Title: The Dark Alliance

Author: Quick-demon

Disclaimer: I don't own Jak and his rat pak. Wow I rhymed! I spell rhymed! Whoo...Go me! (I know, I'm sad)

Rating: Well of course it rated PG-13 because I put minor offensive language and violence! GO VIOLENCE!... errhhh... (Yes I know I'm sad!)

Genre: General, Action/Adventure, Mystery, Drama

Game: Jak 3. After Jak 3. Situations from Jak II as well as 3.

Semi-Sequel to: Yes peoples its a semi-sequel. No I'm not on drugs. I call it a semi-sequel because its not a direct sequel to Against Time but since it involves an original common character that I used in that story I can't exactly rip my hated original character out. Because of this, the story might reference a little but if you don't know Against Time story then you're still able to read this story since it only involves the character and minor situations. (I suggest you read Against Time anyway because its cool...wiggles eyebrows)

Summery: Unknowingly an archeological dig unleashed a new (or old) dangerous enemy that turn the tides of the everlasting war. Its sparks into an uprising and the consequences are catastrophic. As usual the fate of the whole world, once again, rest solely on Jak's shoulders... not if the enemy disposes of him first...

Author's note: I want to point out that this will involve the Metal Heads as being a functional and intelligent race and links them to the Dark Makers and the new enemy that has risen. It will involve a lot of history between the Precursors, Metal Heads, Dark Makers and, of course, my new enemy. I will keep it interesting but just telling you most of it is just a speculation.

I got this idea while walking on the street one day and then months later watching TV. :) TV can be so stimulating... for the mind peoples! Yes peoples, the m-i-n-d. You know the thing between the ears and not your legs... ok 'nuff said.

I'm so pathetic at story grammer and spelling I have to beta-ers :) Thanks to Mastro of Dispair and Krin for giving up their free time to correct my mistakes. I appreciate it guys!

The sizzling midday sun shone on the desert sand sea as a light breeze swirled across the dunes like waves across the ocean surface. Some people called this heaven, but Torn would call it hell. He was standing here, underneath the scorching sun in this godforsaken Wasteland, babysitting a bunch of archeologists. How did I get into this situation in the first place? I think it was the promise of dinner... Torn allowed himself to daydream about Ashelin until a scream brought him back to reality.

Within the ancient rock ruins came the startled cry. It was a cry of fear. That meant trouble. Torn growled and nodded at his men.

"Alright, clear out!" Torn ordered the rest of the scientists as he and his men when in to investigate.

So the Defender troops and the old Krimzon Guard entered the ruins with military style and caution: making hand signals, they covered each other's six. Ashelin had sent Torn and his men here to supervise the archeologists that were conducting a dig. It seems these ruins weren't Precursor and so this old structure sparked questions- mainly, who built them. It had been estimated that it was over three thousand years old.

It was older than the founder Mar, meaning that someone else had built it. Well, that's what Torn had heard anyway... not that he'd be listening to a bunch of eggheads. He had to admit the scientists were good at working out puzzles, but there was always the possibility of a problem and them endangering of their lives. That's where Torn came in.

They made their way through the tunnels. An archeologist guided them through the labyrinth and they approached the location of the scream. All men were on guard as they entered the chamber at the end of the hall. Weird writing was carved into the stonewalls.

They entered an adjoining room. It was suspiciously empty, except for a glass urn with gold trimming at the middle. There was nothing on the walls or any decoration, just the glass-gold urn. The urn lay on the floor, smashed on its side with its contents spilt. It looked like water had been in the jar. After checking for dangers and finding none Torn’s men let their guard down a sawthat the room had no other exits and the threat was nothing more than a broken urn. Torn kept his up, knowing this was all wrong.

Where was the man who had yelled?

Suddenly, Torn saw his men fall to their knees, crying in pain and
gripping at the bases of their skulls. Most had dropped their weapons in the
process. Torn turned to them, pointing his gun at them, trying to find the danger.

He found none.

"Finally, I have awakened..." a scratchy voice said behind him.

Torn whipped around but his gun pointed at an empty wall. His turquoise eyes darted around to find the owner of the strange, distorted voice. His men’s' wails died down and it became eerily quiet.

"That means the allies have failed...” the voice continued.

Torn turned again found nothing. The voice echoed around him.

"The Alliance did not succeed here..."

"Who the hell are you!" Torn shouted. "Come out where I can see you!"

"But the Precursor's time is up..."

Torn shot at the place where he thought he heard the voice. The result was a loud gunshot and a bullet hole in the rock.

"It’s time..." it came again.

Torn whipped in the other direction but found no identity to the voice. He heard claws scratching on stone like an army of Metal Heads. It was enough to make his skin crawl. Torn turned in every direction as he could hear it all around him. He felt like he was in some mental roller coaster as his unknown opponent tricked his sensors into thinking that it was everywhere.

"Get the hell out here!" Torn demanded, tired of this game.

Suddenly, Torn felt sharp pain at the base of his skull. The pain was
so intense that he was paralyzed. He felt his knees bend, giving way to weakness. Something was trying to get underneath his skin!

Oh shit! Oh shit!

He clawed at the back of neck to try and get the thing out, but it had successfully buried itself under his skin. Torn cried with immense pain as he could actually feel tentacles wrap around his spinal cord at the base of the brain.

Get out! Get out!

He made feeble attempts to get it out but his world was darkening. He felt his muscles relax and his eyes growing heavy.

No... got to get it out...damn son of a bitch...

He collapsed on the ground, joining his comrades, who had suffered the same fate.

To be continued...

Yeah short chapter but that's because its the prologue. I promise it will get more interesting :)

Reviews would be nice and encouraging. (Puts on the puppy dog eyes and the pout) No you can't resist the puppy dog eyes! Moohahaha (cough, cough)