6So this is my First Fanfic. The first chapter is a little boring. I wanted to establish everyones lives after the war. I promise it will get more exciting as the story progresses.
Please review! I'm going to try and post a chapter each day. I have them all pretty much finished I just need to edit them.
Obviously I don't own Jak and Daxter. If I did, this would be the plot of a 4th game.
Anyway I hope you all enjoy!
It was overcast day in Haven city as Jak walked to the Naughty Ottsel. He had thought about driving a zoomer, but had decided he would rather walk. As long as it didn't rain he was happy. He had spent so long rushing around the city completing various missions, he didn't mind taking his time.
It was almost five years ago that Jak had been transported to Haven. Two of those years he had spent in prison, the other two were spent fighting wars.
It had been eight months since the Dark Makers had been defeated and the city looked like there had never been a war in the first place. Vin had reprogramed the remaining KG robots to help rebuild the city and robots had made incredible progress. Ashelin, not having to focus on the damaged city, had been working non-stop to try and remodel the tyrannical government system. Her and Torn had organized an election to replace the old council with new non-corrupt members. It was a daunting task but after a few months of hard work they succeeded. Having seen the work that she put in, it was no surprise when the people of Haven elected her as head of council. Before the election, Ashelin had offered Jak a permanent position on the council, thinking of him as the rightful heir. Jak had declined having no interest in politics and not wanting to have to deal with the city's problems.
The crime rate in Haven City was low, mainly due to Torn who had become chief of the Freedom League. The League's main purposeto protect citizens, not to confine them, exactly the opposite of the Krimzon Guard. The League also dealt with the threat of stray Metalheads who were sometimes found outside the city walls.
Keira had opened up a successful mechanic shop. Racing remained the city's favorite form of entertainment, and being as hazardous as it was, it provided Keira with a steady stream of business.
Samos had begun teaching the lost art of Eco Channeling to anyone who was interested. Since the war had ended so had the city's vast need for eco, and as a result a few previously dry eco vents had begun to work. Samos hadn't seen a functioning green eco vent, or even a much more common blue eco vent, since Sandover village. One could imagine his surprise when he received reports that working Green, Blue and even more rare Yellow and Red eco vents had began to work all over Haven. The lack of available eco during the war had caused eco channeling to become a lost art, and now because of the surplus, Samos had decided to change that.
To his disappointment however, Jak had discovered that he could no longer channel the four basic types of Eco. Onin, through her interpreter Pecker, had told him that this was a result of his contamination with dark eco. It upset Jak, and made him long for the adventures back in Sandover, his Light Eco powers being of little condolence.
Jak had gotten far better at controlling his dark side. Unless he was overcome with rage, it was as if he had never been victim to the dark warrior program. The Precursors had done their best to help Jak manage his dark side as a reward for saving the planet. His newfound light eco abilities were also of help, as were the meditation lessons that Samos gave him once a week.
Sig had become king of Spargus and in the same courtesy as Ashelin had offered the throne to Jak. Jak had declined. Though most of Haven City had little if any idea who he was, Spargus was different. The Precursors had celebrated Jak's victory against Erol and the Darkmakers in front of the entire City and whenever Jak returned the people treated him like a god. Jak didn't like the attention, and thus he tried to visit the wasteland as little as possible.
It had just started to rain as Jak reached the Naughty Ottsel. Jak looked out the window as the rain poured down. He was definitely going to take a zoomer home. Jak had gotten a job serving at the Naughty Ottsel. Daxter had remodeled the struggling bar into one of the most popular hangouts in all of Haven. He needed help, and Jak, not being able to find agreeable work elsewhere, had instantly jumped on the job.
Torn had offered Jak a position with the Freedom League's Metalhead division, but Jak needed a break from combat. The truth was that apart from saving the world three times, Jak wasn't really qualified for much. Back in Sandover, when he should have been in school learning, Jak had been traveling across the land to try and help Daxter after his much needed bath.
Anything Jak was qualified in he had refused, not wanting a career in weaponry, combat racing, or defending the city. He had grown tired of these things and wanted a change, a new but mostly less dangerous and stressful adventure. Jak had originally planned to help Samos teach the art of channeling. This however was impossible now that Jak couldn't channel, and he had been crestfallen as a result.
Jak didn't mind serving. Daxter treated him more like an owner and less like an employee. Plus the money wasn't bad; the people of Haven were fairly good tippers. It was always awkward when a traveller from Spargus would visit the bar and see Jak. Thankfully visitors from Spargus were rare.
It was a little known fact that Jak had started going to College. He had decided that he wanted to become an Eco analyst. To do this he needed a college degree, as he lacked any form of formal education. The only people who knew about this were Tess and Daxter. Jak was relatively private and didn't want to tell anyone else. In truth, he was embarrassed.
Jak walked behind the counter, Tess was reorganizing the liquor on the back shelf. The after work rush hadn't started yet and she was using the down time as a chance to clean up. Tess turned around saw Jak and smiled She liked Jak and was thankful that he had accepted Daxter's job offer.
"Hi Jak, how are you" She squealed. Always happy to see the hero.
"Pretty standard" Jak replied, "Exams are coming up soon though and I've never taken one"
"You'll be fine, you've saved the world before I'm sure you can pass a tiny little test"
"I guess you're right" Jak took a deep breath and grabbed his apron from under the bar.
"Where is Daxter" Jak returned to his conversation with Tess.
"I don't know. I think he was meeting with Torn earlier."
