Private Eternal Flame [ Centrality ]

[Makai Dashiell]

"I think a week will do you some good., like you said, it will be good practice. We can hammer out the details soon."

Makai figured a weekend wouldn't be enough. Ellie wouldn't knock the wheels off Arceneau in a week and he could handle both girls, working with Salacia and Aina when they were busy doing lessons with their governess. Details could be easily figured out in the coming weeks, knowing they had to get through his father coming back first.

Looking at his intelli-chrono, Danger Arceneau was right. Ellie should be wrapping up with her evening routine. Now it would be time to face another round of questioning, ones he probably had no answers for. Or, worse yet, Ellie would want to talk about what their plan was for when Judah did return and how would that go. It wasn't something he was looking forward diving into.

"You're right, I better go before the future Mrs. Dashiell has realized I've absconded into the night. No need for any travelling liquor, I'll just have two glasses of wine tonight. Not wise to mix alcohols but I can deal with that in the morning. Thanks for everything, if you need us just amble on over. Night"

Makai stood and stretched a little, kissing Danger on the cheek before leaving. Time to face the real interrogator of the Arceneau family.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger gave Makai Dashiell a warm, motherly smile. A the brush of his cheek against hers, the redhead brought her hand up and gave his cheek a gentle pat and also a kiss in turn against it.

"Always happy for the conversation, Makai. Love you," she murmured, her feline green eyes softening as she stared up at the grown-up version of the little boy that stole her heart so many years ago.

"You grew up to be a fine young man." she added, giving a soft chuckle.

"Now go on now, lest Myra come huntin' after you."

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Judah was diverted to the Scillal System, checking out the shipyards before arriving. Running into an old rival, he had further been delayed, but lucky managed to make it out in one piece. Making the deal for a manufacturing space despite the challenges, Judah was delayed by a day and several hours, considering his estimated original arrival time in his head. As far as he knew, no one was expecting him beyond his last message that he would be coming to join the family.

Which created a problem. It was late, well past normal business hours, most sentients would be winding down for the evening unless they were on some type of second or third shift. Judah could tell there was such a shift ; just with less staff. If he had to guess the station most likely relied on a lot of droid labor during these hours with a human being the supervisor throughout the night. All fine and well, it was especially difficult to obtain workers, even more difficult to get them to uproot their lives for years and take work on a space station.

Myra Elspeth Arceneau had sent word he had two new personal assistants. Given the hour of day, Judah automatically knew both wouldn't be around to call upon. Sure, there was the potential to wake them up, but he thought that elitist and just the wrong way to start off a new relationship with the men. Instead, ship securely in the hangar, he set off on his own to find the Arceneau and Dashiell clan.

It was easy to navigate to the residential area, bag slung over his shoulder as he walked. Dressed in a grey suit, no one paid him any attention as he navigated, most likely assuming he was someone coming back in from one of the systems for the day. Having the penthouse number from the package he was sent, it was merely figuring out the numbering system of the flats before finding the one he needed.

Typically he would have waited til morning, but Judah didn't know where he was staying. Made it a bit difficult, so he would have to bother Danger Arceneau and company.

Finding the right door, Judah rapt his knuckles on the durasteel instead of ringing the doorbell, aware people may be asleep.

 

[Danger Arceneau]

Danger had just finished a quick holo-comm call and on her way back to the family area where the kids were all watching the second film of the Perry Cooper holoseries when she heard the rap. Considering she had been on a slight edge when Judah Dashiell decided to show up at the station, she made it a point to check with station security for anyone who may look like Judah.

Leave it to the old Salvager to manage to bypass that and end up at their front door. With a sigh, Danger let her feline emerald fire gaze peer at the small security holoscreen that would show who was right outside their door.

Unwilling to alarm the kids, Danger decided it was best to handle this on her own. A press of a button, and the door would slide open with a silent hiss. There, beholding the swarthy visage of an even tanner Judah Dashiell, was the Queen of Trade herself. She wore a pale blue button-up cashmere sweater with a sky-blue pencil skirt that complemented her vibrant red hair. It fell in soft waves down her shoulders and back. Casual, flattering, hugged every curve.

Her countenance spoke volumes, captivating attention effortlessly. A delicate raise of her brow followed by a soft sigh piqued curiosity. "Well, I'm relieved to see you've arrived unscathed," Danger began, her voice smooth as molasses, careful not to disturb the peaceful slumber of the children. Gratefully, Persie had adjusted the volume to drown out any potential disturbance. Those feline green eyes would level a survey from the top of that peppered shaggy head with its combed back hair, scruffy face, simple suit, and bag slung over his shoulder.

Danger read him. As she had years and months passed. The only difference is that the survey now held a certain level of uncertainty. New facest that shone up the past few months were hard to discern under the light of day or prying eyes. On the surface, still the same, if a bit tanner and a little more fit than before. Must have been all those nerf calf wrangling under the Salaucami sun.

"Hello, Judah. Good to see you're lookin' well." She opened the door for him to enter, only to murmur, "Kids are watchin' a show, I can show you to your room if'n you lookin' to get your rest."

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