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“J…Jak?”
The pleading human eyed his darker friend in literal fear. The shorter human stepped back and held a hand in front of Fei and Beta. They shouldn’t have to be involved in their problems. But now they were, and so was he.
“Did Jak just do the unthinkable?”
Of all the times Jak had to run off and be mean and nasty, now wasn’t the greatest time. The long knife eared man eyed Fei and Beta “I.. gotta take this, you two.”
With newfound blood lust, Dark eyed his sword with glares that could kill anyone if he stared long enough. Enough that people egan to get confused from looking at the blur that was the beast and they shrugged it off, thinking it was one of the local inhabitants around Arcadia.
Call it some sort of instinct but the dark man had just as much endurance as a darkened athletic prowess animal did. As expected, the dark man took advantage of his feral side, jumping small, easy to jump over buildings, keeping a grasp on Jak’s sword, which somehow made him stronger. No wonder that damn baron wanted this so bad.
In hopping over tall buildings, he hoped to attract little attention to himself in the process. His nose picked various scents which distracted him, hopefully Jak’s friend didn’t follow him or contact anyone in the process.
Somehow Dark watched Jak celebrating all over town winning with his newfound friends and allies and he could use it to his advantage. He thought about Shinku and Jak’s allyship and how it was on all right terms. It was also revealed to him that Jak had contacts other than Shinku, much like a faction. One he once had rocky footing with.
Dark smirked “This will be too interesting, fools.”
A blur followed him from the background as someone used his human form to transform back into an ottsel and sighed “Jak, not this time, not this DAMN time I don’t plan to lose you!”
It was only made known to the dark beast to stop when a loud noise came up on Jak’s Comm as “Anon”. Should he take this call? From whom of all the people who want to contact him?
A rough voice and snort came over the comms “So…. I heard you are looking for something interesting, stranger. I’ve been watching more than you know or like, and I know your antics and moves. I’ve seen someone named Jak in Dante’s Comet before, but I haven’t seen the power and abilities you have before.”
“You want to join WYVERN? Prove to me you have the power and mettle required to take on space pirating.”
“Perhaps we might have a use for you.”
General Ridley
Dark found Jak’s old ship where he left it and hopped in it, moving his fingers among the controls, being able to read the language of precursor and set it for “Mesa.” Daxter screamed as he was too late and said ship had left him in Erde, cursing and embarrassed.
Dark sat pacing in the strange machine known as a rocket with a pocket comm in his hands, listening to this Ridley speaking of great reward and more. The King muttered something aloud. “Was this a setup or legitimate?”
The pleading human eyed his darker friend in literal fear. The shorter human stepped back and held a hand in front of Fei and Beta. They shouldn’t have to be involved in their problems. But now they were, and so was he.
“Did Jak just do the unthinkable?”
Of all the times Jak had to run off and be mean and nasty, now wasn’t the greatest time. The long knife eared man eyed Fei and Beta “I.. gotta take this, you two.”
With newfound blood lust, Dark eyed his sword with glares that could kill anyone if he stared long enough. Enough that people egan to get confused from looking at the blur that was the beast and they shrugged it off, thinking it was one of the local inhabitants around Arcadia.
Call it some sort of instinct but the dark man had just as much endurance as a darkened athletic prowess animal did. As expected, the dark man took advantage of his feral side, jumping small, easy to jump over buildings, keeping a grasp on Jak’s sword, which somehow made him stronger. No wonder that damn baron wanted this so bad.
In hopping over tall buildings, he hoped to attract little attention to himself in the process. His nose picked various scents which distracted him, hopefully Jak’s friend didn’t follow him or contact anyone in the process.
Somehow Dark watched Jak celebrating all over town winning with his newfound friends and allies and he could use it to his advantage. He thought about Shinku and Jak’s allyship and how it was on all right terms. It was also revealed to him that Jak had contacts other than Shinku, much like a faction. One he once had rocky footing with.
Dark smirked “This will be too interesting, fools.”
A blur followed him from the background as someone used his human form to transform back into an ottsel and sighed “Jak, not this time, not this DAMN time I don’t plan to lose you!”
It was only made known to the dark beast to stop when a loud noise came up on Jak’s Comm as “Anon”. Should he take this call? From whom of all the people who want to contact him?
A rough voice and snort came over the comms “So…. I heard you are looking for something interesting, stranger. I’ve been watching more than you know or like, and I know your antics and moves. I’ve seen someone named Jak in Dante’s Comet before, but I haven’t seen the power and abilities you have before.”
“You want to join WYVERN? Prove to me you have the power and mettle required to take on space pirating.”
“Perhaps we might have a use for you.”
General Ridley
Dark found Jak’s old ship where he left it and hopped in it, moving his fingers among the controls, being able to read the language of precursor and set it for “Mesa.” Daxter screamed as he was too late and said ship had left him in Erde, cursing and embarrassed.
Dark sat pacing in the strange machine known as a rocket with a pocket comm in his hands, listening to this Ridley speaking of great reward and more. The King muttered something aloud. “Was this a setup or legitimate?”
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