Haven City, Friday Morning
You know, Jak really loved getting called out of bed at fuck knows when in the morning by Krew.
Really.
Fast forward a few hours, and his zoomer was kicking it through the streets of Haven, tipping heavily back by the weight of the Lurker attached to it. Lurkers. He was freeing Lurker slaves. What the hell had happened to the world?
Krimzon Guard alarms were sounding all over the place. Jak tipped the zoomer sideways to dodge some stray fire from on the ground. Okay.
Crap, this level was crowded. He pushed forwards, dipping onto the streets, nearly ramming into a random pedestrian. Take a corner into the bazaar...
("The Baron just sent one of his goons to hassle me again. Health violations, back taxes..." Krew mourned, fanning himself with a tiny paddle that Jak really didn't want to think about. "Everyone wants a piece of me."
"Lucky for you there´s plenty to go around!" Daxter said, with his usual lack of tact, and crossed his arms.
" Destroying that cargo in the port was more important than you know, eh." Looked like Krew was ignoring Daxter this time around. Good. Now maybe they could get to the point. "I've got a new project going, and let's just say I don't need anyone snooping around my shipments." Krew admired himself in the mirror, fanning up a storm.
Jak rolled his eyes. Come on. Get to the point.
"Let's just say that if everything goes according to plan, I'll be cornering the market in Metal Head trophies," Krew said, gleefully, lunging back across the store.
Yeah. Everyone would be impressed. Jak's eyes rolled again and he thought almost fondly of Loki the previous day. Maybe one of the kids back in Fandom knew something for the odor, at least.
"Anyway, I have another job for you." Oh fucking finally. "An associate of mine, Brutter, works with me in the forced labour trade."
Nice word for it. "You mean the slave trade," Jak snapped. Krew's habit of mincing words annoyed him at the best of times.
"I prefer..." Krew fanned himself thoughtfully. "Freedom-challenged. Lurkers are the city's low-class labour..."
... Lurkers.
No, seriously.
Lurkers?
"Brutter pays me handsomely to free Lurkers and get them safely out of the city," Krew continued, oblivious. "Ah, it lifts my spirit to help those in need-- and I NEED HIS MONEY."
Whoa, sudden shower of spittle. Jak held up his hands.
"Lurkers?" Daxter said, voicing both their opinions pretty well, "We don't LIKE Lurkers!" At all. Precursors.
"But you do like gun upgrades, eh?" Krew grinned, exposing all of his tiny little teeth. "There are three prison transports with Lurkers heading to a project the Baron has going outside the city. Rescue them, and bring the three Lurkers to Brutter's trinket stand in the Bazaar."
Rescuing Lurkers. What the fuck was the world coming to? )
Jak tipped his zoomer again, and the last corner was rounded. The zoomer shot forward fast, heading for the wall up ahead-- then he yanked on the controls, making a giant arc in the marketplace. Suddenly, the load on the zoomer lifted and he heard the impact of Lurker feet on the ground below.
He kicked the brakes hard.
The vehicle made a tell-tale little whine and Jak... Hurled himself off.
Brakes were shot.
It exploded on impact when it reached the other end of the bazaar. "That was close," he muttered.
"You're telling me?!" Daxter yelled, indignant, but Jak was already on the move. Maybe Brutter could keep them out of the limelight while the heat died down outside.
They slid behind his stand and waited.
Coming face to face with the Lurker was the weirdest thing ever. Wait, no: the weirdest thing ever was the giant smile on his face. Or the haircut he had going on. Or the glasses. Lurkers weren't supposed to do haircuts or smiles or glasses.
Seriously. Jak's world was tipping today.
"Little orangey warrior!" Brutter enthused - another weird, weird thing to see on a Lurker - and reached over to muss the fur on Daxter's head. "You have done great thing for Brutter and Lurker people!"
Okay, it was great and all to get a thanks for once, but all the kissing Brutter was doing to Daxter's head was probably not comfortable.
If hilarious.
Jak surpressed a snicker.
"HEY!" Daxter spluttered, "NO TOUCHA THE DO!"
"Oh, sorry!" The Lurker stretched Dax out and laid him down gently. There was more spluttering from where he was lying, but Brutter was addressing Jak now. "Thank you very much! Brutter will not forget! Brutter pay you back! You'll see!"
Actual gratitude from a Lurker. This time was so, so weird.
Jak shook his head and fought down a slight smile. Back to Krew for a gun upgrade.
