shoot him! SHOOT HIM!"
"WAS I TALKING TO YOU?!?"
"Hey, Jak - there it is! THERE IT IS!" Daxter pointed feverishly at a small, flat device shaped like a teardrop, slipping slightly and accidentally pulling Jak's scarf over his eyes. It was hooked up to a large amount of wires, simply sitting on a bench out in the open.
"I can't get to the damn thing IF YOU'RE BLOCKING MY FIELD OF VISION-"
Just then one of the Guards grabbed him by his collar and slammed him up against the wall.
"Did you think you had WON?" The KG's voice managed to sound contemptuous even through the distorting effects of his mask.
"I don't have time to think," Jak said calmly, and brought the butt of his gun into the guard's groin.
'You'd think they'd have more armor there,' he mused to himself, as the guard collapsed into a groaning heap and he slid to the ground. Hurriedly switching his gun to Scatter, he finished off the remaining KG with a teeth- rattling BANG!
Jak staggered to the bench and picked up the tiny device. It fit neatly into the palm of his hand, like it had been designed to go there. Aside from a serial number, it was completely unmarked, and it was warm as though it had been lying in the sun.
Tucking the thing into the pouch at his side, he said to Daxter, "We should get going. One of the Red Heads was yelling into this thing-" he nudged the still squawking com with his boot- "so this place is gonna be crawling with 'em in a few minutes." Sighing, Jak brought the heel of his boot down, and the com's squawking was abruptly silenced.
"Plush Toy had better pay us a lot for this," Daxter growled.
Jak rolled his eyes. "More than likely he'll set us some brand new, even tougher mission. Is it just me or is he a bastard of the highest caliber?"
"It ain't just you, amigo,"
"Yeah, well, whatever, let's just get out of the god-forsaken fortress."
Daxter leapt onto Jak's shoulder-plate and the duo turned to leave.
And froze as a horribly familiar whine sounded behind them.
Daxter turned around the fastest and yelled "SECURITY TANK!" which was enough warning for Jak. The young man bolted for the door, having had enough experience with the huge, heavily armed KGS tanks to know not to stick around.
Just as the tank orientated it's top-mounted cannon at them, Jak hurled himself forward and managed to get himself through the door as the tank unleashed a flurry of chain gun fire after the fleeing pair. Out on the dilapidated streets of the Slums of Haven City, he swung himself onto a conveniently unattended Zoomer and put pedal to the metal, speeding away from the tank which was left trying to fit itself through a door that was too small by several meters.
"HA HA! That's what you get when you take on the Furred Wonder!" Daxter yelled, then snatched an object from the seat of the Zoomer - a small, oddly shaped object that was strangely warm..
Jak wheeled around, and shouted "Daxter - stop-!"
But it was too late. Daxter had already tossed the tiny bomb at the tank. It bounced once, hit the wall, bounced again -
Then it exploded with an almost musical 'snap-whoosh', an improbably large corona of glittering silver fire erupting from the point of contact. The blast caught several fleeing civilians, incinerating them instantly and leaving their ashes for the wind.
Jak yelled and jammed his foot onto the accelerator, the stolen Zoomer rocketing forward just ahead of the blast radius. He twitched the steering slightly and just scraped a wall, removing paint but nothing worse.
As Jak wended his way through the crowd of pedestrians, heading for the Port, Daxter turned to him and said brightly, "So, what do ya suppose Krew's gonna make us do next?"
Suddenly Jak jammed on the brakes, stopping with a jolt that almost threw Daxter into the street.
"You're not going to find out."
"I - what?"
"I said, you are not going to find out. You almost got both of us killed, and you lost the thing that Krew sent us to get. You docked 150 creds off our pay. I'm sorry, Dax, but we can't afford to lose any more. For the next mission, I'm leaving you behind. You can flirt with Tess or something - just don't try to follow me."
For possibly the first time in his life, Daxter was struck dumb. His brain was trying to work itself around this new concept. Not going with Jak? But - they had always been together. Even when Samos had tried to separate them, long ago, back in Sandover Village. He had locked Daxter in a cupboard and made Jak go and fetch a flask of Eco from the other side of the Forbidden Jungle. But Daxter had been teaching himself lock-picking. He had busted out, chased after Jak and succeeded in convincing him to try another practical joke.. the one that had resulted in the pair of them sneaking off to Misty Island, where the trouble began..
Daxter's lock-picking skills had come in handy in Haven. But now Jak decided he didn't need the loud-mouthed ottsel following him around any more. It was either this, Jak told himself, or blowing some major mission that would get them both killed. The more he thought about it, the more he figured it was the right thing to do.
If only Daxter would stop sniveling quietly.
"Oh, don't give me that," he said finally. "You're so pathetic. Look, you always said how we should just try and find a way to get home. You never really had to come with me."
"Pathetic, am I? Maybe that's it. You're just to embarrassed to be seen with me anymore!"
"No, Dax, that's not-"
"Well, it that's the way you feel, then so do I!" Without another word, Daxter leapt off the Zoomer and vanished into the crowd.
Jak yelled "DAX!" but the weasel had already disappeared.
'Fine.' He thought to himself. If he wants to be that way.. he accelerated, going past one of the City's many propaganda boxes. These were simply loudspeakers that broadcasted the Baron's many assurances that the city was *perfectly* safe. Currently it was informing anyone in a 20 foot radius of his own description and promising that a loved one would be set free if anyone brought him in. Jak very much wanted to blast the annoying box into smithereens, but the KG didn't seem to like people showing defiance. Instead he contented himself with flipping it the finger as he passed.
Hoping to God that no one recognized him (they rarely did) Jak angled the Zoomer towards the Port, hoping that, whatever mission Krew sent him on next, it would be worth the effort.
~ -
Ooooooh. This could be BAD. Jak fighting with Daxter? Don't worry, the title will become relevant in time. DP is refusing to come out of it's corner, so it's on hold for a bit till I get inspiration. Speaking of inspiration..
Vader: (popping out from behind Necralis) look what she did to me! LOOK!
(Duly looking, the readers realize that Vader is now a cyborg - part of his tail, one of his eyes and ears, a paw and a leg are now constructed out of steel.)
Necralis: I didn't realize a spanner could do so much damage. (hugs the cyborg muse) but now he's so much cooler. I've always wanted a cyborg muse! (laughs evilly) Now, VOO! Tell me what you thunk of this! I MUST KNOW!!! I realize that it sounds a little like 'Aligning of the Fates', by Darksbane the Ultra-mighty, but it's not. I swear. I have a plot in mind. It involves a brand new, shiny OC who wandered into my head a while ago.
Oh, and as soon as I activate my DeviantArt account, I will put up some piccies I've been drawing! I'm not that good yet, so go easy. Plz!
It's at www.NoWingedVulture.deviantart.com
Go there.
Bye for now! (waves)