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The moment the ship docks, Sixshot vanishes.

It's happened often enough times that the crew and captain of the ship that ferried him around the galaxy for missions have ceased trying to understand how it was possible to lose track of a building-sized beast mech that quickly. All they'd get in warning was a virtual post-it note on the bridge's big screen and they didn't see the guy for the rest of their stay. There was something disconcerting about a Phase Sixer going around without anyone noticing, but what can you do?

Someone spots him briefly at the station's biggest bar buying something ridiculously expensive and distilled and the radio lights up with gossip. This was a mech whose social life was nonexistent as far as anyone onboard knew. This was also mech who couldn't get drunk anyways, what with the whole ridiculous fission cells business.

So. Who was it for?

About five hours later, they get news of Black Shadow's ship docking and the rumor mills pretty much explode.

In a secluded VIP room he'd signed off on for the rest of their stay, Sixshot is busy making a pile out of some foam beds he'd been hoarding for this particular occasion.

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"Blhhh," Sixshot answers petulantly before leaning back when Black Shadow's squirming threatens to bang his helm against the wolf's mouth. His tongue just wasn't armored quite the same way the rest of him was.

Black Shadow's getting the full weight of the other Sixer's head now though, as he promptly plonks his chin atop his friend's helm.

"You're too rude to be an elder," he declares with a contented rumble.