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Jak 2: Prison Fortress Theme

3rd Person POV:

We are currently at Haven City's most unpleasant, inhumane, and loathsome place: Haven's Prison. Not only criminals and dumbasses end up here- locked up and out from the terrible society forever, but experimented on.

[At the Monitor Room]

A figure sat still in a chair, staring at the computer screens, the monitor's faces painted the figure's mask with colors. Its shoulder guards bear a symbol, it continued to monitor the layouts throughout the musty place. Patrols wandered around the areas, while some conversed with each other, the lone shadow didn't care. One camera shows a man being experimented on like a lab rat, even though there was a mute option, the figure strangely left it be and watched the poor victim cry in pain.

"You should be dead with all the injected Dark Eco in you, boy."

"I'm afraid that the Dark Warrior Program has been a failure." Two sinister silhouettes gazed at the unconscious man strapped down. "It appears that he's been...immune to your experiments..."

"Uragh! I will not be remembered as the man who lost this city to those VILE CREATURES! Move forward to the final plan and finish off this... 'Thing'."

"As you wish sir," He moved towards the subject. "I'll finish you off, later..."

The monitor manager watched in silence, staring at the screen with unknown, mixed emotions brewing inside. Angrily, it took a knife and twirled it around, abruptly stabbing the table with it.

"Phewwee! This place smells like a yakow's droppings!" It turned its attention to a different screen, there was an orange, furry animal carrying clothes. "Now where would that mute be?"

The observer tilted its head in confusion, 'I forgot about this one...' It stared at the control panels for a minute in thought, then pressed one of the colorful squares.

"Elevator lock disengaged." A robotic voice announced in the monitor room.

There was a buzzing sound for the elevator, it was faint since it wasn't in person; only in monitor. It looked closely onto the screen with the orange rat, the elevator's light turned on. "The elevator! Hold on for a bit longer, the Orange Lightning is coming to save you!"

Just as the animal reached to the room that held the torture device, the 2 men left. "Search the area!" Voices sounded from the other rooms close by, the KG were running around, heading towards the monitor room.

The shadowy person reactivated the lock and erased all records as it took its leave hurriedly. The figure grabbed a set of an out-of-place clothing and changed, removing the armor and exchanging a different, more lighter pairs of shoulder guards. It had the same symbol, but it was scratched. The arm braces had metallic plates on them, the left one had something etched on it. "Over here!" At the last moment, it hid by climbing to the vents.

As the person left the facility, the alarms went off. Heavily armed red troops began to run around restlessly, "A prisoner has escaped, find him and capture him!" One of them roared in the helm's mic.

The person went to a group of stationed Hellcat Zoomers, they're a standardized Zoomer with modifications fitted in and a mounted twin-barrelled weapon on front.

Concept Art of KG Hellcat Zoomer

"Over there!" Shots were being fired, it went in and turned the engine on as it whirred into life. Black smoke exited the exhaust pipes as the thief set it into the high flying zone, the vehicle zoomed away, leaving the KG soldiers in the dust.

'Haven City...' It was a depressing place, there was no plants or any greenery, just gray. Machines.

Fiery tracers zipped overhead again, Hellcat Cruisers and Hellcat Zoomers were on its tail, the thief pulled out a rifle and loaded it with Yellow Eco ammunition. Engine shrieking, flames spitting, the Zoomer revved to the highest gear and flew past the civilians and concrete buildings as the Krimzon Pursuers were in hot pursuit.

"Halt! Stop the stolen vehicle, NOW!" It changed zones and twirled around, the troublemaker aimed then fired underneath the cruisers. "AH!"

It smoked then crashed roughly at a building, exploding in the process. After that, it activated the blasters and switched hover zones again, firing. With the hovercraft damaged and smoking, the thief drove it towards another KG occupied Zoomer and dismounted before turning into a fried kangarat on a stick. The ground troops were searching everywhere, the black fumes and frightened civilians distracted them, it smirked and rode on its Jet Board. It headed to the deep end of The Slums, a dark and lonely part of the city.

*BOOM!* The prison exploded. 'Let's see if he's really capable.' Just as he arrived to The Slums, he walked to the very end.

"Trinity, what the heck is going on there?!" A man with a tattooed face, dreads, and a sharp knife pointed to the masked individual. "There's Krimzon Guards running around frantically!"

"Nothing to worry about." He answered calmly.

He sighed and face palmed, "What's the report on the KG?"

"They are doing experiments, it was called: 'the Dark Warrior Program'. They didn't make any progress and continued finishing off prisoners. They're moving forward in their plans." Trin informed.

"Those despicable people..." A blonde commented while she leaned on her green Zoomer.

"We're running short on manpower..." The man mumbled under his breath.

"I might have an recruit, we just need to wait Torn." Trinity added.

"A recruit? This better be a good one, unlike the last recruit..." He grumbled.

"That's Krew's fault for giving him such an unreliable weapon..." Trinity countered in his defense.

They waited, the two planned to put 'a mean face'. Trinity sighed and leaned on a hard wall. Suddenly, a man in blue with a greenish hair that fades into yellow at the ends showed up, the same orange animal leaped onto the ground from his shoulder.

"I'm looking for Torn..." The blondie took a close look on him as she kept her 'mean face'. Then the other one went up to his face, Trinity had a straight expression under his mask. "Are you...Torn? Kor sent us."

The ottsel jumped on his shoulder guard. "Maybe he's a mute, like you used to be." He glared at his friend, who tried to humor the heavy atmosphere.

Torn kept an eye on him- specifically what was on his neck, he glanced at Trinity. Trinity nodded and his muscles relaxed a bit.

