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The partial mangled lawn chair held together with extra scraps of metal and duct tape was creaking and bowing, struggling to hold the 400ish pound 7 foot tall metal man lounging feet up on a crate in the street of mars. With a news paper over his face pretending to sleep pretending not to notice the weird look the random citizens of Mars gave him as they walked by. He was tired, tired of being a stranger in this place he was starting to regret ever leaving the pirating business. Now that the bounty on his head had been removed for having no news he was free again to start over and that's what he was planing to do. Day had money, he could buy a ship but he couldn't run it himself he needed a crew. He thought about posting billboards but what would they say 'notorious space pirate seeking skilled cremates to pillage and steel'? It in itself was a strange situation he thought who would know what to do, not many pirates live to retire and not many retired pirates live when they're not on the run.

He sat up abruptly hearing the commotion the news paper slid of his face on to his lap. Alas this was the final straw for the lawn chair which finally gave out sending Day crashing to the ground quiet loudly. He stood up and ran in front of the group of thugs clutching his broken chair. He was pretty pissed partially because he was publicly embarrassed and partially because that was his favorite chair, his face would have been red if he had one. Day shook with anger and looked Very threatening from their standing point, but he looked more angry than he actually was.
"You SEE this , this is my favorite chair and you made me BREAK it."
He roared which caused the thugs to stop in their path. Day glanced at the girl then back to the mob.
"now if you know whats good for you you will SCAMPER BACK TO WERE YOU VERMIN CAME FROM!!!"
On that note He pitched the pile of mangle metal formally known as his chair toppling the group over those who were not hit didn't waste any time high tailing it out of there.
After admiring his handy work briefly he dusted of his hands and started walking up the street.
"Another problem solved without violence." he chuckled.

He turned his head to the small girl and attempted to convey a glare but it was hard with no moving facial features then continued on his way up the street. ~Every time I save somebody they think I did it on purpose or something, damn I hope she doesn't follow me home like some sort of lost puppy~ he thought to himself. His pace quickened to what would be a brisk jog for a normal person.

Day continued walking but realized he couldn't ignore her any longer, he sighed. "call me Day.... wha .. what? Is that music.?
He was a bit confused at how exactly that just happened but he tried not to sound impressed.
"I'm a bit busy here tourist, I need to go get myself a new chair, that and this isn't my jam." He still sounded a bit angry.
He looked back at her still following him he noticed the cords coming out the back of her head. It looked like some sort of half assed science experimental.
"so what are you supposed to be?"

He shook his head
"what do you mean 'whatcha mean' the things and the cords and wired... things jutting out" Day gestured to the back of his head. "Sporting a new style or something? and the electro eye doesn't seem to be look professional if you ask me, no offense." He kinda felt bad it looked like a shoty job who ever did it was crazy or an idiot.

"I LOST my body i didn't get rid of it on a whim, don't push me kid"
Day wasn't exactly 'cool' with hackers expectantly Irritating ones he always took every precaution when dealing with net hackers he himself didn't have a connection to the net but when he was doing maintenance he always separated the lines, but he had never actually come this close to one in person. He was a bit paranoid he know that he only one net port and it was internal so he really had nothing to worry about."
"Why don't you go home, I have work to do"

Day suddenly grinded to a halt, this is exactly what he didn't need right now, but due to his unrelenting responsibility oriented nature it would be hard to decline the offer.
"So you need a place to stay is what your telling me....You know your catching me at a bad time." he groaned
He placed his hand on his fore head in a intellectual manner.
"uggggh would you be able to offer me anything in return? any skills you are willing to offer me.