A Final Boss Awakens!

[Jak Mar]

He was going back to a place he'd hoped he would never see again. Jak found himself running even faster than stopping to attacking the stormtrooper who seemingly was after him.

The white clad soldier # CRT-333 didn’t even say anything and just kept shooting. If Jak didn’t move, he would face the same annoyance he did around the desert. Memories swelled up in Jak’s head. This wasn’t the greatest time for a flashback but it came.

Survive or the desert will be your grave.

Ironic how Damas’s statements always made the most sense when you are very far away from the man. Graves in the desert. Men like him who fought their way into Spargus, and saved the world more than once. He was dragged into this hellhole 2 years ago with Daxter, Torn and Damas.

He had managed to fail himself, his friend, his father and Torn. The hero could easily feel the corruption building up in him.

A tingling sensation grew over the man for a second because he swore something was watching him, once he saw nothing. He kept going, carefully.

Now he was just Genjaro’s lab toy for the Empire just like Baron Praxis’s pet to take over the world.

“Ah, isn’t this a cruel twist of fate.”

Jak's face looked a lot odder than usual, if someone would look at him closer.

The precursors would be choking on their own laughter by now as they would see their hero falling over his own feet.

That white bald headed man had brought him here.

“Fake it or make it”

Jak could only mutter this as he forced himself time and time to get up again.

New allies, new friends. He could only watch them leave as time only grew on.

Isn’t all this the same? Isn’t a hero supposed to be lonely?


He shook his head and kept pacing himself for a while as he dodged stormtroopers, the various citizens which cursed him out multiple times for running into them.

He wasn’t used to ground running but something flashed on his small dataverse com:

“[i] Breaking news: Killer flower on the loose.[i]"

“Damn. Great, I don’t have time for this.”

He sighed and finally reached the portal to the Nexus as he showed his hand toward the coruscant guards.

They gave him a look and nodded “Go ahead, Prime.”

The familiar blindness of the nexus hurt his eyes, but instead of complaining about it. He ran toward the Tangled greens.

There’s a place he hadn’t been in years.

A old place with old memories: The Horseman, and Sombra’s little twist thing. The Horseman headquarters had probably fallen to dead disrepair over the years and someone probably took their place.

There was one place he didn’t visit. It was the bustling town of Ambrosia. People talked about rumors that they were freaks in there.

Jak didn’t care, he was a freak in himself right now.

Jak summoned his hoverboard and decided to take it for a spin through the Tangled Greens. Keeping his eye on his trigger finger for any darklings, was going to be an interesting encounter.

He jumped over various logs that had fallen, and lifted up his hoverboard when he had to walk over a few obstacles.

It took him a few hours to pull up obstacles and more, but after a small adventure, he ran into Ambrosia.

Jak desummoned the hoverboard and then eyed the guards in the front gate.