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ajremixSo, as I figured, once I started playing Jak X I'd have this irresistable urge to go back and look at the cut scenes from Jak II and III. I've forgotten how much I love Torn. Much love for him. And Ashelin. Because no matter how badass he is, she tops in the relationship XD
Title: In a Traitor’s Midst
Fandom: Jak
Rating: PG, I believe
Word Count: 769
Characters: Torn, with Vin, Baron Praxis and Ashelin on communicator
Summary: Spoiler for just after Mar’s Tomb mission in Jak II.
“/Squads 13, 6 and 5 checking in. No one’s heard from her, sir./”
“Dammit,” his fist tightens around the communicator violently. “Has anyone picked up any KG transmissions?”
“/The Baron seems to be making his move- he’s calling all of his elite to him./”
“Keep all frequencies open. Let me know the second she contacts anyone. Is that understood?”
“/Yes, sir!/”
The communicator trilled at his elbow, somewhere under a stack of reports and maps. He was expecting her voice, but instead got another trill. He swept away the papers and stared down at the communicator- the one that linked him directly and only to her –and waited. It trilled again.
Slowly his hand closed over the object and brought it to his lips. “Who is this?” He asked gruffly, the muscles between his shoulders bunched up.
“/Well, well,/” a voice answered- one he knows to creep under his skin and make his throat knot in rage, “/do my ears deceive me? Is that really my once trusted commander I hear? Last I heard, you were one of the names lost in Dead Town./”
“Vin, do you read?”
“/T-Torn? Torn, we got some problems here. The Barons on the move- ever since that-that beam thing came outta the forest the Krimzon Guard’s been crawlin’ all over the place and we’ve got a drop in of readin’s from the strip mine- I think more Metalhead eggs’re sucking the power from-/”
“Vin!” He bites into the communicator. “I don’t have time for that right now! Have you heard from Ashelin?”
“/Ash-Ashelin?/” The thin voice trips over itself in confusion. “/I- No, not recently. Why? Is somethin’ wrong? Oh God, what else is goin’ on out there- no, no! Don’t tell me! I’m already freakin’ out with what’s goin’ on, I don’t need anything else to-/”
“Just tell me if she contacts you!” With an irritable snap, he cuts contact, barely managing to keep from slamming the thing against the tabletop.
“Baron Praxis,” he hissed out, “how did you get this communicator?”
A throaty laugh echoed through the cluttered room. “/Surprised? So was I when I found out Ashelin is the Underground’s contact. To think that she’d betray her own dear father for a bunch of worthless, powerless fools./”
His body shook with ill-concealed fury. “How,” he seethed, “did you get this communicator?”
“/Would you really like to know?/” The Baron’s voice asked before dropping lowly. “/You probably wouldn’t like it./”
His hands are shaking as he paces, mind jumbling over itself, trying to think of something he could do- some way to locate her that he hasn’t tried yet.
His communicator trills. “/Torn? Torn, what the hell are you turning the Underground upside down to tell me about?/”
For a long moment he just stands and stares at it- almost believing it’s merely shear force of will that makes him think it’s her.
“/Torn? Torn- answer me, dammit!/”
“/Ashelin is alive and well. For the moment. But, even my very own daughter must be made an example of./”
His blood ran cold. “No…”
“/That’s right. My policy on traitors hasn’t changed since you gave up command of the Krimzon Guard. She will be put to death./”
Almost fearfully he picks up the communicator. “Ashelin, are you okay?”
She bites back immediately, “/I’ve got so many people telling me to contact you that I had to get Vin block all-/”
“Are you okay?”
“/I might/,” his heart almost stopped beating as the Baron continued, “/let her go- wouldn’t even tell her I knew of her role for the right information. And you always did have a knack for finding out my kind of information./”
The only hesitation was to unclench his jaw long enough to let out, “What do you want to know?”
“/That beam of light. That points out the way to Mar’s Tomb, doesn’t it?/”
“Yes.”
“/The Precursor Stone is in there, isn’t it?/”
“Yes.”
“/I suppose I should expect to run into some of you fellow scum down there, correct? Like that Dark Eco freak?/”
“He’d be there.”
“/Ah…/” the voice smiled- almost pleasant if it didn’t drop the bottom out of his stomach. “/See, Torn? Give me what I want and coexisting isn’t so hard, is it?/”
“/Yeah, I’m fine./” Her voice becomes worried. “/Torn, what’s going on?/”
Hands clenching into fists, he tells her, “The Baron’s on his way to Mar’s Tomb. Jak, Samos and the kid are there.”
“/What? How- How did he find out about it?/”
“/You should probably tell Ashelin to keep her things more secured. Give her my regards, Traitor./”
“…I was careless.”
