nexus_crossings | 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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"What do you mean?" He looks around the hanger in search for any hint of Misfire's fears. It's mostly trinkets, old datapads, rusty pieces of metal, and-

"Is that someone's arm?!"

"Ah you know how it is big bad Decepticon and all. I can have people think I'm totally a goody... two... shoes..."

His optics go wide. He thought he hid that better! He just... shoves it down deeper into the crate it was poking out of.

"It... isn't not potentially someone's arm!" he replies quickly, hoping his liberal misuse of clear grammar is enough to distract from the piece of Riptide he has.

Unfortunately for Misfire, Minimus counts the negatives. It is not...not...

Which gives him some time to come up with an excuse.

"Where did you get that?"

Oh his brain module has cranked into overdrive in the few moments he's had to use it. He was really hoping his wordplay would have distracted a little longer.

"You see a few rogue sharkticons somehow managed to board the ship, corning our dear friend Riptide..."

It looks like he's preparing a hell of a tale.

Minimus takes a second to scan his memory banks. "When did this occur? I should have received a report. I should have heard an alarm."

Did someone tamper with the security system again?

"How could Riptide raise an alarm! They... Mims they made off with his ARM. Have a little sympathy!" he admonishes, hoping that his (fake) judgmental stare covers for the fact that technically they didn't take BOTH arms making this a moot point.

"I heard the commotion and of course gave chase. It was harrowing!" he spreads his arms out, his wings flaring dramatically, "Through the halls! They were swift but I kept on them. Finally I thought I had them but that's when I realized their trap. They had come here through a portal... a portal that lead to the Anti-All Spark!"

"You were there! Why didn't you or anyone else call for help!" Minimus waves his hands around in desperation. He must review the current methods of raising the alarm and have everyone on the ship review procedures monthly.

"What even is the Anti-All Spark!"

A grunt, Minimus tucks his arms back to his sides and grimaces.

"I apologize, I didn't frame that as a question. What is the Anti-All Spark?"

"I was too busy chasing them! I didn't have time for alarms," he folds his arms and gives Minimus a look like HE'S the crazy one here, "If I'd let up on them even a bit they would have definitely eaten Rip's arms. As for the Anti-All Spark..."

He sighs and lowers his helm, like he's remembering something absolutely terrible and not that he just needs an extra moment to make stuff up.

"It's... it's terrible Mims. I don't want to remember..."

Just.. laying on the cheese here.

All situations require alerting the others. There's no such thing as being too busy. Minimus is finding Misfire's report less credulous with each passing second.

"I will have to confirm this happened with Riptide when I return and discuss this...incident with Megatron if it is as serious as you make it." Ridiculous or not, he had to treat it with the same dignity as he would any other incident.

...Oh no. That will quickly collapse his hastily constructed card house of lies.

"Ah go easy on him he's been through a lot. Needs space," he replies with a lazy wave of his hand, "Hey you know I haven't seen you around here before? You been here long?"

Change of topic goooo!

"I will remember that during our debriefing." Misfire wasn't going to stop him from following protocol just with a warning. Now he has the other question he must answer.

"This is the first time I have arrived. I was patrolling the premises before I found you."

Can't Mims just.. just forget about protocol just once? That isn't that big a miracle to ask for.

"Wild place huh? Buncha folk from different worlds. You know they got an anti violence field here? You should see about getting something like that implemented at Swerve's. Then maybe the brig wouldn't always be so full after karaoke night."

Maybe... if he calls to attention the OTHER rampant trouble makers...

There has to be a much greater group of prayer to have that miracle happen.

"What sort of field? Do they prevent organics from coming into contact with each other?"

He can see how it works with mechanical beings, being programmable and all, but every new piece of equipment must be thoroughly vetted. Misfire's misdeeds are of lesser priority...at the moment.

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

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