The Visitor (Roger) (Patreon)

Out of Divinity city, a bit of a ways off the mane highway past Low wood, and Into the great desert. There Is a dirt road, with a un-named town at the end of It, and on the way to that town, Is a old mechanics shop, his mechanics shop, and today, just like any other, starts peacefully...but will soon take a turn for the strange.

'WAKE YOUR FAT ASS UP NEPHEW!!" says a old fennec, long stash and gotee combo hanging off his wrinkled tan face, a cig In one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other, this fine gentleman's name is Earl.

"Come on pappy, five more minutes, I was up all night, ya know, keepin your shop runnin smooth as always" and this sassy sort's name Is Roger, a boy of simple wants and needs, and even simpler habits."All you ever do is sleep n' take up space in my garage, when yer not tinkerin on that widget in the back" the old man spits his words and then some, glugging back a swig of whiskey and taking a drag off his cig. Boleggedly he scoots his old bones over to his favorite chair, a grungy lookin shaggy chair, with patch-work everywhere, as well as a missing leg and make-shift arm rest, wich seemed to previously belonged to the seat of a car."you watch pappy, one day that "widget" is gunna save this podunk of a stain on the map, and make us rich, I promise you "the boy swings a loose buckle on his overalls over his shoulder and gives a good stretch as he stands from his little nook in the admins office, now repurposed as a guest room, complete with spacious living accommodation...such as a mattress...and nothing else."Ah phooey! that hunk a junk Is just n' useless as you are, now gyet goin, and grab those tools from up front so I-sn' open up proper" pappy nestled deep Into his chair and shoo's the boy to his task, the boy giving a eye roll and gets to it, "ah.. of course he puts it on the high shelf, how the hell can he even get up there, he's bout the same size as me anywa-" suddenly the boy spies a shaded individual out of the corner of his eye, standing at the garage door menacingly. Clad In tattered robes, brown with dirt and sand, all can be seen is two bright yellow eyes peering from beneath a hood.

"c-can I help you sir?" the young fennec mumbles and fumbles his words, trying to keep his composure, being more of the tinkerin-in-solitude type. Roger doesn't usually handle the face to face work of the shop, and he prefers it that way, people are unpredictable and easy to anger, buggies, robots, and the occasional hover bike are easier to handle by a country mile.

"....gas...please" the hooded man narrows those piercing stare as he spouts his demands, the boy nods and looks about " p-pappy! wears the gas can?! " he stutters and shout to the back of the shop" on the same shelf as the tools ya idget!" the boy sighs  and turns back to the large man" c-could you wait outside for It? I-ill be right with you."

"....hmmm..hurry" the man turns and thumps each tree trunk legs out to the front of the shop and waits. Roger wipes a bead of sweat off his forehead in relief, then turns to tackle his true foe...tall things!

"Jeeze he sure looks like a shady sort, best get this oil to em and get em outta here asap" clambering up onto the shelf he feels about for the item "come on were are you-oh! "soon reaching forward and placing his tiny mits on that gas can, he grabs It, and quickly drops It the the floor below " who puts a gas can all the way up here? jeeze pappy" Roger now reaching for the tools the old man asked for "ehhh, almost"

"grrrrr DONT LIKE WAITING!" the cloaked man returns in a huff, throwing a fist into the wall nearby " GAAHHAH!!" shocked out of his mind from the loud noise, roger looses his balance and falls ass first onto the ground below, luckily the fennec had a rather soft landing "guhh, w-whats the big idea, I was just about...too... "roger stares In aww, his eyes catching the gleam of a rather vintage looking vehicle. Ruby red Paint job, low riding seat and high grips, a hover hog, just sitting there out in the open!

"H-HOLY MOLY is that a m6-25 Songbird! I only seen these in those old magazines pappy has about' the place, she looks good as new, this is incredible "roger admiring the ride, as the cloaked figure slowly looms behind him " the bike....needs gas..""w-wait, this Is yours? I would have never guessed but...huh? gas? these things don't take gasoline they run on Organite crystals, and the only place you can find those is In the badlands.

The shady figure grunts and growls placing a scared up claw onto the handles of the bike, a unusual calm exudes from him, but also a twinge of sadness "Belongs to...old freind....from old war.. left one day....gone...searching for him...need to find him...need to..."

Roger Is taken a back for a moment, hanging his head low " im sorry..." a moment of silence Is soon broken as Roger places his hand on the mans side, he turns to face him" s-sir, It may be a bit of a hassle but...I think I can find you those crystals" the cloaked man gives a heavy sigh, almost like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, he then extends his paw  to roger, shaking his in-tern."now...ever faught  a sand golem before?"

"...no""well theirs a first for everything I suppose~"