Jak 3

This is the Script of Jak 3.

Note: The missions in Jak 3 are not in a specific order, therefore it's possible some of the scripts are switched, mixed, etc.

= Intro movie =

Veger: By order of the Grand Council of Haven City, for heinous acts and crimes against the people, you are hereby banished to the Wasteland for life.

Ashelin: This is a death sentence, Veger. There must be another way.

Veger: Your protest was overruled! This dark eco freak is dangerous! Now drop the cargo!

Pecker: This is an outrage! I am outraged beyond words. Although I do have something to say! Not everyone agrees with this ridiculous aaggrrkk! Decree...

Daxter: Yeah! We want a recount!

Veger: Oh, I see you wish to join him.

Pecker: Actually we are not that outraged. Farewell Jak! Stay out of the sun... Drink lots of water... If you can find it...

Daxter: Jak?

Jak: Go back to the city, Dax.

Ashelin: I'm sorry. The Council is too powerful. There was nothing I...

Jak: I know.

Ashelin: You just stay alive, you hear me? That's an order! Someone will find you, I promise.

Veger: May the Precursors have mercy on you.

Jak: Daxter!

Daxter: Don't thank me! I'm only here because you wouldn't last a second without me! Okay tough guy, you got us into this mess, now ya gotta get us out!

Pecker: Ahh! What a team we'll make!

Jak: Let's just get moving. But which way?

Daxter & Pecker: That way!

Pecker: Oh, and I suppose you know where you're going, eh?!

Daxter: Better than you do, bent beak!

Jak: Aghh... let's just move.

Pecker: This was all your stupid idea.

Daxter: No, it was yours! Only a birdbrain could have thought this one up. Let's go with him... we'll help together... you mean we'll die together! I can't believe the city hates us... we saved those lowlifes!

Flashback begins

Torn: Jak, the city's divided. Reports say new Krimzon Death Bots are holding a vital section of the industrial area! My men are getting their asses kicked! The KG have a new leader. We're trying to find out who it is.

Samos: I'm afraid I've got more bad news. A large group of surviving Metal Heads have concentrated in another section of the city.

Jak: But we destroyed Kor!

Samos: It appears the strongest Metal Heads have survived. The battle for the city has just begun!

Ashelin: The people are blaming you, Jak.

Flashback ends

Daxter: Right. Good plan, Jak... A nap would be nice... Just a teensy little rest...

Pecker: Aggh! This bird is overcooked!

Jak: The palace...

Flashback begins

Samos: Report...

Torn: It's bad! The city's become a battlefield! Mechanized Death Bots have taken the industrial section, and the surviving Metal Heads have expanded their hold on the Westside. We're losing ground on all fronts.

Ashelin: The Council's meeting tonight in emergency session. Rumblings about you, Jak. It doesn't look good. They think your friendship with Krew helped the Metal Heads get into the city.

Jak: You don't believe that do you?

Samos: What's in the past is done. Right now, Metal Heads are assaulting the Palace. They're looking for something, and I have no idea...

Daxter: HEELLP, WE'RE FALLING!

Jak: OVER HERE! JUMP!

Samos: By the Precursors!

Flashback ends

Damas: Looks like we've found some live ones... heh, barely. Here's the beacon we were picking up. Who gave you this? We'll take them with us! Let's move! I smell a storm coming!

= Act 1 =

Let The Games Begin!
Daxter: Ahhh, I love water. Oh yes, it's so good. Desert bad.

Damas: Well, you've come back from the dead have you? And my monks were ready to pray for you. I am Damas, King of Spargus.

Jak: Spargus? Wait, nobody lives outside Haven's walls... not a whole city.

Damas: Ahh yes... we ARE the forgotten ones. Haven City's refuse, thrown out and left to die. Just as you were. But now that you have been saved, your life belongs to the people of Spargus. And we will use it well. If it's actually worth anything.

Daxter: Hey! That sounds like a bad deal!

Damas: You are in no position to "deal." Out here everything is either useful or dead weight. Prove yourselves worthy, or the desert will be your grave.

Jak: You need to work on making a better first impression.

Damas: Ha ha ha! In the unforgiving Wasteland we value strength and survival above all. We will see where you stand soon enough. Complete your training, then enter the arena. Just the bravest crawl out and are allowed to stay in Spargus. It's quite simple really.

Daxter: Um, what happens to the ones that don't crawl out?

Damas: Then it will be as if we never found you.

Daxter: I was afraid of that.

Pecker: Hail all citizens of Spargus! Welcome to the arena of death. Where we get to watch other people wet themselves in fear! These halls will once again test two newcomers, each fighting to prove their worth to stay among us. Let's hear it for Jak and his obnoxious talking animal!

Jak: Pecker! There you are. Where were you?

Pecker: Damas says, I am to be his new counsellor. He says my wisdom will serve him well. Oh yeah and um... Damas also says that ahh... you two are likely to die in the arena today, and he hopes your death is very ahh...

Daxter: Will you stop that! Damas can talk for himself!

Damas: He is right. You will most likely die. And yes, Pecker is my new advisor.

Pecker: Unlike you, some people appreciate my talents... It beats working for a living... I saw a few of the fights earlier. Oooo... not a pretty sight.

Daxter: Why you little...

Pecker: Let the games begin!