Location - One of a countless number of unimportant worlds across the Brikverse, particularly on top of a common geological formation...

...A plateau of inexplicable geography.

Briktoid Automata has rediscovered lost Grade Federation technology; a transport and two unknown droids that have been stuck in the swampy quadrant since the beginnings of the Space Wars.
Two basic Space Skeletons guard a lowly Gonk Droid as it uses a Microwave Power Transmitter to recharge the relics.

"Hey 643802, you ever wonder why we are here?"

"I don't know 643756, you ever think you watch too many damn machinima!"
Suddenly, a racket coming from across the plateau catches the two guards attention before they once again start arguing the 'merits' of vidagame cinematography.

"WAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHH!!!"
A band of rabid Fooba'al fans has arrived, rioting because their team ether loss, won, or because it's Wednesday...

"Oy 'ya gits!" Bellows their leader, named so because he made the very compeling argument of having a Boomstick.
"'Dat 'ooks 'ike a gud t'ing ta' crump!"
Of course, he has to be pointing at the Lost Transport...
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I'll post the rest when I have time, but I think this went pretty well.
Oh, one more thing...
THERE WILL BE BLOOD!!!