What was that stupid voice talking about...? Something about a game..? Geeze..why can't it shut up already? Couldn't Sechs get any peace and quiet when taking a nap around here?!
Wait a second... What was he doing napping?
Before the Replica could think any more on the matter, he was jolted awake by a loud hiss of static. Sechs' yellow eyes snapped open as the electronic shriek rang in his ears. Giving out a muffled growl, his body visibly winced from the unexpected noise as he took in his new surroundings. His once groggy mind now raced with confused thoughts. Where the heck was he?
The room he was in was unfamiliar... And why was he sleeping just now? Sechs' perturbed mind trudged through his memory banks. What was he doing before? ...Ah! He was getting a tune-up from his Cybertechs, that's what! Hmm... speaking of which...
At that point Sechs' train of thought was nearly jolted off its tracks. The Z.O.T. Tournament! He had to be ready for the next match! What was he doing sleeping at a time like this?
Sechs went back to his recollections of his recent past. He could have sworn that he was in the repair facility with his Cybertech, Yani... Normally Sechs would be connected to the usual cables and machines to tune-up his body. Sometimes the process would take awhile so maybe he fell asleep while he was waiting? It wasn't something he'd normally do, but that last one-handed fight he had against those five challengers probably drained him more than he'd like to admit...
Still, that didn't explain how he ended up in this unfamiliar room. Was he moved during his nap?
The Replica was just about to heave himself off the bed when he spotted another person in the room. He froze. So Sechs wasn't alone here... but who was this stranger?
The other man had his back to him. He looked about his age and height while his hair consisted of short black locks. Was it Ping? ...no, it couldn't be. Ping was out helping Alita with that mission of her's... Plus the stranger didn't have that familiar hat or mechanical arm. This one was different...
The way this situation was unraveling confounded Sechs; such uncomfortable feelings had always aggravated him. Sechs hated feeling confused and the fact that he was probably missing the Z.O.T Tournament right now only filled him with even more rage.
It was then that his mind snapped to a conclusion. This stranger must have took Sechs away from his team...Yeah, that must of been it. Yet why was he taken away like this...? Did it have to do with that bastard Trinidad? Either way, Sechs wasn't going to wait for his answer...
Without any hesitation, the Replica sprung into action with a loud snarl. His bed sheets were thrown away in a flurry as he leaped towards his target. He wasn't going to kill this stranger, not with his back to him. That wasn't how a true warrior fought! No, he was going to pin that bastard against the wall and ask him some questions...and for his sake he had better give him good answers...
With another savage growl, Sechs threw out his arm and slammed his palm against the area between the stranger's shoulder blades. Sechs then pushed the other man forward, giving him a face-full of wall in the process.
"OK ASSHOLE! YOU BETTER TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON HERE OR ELSE!!" Sechs shouted into the other youth's ear.
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Wait a second... What was he doing napping?
Before the Replica could think any more on the matter, he was jolted awake by a loud hiss of static. Sechs' yellow eyes snapped open as the electronic shriek rang in his ears. Giving out a muffled growl, his body visibly winced from the unexpected noise as he took in his new surroundings. His once groggy mind now raced with confused thoughts. Where the heck was he?
The room he was in was unfamiliar... And why was he sleeping just now? Sechs' perturbed mind trudged through his memory banks. What was he doing before? ...Ah! He was getting a tune-up from his Cybertechs, that's what! Hmm... speaking of which...
At that point Sechs' train of thought was nearly jolted off its tracks. The Z.O.T. Tournament! He had to be ready for the next match! What was he doing sleeping at a time like this?
Sechs went back to his recollections of his recent past. He could have sworn that he was in the repair facility with his Cybertech, Yani... Normally Sechs would be connected to the usual cables and machines to tune-up his body. Sometimes the process would take awhile so maybe he fell asleep while he was waiting? It wasn't something he'd normally do, but that last one-handed fight he had against those five challengers probably drained him more than he'd like to admit...
Still, that didn't explain how he ended up in this unfamiliar room. Was he moved during his nap?
The Replica was just about to heave himself off the bed when he spotted another person in the room. He froze. So Sechs wasn't alone here... but who was this stranger?
The other man had his back to him. He looked about his age and height while his hair consisted of short black locks. Was it Ping? ...no, it couldn't be. Ping was out helping Alita with that mission of her's... Plus the stranger didn't have that familiar hat or mechanical arm. This one was different...
The way this situation was unraveling confounded Sechs; such uncomfortable feelings had always aggravated him. Sechs hated feeling confused and the fact that he was probably missing the Z.O.T Tournament right now only filled him with even more rage.
It was then that his mind snapped to a conclusion. This stranger must have took Sechs away from his team...Yeah, that must of been it. Yet why was he taken away like this...? Did it have to do with that bastard Trinidad? Either way, Sechs wasn't going to wait for his answer...
Without any hesitation, the Replica sprung into action with a loud snarl. His bed sheets were thrown away in a flurry as he leaped towards his target. He wasn't going to kill this stranger, not with his back to him. That wasn't how a true warrior fought! No, he was going to pin that bastard against the wall and ask him some questions...and for his sake he had better give him good answers...
With another savage growl, Sechs threw out his arm and slammed his palm against the area between the stranger's shoulder blades. Sechs then pushed the other man forward, giving him a face-full of wall in the process.
"OK ASSHOLE! YOU BETTER TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON HERE OR ELSE!!" Sechs shouted into the other youth's ear.