It'd only been a couple of weeks, but Fandom seemed a whole other lifetime away. Haven was getting worse by the day -- not that Jak cared much about the state of the city -- and jobs were coming in hot and fast ( Read more... )

While baby fever ruled Fandom, Jak had used the morning quiet on saturday to slip out for what he was told was an urgent mission. Onin had called him, in fact. He'd had to take a quick test to help her put the seal together from all the pieces he'd gathered lately, but it was done. Whole ( Read more... )

"First stop, Hip Hog Haven," Jak said, walking out of the slums 'house' he and Daxter occupied. Well, mostly just Daxter, these days. The little orange Ottsel had been sworn to silence about five minutes in, because the last thing Jak needed was to hear him point out how Triela had 'turned into a Betty', or something like that ( Read more... )

( In Which Things Continue To Get More Complicated. )

So getting called in because Brutter dug up a piece of the Seal of Mar for him? Not really the most exciting of missions. Since it seemed like a real waste of time to just jump into Haven to pick that up and then rush on home, Jak figured he had a pass to extend that time just a little longer.

For something like taking Jono out drinking in a real ( Read more... )

( Previously, on Jak's Life... )

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... )

( In which a discovery is made. )

( One more mission into Dead Town. And a shocker. )

( Of Bad Plans and Frayed Tempers; or, The One In Which We Hit The Endgame of Act 1. )