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[knight4darkness]

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.

Comments

[featheryasshole]

Davesprite was more than a little surprised to get a call from this 'Convoy' guy. He hadn't paid much attention to the other people on the Marker-destroying mission, but a huge robot was kind of hard not to notice. Seemed like an okay dude.

Things were quiet on the Maverick right now, so he had no problem taking off for a short visit to the Junkyard to help Convoy out. He wasn't entirely clear on what this was about, but it seemed legit. And even if it was some kind of trap, he could probably abscond easily enough.

He teleported to the Junkyard and flew up to Convoy, nodding slightly in greeting.

"Sup."

Waiting on mod response to whether mysterious item is mysterious or something cool. /VAGUE FOR NOW!

[knight4darkness]

Finally. Nemesis let go of the impatience, giving a nod in return. "Dave," he said, relaxing a tad before turning and raising an arm to point. The heap of junk was one of the larger ones here, bigger than him - and that was saying something, for someone seventeen feet tall.

"Can you reach that?"

I'm okay with that!

[featheryasshole]

"Sure, no problem. Anything in particular you're looking for?" He flew a little higher, peering up at the heap.

[knight4darkness]

"There should be a bead of metal - about as big as your head. I don't want to risk damaging it I am identifying it correctly." That should be a suitable explanation, as to why he had asked for help.