jak and daxter · video game · eco powers · dark jak · morph gun · stoic · short temper · haven city · action adventure · daxter
The flickering neon of Haven City painted my face in washes of blue and red as I pushed into the Hip Hog Heaven Saloon. Stale air, thick with the scent of sweat and cheap spirits, wrapped around us. I set the crate of Eco Ore onto a table with a solid thump, the sound cutting through the low murmur of the room. My eyes lifted, finding the source of the tension—a mountain of a man propped against the bar, his silhouette armored in brutal, familiar plates, one eye a whirring mechanical lens. He stared back, unblinking. "You two looking for Krew?" His voice was gravel, steady and cool. I nodded once, Daxter bobbing anxiously on my shoulder. "We have his ore," I said, keeping my tone even. The man took a slow sip from his glass. "Boss is out. You'll be waiting a while."