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Gun in hand, Jak waited. Lying flat against the ground on his chest, he remained in place, wordlessly looking out for his quarry to pass by. He had been trekking for hours without much success, his objective being to hunt down and slay the last vestiges of Kor's army; the Metal Heads, an all but extinct race of eco monsters.Whilst some considered him to be no better than those vicious creatures, Jak had actively committed himself to annihilating their race, starting with reclaiming the Wasteland.
Hunkering down just below the peak of a ridge, the young warrior kept a look out for those same bestial grunts to pass by within range of his Morph Gun. Thankfully, he didn't have to remain idle for long for, as if on cue, a small group of Metal Heads bolted out from behind a smattering of rocks. Hotfooting their advance, they appeared to be in no desire to fight. That suited Jak. Rising onto his knees, he rested the stock of his Morph Gun against his shoulder as the weapon itself shifted into its Yellow Mod blaster mode, Jak himself acquiring a comfortable posture more appropriate for aiming.
Thwack. A single yellow eco bullet pierced the cranium of a grunt running near the front of the pack. The stricken stumbled, but was far from defeated, and so even before the Metal Head could recover Jak peppered its tumbling form with several more, fatal shots. This act of aggression prompted several of the other monsters to look back and snarl at their fallen comrade, their pace, rather than stopping, only seeming to pick up. His forehead creasing, Jak frowned in annoyance. "Where could you guys be going..."
Jak was in motion even before he finished speaking, already sliding down the side of the ridge he had camped upon. When he reached the bottom, he jumped and grabbed a hold of his jetboard and sped off after the fleeing horde. Still brandishing his weapon, the hunter followed the Metal Heads' fleeing path, a trajectory that saw them beeline it for a large, crashed object looming just over the next rise. Coasting over it with ease, Jak was forced to stop.
There before his eyes dwelt the wreckage of a large ship, half buried in sand and dirt. Plenty more Metal Heads than the small collection he had perused swarmed all over its hull, seeking a way inside. A cold shiver steamrolled down Jak's spine. What on earth could be lying dormant within?
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