nexus_crossings | one mech's trash is another man's...

one mech's trash is another man's...

Misfire is, what some may call, a hoarder. He would like to consider himself a collector of fine treasures. However his room back home is just overflowing with crap. The air hanger at the edge of the wilds he's found here in the Nexus is starting to look similar. He doesn't care of course. Buuuut a certain superior officer of his back home did and ordered he clean his quarters out or his quarters would be moved from his quarters to the brig.

Keen on not getting tossed behind bars like some kind of... of common CRIMINAL, he decides to do the equivalent of just shoving it all into his closet. The closet in this case being the Nexus.

And it's all here now. There's... a lot... at least a little bit of pretty much anything you can imagine. His 'home' after all is a giant ship with quantum engines able to jump into new universes. You pick up a lot of stuff when you're on a never ending adventure across the multiverse. And that's before you even get to the Nexus!

Yeah there's boxes and crates and just random piles of stuff all over... is that an arm? That's an arm. Misfire hurries over to scoop it up. Looks like it belongs to a friend of his. Riptide maybe? He has vague memories of winning it off him in a drunken card game a little bit ago. Maybe he should give it back...

Either way the junk had to be dealt with. Even he could see the necessity. So what better way to get rid of a ton of junk then with a yard sale? He could just throw it out but... he just can't stand the thought!

So he's posted signs all around the Nexus advertising a sale with vague directions to his hanger.

"Hey! Thanks for coming! You looking for anything in particular? Bet I got something somewhere around here that's perfect for you!" he grins and waves at anyone curious enough to come out here. Possibly with the aforementioned severed arm.

(( ooc: Feel free to make up anything for the assorted junk laying around. Literally anything is fair game, the weirder and more obscure the better. He's defaulted to his giant robot form for this thread but if you'd prefer to interact with his human holographic avatar just let me know. ))

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"Keep you both busy, but it's not beyond all hope at least," he pats the roof fondly. Very careful patting. He doesn't want to bang it up any more then it already is. Between all the miscellaneous stuff he's got here and the scrap Ben has at his workshop he's got no doubt Ben will find the things he needs to get it up and in order.

"As payment I will except no a questions repair next I injure myself and don't feel like explaining myself to a medic and being subjected their cold unfeeling judgement," from his tone it sounds like this might be an occurrence that happens with some frequency. It does. If he's not getting up to things he probably shouldn't be then is he really living?

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Ben nods. Fair enough - he's fixed enough ships and various other machines during his time in the Nexus that a giant alien robots really aren't that bizarre. "We've got a deal. I'll take this and anything I need to assist with repairs, and in return I'll fix you up the next time you need fixing. No questions, I promise. Rey and I will be taking good care of this ship."

Ben's gotten himself banged up enough times in the Wilds. He's constantly finding himself in fights. Honestly, he has no room to talk on the subject. In his case it's under the idea that he needs to keep himself in practice, even in a place like the Nexus. It seems peaceful, but that doesn't mean everything about it is. Every place has people who will cause trouble.

"I'd ask to shake on it but well," he laughs and waves his hand. It's easily bigger then Ben himself. Can't really go shaking a human with it. That's a great way to get a friend squished. Not really a great way to drum up future business either.

"So... Rey huh?" he drawls, looking down at Ben pointedly, 'That the name of your sweetspark then?"

"That's right," Ben says, not bothering to deny it. "Rey doesn't live here in the Nexus like I do, but she visits sometimes. I'm one of the reasons why, I think. When you're dead in your home universe...that complicates things. Our relationship's complicated for a few reasons."

He imagines what the ship will look like when it's fixed. Probably could take it for a flight out in the Wilds sometime. Ben's missed spaceflight.

Misfire gasps and places a hand over his chassis, over his spark. It's like something right out of the most tragic of romance holovids. But real. He feels for the guy. In the millions of years of war he's lived through he's seen more then one couple torn apart. He's dead in his world but through some stroke of cosmic luck he ended up here, still able to see the one he loves? Wow.

"Talk about star crossed lovers..." he replies, "She sounds like something real special."

Ben's hardly one to talk about melodrama, so he only smiles as he continues looking over the beaten-up ship. There'll need to be a replacement window, the vockpit will need reworking, the paint job will need a touch-up, and then there will be the matter of a personal touch.

After all, he made the deal for this thing. Whoever owned it before, and looking at Misfire's collection it could have been anyone, it's his now.

"She certainly is something special," he tells Misfire as he dusts off its front. "We used to be enemies. A little like in that one Earth play I read once - except in that one both of them died."

"Aw slag lookit you. Even if I don't move any more of this stuff I'm glad I was able to hook you up. You look like someone who got just what they wanted on their forging day."