Jak returned Tess' answer with confusion. Daxter had never liked Torn. It confused him that they suddenly had met up without him.
"That's weird I didn't know him and Torn talked"
"They don't usually, I think Daxter wanted to see if Torn had found any Metalheads lately. He wants more decorations on the walls"
"That makes sense" Jak replied.
He looked around the bar. The walls were full of Metalhead remains and other questionable decoration. He had no idea where Daxter would fit anything else.
Just then a Freedom League officer walked through the door holding a large steel box. On top of the box sat a proud Daxter.
"I'm home honey, did you miss me" Yelled Daxter
"Of course I did my little sugarplum. Jak and I were just talking about you"
Jak rolled his eyes at Tess' response.
"So Dax, I heard you picked up a few Metalheads from torn. I'm assuming that's what's in the box.
"Oh yea the box" Said Daxter. 'Just put it on the bar"
The guard struggled to put the steel box onto the bar. Daxter remained seated on top of it, not realizing the guards struggle.
"So are they Metalheads?" Jak returned to his question.
"Yea you bet they are buddy. Torn's team got a few of the flying spiders. Who though tattoo face would actually accomplish something without us Jak"
Jak groaned, He had no doubt in Torn's abilities to kick some Metalhead ass.
"So Dax, where are you going to put them? I don't see any room on the walls."
"Oh these aren't for the walls," replied Daxter "these are for the bedroom."
Tess' jaw dropped and having seen her reaction Jak let out a laugh and then decided it was time to get to work.
The after work rush had just begun. It was seven thirty. The Freedom League worked in three, seven-hour shifts. The first starting at five in the morning and ending at twelve. The next shift went from twelve to seven. The final shift, known among guards as the shift from Kor's nest, went from seven in the evening to five in the morning. Most businesses had adjusted their hours to almost match the afternoon shift of the Freedom League, opening at twelve but closing at eight rather than seven. This meant that those officers least had an hour to run errands.
The guards were always the first to arrive at the bar; Jak was friends with a few of them and genuinely enjoyed serving them. They were good company and more often that not, if business was slow, Jak found himself sitting down to a drink with them.
Today turned out to be pretty slow, so Jak sat down with a Beer and joined a group of three guards.
"Hey Jak! Did you hear about the spiders" One of the guards yelled. "Daxter bought them all off us. The little rat must be making a killing of this place. He paid way more than they were worth"
"Torn probably forced him to!" Laughed another guard
"He's probably going to hide them under Torn's bed. Or in his closet" Jak chucked.
"Torn lives in the closet. No way Daxter could get one in there without getting caught" Added the third guard.
The comment took Jak by surprise. He chose not to further pursue assuming that Torn had just been particularly harsh today. Jak thought back to his days dealing with the stone cold ex-KG commander.
"Rough Day?" Jak asked, "Oh wait speak of the devil!"
Torn had just walked into the Naughty Ottsel.
"What are we up to here" Torn sneered at the guards. His voice had only gotten more abrasive as time had passed.
"Just talking to Jak about the Metalheads we got today." The third guard replied.
"You don't deserve to talk to Jak. You three haven't been through shit. Shooting a barely alive Metalhead with my peacemaker and bragging about it might just turn out to be unhealthy" Torn violently replied. "Now get out of my face. I need to talk to Jak."
All three guards moved to a both across the room. Jak gave them a "sorry" look and then returned his attention to torn. He would never admit it but he liked when Torn bragged about his accomplishments.
"So Jak," Torn paused and took a breath before continuing. "I need you for a mission. We discovered the remains of a Dark Maker bot in the pumping station while looking for stray Metalheads. Vin wants to know if there are any salvageable parts that he could study. My men tried to bring it back but it's covered in dark eco."
"I told you I wasn't going out in the field anymore Torn"
"Jak, I know. You're the only one though. The city has no money to spare on special equipment right now."
"Fine I'll do it" Jak sighed
"I'll let you tell that rabid orange rat. I know you can't do anything without him"
"It's probably best" Jak laughed, "Do you want anything to drink in the meantime?"
"Just a beer"
Jak sat up and Torn promptly moved to rest his feet on the now empty chair. He felt bad for being so hard on the guards earlier but he told himself that he had too. A lot of the Freedom League was new and Torn had to forge them into effective warriors. He had to be the same with them as he was with Jak and the stupid rat when they joined the underground. The city was at peace now but Torn wanted his soldiers ready for anything. Torn had been taught to expect the worst
Jak walked up to the bar where he found Daxter mixing drinks and telling stories to a small group of guards. Jak didn't recognize them and he figured that they must have just finished their first shift.
"Hey Jak" Daxter looked up from the cocktail he had just poured. "I was just telling these youngsters about our glory days"
Jak laughed and smiled at the guards. It was funny that Daxter had referred to them as youngsters. The guards were all probably older than both Jak and Daxter. Jak was only nineteen although he looked much older. Two years of torture and another two years of war had aged the poor boy. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties and people treated him the same way. No one had ever really asked Jak his age they just assumed he was as old as he looked. Obviously Daxter knew, as did Keira, but they had both been forced to grow up quickly as well. Not to the same severity as Jak, but still significant.
"Well Dax our glory days aren't over yet. Torn has a task for us"
"Tattoo Face has a what? Are you out of your mind? You and I both agreed that we were going to take a break!"
"Come on Dax. It will be fun."
"Yea you're right" Daxter took a deep breath before yelling at the top of his lungs "The demolition duo is back baby"
Torn heard Daxter loud and clear and couldn't help but smile.
