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“Of course,” the prim woman clenched her jaw hating that she had lost control of Dagen even for a split second. Digging her nails into his arm, she prodded him towards the patio. “Try anything like that again and I will jettison your wife’s body into space using a transporter.”

Did she not know what he was capable of and did? What he had to do in his pursuit of his runaway sister or the desperation on OP42? That was not a threat that he would take kindly to or let pass. For now he ground his teeth and tried not to let those ghosts of his past resurface too suddenly or be noted in his returned glare as she navigated him toward the patio.

They walked onto the patio and the prim looking woman let go of Dagen’s arm. “I am not completely a monster unlike your overlords.” Flicking her hand she knocked over a vase letting it shatter to the floor. “You have as long as reasonably expected for her to clean this up.” She did not actively tell Dagen to help but continued forward after berating him for his clumsiness. Moving to the edge of the patio, the woman waited and observed what Dagen would do with his time with Reia.

GM

What was this? Psychologically the good cop portion of the relationship? Or to pacify him with a moment with Reia to consider more pliant compliance to her demands? He didn’t miss the open door. Wordlessly he went to a knee and started picking up pieces. He was taking his time - not to prolong the time he had with Reia but taking care to not cut himself on the shards. It wouldn’t do to have a bunch of band aids on his fingers in this gathering later whatever it was. “Are you okay?” he asked her quietly when she came within range. That gave him a moment to look her over to see that she was uninjured. “You have got to get one of those outfits,” he said with a wink. “Apparently I’m a grease monkey chauffeur and Bailey is bartender. I can guess your role.” His voice dipped as he piled larger pieces to one side. “What is this?”
Dagen

OOC: I am picking this thread back up so we don’t have to create a bunch of new ones for now.

Following the Prim-looking woman, Dagen was led into a garage that was far from the grease pit once would think. Vehicles lined the walls that cost three times the lifetime salary of a Starfleet officer for one vehicle. Whether Dagen enjoyed vehicles or not he was an engineer and an engine was an engine. Much like a civilian mechanic could only dream about touching a warp core and poking around, these vehicles were equivalent. If Dagen was not interested in the vehicles, there were tons of parts lying around to fix the vehicles. Computer consoles for vehicles, comm radios for vehicles, and many more parts lined the shelves so that everything was ready to fix a complete vehicle at a moment’s notice.

Dagen whistled albeit a different kind of whistle. Those were the kind of vehicles one saw at shows behind force fields. His eyes locked onto an Antares Stratoskimmer, a rather ostentatious name for a vehicle that never left the ground but it was still sleek and overpowered. Twenty six different coolant units in the micro fusion engine made that baby purr and, if desired, the ‘retarder’ could be switched off to give it a satisfying rumble. He moved along the line of cars taking them in. Someone liked cars but by the look of it that someone liked to look at them more than drive them. He heard the soft whine of a replicator and turned in that direction.

Walking to a replicator, the Prim woman punched in a code to activate it before replicating a much more respectable-looking uniform than what he was wearing. “Shower is in the back. The guests will be arriving in less than an hour. Do not leave this spot and be ready to do your job.”

GM

Coveralls were pretty generic but to have his size for something as precise as that kind of uniform, likely tailored per se, was moderately disconcerting. His eyes followed her gesture to the showers then to the chrono on the wall in the garage. He didn’t need ‘that’ much time but then he’d have time to poke about the cars. Which ones to have a back seat adventure in with Reia, and which best for a getaway. His job. His ‘mission’ .. whatever that was, but that word was an intriguing one that had his own wheels turning.
- Dagen