Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy (Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: A (Much-Needed) Bath

The boat's motor revved as the blonde boy turned the key in the ignition. His red-haired friend stood nervously on the dock, glancing around.

The blonde snickered and waved his friend on board. He seemed to be saying it's fine, we'll be fine.

The other boy didn't seem convinced, but he dubiously stepped onto the rocking boat. "Ugh," he moaned, swaying on his feet. He fell on his butt on the floor, clutching at his head.

The first boy chuckled and started the boat. It started to pull away from the dock. He sat down and leant back, kicking up his feet.

Halfway through the trip, the redhead stood up rapidly. He bolted to the side of the ship, stumbling a little, and then threw up over the side of the boat. The blonde snickered and went back to staring at the setting sun.

A splash brought his attention back to his friend. He chuckled again, seeing his friend's hands gripping the edge of the boat. He'd fallen in. The blonde-haired boy extended a hand and pulled his friend back on board. The boat chugged off towards the horizon, where there was an island, shrouded in mist and black sand. It was aptly named Misty Island.

They stopped the boat at the rickety jetty jutting out from the beach, tying it to one of the posts. The two boys jumped off and walked off the wooden planks. Their calloused feet found thick grains of black sand.

"Hey, uh, Jak?" the redhead murmured. "Old Green Stuff told us not to come here!"

The blonde, Jak, didn't reply. He kept marching forward. He turned a corner, then jumped back abruptly, startling his friend.

Putting a finger to his lips, Jak clambered up an outcrop of large boulders. His friend followed him.

The outcrop overlooked a small clearing in Misty Island. It broke only by large cracks in the ground from which mist poured from. On the other side of the area, there was a large round panel that looked kind of like a sealed door. Crowded around the door were strange, ape-like creatures. They all had yellow eyes and long, large tusks jutting from their lower lip. Some of them had reddish fur and their knuckles dragged along the ground. Short, coarse black hair sprouted from their heads and the backs of their hands. The other ones were twice the size and blue. They all wore helmets made out of yakow skulls and carried clubs fashioned of bone.

All the strange creatures faced the round door, staring intently. Waiting for something?

As if on cue, a blast of purple light shone from two places just in front of the door. Two people appeared, their hair fluttering dramatically in the wind.

There was a man and a woman. The man had long blonde hair. It swept around his face, free from a helmet. They both had purplish skin. The man wore a blue coat with one sleeve torn away. On the arm without the sleeve there was a bronze gauntlet. Beneath the jacket was a torn white singlet. Around his waist was a green belt, from which a few bottles hung. Inside the bottles was a strange purple liquid. His pants were a light khaki and he had bronze kneecaps strapped to his knees. His feet had white cloth wrapped around them, his toes exposed.

The woman's clothing left little to the imagination. She wore a helmet over her blonde hair. Over her purple chest was a bronze corset, which stopped just above her stomach. Her hands were both covered in leather gloves. Her leather tights had bronze plating on the front. Her knee high boots had the same bronze.

The man opened his mouth, sucking in a rattling breath. "Continue your search for artefacts and Eco," he spoke in a rasp. "If the locals possess Precursor items, you know what to do." He put a lot of emphasis on the word "know".

The woman formed her right hand into a fist. Her voice was malicious as she said, "Deal harshly with anyone who strays from the village. We will attack it in due time."

Jak and his friend looked at each other in surprise, then clambered down off the rock. Jak kept walking, not towards the boat but to another door in the side of the rock. It opened smoothly, and the pair walked in.

"What are we doin' here anyway, Jak?" Jak's friend complained again. "This place gives me the creeps!"

Jak ignored him, walking towards a large hole in the centre of the room.

The redhead's foot caught something, and he fell on the ground with a loud "Oof! Huh?" He looked behind his foot to see what he'd tripped on. It was a canister with strange, indecipherable markings on it. He groaned. "Stupid Precursor junk!"

He picked it up and walked forward. Jak had reached the hole. He'd found contained a strange, oily purple substance was undulating inside, like a pool.

His friend found himself beside Jak, staring into the pool. "Eech! What is that dark ooze? It sure don't look friendly."

Jak shook his head. He didn't know.

Jak's friend turned around and blew dust from the top of the artefact. "The Sage yaps on about the Precursors that built this place all the time. 'Where did they go?' 'Why did they build this crap?'" He rolled his eyes and threw the artefact behind him. Jak lunged forward and caught it. It started to glow in his hands. Jak's friend didn't notice as he continued. "Now, I like Precursor orbs and power cells as much as the next guy, but if you ask me? They must have been real losers." He whirled around, wondering why he hadn't heard the clunk of the artefact hitting the ground. He saw it glowing in Jak's hands. "Wow! How didja do that?"

Jak shook his head in disbelief, staring at the glowing canister.

A loud thunk sounded from the door, startling both Jak and his friend. They looked up to find a blue creature staring at them and snarling. The thunk was its club hitting the ground. It swung the club up and began moving towards them.

Jak's friend shrieked and ran to hide behind Jak. "Jak, I think we're in trouble!"

Jak's eyes flitted back down to the canister in his hands. His face contorted into a frown and he looked back up at the creature, which roared at him. He ran at the creature and then threw the canister at it with all his might. It exploded, killing the creature and sending Jak flying backwards. He hit something, heard his friend scream, and then a small splashing sound as something hit the pool of dark liquid.

Jak rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself to his feet in one fluid motion. He'd accidentally knocked his friend into the pool! Looking over the edge, Jak felt awful. But then, just as soon as it had happened, a small orange rat came flying out of the pool. It landed a few metres away from Jak.

Jak stared at the rat, confused. He was even more confused when it spoke.

"Man, that stung!" it shouted, in a familiar voice. "I told you we shouldn'a come here, and you listened..." His voice trailed off as he noticed Jak was staring at him. "What?"

Jak looked the rat up and down. The pieces were coming together in his mind.

The rat looked down at its paws. It screamed for about five seconds, before calming down. "Okay, I'm fine, I'm fine." Then it looked at its feet, and screamed again, louder.

"Oh, for the love of all that is holy, please just shut up!" a feminine voice shouted from above them.