Haven City, All Week
The week had gotten off to an awesome start for Jak.
He got in, said hi to Dax, got yelled at by Torn, got yelled at by Krew, got yelled at by Tess for not making sure her 'baby' was well-fed, and by the time the whole cycle of yelling had finished, he'd gotten a call from Vin because shit had just hit the fan. Again.
This was the way his life should be. All anger, adrenaline, and getting shit done.
Not that he thought about it in those terms, exactly. Or in any terms at all. On Monday, Jak had been on the road to the power station in record time. The Baron, Vin said, had played him. ("I think he's trying to kill me," the old coot had yelled, then flailed, then yelled again, "I think everyone's trying to kill me!")
"Those eco wells he had me drill?" Vin prompted, smashing a few keys on his keyboard, "He was never planning to use them! It doesn't make any sense!"
Jak crossed his arms and waited. By now, he knew the old guy pretty well, and there were times to cut him off, and times to just let him ramble his way on to the point. This was one of the latter cases.
Vin dove behind a console, suddenly cowering. "You know," he shivered, "Open eco wells attract Metal Heads!" He popped back up. "You've got to close them off!"
Uh...
That sounded a little... technical.
Cutting off time, then--
"These plasmite bombs will do the trick!"
...Okay, that worked for Jak.
"Drop one into each well!" Vin said, grinning. Really, the mood swings were kind of worrying. "And the blast will do the rest!" He shoved the tray of bombs into Jak's arms. The blond stumbled backwards a couple of steps, trying to keep himself steady.
One of the charges rolled from the top of the stack, and nearly hit the floor-- but Daxter dove forward and saved it. "Plasmite, huh?" he asked, tossing the bomb back up into the air and then catching it. "Cool. How does it work?" He shook it.
That was about when it started flashing red.
"Gyaaah!" Daxter shoved it back at Vin like it was a hot potato. "I think this is yours!"
Only to get it hurled back at him. "Not my problem anymore!"
"No!" Dax threw it up and back at Vin. "I insist!"
The old man fumbled desperately to catch it again. "You're the hero!" he screeched, lobbing it at Daxter.
Jak... stared over the stack of the bombs he already had.
"Jak's the hero!" Daxter crowed, and tossed the thing straight at Jak, who caught it. With the stack of bombs he was already holding. Which... suddenly also came to life, blinking a dangerous red.
Crap.
"...sorry," the ottsel said, backing off. "My bad."
"You've armed the lot!" It was sad how used Jak was to this kind of stuff these days. Especially around Vin. "Don't move!" Beat. "On second thought, move! Go far away! Go through the portal, and toss a bomb down each eco well before they go off! YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES!"
...Didn't have to tell Jak that one twice.
He threw himself through the portal, shoved his JET-board under his feet, and practically hurled himself into the dig site, speeding across hills and lakes of dark eco to nix the charges before they nixed him.
---
The next few days were no less uneventful. Although in the kind of frustrating way. Torn had taken up sending them off on stupid jaunts to 'explore the city' and deliver packages like they were a couple of errand boys. Jak suspected this was just to keep him out of the Underground's hair while Torn figured out how to deal with him being back.
Whatever.
It was upon the third eco spill he'd cleaned up that he was really, really getting fed up, which was of course the moment that Vin finally called him again and the world tilted sideways and gave Jak something utterly insane to do.
Lucky he liked insane.
This is how he wound up sitting in a moving turret on a fragrant Saturday evening, shooting a giant warship out of the sky while flying KG bots lit the sky on fire with the shots pouring out of their guns.
All in all, it was a hell of a lot more fun than running around looking for Precursor orbs.
(Still, Jak was starting to get concerned. Kor looked a little wonky, lately. Maybe something was up, and no one was telling him about it-- because he was stuck back in Fandom.
Because he needed more reasons to get pissed off)
The ship, for anyone at home wondering, made a very satisfying crashing noise when it struck the ground below, twenty minutes later.
