In My Field of Paper Flowers

"The Underground is -dead-, Torn. Veger destroyed it. He the reason the Metalheads got in... my entire team was ransacked! My parents, my grandparents, my brothers and sisters... all dead. All because of this Precursor-damned stunt of his... and where's Jak? Dead for all we know!"

Torn drew back slightly from the livid woman. He was hardly afraid of Dharma, but he'd never really seen her angry... although he'd heard stories. This, though... this was different. She wasn't forcing this, and nothing was hidden. The bandages that covered her ribs and chest were as bloody as the one that covered the empty hollow of her right eye, and the red staining the clean white told him one thing. The Underground wasn't the only thing that was gone.

The Dharma they'd all known was equally destroyed.

AHAHAHAHAH. Twelve hours later, I FINALLY finish. Geez. I am freaking PROUD OF THIS. Bg sucks, but I'll do something better later if I can get up to it. Anyhoo. Dharma. Mine. This is after she and her small group of rebels got caught in the middle of a clash between what was left of the KG and the Metal Heads near Dharma's old home. She was the only one who survived... barely.

Dharma's mine. Anything J&D related (Jak 3, in this case) isn't.