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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[chiaro_oscuro]

"That's an interesting collection you have there. Don't mind if I have a look."

It doesn't take long before Misfire's hoard picks up a visitor. Ben's picked up scavenging habits, which he's sure Rey would find ironic - he digs through salvage both for his own use and things to trade with the industrial area's resident Jawa clan when he needs their help. He's traded goods he has for things he needs before.

Maybe he can find something he can give to a friend, or show Rey the next time she visits. There's an idea. A surprise for Rey the next time she comes to see him. Ben thinks as he paws through the scrap, then turns to Misfire curiously.

"I'm looking for something one of my friends might like, if you can offer me any suggestions. Something to show her how much I care about her."

[debonairsharpshooter]

"Benny! Good to see you mate!"

He smiles letting the human pick through on his own for a bit as he attends to one tower of scrap that looks ready to topple down at any moment. There are little guys running around here after all! can't have any 'customers' squished by falling junk after all.

"Your friend?" he looks down curiously now that the structure is sufficiently secured, "I'm pretty sure I got something for just about anyone around here. What's she like?"

[chiaro_oscuro]

"Hello, Misfire." Ben smiles a little at the nickname. They hadn't seen each other since Misfire ruined that hot dog stand a while back, but he has no hard feelings over that. "Good to see you again."

He's not especially bothered by the threat of falling scrap, seeing as he can push it right back if it gets too threatening. One of the many perks of Force powers.

"She's good with machines. I was thinking of finding something we could repair together - like a gadget, or even a vehicle, if you've got anything. She has a friend who's a droid - a robot. Much smaller than you, shaped like a ball."

[debonairsharpshooter]

"You want something to repair together huh?" Misfire's optical ridges raise suspiciously but he doesn't comment too much---yet. He gives it a thought, tapping his chin.

"Actually... I think I got something for you. Some tiny two seater I picked up a while back!" he grins and nods trying to remember WHERE he stashed it, "It's definitely pretty busted but I kept it for a while 'cause it kinda looks like a weird bug head! It's great, just wait here a sec."

He stomps off into his hanger... and a few crashes and curses later he reappears clutching a small yellow ship to his chassis. It's a little worse for the wear. The glass is cracked, the cockpit looks gutted, and the paintjob is pretty scuffed up, but there doesn't look like there's any major frame damage.

"Whatchya think?" he asks setting it down on the ground.

[chiaro_oscuro]

That was the plan. Ben's looking for something he and Rey can work together on as a project, something over multiple visits. And what's tiny for Misfire is not so small for Ben Solo.

Ben looks over the strange ship, inside and out, taps on its side with a knuckle, then nods. "Yes - this'll do the job very nicely. We'll do repairs and I'll let you know how it goes. Thank you, Misfire."

He's quietly very excited. This is a style of ship that's alien to his galaxy, and it's his now. He's spent enough time working on repairs on Dia's ship out in the Wilds that he isn't rusty on repair work, and with any luck two heads - maybe three if he convinces Cal to help - will be better than one.

"Hm. It's certainly been around enough that it'll keep us busy. I think she'll like this very much."

[debonairsharpshooter]

"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?

[chiaro_oscuro]

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.

[debonairsharpshooter]

"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?"

[chiaro_oscuro]

"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.

[legalcy]

Said superior officer has found himself here, and the place is teeming with more life than what he had seen on Earth. It's small for a Cybertronian and there's far too much dirt for his liking, but as long as he remains on the roads, he can survive this. Surprisingly, he finds a familiar face here. Not one that he is particularly happy to see, but someone with whom he can speak.

"Is this how to plan to clean your habsuite?" It is a better idea than stuffing the items in a supply closet while Misfire did a deep clean of the room. "I approve of it."

[debonairsharpshooter]

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."

[chiaro_oscuro]

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."

: D

[debonairsharpshooter]

Misfire freezes. It's instinct. Whenever he hears that voice he almost instantly just assumes he's in trouble. He usually is. He's not that most... upstanding of crewmates by any definition of the word.

"Look I can explain I---" his brain finally catches up with his mouth and very nearly just does a soft reboot, "What? You do? You never approve!"

Mims approving of something he's doing. This... this might just be one of the strangest things that's ever happened to him. And he's been through a lot of weird slag before.

[legalcy]

"That's not true. I do approve of certain actions regardless who does them." It's statistically impossible for Minimus to never approve of anything of Misfire's. "Trading with other species is a viable method of removing excess materials."

[debonairsharpshooter]

"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."

[debonairsharpshooter]

"When you put it like that you make me almost sound like some kind of upstanding citizen!" he practically beams. For like two seconds before frowning.

"You don't think my reputation is gonna take a hit do you?"

[legalcy]

"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?!"

[debonairsharpshooter]

"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.

[legalcy]

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?"

[debonairsharpshooter]

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.

[chiaro_oscuro]

"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."

[dr_fringe]

Walter is rarely in the Nexus because it necessitates sneaking away from some very watchful people. However, he was learning how to do so effectively in the recent days. The pile of things attracted his attention. After fighting evil shapeshifters from another version of your world that crossed in via a rip you made in space time... well.. everything else just seems relatively normal.

He's currently walking with Gene, the cow who follows along like a dog, and eating red vines licorice. He didn't notice Misfire at first, attracted by some mechanism or another.

"Oh." His head turns way up to look at the robot when he's addressed. "You're a sentient robot.... fantastic." He's giddy as a school boy over seeing a giant robot but the question has some real implications. The cow really is like a giant dog and is nosing around at the edge of the mounds of stuff.

"I've been looking for a replacement piece of glass." He holds out his hands in what seems to be roughly 24 x 36 inches. "It needs to take the temporal and spacial distortion strains from peering across into another universe. It's a shame I cracked the one I was using."

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[debonairsharpshooter]

"Cybertronian technically! Not robot," he replies cheerfully, despite for all appearances being a... giant... robot. Look sometimes the semantics matter, "Mech is fine too."

He's quiet as he listens to the request, and rubs his chin thoughtfully. A collector of fine pieces of junk from throughout the multiverse he may be, but a scientist he is not. This is tough one.

"That's pretty specific... I'm sure I must have something around here... but I might need to ring my mate Brainstorm up," he turns to rifle through a few bins, more for something to do as he puzzles things through, "You ever hear about the ceremony of Crossover? That might do you well enough instead."

[debonairsharpshooter]

"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."

[chiaro_oscuro]

"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."