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

[debonairsharpshooter]

 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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[eugenesis]

Unfortunately for Misfire, word gets around. There's a Cybertronian here (curious), he's selling things (interesting), and he's someone known for being chatty (suspicious). His worst fears are confirmed when Scorponok barges into the hanger and finds one of the greatest criminal minds of his species.

"You! Give her back!"

[debonairsharpshooter]

You know what? Misfire is having a good day. Nice weather, lots of people to chat it up with, he's gotten rid of a good amount of junk he doesn't need. It's great. Life is great.

...Until Scorponok.

He's pretty sure he might have yelled. He is DEFINITELY sure he whipped poor Riptide's arm at Scorpy's helm.

[eugenesis]

Riptide's arm smacks Scorponok's side, which doesn't do much to stop a very angry robot from reaching over to grab Misfire with a big meaty claw.

"This time, your friends aren't here to save you. Give me the Firstborn and you will live."

[debonairsharpshooter]

There's the anti-violance field but Misfire's not going to risk that what with Scorponok being particularly large and angry. Misfire's aim may be terrible but his dodging game is as strong as ever as he skitters back.

"Connie's not here! She's back with the guys safe and sound."

[eugenesis]

Scorponok lumbers after Misfire. For someone so wily, he should expect this pathetic excuse for a Decepticon to escape his grasp so easily.

"'Connie'? You already named her?! She's not even yours!" How could they steal her from her father and deny him the privilege of bestowing her designation upon birth? This is going too far!