I was born partially deaf in both ears. It was progressively getting worse, so I ended up needing hearing aides installed at five. Of course, I kept improving them until they were perfect.... But it was rough for a long time.
No. Those rings around my ears are not attached to my helmet or my uniform. Quit it. Those are the devices. Jeez. Pay attention.
Torn and I grew up in the same village. It was a small one outside of the city. Not too far. It was pretty humble. Poor. Dirty. Insignificant.
It was also pretty close to the ruins of that old temple. Perfect for scrounging up any scrap metal or weird parts I could find. Torn would always help me carry things back.
Metalheads were always a (sort of?) threat for as long as I could remember. They weren't the size of any adult when we were little ... But they were like... Mountain lion size. So dangerous, but few and far between.
Like any young child in a shit village, there was no other goal than to get to the city. And the fastest and easiest way to do that was enlist in the army.
That army eventually evolved into the Krimson Guard.
Every year that went by the threat of metalheads got bigger and bigger. Literally. They were now infesting little villages and forests surrounding the city. Our little home town was practically a hive once we became adults.
I didn't really hate them for it though. They were more of a nuisance than anything. Even when they ambushed me on patrol and crushed my left leg.
Zero to 100, right? Yeah. Call me edgy all you want. At least I'm telling the truth.
Torn was there that day. He genuinely looked worried. I was fine. They had to replace my leg with a prosthetic... But technology was wondrous in the city. I didnt mind.
Fast forward a year or so... Torn became commander. I was always just a rank below him. Until he quit.
He quit when it became obvious that our job was no longer helping the people. He was always a people person. Not me.
That doesn't mean I didn't do my job.... But it was just a job to me. I didn't really care. I got out of my personal hell, why couldn't these people fix their own problems?
I spent most of my time and energy inventing new ways to make zoomers faster, more efficient... Yada yada...
Oh yeah! I lost my right hand fixing one of my experimental engines too. So at this point... I was already more machine than man with my leg, hand, and ears... I became a running joke with all the guard. Behind my back of course.
Samos arrived first. I'm not sure how all of them got separated when they jumped forward in time, but they did. He was imprisoned immediately. Interrogated beyond compare... I'm pretty sure the underground broke him out... But thats a bit fuzzy for now.
Keira arrived shortly after him, but still two years before Jak and Daxter.
I found her after following the meteor with a squad of mine. She was in shock for a few days, but quickly cracked open her shell when she saw all the vehicles in the city.
It didn't take her long to find her calling here, and it didn't take long for us to start talking. She would borrow my workshop so often that I eventually got her one of her own.
She and I had a lot of ideas to shoot at each other, but she would always get pretty uncomfortable if I had to tune my hand or my leg. Whatever.
There were three bars in Haven City. One was krews nasty bar on the waterfront that always smelled like cigars and cheap cheese. The other was near the power station. A small place, nice owner. Never too loud. The third was in the slums and I'm pretty sure the sludge they served there would kill you if you drank enough of it.
I remember a subway too. The city was big. Very big. Big enough that a subway system was needed if you didn't have a zoomer. Which, not many people made enough money to have one.
The Krimson Guard tattoos weren't tattooed on by traditional methods. They were kind of... Laser burned into the skin? Like printed almost? Kinda hot, kinda pinchy... Made your eyes watery and swollen for a few days too.
I have no idea why it was a thing. Something about unity and loyalty? Hmm...
Torn was the most annoying person to find. After he quit, we never spoke again. His hideout was constantly changing. Man was good at hide and seek, I'll give him that.
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