There are No Lines [M]

[Jak Mar]

Erol was searching for someone “You two heard of a man named Torn, and a certain ottsel of Jak’s named Daxter? Threaten these two and Jak should come easily to you.

Here’s what the two look like.

Erol held a picture out of a man with dreadlocks, red armor and face tattoos. You can’t miss the man.

If you can’t threaten Torn, find the ottsel and hold him up. Jak will do anything for the ottsel.

The white armored men nodded “When we find this “Torn”, what do you want with him?

Erol frowned ‘He won’t go easily, but if you can try to threaten Jak that one of his friends is in danger of dying then he’d cave in.”

The stormtroopers eyed the man carefully and turned “Right away sir..”

One stormtrooper held onto his E-11 blaster rifle close by and waved the other over and spoke into the communicators the others held “All stormtroopers stand by and watch for a .. dreadlocked man… face tattoos and red armor.. He is to be arrested.

The stormtroopers slowly increased their alert cycles and moved fast throughout the city.

It actually made the other Commander irritated as he trailed off his attention from watching the empire sanctioned news on the television state.

But when there was stormtroopers holding a picture of him up to the local bar, the bartender didn’t hesitate to point the man with the long ears out to avoid being in trouble by the local police force here.

Torn muttered under his breath “Shit”
The Commander would have to either go peacefully or take down who knows how many stormtroopers with just a dagger. Not just a dagger but a very dangerous dagger. He’s used it several times to take down enemies when he needed to.

The stormtrooper held some sort of tazer weapon in his hand, and even some sort of riot gear.

“Stop what you are doing and drop your weapons, your crimes are escaping arrest from a stormtrooper.” “Do you understand your crime?”

Torn eyed a way to escape from a stormtrooper as he was rendered useless against the stormtrooper guard’s riot gear. The taser was held to his neck as the stormtrooper wrapped his hand behind his back so Torn couldn’t struggle.

Torn growled “Let me go, you bastard.”

“Cursing, language used against an stormtrooper”

“We got em’, sir.”

Torn eyed the man and frowned as a gun was aimed at his head “Who are you talking to..”

The man growled ‘None of your business..”

Torn frowned, hearing a familiar voice “Erol?!” “I knew somehow that bastard was behind this… Wait.. who summoned HIM?!”  

The com was static and laughed “Contact Jak and tell him to give up or you die here.”

Torn spat on the ground and the gun got closer to his forehead “NO WAY!”

Erol smirked and smoothly talked “You heard him..”

The gun got closer to Torn’s head as the Stormtroopers took Torn away, him struggling in their grip “EROL YOU BASTARD YOU WON’T FIND JAK!”
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