[There's a skinny, tanned, fourteen year old Jak standing in the hallway of deck four looking very, very lost ( Read more... )

[There's a link in text at the beginning of Jak's post, before it cuts into audio. Jak sounds as if he's barely holding his anger in check.]

So which one of you was it?

[Damn it Jinx.  Damn it.

Jak never really liked the munitions expert, but he never thought he'd stoop as low as raping someone.  People did a lot of illegal things to survive in Haven; stealing, smuggling, even murder if it meant the chance of a step towards freedom ( Read more... )

[Long, awkward silence.]

I'm ... missing some things.

[Locked to Bass // 45% unhackable]

This isn't over.

(( OOC: Jak is missing his goggles, boots, tunic, pants, scarf, leather harness, arm wraps and waist wrap; silly boy wasn't wearing his armor. Strikethroughs have already been claimed everything's gone! :3 ))

I'm going out for supplies.  If you're trapped and need something, now's the time to ask.

[The voice that comes over the transmission is cracked and obviously trying to stifle pain through heavy breaths.]

Damas ...

(( OOC: Follows on from this log. ))