Haven City Sewers, Sunday Morning
Jak had been planning on another uneventful day strolling around the carnival looking for something to do, but life (or Krew) had something else in store. Sure, he tended to like being out on mission a hell of a lot better than cooling his heels in Fandom and trying to figure out what to make of himself, but.
Soaring through a dank and dirty sewer on his JET-board? Not really what Jak had planned for that day.
The pile-up of mines was just a bonus.
Mucking around in the mud (or 'not just mud', if you asked Dax and... went by the smell) it was. The sewers were filled nearly to the brink with crap and piss and other... unsavoury substances. All this for some priceless statue of Mar Krew had lost Precursors know how long ago.
Could've been worse. If it wasn't for the JET-board, Jak would've had to swim.
"Hit the switch!" Daxter screeched, and Jak dove just in time to avoid the loud processors in the water, hopped up into the platform and smashed into the platform. He hit the switch (or rather, rolled it) and watched the not-really-water levels sink far below.
"Quickly, Jak! I think we're almost there!"
Didn't have to tell Jak that twice.
At least there wasn't anything roaming around the sewers. The last thing he'd need was another gremlin invasion, or something. He sped through the corridor, the mines now landlocked and easily visible, dodging and weaving and trying very hard not to think about the smell.
They zoomed into a large room, devoid of smelly gunk, and there was a spark of red up there...
Jak hopped from the JET-board. He looked up. The statue was... huge, all stately grace and power. Mar, the great, legendary warrior who had built Haven a long time ago. Krew had been right: it was a pretty impressive thing all right.
No wonder it was that pricey or whatever.
Dax hopped off his shoulder and scrambled up, climbing up along the lines of the stone figure until he reached the top. He yanked on the key, once - didn't work - twice, didn't work - thrice, and then suddenly it popped loose.
Oh, shit.
The priceless artifact tumbled down, soaring straight down towards the floor, ready to shatter and find itself completely--
Jak shot past and grabbed it, the ruby key barely just hitting his palms. But safe. Thank the Precursors. "Got it!"
He held it up to the light, grinning. "Where would you be without me, eh, Dax?"
Daxter stared at him like he was the dumbest and most oblivious person who had ever lived.
"Well, Jak," the Ottsel started, "I probably wouldn't be two feet tall, fuzzy, and running around a sewer without a pair of pants." He sighed. "God. I miss pants."
[[ some dialogue taken from Jak 2: Renegade, as is the mission. nfb, nfi, ooc-okay! ]]
Soaring through a dank and dirty sewer on his JET-board? Not really what Jak had planned for that day.
The pile-up of mines was just a bonus.
Mucking around in the mud (or 'not just mud', if you asked Dax and... went by the smell) it was. The sewers were filled nearly to the brink with crap and piss and other... unsavoury substances. All this for some priceless statue of Mar Krew had lost Precursors know how long ago.
Could've been worse. If it wasn't for the JET-board, Jak would've had to swim.
"Hit the switch!" Daxter screeched, and Jak dove just in time to avoid the loud processors in the water, hopped up into the platform and smashed into the platform. He hit the switch (or rather, rolled it) and watched the not-really-water levels sink far below.
"Quickly, Jak! I think we're almost there!"
Didn't have to tell Jak that twice.
At least there wasn't anything roaming around the sewers. The last thing he'd need was another gremlin invasion, or something. He sped through the corridor, the mines now landlocked and easily visible, dodging and weaving and trying very hard not to think about the smell.
They zoomed into a large room, devoid of smelly gunk, and there was a spark of red up there...
Jak hopped from the JET-board. He looked up. The statue was... huge, all stately grace and power. Mar, the great, legendary warrior who had built Haven a long time ago. Krew had been right: it was a pretty impressive thing all right.
No wonder it was that pricey or whatever.
Dax hopped off his shoulder and scrambled up, climbing up along the lines of the stone figure until he reached the top. He yanked on the key, once - didn't work - twice, didn't work - thrice, and then suddenly it popped loose.
Oh, shit.
The priceless artifact tumbled down, soaring straight down towards the floor, ready to shatter and find itself completely--
Jak shot past and grabbed it, the ruby key barely just hitting his palms. But safe. Thank the Precursors. "Got it!"
He held it up to the light, grinning. "Where would you be without me, eh, Dax?"
Daxter stared at him like he was the dumbest and most oblivious person who had ever lived.
"Well, Jak," the Ottsel started, "I probably wouldn't be two feet tall, fuzzy, and running around a sewer without a pair of pants." He sighed. "God. I miss pants."
[[ some dialogue taken from Jak 2: Renegade, as is the mission. nfb, nfi, ooc-okay! ]]