( Previously, on Jak's Life... )

Jak jerked awake to the sound of his communicator detaching itself from his bag and floating up into the sky, unfurling. It made a loud crackling noise; a few months of Haven meant that Jak reacted automatically, forcing himself upright and as awake as he could possible get himself.

"Jak." Ashelin. "I can't get through to Torn, so you'll have to ( Read more... )

Tuesday.

Jak was up and about, getting stuff up and running for the day - which was slang for getting himself dressed and outfitted as well as he could without access to his Morph Gun. He checked his phone for messages (one from Dinah he still... didn't know what to do with), then his other communicator for other messages. Nothing. Okay. On with ( Read more... )

So it was break time at last! Jak was a little of two minds - he did like it down here, but home was home, and it'd been way too long since he went there by himself. It wasn't like he wasn't coming back in a week or anything, anyway, so he didn't have to miss much ( Read more... )