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and taken from zhe canon AKA Jak II: Renegade. WOO. ]]
Really.
Fast forward a few hours, and his zoomer was kicking it through the streets of Haven, tipping heavily back by the weight of the Lurker attached to it. Lurkers. He was freeing Lurker slaves. What the hell had happened to the world?
Krimzon Guard alarms were sounding all over the place. Jak tipped the zoomer sideways to dodge some stray fire from on the ground. Okay.
Crap, this level was crowded. He pushed forwards, dipping onto the streets, nearly ramming into a random pedestrian. Take a corner into the bazaar...
("The Baron just sent one of his goons to hassle me again. Health violations, back taxes..." Krew mourned, fanning himself with a tiny paddle that Jak really didn't want to think about. "Everyone wants a piece of me."
"Lucky for you there´s plenty to go around!" Daxter said, with his usual lack of tact, and crossed his arms.
" Destroying that cargo in the port was more important than you know, eh." Looked like Krew was ignoring Daxter this time around. Good. Now maybe they could get to the point. "I've got a new project going, and let's just say I don't need anyone snooping around my shipments." Krew admired himself in the mirror, fanning up a storm.
Jak rolled his eyes. Come on. Get to the point.
"Let's just say that if everything goes according to plan, I'll be cornering the market in Metal Head trophies," Krew said, gleefully, lunging back across the store.
Yeah. Everyone would be impressed. Jak's eyes rolled again and he thought almost fondly of Loki the previous day. Maybe one of the kids back in Fandom knew something for the odor, at least.
"Anyway, I have another job for you." Oh fucking finally. "An associate of mine, Brutter, works with me in the forced labour trade."
Nice word for it. "You mean the slave trade," Jak snapped. Krew's habit of mincing words annoyed him at the best of times.
"I prefer..." Krew fanned himself thoughtfully. "Freedom-challenged. Lurkers are the city's low-class labour..."
... Lurkers.
No, seriously.
Lurkers?
"Brutter pays me handsomely to free Lurkers and get them safely out of the city," Krew continued, oblivious. "Ah, it lifts my spirit to help those in need-- and I NEED HIS MONEY."
Whoa, sudden shower of spittle. Jak held up his hands.
"Lurkers?" Daxter said, voicing both their opinions pretty well, "We don't LIKE Lurkers!" At all. Precursors.
"But you do like gun upgrades, eh?" Krew grinned, exposing all of his tiny little teeth. "There are three prison transports with Lurkers heading to a project the Baron has going outside the city. Rescue them, and bring the three Lurkers to Brutter's trinket stand in the Bazaar."
Rescuing Lurkers. What the fuck was the world coming to? )
Jak tipped his zoomer again, and the last corner was rounded. The zoomer shot forward fast, heading for the wall up ahead-- then he yanked on the controls, making a giant arc in the marketplace. Suddenly, the load on the zoomer lifted and he heard the impact of Lurker feet on the ground below.
He kicked the brakes hard.
The vehicle made a tell-tale little whine and Jak... Hurled himself off.
Brakes were shot.
It exploded on impact when it reached the other end of the bazaar. "That was close," he muttered.
"You're telling me?!" Daxter yelled, indignant, but Jak was already on the move. Maybe Brutter could keep them out of the limelight while the heat died down outside.
They slid behind his stand and waited.
Coming face to face with the Lurker was the weirdest thing ever. Wait, no: the weirdest thing ever was the giant smile on his face. Or the haircut he had going on. Or the glasses. Lurkers weren't supposed to do haircuts or smiles or glasses.
Seriously. Jak's world was tipping today.
"Little orangey warrior!" Brutter enthused - another weird, weird thing to see on a Lurker - and reached over to muss the fur on Daxter's head. "You have done great thing for Brutter and Lurker people!"
Okay, it was great and all to get a thanks for once, but all the kissing Brutter was doing to Daxter's head was probably not comfortable.
If hilarious.
Jak surpressed a snicker.
"HEY!" Daxter spluttered, "NO TOUCHA THE DO!"
"Oh, sorry!" The Lurker stretched Dax out and laid him down gently. There was more spluttering from where he was lying, but Brutter was addressing Jak now. "Thank you very much! Brutter will not forget! Brutter pay you back! You'll see!"
Actual gratitude from a Lurker. This time was so, so weird.
Jak shook his head and fought down a slight smile. Back to Krew for a gun upgrade.
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and taken from zhe canon AKA Jak II: Renegade. WOO. ]]