Jak/Explorer

I am ready. My mind is now fully merged once more with the mind of Explorer. I exist in many places; in the missiles we carry, in the concealed flying-bombs that orbit these planets, in our drone craft, in the matter traps that cordon off the entire stellar system. I am no longer Olaran; I am a killing machine.

Less talk, please Jak. Let’s commence to kill this parent-fucker.

First missiles have been fired.

Feel them fly. Ah! Feel them fly!