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He got in, said hi to Dax, got yelled at by Torn, got yelled at by Krew, got yelled at by Tess for not making sure her 'baby' was well-fed, and by the time the whole cycle of yelling had finished, he'd gotten a call from Vin because shit had just hit the fan. Again.
This was the way his life should be. All anger, adrenaline, and getting shit done.
Not that he thought about it in those terms, exactly. Or in any terms at all. On Monday, Jak had been on the road to the power station in record time. The Baron, Vin said, had played him. ("I think he's trying to kill me," the old coot had yelled, then flailed, then yelled again, "I think everyone's trying to kill me!")
"Those eco wells he had me drill?" Vin prompted, smashing a few keys on his keyboard, "He was never planning to use them! It doesn't make any sense!"
Jak crossed his arms and waited. By now, he knew the old guy pretty well, and there were times to cut him off, and times to just let him ramble his way on to the point. This was one of the latter cases.
Vin dove behind a console, suddenly cowering. "You know," he shivered, "Open eco wells attract Metal Heads!" He popped back up. "You've got to close them off!"
Uh...
That sounded a little... technical.
Cutting off time, then--
"These plasmite bombs will do the trick!"
...Okay, that worked for Jak.
"Drop one into each well!" Vin said, grinning. Really, the mood swings were kind of worrying. "And the blast will do the rest!" He shoved the tray of bombs into Jak's arms. The blond stumbled backwards a couple of steps, trying to keep himself steady.
One of the charges rolled from the top of the stack, and nearly hit the floor-- but Daxter dove forward and saved it. "Plasmite, huh?" he asked, tossing the bomb back up into the air and then catching it. "Cool. How does it work?" He shook it.
That was about when it started flashing red.
"Gyaaah!" Daxter shoved it back at Vin like it was a hot potato. "I think this is yours!"
Only to get it hurled back at him. "Not my problem anymore!"
"No!" Dax threw it up and back at Vin. "I insist!"
The old man fumbled desperately to catch it again. "You're the hero!" he screeched, lobbing it at Daxter.
Jak... stared over the stack of the bombs he already had.
"Jak's the hero!" Daxter crowed, and tossed the thing straight at Jak, who caught it. With the stack of bombs he was already holding. Which... suddenly also came to life, blinking a dangerous red.
Crap.
"...sorry," the ottsel said, backing off. "My bad."
"You've armed the lot!" It was sad how used Jak was to this kind of stuff these days. Especially around Vin. "Don't move!" Beat. "On second thought, move! Go far away! Go through the portal, and toss a bomb down each eco well before they go off! YOU HAVE TWO MINUTES!"
...Didn't have to tell Jak that one twice.
He threw himself through the portal, shoved his JET-board under his feet, and practically hurled himself into the dig site, speeding across hills and lakes of dark eco to nix the charges before they nixed him.
---
The next few days were no less uneventful. Although in the kind of frustrating way. Torn had taken up sending them off on stupid jaunts to 'explore the city' and deliver packages like they were a couple of errand boys. Jak suspected this was just to keep him out of the Underground's hair while Torn figured out how to deal with him being back.
Whatever.
It was upon the third eco spill he'd cleaned up that he was really, really getting fed up, which was of course the moment that Vin finally called him again and the world tilted sideways and gave Jak something utterly insane to do.
Lucky he liked insane.
This is how he wound up sitting in a moving turret on a fragrant Saturday evening, shooting a giant warship out of the sky while flying KG bots lit the sky on fire with the shots pouring out of their guns.
All in all, it was a hell of a lot more fun than running around looking for Precursor orbs.
(Still, Jak was starting to get concerned. Kor looked a little wonky, lately. Maybe something was up, and no one was telling him about it-- because he was stuck back in Fandom.
Because he needed more reasons to get pissed off)
The ship, for anyone at home wondering, made a very satisfying crashing noise when it struck the ground below, twenty minutes later.
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