Title: In a Traitor’s Midst
Fandom: Jak
Rating: PG, I believe
Word Count: 769
Characters: Torn, with Vin, Baron Praxis and Ashelin on communicator
Summary: Spoiler for just after Mar’s Tomb mission in Jak II.
“/Squads 13, 6 and 5 checking in. No one’s heard from her, sir./”
“Dammit,” his fist tightens around the communicator violently. “Has anyone picked up any KG transmissions?”
“/The Baron seems to be making his move- he’s calling all of his elite to him./”
“Keep all frequencies open. Let me know the second she contacts anyone. Is that understood?”
“/Yes, sir!/”
The communicator trilled at his elbow, somewhere under a stack of reports and maps. He was expecting her voice, but instead got another trill. He swept away the papers and stared down at the communicator- the one that linked him directly and only to her –and waited. It trilled again.
Slowly his hand closed over the object and brought it to his lips. “Who is this?” He asked gruffly, the muscles between his shoulders bunched up.
“/Well, well,/” a voice answered- one he knows to creep under his skin and make his throat knot in rage, “/do my ears deceive me? Is that really my once trusted commander I hear? Last I heard, you were one of the names lost in Dead Town./”
“Vin, do you read?”
“/T-Torn? Torn, we got some problems here. The Barons on the move- ever since that-that beam thing came outta the forest the Krimzon Guard’s been crawlin’ all over the place and we’ve got a drop in of readin’s from the strip mine- I think more Metalhead eggs’re sucking the power from-/”
“Vin!” He bites into the communicator. “I don’t have time for that right now! Have you heard from Ashelin?”
“/Ash-Ashelin?/” The thin voice trips over itself in confusion. “/I- No, not recently. Why? Is somethin’ wrong? Oh God, what else is goin’ on out there- no, no! Don’t tell me! I’m already freakin’ out with what’s goin’ on, I don’t need anything else to-/”
“Just tell me if she contacts you!” With an irritable snap, he cuts contact, barely managing to keep from slamming the thing against the tabletop.
“Baron Praxis,” he hissed out, “how did you get this communicator?”
A throaty laugh echoed through the cluttered room. “/Surprised? So was I when I found out Ashelin is the Underground’s contact. To think that she’d betray her own dear father for a bunch of worthless, powerless fools./”
His body shook with ill-concealed fury. “How,” he seethed, “did you get this communicator?”
“/Would you really like to know?/” The Baron’s voice asked before dropping lowly. “/You probably wouldn’t like it./”
His hands are shaking as he paces, mind jumbling over itself, trying to think of something he could do- some way to locate her that he hasn’t tried yet.
His communicator trills. “/Torn? Torn, what the hell are you turning the Underground upside down to tell me about?/”
For a long moment he just stands and stares at it- almost believing it’s merely shear force of will that makes him think it’s her.
“/Torn? Torn- answer me, dammit!/”
“/Ashelin is alive and well. For the moment. But, even my very own daughter must be made an example of./”
His blood ran cold. “No…”
“/That’s right. My policy on traitors hasn’t changed since you gave up command of the Krimzon Guard. She will be put to death./”
Almost fearfully he picks up the communicator. “Ashelin, are you okay?”
She bites back immediately, “/I’ve got so many people telling me to contact you that I had to get Vin block all-/”
“Are you okay?”
“/I might/,” his heart almost stopped beating as the Baron continued, “/let her go- wouldn’t even tell her I knew of her role for the right information. And you always did have a knack for finding out my kind of information./”
The only hesitation was to unclench his jaw long enough to let out, “What do you want to know?”
“/That beam of light. That points out the way to Mar’s Tomb, doesn’t it?/”
“Yes.”
“/The Precursor Stone is in there, isn’t it?/”
“Yes.”
“/I suppose I should expect to run into some of you fellow scum down there, correct? Like that Dark Eco freak?/”
“He’d be there.”
“/Ah…/” the voice smiled- almost pleasant if it didn’t drop the bottom out of his stomach. “/See, Torn? Give me what I want and coexisting isn’t so hard, is it?/”
“/Yeah, I’m fine./” Her voice becomes worried. “/Torn, what’s going on?/”
Hands clenching into fists, he tells her, “The Baron’s on his way to Mar’s Tomb. Jak, Samos and the kid are there.”
“/What? How- How did he find out about it?/”
“/You should probably tell Ashelin to keep her things more secured. Give her my regards, Traitor./”
“…I was careless.”
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[Thanks for Fic]
Date: 2006-04-14 11:23 am (UTC)With your permission, I'd like to, perhaps in the future, use this drabble as a basis for a more fleshed out Ichigo-Tatsuki. It is wonderful. Thank you very much for this treat.
Re: [Thanks for Fic]
Date: 2006-04-14 11:44 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it, it took me so long to come up with anything at all, even though I love their friendship. You're more than welcome to use it as a basis. Have at^^