Stuck

Yeah, so, this is mah first story here on AFF. And I'm not known to be a good writer :P It's short, but I'm just getting into the feel of it.

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"I'll take a few of these," Daxter said to the Ammo store clerk, pointing at a dozen pack of flat, circular red ammo on the shelf behind the clerk. "and about seven of these," he pointed at large oval shaped yellow ammo on the lower shelf. "and I think thats it." He finished. The clerk turned and gathered everything the Ottsel had wanted.
"You sure you can carry these, little guy?" the clerk said, tilting his head to the side.
"Yeah baby, I might look small and weak, but I'm super strong!" Daxter said, putting up his furry small arms into a flexing pose. "Alrighty then," the clerk said "that'll be 30 gems." Daxter frowned. 30 gems was expensive. Well, everything was so expensive now that there were so few metal heads around. He handed the clerk the gems, then he attempted to pick up the box the clerk had put the ammo in. He tried to pick it up, he tried pushing it, he tried kicking it off of the counter, nothing worked. Damn him and his no Ottsel muscles. He reached up to grab the top of the box, then he slowly started dragging it off of the counter and into the floor. "Are you sure you don't need help?" the clerk asked. Daxter thought he heard laughter in his voice. He frowned again. "On second thought, yeah. Can you just set it outside of the door for me? I'm kinda waitin' on somebody."

Daxter sat on the steps outside of the ammo shop, wondering where Jak was. It had been a good half hour since the time he said he'd be back. He tapped his foot annoyingly. ~Maybe I should go find him, the ammo'll be alright for a few minutes. S'not like anybody has guns like Jak's anyways~ Dax hopped off the steps, and pulled the box of ammo into the nearby bushes, just to be safe. He thought he knew where Jak might be.

Of course he was right, Jak had been going to the same place every day since his injury, the gate to the Wastelands. Damas had forbidden Jak to go on missions until he was fully healed. It had been almost two weeks since Jak had broken his arm, and even with the green eco it had taken a few days to get remotely back to normal. He could move it, shoot his gun, and drive, well at least ride around on leapers. "Jak, buddy?" Dax said, walking toward his long time pal. "You left me at the ammo shop, are you okay?" A soft "Mm" was all he got in reply. "I know, you miss bein' out there, huntin' and beatin' the crap out of the rest of the metal heads, but Damas isn't going to risk you out there with yer arm an' all." Jak turned to him. "But Dax, we both know I'm fine! You've seen me at the shooting range, I'm good as new!" Daxter thought for a second. He didn't like seeing Jak so depressed. "Say Jak, how about we go talk to that dumbass Damas tomorrow morning? Let's see what he thinks about it now." Jak snorted. Daxter knew he wasn't sure about it. "C'mon, Jakkie! If you miss all the action of a Wastlander, let's go tell the big guy you're ready for it." Dax beamed up at his best friend. Jak chuckled and returned the smile. "Alright I guess." "Good!" said Daxter "Now if you're done here could you be so kind as to help me with the ammo?! I can't carry it by myself, you know that!" Jak just rolled his eyes.

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Daxter awoke from the seemingly deep sleep he thought he had been in. It was early morning, he assumed around seven or eight. Too early for him, but they had to get moving if they wanted to see Damas before the usual business of his day. Dax felt Jak's heartbeat and deep breathing from under him. He was sure that the hero wasn't awake yet. Daxter hopped off of Jak's chest, and sat at the edge of the small bed. ~Maybe I should let him get his rest. Nah, if he wants to go back to the missions he needs up.~ Dax turned toward the hero, crawled up to his face, and gently startled nuzzling him. This act usually tickled the hero into waking up. Today it didn't seem to be working. ~He must be really dreamin'~ thought Dax. Trying the nuzzling for a few more minutes didn't seem to work either. So the ottsel jumped up and wacked the hero as hard as he could with his tiny hand. Jak stirred and jolted upwards. "Ow! Hey! Whats going on?" Daxter chuckled. "C'mon sleeping beauty! If you wanna get back out there to destroying them metal heads, we ought to go talk to the bastard, Damas!" "Mm." Was Jak's response. The hero got up from the bed, and went to get dressed.

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As they reached the door to the throne room, Daxter felt Jak tense up. The ottsel, with a quick move, climbed to his other shoulder. "It's alright Jak. I promise you the old man'll come to his senses." With that reassurance, Jak sighed and stood on the wooden elevator.

The hero and the ottsel stepped off of the elevator. Damas quickly turned to face them. "Jak? What are you doing here?" The ruler of Spargus looked oddly surprised by the young man's appearance. "Well,I- um-" He couldn't get the words to come out of his mouth properly, so he gave a gentle nudge to Daxter, and the ottsel got the message. "Sir, my big buddy here thinks he's all good to continue his duty as *ahem* the best warrior you have. You see, we've been using pretty much all the green eco we have on his arm, and its pretty good to go." Dax gave a small handed thumbs up to Damas, who looked oddly at Jak's arm. "Hm, can you shoot a gun, boy?" Jak nodded. "How about driving? Can you do it well?" Jak nodded once more. "I'm tellin' ya big man, he's good. to. go." Daxter said, grinning. "Well, I suppose I'll take you're word for it. I'm really needing a good warrior for a difficult mission soon." Both Jak and Daxter were surprised by this sudden act of reapprorovement. Damas continued. "I need you, Jak, to take a buggy out to a small cavern in the northern wastelands. There is a small hut in the cavern with a few very powerful dark eco items, they were stolen from the monk temple by the man that lived in said hut. The city direly needs them now, for god knows what. I don't even know. But my advisors have told me they're very important for keeping the city alive and well." Jak gave a half smile to Damas. "Excellent. When do we leave?" "Because of scarce sandstorms in the last few days, it's a perfect time to do this, so, let's say, sundown. Until then, get some rest, and pack the essentials, you'll need both." With that, Damas waved them away. The duo obeyed the gesture, getting back on the elevator back down to the city.

"Alright! See? I told you the old man would listen!" Dax said, excitedly. "Heh, you were right, Dax. Thanks, buddy." Jak stratched behind the ottsel's ears. "So, sundown, eh? I guess we should get down to the shops."

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Sundown was upon Spargus before Jak knew it. The duo had been sitting on some steps, enjoying an apple. "Shit, Dax! We gotta get moving!" Daxter scurried onto the hero's sholder, holding tight has the hero took off. When Jak need to be somewhere, he could be really fast on he feet.

They made it to the vehicle station near the wastelands gate. Jak spotted Damas standing next to a Dune Hopper. "Oh no, I hope we ARE NOT taking that thing." Daxter said very loudly. Damas turned to face them and quickly said; "You say something about my decisions one more time, rat, and I swear I'll throw you out into the wastelands and lock this gate!" Daxter smirked. "Yeah, like Jak here'll ever let you do that, right Jakkie?" He look down to his best friend, who told him to be quiet and that this was important. "Of course it is important!" Damas exclaimed. "Jak, will you kindly get into the damn hopper? You're wasting time!" Jak obeyed and did so. "Good, now will you and that rat get out of here?!"

TBC