I bet this was not the kind of squeal you were expecting to One last Time.

This story was the whole reason i wrote One Last Time. I hope you enjoy the first ever crossover of these fandoms.

The Sand Shark bounced violently on the dunes as it sped across the wasteland; its driver willing it to go faster much to the disdain of the passengers.

"Easy on the accelerator, we're going to crash if you keep up like this."

"Yeah, what's eating you?"

"I'm fine Dax."

"No you're not Chili Pepper. You've been drivin'' like a mad man since we left Spargus."

"It's Damas; I'm really glad to have my father back, but ever since then he's become suffocating. I can barely do anything without him demanding to know where I was. Remember last month, Sig? He wouldn't let me out of the city for a whole freaking month!"

"Jak, he's just worried. He just doesn't want to lose you again," said Sig.

"I know," sighed Jak, "but he's still driving me crazy."

"Speaking of driving, we've got a Marauder headed straight for us!" shouted Daxter.

Jak jerked the wheel sharply to the left, barely avoiding the Marauder. The Marauder drifted around and took up the chase. As Jak accelerated, he spotted a dune that would serve as the perfect jump. He hit it dead center and landed flatly on the other side. The Marauder flew sideways off the dune and rolled several times before landing upside-down. Jak spun the car around and fired the gun and the car exploded. Jak drifted to a stop.

"Eat that," cheered Sig.

"Uh…Jak?"

"What Dax?"

The Ottsel tapped Jak's head and he looked over his shoulder at the little animal. He noticed that Daxter was staring up at the sky. He looked up and saw what Daxter had seen, a giant fireball was headed their way.

Jak floored the gas and they sped off. The incoming fire ball continued on its course and crashed into the desert floor, hard. Sand was thrown everywhere and Jak felt the car flip. The fireball left a giant trail as it skated across the ground before finally slamming into the mountain range that ran the length of the wasteland and stopped.

"You alright Cherries?" asked Sig.

"Fine," answered Jak as he claimed out of the overturned car.

"What the hell was that?" cried Daxter.

"Don't know but let's check it out."

"Oh no, we're goanna get killed it we go anywhere near that big ball of doom. Let's just go back to Spargus."

"I'm with Jak, let's check it out."

"No!" protested Daxter but the two Wastelanders were already walking toward the crater.

Jak starred in disbelief at the object that was inside the crater. The hot desert sun gleamed off the polished metal as flamed danced around it.

"Is that…" asked Sig, but he too was at a loss for words.

"I think so…"

"Do you think anyone is on it?" asked Daxter.

"Let's find out."

The halls were littered with dead. Some were crushed from debris while others were burnt. They most likely had died in impact. As they got further into the ship they found evidence of a fight. There were scorch marks and bullet holes in the walls. Several of the dead also had bullet wounds. They came to a hall that split into two different ways. Jak nodded toward the left and Sig returned that nod before going down that hallway. Jak went right.

The hall took a downward slope as Sig carefully walked past the dead. There had been more fighting. Sig hears a soft humming sound coming from the other side of the door at the end of the hall way. The door was partly open. Sig looked around and found a small panel next to it but the panel was pulled from the wall and crystals were broken both inside and around it.

"Not going to get in that way," sighed Sig.

He leaned his peacemaker against the wall before forcing his hands into the small crack at the center of the door and pushing with all his strength. He didn't think it would budge but eventually he was able to push it open enough to fit through.

The room had pillars that had jagged edges. Some of the pillars had open compartments in them with more crystals. Some were destroyed while others weren't. More gunfire was evident in the room but none of the armor covered bodies were. They must have been trying to get into the room when it crashed.

Sig, however, did find a woman who was lying on her side. She was in a green, almost military-like uniform. A gun was lying next to her along with ammo shells. The gun didn't look like any Sig had seen. Not far from her was a man who wore the same uniform she did. There was also another man who looked older than the other two. He had a brown outfit on that looked more like something a Wastelander would wear. His weapon was like the ones he'd seen on the bodies, a hand weapon that curved down onto itself. Sig was about to leave when he heard a cough; the first man groaned and rolled over before falling still again.

