Haven Chronicles: Confinement and Liberation

………In the future, things will change drastically. A chain of events masterminded by an insane mind has brought Jak and Daxter`s world to its knee`s … A dark menace rules the whole planet and any non humans are captured and never seen again. Unspeakable horrors born from Immoral experiments guard the most secret and sensitive places. Ironically the place where it all began so many centuries ago, is the place where, if successful the few shattered survivors of the occupation will bring about a change that will not just affect the future but time itself……

Timezone: 30 years after Precursor contact
--------Underground prison and experiment facility HCP 03--------
It had been a one of the bad days……. The world was a black void voices all around like a bad dream, pain from multiple injury`s forced the prisoner to keep in the reality that he wasn’t going to wake up.  “This guy looks like crap” Laxar muttered to his partner. “he cant be the one” Makaz didn’t bother to look at his partner, the face amour made it pointless anyway. “I don’t care, the boss says it him so as long as I`m getting paid it doesn’t matter” Laxar pulled out a key card from his Black and grey vest as they reached the end of a dark long grey corridor. With a swipe the door opened and the guards throw the captive into his cell, the door locked behind them. “You better not let him die….yet” Makaz nodded “I`ll get a short of the docs special” if there was any emotion in the voice the mechanical voice changer canceled it out. Soon there footsteps echoed as they walked away along the prison`s second floor corridor, Laxar hated the prison compound, he had heard story`s of what happened in the labs below this place, about the experiments and the way non humans had been gotten rid of… “it doesn’t help to think about it now” Makaz said as if he could read his partners mind. “its over there dead and were here to make sure that it stays that way” Laxar nodded arguing with a superior was not a good idea and he had played his part to, he knew he was just as guilty..   
Chapter 2
The bad dream suddenly got worse as the prisoner was throw onto the cold hard ground his arm catching the brunt of it. Growing in anger Ghost ripped the bag off his head and looked at the world, it wasn’t much of an improvement;  He was in a small grey and black prison cell with a single light and desk and  bed. His body hurt like hell from the beatings but he would live. “hmmm well, I hope it was worth it” he thought. Relishing that he had taken a fair account of injury`s Ghost sat on the bed and checked himself out. He was in pretty bad shape, bleeding from some nasty cuts but no broken bones luckily.  Suddenly there was a noise and a small medikit appeared from under the door, at least now he wouldn’t bleed to death, he had also been able to forgo the usual electro tagging that would have tracked him as soon as he tried to escape. His body contains implants that destroyed any tracking devices made by HSF (Haven Security Forces) so providing he –could- escape he wasn’t doing to badly…    Ghost focused his powers and rapidly his body began to heal. Soon he was as good as he was going to get. It was a big drain but he wasn’t going anywhere so it didn’t matter, besides his other powers had been buried just in case he was caught. Collapsing onto the bed Ghost heard the sound of snoaring! It seemed he had a neighbor. “Hey anyone there?” he spoke loudly enough for the sound to pass to the next cell. There was another sound from the next cell as Ghost`s neighbor woke up. “Hu?” Someone want a conversation at this hour?” Ghost leaned back at least he would have to talk to himself now.
Chapter 3
Cri-san awoke to the sound of a voice coming though the wall, as his vision cleared he saw the grey lifeless walls of his cell. The sound was coming from his right side, slowly sliding across his cell bed the Ottsel putting his furry head against the wall and listened. The voice has to high to be another Ottsel Cri-san realized as he heard: “hey is anyone there?”  Ottsel or not Cri-san was glad at least someone was in this hell hole with him and did his best to break the ice. “No your going mad” the comment was met with a short laugh, cri-san glad his neighbor had a sense of humor especially here. Ghost came closer to the wall of his own cell so he could hear the high pitch voice better he must be young to sound like that he thought, Ottsels were thought to be extinct in Haven City so the thought of one in the next cell wasn’t  on his mind.  Ghosts thoughts were interrupted as his neighbor started a conversation “what’s your name bud?” Cri asked, he wanted to find out about his fellow prisoner it was all he could do… for now. “Ghost” his neighbor said the name strangely echoed making it sound as if a real spirit. Cri-san was a little shocked “you mean THE Ghost? from Haven City?” Ghost took a deep breath “the one and only, I didn’t know I had a fan club” Cri-san smiled, “hey don’t be getting ideas I look up to no-one, but I am curious, how did they capture you?” Ghost looked at the floor and closed his eyes as he started to explain the memories flashed before him……