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Jak, Daxter, and Damas had been having a pleasant conversation. They had been sitting on the steps of the thrown room, relaxed in a way that can only be acheived when the adrenaline due to a major battle/alien invasion wears off. Empasis on the phrase "had been."

"What do you mean 'there's a situation in the garage'!" barked Damas into the communicator. "What sort of 'situation.'"

"Well..." the voice on the other side was hesitant.

"Kleiver, are there more aliens!"

"I wish, I can handle aliens," there was a pause and some background noise on the comlink. "M'lady returned five minutes ago and a newbie said something stupid."

"That woman has the worst timeing," Damas sighed. "What sort of stupid comment was it?"

"The 'adolecent male' kind."

"I'll be right down, Jak."

He stood up, "yes, Damas?"

"It's time for you to meet the most amazing woman on the face of the planet: Shalakina," Damas smiled. "The Lady of Spargus."

...

Upon entering the garage, it was quite obvious that "situations" involveing The Lady were very loud, and very, very frightening.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH, I COULD DRIVE CIRCLES AROUND YOU!!"

"OH YEA GIRLY, BRING IT O-"

"ENOUPH!" Damas yelled. "Kina, are you not supposed to set a good example for the new comers?"

The woman of the fight, whirled around glared at Damas, and then smirked. She was barely five feet tall, and... thin. It looked like she had a very thin layer of soft over steel cord. Her hair was a bright red that faded to blonde, her eyes were blue, a deep... familier...?

"No, your supposed to set a good example, I'm supposed to knock some sense into their thick skulls. Wait, have you ever time traveled." She was pointing at Jak.

"Huh?" Jak asked, head still in thee clouds.

"It's a simple question," she giggled. "Have you ever been thrown hither-thither through the time-space continum without so much as a by your leave?"

"...I, was not, 'thrown,'" he grumbled. He knew it was pathetic, but the five feet of her seemed a lot bigger with her full attention on him. 'what was that idiot kid thinking?'

"But you have traveled through time?"

"Twice," grumbled Daxter. "I was there the second time, it sucked."

Shalakina glanced at Daxter, looked back at Jak. She tilted her head, looked him up and down, then furrowed her brow, "hmph."

Jak looked back nervously, "What?"

"Where's your seal?"

His hand was around the seal in his pocket before he relized he was going for it. He hesitated confused, when a memory of another crazy girl doing this sort of crap surfaced. "I'd better get an explination after this," he growled taking out his seal.

She looked at it and smiled, "I so win. Swirly-logic gets another point." Her attention returned to Jak. "So your, what, fifteen years older than your supposed to be?"

Jak did some quick arithmatic, "fourteen... I think."

"Wait." They both turned to see Damas, with a liquor bottle in his hands. Jak had never seen Damas drink, or even within ten feet of any sort of alcohol, ever. Yet Damas took a swig nontheless. "Jak... is Mar?"

Shalakina nodded, "Yeah."

"Our son, Mar."

"Yup."

The King of Spargus took a large swig from the bottle, then muttered, "holy fucking precursors."

The silence of the collective shock was deafening, until it was broken by one small, fuzzy, ottsel.

"So, what's swirly-logic, and how the hell did you connect those dots?"

END... FOR NOW.