"I guess someone did survive after all."

"Maybe we should go back," suggested Daxter.

Jak just shook his head. Daxter had been pleading to get out of here since they had found a way in. There was a lot less gunfire down this way but some of the bodies he'd found had the same burn marks that they walks had. Jak suspected the burn marks were from the staff like weapons that were clutched by the dead.

Jak was near the corner of the hallway when he felt something sweep under his feet. Taken by surprise, Jak fall to the floor and Daxter flew from his shoulder. The peacemaker was kicked from his grasp before Jak found the end of the odd staff weapons in his face.

"Kel shek," demanded his attacker.

"What?"

"Kel shek!"

Jak looked at his attacker. The man was old, he had a silver plate on his head and a golden symbol was on his forehead. He wore the same armor as the dead that Jak had seen.

"Hey!" cried Daxter suddenly, "That hurt!"

The old man glanced over at the ottsel and for a second Jak though he was going to shoot Daxter but he looked back at him.

"Onak sha kree! Shal Goa'uld?" asked the man.

"Look, I have no freaking idea what you are saying!" said Jak as he was jabbed in the chest with the staff.

The man looked at him before saying, "What god do you worship?"

"The Precursors," replied Jak, unsure of how that was important.

"I have never heard of these gods before; then you do not worship the Goa'uld?"

"The who?"

Jak guessed the old man accepted that as a reasonable answer because the staff was no long pointed at him. The man reached down, offering a hand up. Jak accepted it and was pulled with surprising strength to his feet. Daxter collected the peacemaker and handed it to Jak as he climbed back to the young man's shoulder.

"I apologize for my hostile actions, I could not be sure," said the man, "I am Bra'tac."

"Jak; what happened here?"

"I shall explain later but first, my companion has been knocked out. I require assistance in moving him."

"Auuhh…sure."

It didn't take long to get the there two men outside of the ship. Sig was already outside and waiting. He had three people propped against the remains of the car.

"I've called for help," said Sig as he helped Jak lay done the man he drug out of the wreckage.

Sig eyed the old man who had come out behind Jak. "I thank you for your assistance."

"Will you tell me what happened now?" asked Jak.

"We were captured by the Goa'uld Anubis. We were to be taken to him but with we managed to escape and sabotage the ship."

"And it crashed here," finished Sig.

"So it appears."

"Damas isn't expecting company but rescue should be here soon be here. We'll just have to avoid Marauders until it gets here.

Damas floored the accelerator as soon as the gate to Spargus opened; Kleiver and another Wastelander behind him. Damas hadn't been happy when he learned that Jak had left the city without his knowledge but he was with Sig so he should have been alright but Sig had activated his beacon and Damas couldn't help but assume the worst. He knew Jak thought he was treating him like a child and tried hard not to, but he feared losing his son again. He couldn't survive it a second time.

As Damas approached the beacon he saw a huge scar stretched across the desert. As he got even closer, he saw the ship in the creator as it sat against the mountains. He saw the Sand Shark was over turned. He skated to a halt next to the overturned Vehicle and jumped out before the dust even cleared. Sig was sitting against the end of the car but he stood up when Damas jumped out of the Gila Stomper.

"Jak's fine," was the first thing Sig said to his king.

Damas looked at his friend for a moment; he hadn't thought he'd been that obvious.

"What happened here?" asked Damas.

"Ship crashed."

Damas starred incredulously at his long time friend.

"A ship…crashed?"

"Yep."

"Where's Mar?"

"Scouting; he and a guy named Bra'tac were keeping a lookout for Marauders while I looked after these cherries. "

Damas walked around the car to find four men and a woman leaned up against it.

"Get these people back to Spargus and send for Seem" ordered Damas.

Kleiver and the other Wastelanders nodded and soon left with the five strangers. The cars were not made for that many people but they managed. Damas glanced up to see an old man dressed in silver armor coming down the ridge. Jak was following behind him. The old man stopped a few feet away from Damas and bowed his head in greeting. Damas felt compelled to return the gesture.

"We should get back to the city," advised Jak, "Marauders are headed this way; lots of them."

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