He pulls a soft polishing cloth out of his subspace and is about to hand it to Ben so he can wipe it off easier, but then he pauses and very carefully tears a strip off it to pass him instead. Beach towel size is easy to handle then giant frigging blanket size.

"I think I've seen that one. Moulin Rouge," he nods sagely, "The music was incredible."

"This is excellent. I've got a lot of work to do. Thank you, Misfire." Ben doesn't quite know Cybertronian slang, but he can follow the general meaning. He looks pleased with what he got, and Misfire's happy for him.

For his part, Ben's delighted to have the chance to examine this ship more closely, and to fly it once it's fixed. He wonders what Rey will think of it. Maybe they can fly together, her with the Falcon and him with...whatever this is. It's nothing from his corner of the multiverse.

"It wasn't Moulin Rouge. Don't tell me, there's more Earth culture I need to catch up on."

"If there's one thing I know about about Earth culture is that you're never caught up on it," the jet responds with a shrug. It honestly is pretty impressive the amount of media that single planet has been able to put out into the universe in such a relatively short period of time is impressive.

"Actually, here's one fun Earth culture factoid. They got these things called 'drive in movies'. They put a movie on a big screen outside and you watch it from your vehicle of choice," he points back towards his hanger, "Been thinking about fixing up an old holo-projector to do that on the side of the building over there. When you got your new ship all fixed up let me know. I'll play something for you and your Rey. Been told it can pretty romantic and slag."

"Wouldn't mind if I tried that. It doesn't sound like a bad idea at all - especially since, as you said, there's always more about Earth culture to learn." Ben's watched some movies - just mostly half-asleep on on his sofa in his apartment. He's interested in Earth culture, but he's hardly an expert on the subject.

"That does sound like an experience. I'll fix up some popcorn for the two of us when the time comes and you can take care of the rest. Your pick of the movie, but make it a good one. That's my only request." Ben looks over to the ship, sizing it up with a smile. He's going to have a lot of fun with this, he thinks, once it's been properly restored. "Now there's just the matter of getting it over to my place in one piece. Shouldn't be too difficult, though."

"Guy I know, Thundercracker, makes Earth movies. Maybe I'll try to find one of his..." He frowns then, reconsidering, "...Actually all his are pretty terrible I'll just find you Titanic instead."

Thundercracker's movies are just... hilariously bad. Misfire's seen a few of them and.. .well Misfire isn't an expert on Earth culture but Thunders isn't really either.

"Ya? You want me to carry it over for you or are you going to do the whole-" he waves his hands dramatically, "-Wizard thing?"

"Thundercracker. Right, then, I won't see any of his movies if they're so bad. You have some interesting friends" Ben looks quizzical. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen Titanic. Is that the one about the ship, and the diamond?"

Ben gives a snorting laugh when he hears Misfire describe use of the Force as a "wizard thing". This isn't the first time.

"So you've heard about what I am. Well, I was thinking a delivery - don't want to draw too much attention to myself and it takes more out of me to move heavier objects, if that makes sense."

"A boat, a blue rock, and an old broad! That's Titanic," he nods. There's... probably a little more to the movie then that. He can't remember though. He does remember that it's sappy and romantic and tragic though!

"Guess that makes sense though. Everyone's got a physical limit to what they can lift," he nods, though personally he thinks there should be no limit on MAGIC but he clearly doesn't write those rules, "So what do figure is the biggest thing you can lift without.. uh... what's the organic phrase? Breaking a sweet?"

Sweat. The phrase he's looking for is 'Breaking a sweat'.

"Titanic, Titanic. Is that the one where the boat sinks and one of them freezes to death after making sure the other one stays on the raft? That...might hit a little too close to home." Ben winces a little. He's not sure how Rey would react to that one, and he doesn't want either of them to be upset by the film.

He's also pretty sure it's based on a true story. At least the ship was real and, unfortunately, so was the iceberg.

"I don't think there are hard-and-fast limits, and I'm stronger than some. But overworking yourself is dangerous." Ben's not about to test the Force too much. Death by Force over-exertion ran in his family. It's what killed him the first time, or at least was one of a few factors.

"Eh it doesn't have to be Titanic. I got some friends who love Earth media, we can scrounge up something sappy for ya," he shrugs. It's no paint off his chassis! Besides if it gives him a chance to watch something new, it's all the better.

"I see... I see..." he nods at Ben's explanation of his powers, "But do you think you could make me look like I'm magic?"

Can you turn the giant robot into a pretend jedi. Is what he is asking. Misfire is clearly up to no good. As usual.

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