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"Fine...then could you perhaps be a tour guide to us?"
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[b]The robot nods, leapin down and showing you around [/b]
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Bliss nods, as him and his troopers follow the robot. While touring, Bliss asks, "How did this planet even...you know...prosper to the way it is now?"
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"Prosper?"
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"Have life and not look...desolate? This place looks like it hasn't been hit by anything."
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"We're warriors. We stay strong."
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"Warriors, huh? So, you're like Wookiees, then?" Bliss joked.
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"Take it how you wish."
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"Huh...you guys seem like the fighting type around these parts."
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"We are. Very much so."
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"So...perhaps we may get to see two of them in action?" He asked, interested to see what was there.
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"Who would you like to see?"
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"Anyone and everyone. They'd all have some sort of fight in them. And if I have to intervene..." He stops his sentence there.
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"What is it?"
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*The clone pulls out a custom-made Darksaber, as the black saber activated.* "This...is what I meant." He said, hoping fo the robot to be surprised.
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"You wish to fight?" [b]The robot, although being able to create emotions didn't seem to understand them well. His voice still sounded suprised but he seemed more confused [/b]
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"...Well, if someone wanted to fight me...they could try." He answered, "But I'd rather proritize my men over fighting by myself."
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"Priorize men how?"
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"I fight with them. As brothers and sisters. We survived countless battles together. Genosis. Umbara. Those places."
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"Survive many battles I have too. Difficult things."
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"Yeah...especially when you get nightmares about it." He thought, before switching the subject, "So...what about this fighting we were to see?"
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"Would you like a guard versus clone? Guard versus you? Me versus you? Me versus clones?"
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"Hmm...I want more...where is another fighter at? I personally don't want to slice you or a guard in half; I just met you. Give me someone I don't know." He responded. "And have him go against all one hundred of us."
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[b]The robot begins laughing and clicks a button on his wrist. In an instant, four different clones are tied to each other and on the ground, the robot holding a piece of rope [/b] "Shall we begin?"
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"We shall." Bliss told the robot, an exciting grin on his face, as the remaining clones started firing on the robot.