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Quick 2.5 hour Jak. I have so many ideas and not enough time in the day. 🤣 I like the idea that the dark eco did such a number on him over the months that come the time he got to Spargus he was pretty fucked up looking, and the light eco only halted the progression but couldn’t undo everything.
Reel on Instagram!
Contrary to popular belief, the Jak and Daxter fandom isn’t dead, we’re just... really small. We all love Jak and Daxter and are always willing to talk about the series and spread the joy it gives us. All 12 of us.
Jak and Damas for the anniversary banner on the big JnD Discord!
Current Jak and Daxter redesigns! The inadvertent high ranking trio.
Slowly working through the Jak and Daxter redesign poll till we get to Keira’s Jak: Renegade redesign. Damas needed some love.
Abridged time lapse on Instagram!
Jak and Daxter: Who's outfit would you want to see updated/redesigned? Comment which game!
Jak Mar (TPL, II, III, X, or TLF)
Keira Hagai (TPL, II-X, TLF)
Daxter (TPL, new human design)
Ashelin Praxis (II-III, X)
Torn (II-III, X)
Tess (II-III)
Erol (II, III)
Razor (X)
Rayn (X)
Sig (II-III, X)
Damas (III)
Phoenix (TLF)
I know the poll doesn't get everyone, so if anyone wants a second poll for those who didn't make it onto this one, let me know!
☆ reading to them (akrim)
½??? Takes place in my AU (The Hora Quan Legacy).
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Hive Ancient Deca-Vore hissed into Damas’ mind.
“So you want a skull gem?”
The king shut his eyes, falling to his knees at the strength of broadcasted emotions being sent into him.
Damas received the mental image of the progenitor caste, sensations of his skull scraped open, a gem implanted, his own essence and eco transferred into the skull, a million voices joining his being…”
His eyes snapped open, as he gasped for breath, pulling at his very being, willing himself back together. The King stood up with a grunt.
“That is only a taste of what you’ll experience if you receive a skull gem, Wasteland King. Do you really want this? For the rest of your life and then in death, you will join us in the eco, single-minded lord of the wasteland. Your humanity will be eventually eclipsed by the Many.“
Damas gritted his teeth, ears slatted back, violet eyes glaring back at the Hive Ancient, he was not going to let this creature intimidate him.
“Yes.” He gritted out.
Two gigantic metal-pede bodies of Hive Ancient Deca-Vore, longer then ten vehicles, wider then three, circled around Damas. Their legs churned the dust around the human king, as he twisted and turned his body , eyes narrowed as he watched the ancient circle him.
He was doing this for his son. He’s already faced down one Hive Ancient for Jak, what was another?
Deca-Vore’s amusement rippled, subsuming Damas’ mind.
“Prove you can meld like the rest of us. Your single-minded Devotion to your hatchling impresses even us, but it will prove useless if you cannot handle being part of the Many, of Us. ”
Damas’ right ear flicked and he clenched his fists, drawing on the memory of his injured child, that this whole aberration that he’s considering would be worth it.
“We need an exchange, Liberator.” The Hive Ancient flashing emotions of disgust and disappointment, irritated that it took a human to free its kin from Kor.
Damas snapped at the Hive Ancient. “I destroyed Kor, your people took my son and twisted him into something barely human!”
The bodies stilled, ending their circling. Deca-Vore’s eight other bodies, asleep on the ceiling, all thirty-two of their eyes shuttered open, glaring down at the irrate king.
“It is not Our fault you lost your hatchling in Kor’s nest. Be grateful that it was not consumed instead.”
Damas did not answer, seething with anger, glaring back at the Hive Ancient’s ten bodies.
“Now on to this exchange of thought, memory and knowledge. There is a nest, west of here, in a volcano by the coast. One of our kin enjoys your archived memories of paper and ink. Teach the young leader-caste, the memory-keeper how to process the knowledge, to read as you put it. Translator-caste, human-born Screech will show you the way. “
Two of Deca Vore’s bodies skittered into the ceiling. Forty eyes stared down Damas.
“Now get out.”
The eyes shut as the Hive Ancient fell back into recharge, feeding off the eco that the volcano churned out of the planet’s core.
And Damas was left at the lowest caves of Nest Decimation, alone.
Thinking about all that headcanoning got me into a thought-cycle:
Now, I usually make the assumption that Damas was married or had a sort of monogamous relationship to someone whom he had Jak with(do the games ever even mention marriage? Do we know if marriage exists in Haven, Spargus or Kras or anywhere else..?) and in extension of this, I believe that when Damas was exiled from Haven, it wasn’t just him being banished, but also his partner.
I think, back when Damas was still living in Haven, his political power was not influenced only by him. His companion had a big part of it, and together they were very straight-forward and breaking through many traditional barriers in parliament. So when Praxis saw that as a threat and wanted Damas out, his spouse would go too, but as further punishment they would be separated in the desert. They would be dropped off in two different parts of the wastelands, some hundreds of miles apart to make sure they would never reunite.
...So what if Damas’ partner had also survived the exile? What if they had also found civilization by sheer persistence and luck, ending up in another “lost” town, unknown by anyone outside, just like Spargus?
Or, what if they were picked up by Marauders and worked to become their leader, discovering how extreme survival makes your darker sides come out?
And of course, Damas would assume them dead and lost in the sands. They, too, would assume him dead, neither knowing that the opposite was the truth.
