Keira's Garage

Red vs. Blue starters (Volume 3)

                 Nervous would be what we call an ‘understatement’.

   “ …That was my new engine prototype… “

                 SOS! Her baby had been damaged!

   “ It wasn’t supposed to do that…I think I’m in shock… “

   “ Of course I do, that was my home. I wasn’t originally from Haven, like Jak was…I don’t really belong here. Though I know he misses Sandover, too. It was our entire childhood, the people we loved were there… “

                                  Her mother was there, once upon a time…

   “ Well, in the end it was pretty practical, and I think that’s what counts the most…It wasn’t too bad of an outfit! Wasn’t really a big fan of those pants, though… “

    All you can hear is a loud yelp, the mechanic jumping a few inches off the ground in surprise.

   “ Daxter– ! “

   “ A surprise? I don’t think I should, I don’t even know who you are! This sounds about as safe as a back alleyway at night in the Industrial zone…Sorry, until I know you’re not a murderer or something, I’m not going anywhere! “

Red vs. Blue starters (Volume 3)

                     …Oh. She did NOT just–

   “ Really? You know, I only criticize the inadequate ones…Like yours, for example. Sorry, not that they’re bad, per say– just that they need a little more foresight. Now, what about my ideas? “

            Brilliant, let the passive-aggressive snarking begin. That was a smart idea, to talk back to the Governess, of all people…Of course, it’s thinly veiled behind a plastered-on smile, an overly honey-dripped tone attempting to lessen the blow. Try and mask the irritation that has set her blood to boil.

   A mid-day run for supplies– parts that she had desperately needed for her latest repair…How long had that taken her? Two hours, maybe?

        Trudging back into her garage, met yet again with the faint buzzing of the overhead lights, the strong smell of motor oil and metal twining in the air. A sense of peace, as she lugs in her large bounty– an extremely heavy-looking bag, filled with miscellaneous parts and tools, a little splash of pride in her otherwise relaxed features. She’d hit the jackpot– !

      A sigh, as she trudges in deeper, taking in the sight of her empty garage– and the oddly misplaced shadow on the floor.

                                              …Well, that wasn’t normal.

    Confusion draws her brows together and her eyes more squinted, studying the anomaly for a second before she decides to look for the source. Gaze searching upwards, landing on– hair? Wait– higher, once more–

                                                       – A MAN ?!

        A sharp yell comes from her, dropping the bag in her panic, tools and other bits scattering in a symphony of clangs on the concrete floor. The mechanic doesn’t make it out any better, falling backwards onto her butt, grabbing the nearest instrument she could to point threateningly at the intruder– a rather large socket wrench.

   “ Who are you and how did you get in here– or, up there!? “