After Jak had met Shining's score - the people in charge of the course had to tell Jak that beating it was impossible, as Shining had scored the maximum score possible with the current course set up, which was why he was in the Hall of Fame ranks in permanent ink - the trio decided to stop back at the bar for a drink before checking in with Torn.
Krew greeted them as they entered. "Excellent shooting, Jak, and quite the determination," he praised. "And I didn't know it was you who held the permanent high score," he added to Shining. "Have either of you ever thought about being a Wastelander?"
"A what?" Jak asked, confused.
"Wastelander's go out into the wasteland beyond the city walls, fight Metalheads, and bring back valuable items," Shining explained. "Artifacts, weapons, you name it. Most of it comes from outside the walls. I got the offer to be one by proxy through the Shooting Range, but I declined. It would have taken time away from finding you."
"Ah, the bond between brothers," Krew mused as Sig approached. "How saccharine. But now that you're together again, perhaps you might reconsider the offer I tendered? Perhaps as a good way for the pair of you to bond? Do a good enough job, and I'll send some of the sweeter items your way. What do you say?"
"Kill Metalheads, get toys?" Jak asked, smirking. "Sounds like old times. I'm in."
"Now hang on a minute-" Daxter began.
"Outvoted, Daxter," Shining added. "Besides, you don't do much fighting to begin with."
"Yet," Daxter grumbled, flexing his hands and wiggling his fingers as though trying to make the Eco powers Gol and Maia said he had work.
"Sig will show you the ropes," Krew replied happily as he hovered off.
The silver armored warrior stepped forward. "So you wanna be Wastelanders, huh doughboys?" he asked, his voice and words exactly how Shining had always imagined a 'British Sergeant Major' - from the military stories he'd read while recuperating - would sound like. "Well, we'll see what you're made of when we get out into the thick of it. Krew wants some new trophies to put butts in chairs at the Hip Hog, so I'm gonna bag him five nasty Metalheads at the pumping station."
"Only five?" Shining asked, nudging Jak with a smirk as he remembered how simple the Metalheads they fought on the way there the last time were to beat.
"Confident, huh? I like it!" Sig smirked down at them. "Meet me at the pumping station...and don't leave me hanging."
It wasn't that hard for the trio to make their way to the pumping station, as they remembered the way from when they were last there. Sig was waiting for them. "Hello, cherries!" he greeted them. "Didn't keep me waiting long. Good. Ready to hunt a few Metalheads?"
"I was born ready," Jak growled out.
I'd believe that, Shining thought to himself.
"Then follow me!" Sig ordered. "Stay close and watch my six!"
"This is gonna be fun," Jak growled out eagerly.
A new type of Metalhead was present, a bipedal variant that wielded a weapon of its own. However, it did not appear to be what Sig was after, as he just kept going. He also blasted clear a new path with a charged shot from his staff shaped weapon, which he referred to as his Peacemaker.
After a time, Sig pointed out the first target, which was a large crab-like Metalhead that was bigger than the four of them put together. Jak and Shining watched Sig's back while he charged up his Peacemaker for a big enough shot to take it out. As it was only the local wildlife that came after him, it was simplicity in itself to protect him until he shot the large Metalhead down.
This was repeated with four more large Metalheads, although some of the weapon wielding Metalheads showed up for some of them. With the last one down, Sig sent Jak, Shining, and Daxter to tell Krew the job was done, while he stayed behind to clean Peacemaker and collect the trophies.
The group hadn't been back at the bar for a moment before Krew sent them out on another mission, though promising a reward for this one. They were heading into the sewers to destroy security turrets set up by the Baron, in exchange for a new weapon Mod Pack.
Jak had managed to pressure some information out of Krew on their way out, though. Something about a 'desperate deal' the Baron had cut with the Metalhead leader. The details of the explanation made out the Baron to be far worse than they'd thought.
"So the Baron gives the Metalheads Eco, and in exchange they don't overrun the city," Daxter began, "but still attack enough to justify his rule? What a bastard!"
"He is the one who experimented on us both with Dark Eco," Jak pointed out.
"And if the war ended, the city'd put young Mar on the throne," Shining concluded. "You're a Prince, Jak."
"We both are, for all the good it does us," Jak countered.
The sewers proved to be just as dank, dark, smelly, and dangerous as the group expected, swarming with amphibious wildlife and Metalheads swarming the tunnels and raw sewage filling the channels. In addition to that, some sections were shrouded in darkness until the right switch was stepped on to illuminate them.
The turrets themselves were simple automated systems that locked onto a target of specific size and fired two to four shots at a time, with a brief pause to reload before firing again. Much to the group's amusement, however, the turret was not programmed to fire at something Daxter's size. As such, Daxter would run up to behind a turret, Shining would teleport to his location, and then blast it apart with a single shot.
This worked flawlessly on each of the four turrets, and even a new type of Metalhead - gorilla shaped ones that lumbered towards them - didn't slow them down much. Though the Metalheads always attacked in large groups, the Scatter Gun was designed for groups, and two could blast them apart easily.
On the way back from the sewers, Jak found himself wandering away from Shining and Daxter, drawn to a hut in the south part of town, where he found a Precursor Oracle. "Greetings Great Warrior," it greeted him. "I sense there is a dark rage burning within you, and in time it will destroy you with its madness. Though the Dark has poisoned your brother as well, his rage is contained, and thus the Dark's influence upon him is limited. He will survive unaided until the last power of the Precursors can be given to both of you to save you. But for now, in exchange for the skull gems of the ones you call Metalheads, I will teach you ways to control the power you now have."
"...thanks?" Jak offered, confused.
"Destiny weighs heavy upon your shoulders," the Oracle replied simply, and said no more.
Deciding to investigate further later, he went to catch up with Shining and Daxter, who had acquired two Yellow Blaster Mods for their Morph Guns. Returning to the shooting range, the pair decided to see who could get the higher score.