Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy (Fan Fiction)

5: The final Power Cell and Jaklyn's Weapon

Jak’s P.O.V

I can make noises! Jaklyn said it was just me growing, but I knew it was the Blue Eco.
We had reached the highest point of Geyser Rock. Daxterette had gotten the last Power Cell, and there was only a drop back down to the teleporter gate. I leapt off the ledge without hesitation, causing Daxter to scream, and did a spin-kick just before I landed on the ground, stopping my fall.
Jaklyn and Daxterette came floating down on a Floating Precursor Platform, Jaklyn sparking with the remnants of Blue Eco.
She scoffed. “Impulsive boys.”
Daxter leapt off my shoulder and barrelled towards the blue button he was trying to press earlier. “Let’s see Big-Green-Hairy-and-Ugly stop me this time!” He stomped on the button, and it activated the teleporter, which he then threw himself into.
I followed without a moment’s hesitation, and managed to surpass him in arriving at Samos’s hut.
I landed on my stomach on the floor of the hut. Daxter came shrieking out of the gate a moment later, and almost hit me in the head if I hadn’t ducked.
He landed about a metre in front of me and looked back, frowning and grimacing.
I jumped up, just as Jaklyn and Daxterette burst out of the gate.
“Good training, boys, girls,” Samos said. “But that’s nothing compared to what challenges lie ahead!”
“Aaaaaah, they’re no problem!” Daxter shrieked, like he was drunk. “We got the moves, eh Jak, Jaklyn, Daxterette? We’d love to stay and chat, Big Green, but we’re, uh – itchin’ to get on with our adventures.”
Samos groaned. “Fine, fine.  Adventure away then.  And while you're out adventuring, why don't you make yourself useful?  My darn Green Eco collectors are clogged up again.  Head out to the far side of the beach and clear them out, why don't you?  Follow the lamps.  They'll take you right there. Now... all of you... GET OUT OF HERE!”
Jaklyn giggled and walked out, with Daxterette on her shoulder. Daxter scurried onto my shoulder and we left.
We walked down to Keira’s workshop. Daxter ran over and leapt in front of her. “So, baby, whaddaya say you and I go cruisin’ on this A-Grav Zoomer? I think it-”

“Rule number one,” Keira interrupted harshly. “I don’t date animals.”
“Aaaaaah, ya don’ know what you’re missin’!”   Daxter was in no way deterred by Keira’s hurtful statement.
“Listen, if you need something to keep you busy, my father always talked about an ancient Precursor pipeline hidden deep underground.  Some of the pipes end in vents from which Eco flows freely, and some have been capped off so that the Eco is sealed back.  There must be a way to turn the capped vents on. I traced part of the pipeline back to the Forbidden Temple. Maybe you should look there for some type of switch! Also, Daddy said he needs to see you four.”
We all started to walk off, so I only just caught the end fragment of Keira’s sentence, “…Green Eco Harvesters.”
We climbed the ramp back to Samos’s place.
He nearly burst a blood vessel. “Some brave adventurers you four are.  Back already and without clearing my blocked Eco harvesters!  They're on the far side of the beach, boys.  Now... GET MOVING!”
Ohhhh! So that’s what Keira said!
“What? She said something and you neglected to mention that? Was it about me?” Daxter bombarded me with questions.
It wasn’t about you. All I heard was “Green Eco Harvesters” and I had no clue what she said. She must've said, “After you clear his Green Eco Harvesters.”
Daxter ground his teeth. “Well, we should get unblocking those harvester thingies before he-” – Daxter started to imitate Samos’s voice – “turns us all into ferns!”
Daxterette burst out laughing. Then, when Jaklyn looked at her pointedly, she said, “Inside joke.”
We ran through the village. The bridges creaked and groaned and squeaked at our weight, but they held.
We’d just past the fisherman’s house when Jaklyn stopped and cocked her head. “Hear that?”
Her arrow in her hair slid slightly. She must have had hunter’s senses, because no, no-one but her could hear anything except the calm trickling of the water in the fountain next to us.
I shook my head. Daxter and Daxterette were also shaking their heads.
Jaklyn pulled her arrow out of her bun, and held it out in front of her. It morphed into a full sized bow, which she pulled an arrow out of a quiver that had appeared on her back. She nocked the arrow, pulled back the string, and aimed it at the water.
Suddenly a huge orange lurker shark leapt out of the water. Jaklyn shot an arrow at it, which landed in its great gaping maw.
My mouth dropped open. Nice shot!
Daxter worded my thoughts. But not how I said them. No, he had to say, “Whoa, baby!” before saying what I said, then saying, “Jak’s words, not mine!”
I wanted to strangle him and wear his little furry body as a cape. But the way Jaklyn looked at me made all of my mean thoughts disperse. Her face was almost glowing with happiness and her smile was full of more than friendship. Almost love…

Jaklyn’s P.O.V

Daxterette told me what my face looked like. She told me it was the happiest she’d ever seen me. And my smile was full of friendship and much more...
I think I’ve got a crush on him. The scruffy, mute kid, ever so modest and humble, and the most beautiful smile...
We walked down to where the dead lurker shark lay, on the docks. I retrieved my arrow and slung my quiver off my back. I held the weapons out and they shrunk back into my single arrow, which I stuck back into my bun.
I bit my lip. Gol and Maya would probably take the enchanted arrow back when they found out I was no longer their Dark Eco freak. I had to keep playing. I had to keep this weapon, because, if I lost it, I would be of no use to anyone. Defenceless. Easily disposable.
Suddenly, another lurker shark burst out of the water, heading straight for Jak. I cried out, knowing my arrow would never transform in time, but he swiftly turned and punched the shark in the eye.
I ran forward with my arrow and slit the beast’s throat. Then I looked up at Jak. “Strong fists.”
He grinned and shoved his hands in his pockets. We headed back to the fisherman’s house, when this time Jak stopped. Daxter translated his mute thoughts. “Scout fly! Does anyone hear that whirring noise?”
My huntress ears already picked it up, so I nodded. “It’s coming from the fisherman’s hut.”
Jak entered the hut and soon came out holding a little fly, which buzzed in his hand.