Who: Nemesis Prime & Davesprite
What: Nemesis Convoy needs Davesprite's help with something. Talking ensues. it's okay to be annoyed with him going by a fake name i am too because i have to keep typing things 8|
Where: THE JUNKYARD Zone 00.
When: WHENEVAH so like now.
Warnings: None at present. MAY CHANGE.
He could have been mistaken. Easily. So near the Rift, pit, it seemed as though even thinking about turning on his proper sensors would send an unpleasant buzzing through his frame. Nemesis Prime's doorwings twitched constantly as he gazed up at the heap, and he scowled behind his mask.
There was no way he'd be able to reach it from here, without risking damage to himself or the metal. If that was what it was. For a few minutes he had considered himself stuck...until he scrolled through his list of those he was 'friendly' with.
One of them could fly.
And it didn't seem that big.
So Nemesis waited, veiling impatience, for the being to arrive. In truth he wasn't sure what species he was, but...it hardly mattered.