"New faces makes me nervous, word is, they're fighters like you wanting to join the city. Picking a side can be... Unhealthy." Trinity continued to polish his sniper rifle while keeping an ear in their conversation.

"We want to see the Shadow."

Torn laughed, "Not likely, why don't you, and your pet go join the circus."

'This is completely unnecessary.' Trinity thought. The newcomer looked as if he was gonna tear him to shreds.

Torn unsheathed the blade. "Unless that is... If you got the fur for a really tough task." He spun his shiny dagger skillfully. "Go to the Baron's tower and retrieve the Baron's flag, then, maybe we can talk." He caught it when he flipped it in the air, he then averted his attention to Trinity with a grin glued to his face. "Why don't you go babysit them while you're at it?"

He sighed in annoyance, the new recruit chimed in. "We don't need a babysitter."

"Yeah! Because I'm going to babysit him!" The recruit rolled his eyes.

"Relax, Trinity won't bite. He's just here to make sure you don't become dead meat, just like the others." Torn added. When they were walking away, Torn replied. "So, these are the...'recruits'? I bet they won't last, especially the furry one."

"Just watch, and you'll owe me a dozen Metalhead skull gems."

"Deal."

With that, Trinity took the Double Zoomer and took off with the new recruits. It was a silent ride all to the way to one of the walls that kept the monsters from going into the city, until the furry friend started talking that is.

He eyed Trinity's gun. "Sweet! You don't mind if... I take a look...hehehe." While he was busy manning the steering wheel, Daxter attempted to grab his weapon.

"Not so fast, rat." He took it away at the last second.

"Hey! I'm an ottsel! And that's Orange Lightning to you!" He crossed his arms and pouted. They rolled their eyes at the friend's nickname. "Well, that's Jak." Daxter whispered and put his hand near his mouth, "He has anger issues and you don't want to get on his nerves if I were you."

The driver zoned out for a minute in thought. "You're lucky that I was keeping watch on the monitors, I deleted the records."

"You did that?" Jak joined in. "You should've helped me to get out sooner."

"I tried my best to take all the prisoners and poor suckers who had ended up as test subjects for Dark Eco. They died before I even had a chance to make a plan." There was a pause as he wondered off in 'thinking land'. "You were the luckiest one."

"Lucky? By being tortured for 2 years in that hell hole?" He scoffed.

Trinity laughed, he spoke softly in a low voice. He responded mainly to himself.

There was a pause. "You're an Eco Channeler. I was looking after you for those 2 years, Jak. Or should I say? Prisoner #B- 2340." He suddenly spoke.

A/N: The game does not state his prisoner # or anything.

Dax was being completely ignored; often commented. Jak was caught off guard by that last statement, "You were that Krimzon Guard who often gave me extra food in the cell. Weren't you?"

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[In The Baron's Prison]
2 YEARS AGO.

There were endless hallways of prisoner cells, it reeked of sweat, blood, and dead corpses of famished subjects. Lab rats that were experimented on, expected to be the perfect killing machine. They were victims of the project involving a exponentially lethal substance- no person should come near this... DARK ECO, is what they would call it.

"Hey, we got another dead one over here."

"Throw that one away. A cold corpse won't do, just another wasted one."

"Roger that, sir."

The poor victims die everyday by the symptoms of Dark Eco doses, especially in such large quantities. One boy though... Still hasn't died yet... "Don't worry... Here, you'll need it." A red trooper knelt down near the iron bars. Giving extra food for the innocent boy, he was frightened.

He wouldn't look at the kind individual, he thought it was some dirty trick- or his mind was playing with him. Thinking that he's going insane. The kid just laid near the corner of the cell, trembling from the daily tortures...

The stubborn soldier tossed it near to him. "I know you don't trust me, but here's one thing you need to keep in mind. Don't forget, there's people out there waiting. Just...wait. Hold on to every bit of hope in you."

As the soldier finished his statement, it made the boy look up to him. The KG nodded, giving him a little push on that tiny hope of him escaping- finding his pal once he gets out. He nodded back with a newfound determination and gratitude.

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"I told you you were going to get out. Sooner or later. And Daxter, I found out he was... 'looking for an old friend' as he would say." Trinity quoted what he and Dax said, word by word.

"Wow! You did that for us? I was wrong about you, you're way better than that Torn guy. His on an eternal mood swing, yeesh!" Dax complained aloud.

"Better than Torn? He's always on edge." Trinity laughed. "We're here, it's just beyond those air locked gates." Trin killed the engine and the trio dismounted it.

As they pass through the 1st gate, they were inside. The gate closed behind them while the other was doing its job.

"Hold on..." Trinity approached near him with a dagger.

"What are you-" Jak took a cautious step back.

"Careful Jak! He's got a blade!" Trin vaulted next to him at an alarming rate!

A buzzing sound was made, then a click happened. "There, no collar."

Jak felt his neck, at least he doesn't need to feel like his head would blow off or something. "Doesn't those track escaped prisoners?"

"Yes, but I deactivated them a long time ago. I didn't want to remove it, as it would arose suspicion. I'm given the assignment to watch over you most of the time." He explained.

"Thanks."

The three waited for the gears to do their work and unlocked it. It was a swamp, cities were half buried in the muddy water, creatures both green and red with rows of jagged teeth, roamed, and there it was. The Baron's tower that looms over the broken city, there, it held the crimson flag.

"I'll watch your back."

"You don't need to babysit us." Jak argued.

"I didn't say 'I'll babysit', I said, 'I'll watch your back.'" With that, he climbed to a rooftop and sat with the gun by his side. "You want to meet him? You gotta prove yourself first." Jak grumbled, much to his dismay.