Two oil leaks... a cracked rib manifold... an air leak on the left leg... Jarred sighed. Not terrible, There were plenty of spare parts at home. Jarred had a slight limp as he walked down the street on the way back home from an 'errand' of sorts. He had caught word of a few vagrants thinking about joining together to put the outcasts in the area under their thumb. Jarred had found out by picking up on their radio signal, and met with Auberi in person to ask him to watch Kiimi for a while. That was a week ago. During that week, Jarred had done his fair share of spying and learning about this upcoming group, and when he thought it was the right time, he cleared them out. Some got a few lucky shots in, but the damage was superficial. Now all Jarred wanted was to return home and make sure Kiimi was doing well.

	One could imagine how thrilled he was to notice a person standing at his door, asking for him by his real name instead of one of the many random aliases he made up over time. From the corner of Auberi's vision, he may notice the rapid movement of Jarred launching himself into the sky with his pneumatic legs. It was high enough to even jump over his small home. He had to adjust for the leak in his left leg, but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before, and still landed accurately where he wanted to on both legs. The ground would shake a bit as he landed despite the pneumatic legs absorbing most the shock.and a large mechanical hand would grab the back of Payam's skull, his hand locking back against his sword bracer, the sloth through his palm to his backhand lining up perfectly to the opening for the pneumatic blade stored in his arm. He looked to Auberi, and nodded towards Kiimi's room, a sign for him to watch over her while he dealt with....whoever this was. Jarred pushed him through the doorway and into the foyer, leading him by the and on his head.

	"On your knees," a metallic voice said in a low tone. The voice sounded like it came from a radio speaker. He would then kick behind the knees on Payam to force him on his knees, and then push down to make his face touch the floor. "You heard the [i]lady[/i], start talkin' before you get a splitting headache... Who are you, and what do you want?" The last time Payam had seen Jarred, Jarred was an old man, about the king's age, and Payam was just a small boy. Whatever was holding him down was large and obviously mechanical in nature.
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	Kiimi coughed a bit as she waited for Auberi to return. The door to her room didn't face the foyer, so she wasn't sure what the commotion was, she just knew Auberi had went to the door. She sat in her bed with her legs crossed and a book in her lap. Quietly, she called from the room. "A-Auberi? Is everything all right?"