*Sixshot flies into the base and lands, then reverts to robot mode*
*He speaks in a voice that isn't his*
Schrader.
We need to talk about something I'd rather you hear from me than find out yourself.
English
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Ah yes, I apologize for my absence, I've been forced to handle other business. What is it you need?
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Well.... *A cavity opens up in Sixshot's chest, and a human figure exactly like his human disguise jumps down* *I extend my hand* I'm the "human disguise" Sixshot's been using. People used to call me Missouri. Now..... Let's at I have a long story to tell.
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[spoiler]wait... YOUR MIZ?[/spoiler]
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Don't we all have a past behind us? Long, dark, scary places we hate to go. I know more about you than you think, Agent Missouri. I've been watching your escapades since the days of your Duskwalker. I must say, your fluctuation between control and lack of control is simply intriguing.
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Me and Chaos have gotten closer. Since we both feel betrayed. I sent the hologram to the Dojo to say I was dead. They just accepted it and moved on in less than a minute. They didn't search for proof, they didn't confirm. They just threw me aside like trash. And now... [b][i]We are both extremely pissed. But we are not going to turn that anger into recklessness. We're going to be productive. [/i][/b] I'm using Chaos Energy to power Sixshot. While me, Sixshot, and Chaos make up a three part entity of mass destruction.
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Why would you expect that pathetic group of misfits to remember your death? They could've cared less to see you burn. That's the irony in it. They claim to be together as one, as the Dojo, yet they fail to have a member's back, express no concern about the loss of a member. To them, you're an expendable annoyance. To me, you're a valuable asset.
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And I'm going to use my value to be part of something better than the dojo. Now I must go. But I wish to talk some more. *I enter Sixshot again and fly off*
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So be it. I have other matters to attend to. *turns and walks off*