"My baron, the effect of the Metal Head DNA have been an asset to the DWP. Our Weapon is now complete."
Erol stood in the center of the large throne room that lay in the centre of the palace. Baron Praxis, a hunk of muscle and Armour, frowned.
"You are sure of this, Commander? Only, I know you can be quite... Quick to speculate."
Erol shook his head, golden eyes glinting in the faint light.
"I am sure, sire. I could show you myself." His words came out calm, but inside, the racer was as excited as a sex crazed Crocadog. After a moments pause, the Baron rose from the throne.
"Fine. Let's just hope that these seven years of resources and rese
Erol paced over to the dark creature that stood by the palace door, duly clothed in the deep red KG armour.
"Freak... Dark.. Whatever. You have been assigned for a mission that could greatly help our cause.. One that you shall enjoy."
Dark looked down, ears flagged. It was that regular, unknown hatred in knowing the fact that another would die at his feet.
"Yes.. Sir..." He grumbled, tail lazily drooped on the floor. Erol raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong, freak?" He hissed, tapping the creatures chest where a small Eco monitor was placed. Dark flinched away from his touch.
"Nothing, commander!" He spat, lips rolling into a snarl. Erol smiled.
Daxter's ears drooped as he looked down, clasped securely to the Dark Warrior's chest. He had known the day would come where he would finally be captured. But to be captured by the Baron's dog...
He hissed as a claw punctured his side.
"Fuck! Mind loosening the grip, freak?.." He snarled, once again trying to squirm from it's grasp. Dark flicked an annoyed glare down at him.
"No talking.. The Baron will harm you.." He mumbled, looking ahead.
Daxter grumbled and studied the creature. He noticed a fine layer of faint scales over his forehead, dark in colour. Eyes set in the darkness of his face burned a bright yellow, glowing slightly in the
Dark prowled up and down his cell, ears flicking in annoyance. Why was he worrying for the Ottsel? Never before had he wondered what happens to his victims once he handed them to Erol.
Growling softy, he dragged his claws down the wall, leaving thick indents that added to the many others. He flicked his tail in irritation, another snarl rising in his throat. He didn't know how to manage this emotion! He couldn't even name it!
Crawling onto his shredded bed, he hunched his shoulders. Maybe he would manage to find out why the Ottsel was of such importance to the Commander, and why he was so... Familiar....
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Daxter's eyes rolled back,
"Why.. Why am I in here with ya?" Daxter mumbled, ears flagged. Dark shrugged, lounging on the bed beside him.
"Unknown... But you safe in here.."
Daxter raised an eyebrow.
"Why do ya care, huh? Yer the one that brought me here in the first place!" He snapped. Dark winced slightly.
"Was told orders! I had to!" He growled. "I am given an objective, and it is my position to follow.."
Daxter scoffed.
"So yer just a fucking dog? A slave to the Baron?"
Dark nodded.
"....." A sigh escaped Daxter's lips. "Were ya always like this?.." He mumbled, staring down at his newly restored pale legs. Dark shook his head.
"No..."
"Were ya Metalhead or Man
Darks head lulled as pain coursed through his body. The sheer amount of un-purified Dark Eco was simply too much for even his mutated body to handle. The metalhead genes led his body, and the dark stuff was now considered more as a pick me up, as opposed to a power source.
"P-please..." He choked, a word that he had not used in Precursors know how long. "I c-can't handle this.." His tail continued to curl with him as his body writhed in fits. He felt the slit as his teeth slowly started to lengthen in a feeble attempt to snarl.
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"So even the creatur
"M... My name.... Is.... Jak...." Pain coursed through the blonds body as the Metalhead genes dragged their way through his bloodstream, leaking into his muscles. The repetition of his name reassured the teen of his humanity, allowing him to cling onto his past, albeit broken and jagged, half the memories they once were. He growled as he felt the split of his fangs drag their way through his gums, slowly spilling over each other as blood laced it's way over the pearl white fangs, something that regularly happened, just not to this extreme.
"D..... Dax..." He mumbled, head swaying as the genes finally started to rip and tear at the base of hi
The Dark Warrior reared up as Daxter tore through his skin, ripping out the hard chip indented into his neck. He roared, whole body scrunching up as Daxter let the slab of technology slide from his fingers, coated in slick blood.
"J-jak!?" Daxter urged. "It's o-okay buddy!"
His head snapped to his side to stare at Dax, body wavering and eyes slowly closing once more.
"..... D.... Dax?" He mumbled uncertainly. "What... Are you... Doing here...? Who..... My...."
Daxter's eyes were brimming with tears.
His eyes... They were... Afraid... They had a small glimmer of pupils...
It had worked.
"J-Jak.... Please..." The redhead's trembling finger
Torn angrily paced up and down the darkened hallway of the HQ where a single lantern stuttered out awkward flashes, hands clenching and unclenching rhythmically. Behind the grimy locked door to his left, Daxter sat at the bedside of this so called Jak.
The metalhead monster.
He growled. Having the Baron's little experiment in his HQ was a huge security breach that went against the commander's every word. When Daxter had ranted on about his precious childhood friend being trapped in the palace and freeing him, Torn had never known it was the Metalhead freak himself. So when Daxter had dragged the unconscious mass of a teen into his HQ, it wa