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Flashover didn’t make it a habit of lurking in graveyards, but occasionally they offered the smokey Audio a quiet reprieve as well as a reminder of just what it was he was fighting for. How many Citizens lay needlessly buried in the ground? Just how many could have been saved had the fools of this City stood up to their oppressors earlier? It was tragic, and a lesson. Stand now, or end up trampled beneath the feet of others.

He had been on his way out from his little walk when someone speaking caught his attention. Now just -who- would be out here rambling about Hope of all things?!

“Hope is dead. Or, at least what people claimed as Hope is dead. He won’t be bothering us again.”
Flashover made his appearance a bit aways from Five. He stood behind the boy, head cocked to the side as he looked over this Audio. Just -who- was this, and why was he standing in a graveyard mumbling to himself about Hope? Perhaps Wily’s former general had murdered someone close to this young one. Yes...that made sense.

“Killed him myself. Someone has to stand up and fight for our City. I am rather tired of Wily and his rule…-and- those sympathetic to his ways.”
No one who sided with Wily was safe from Flashover’s wrath. Be it a Robot Master, or just an ordinary Citizen. They were all criminals in his mind.

That...was a ridiculous amount of names. Flashover would never understand the need for long fancy names, titles, whatever. One had to make themselves known quickly in this City or fade away into obscurity. Five was a much more sensible name. Easier to say...and a bit unique. It worked.

"I am Flashover."
Surely he had heard of him? Though possibly not, depending on where the kid was from word of his heroics may not have reached the youth's ears. No matter, they would now.

"I am working to free this City of the crazed doctor who holds it. And where do you stand?"
Flashover didn't have the time or patience to make small talk. The main thing he needed to know from any particular person was just where their loyalties were.

Good answer. Anyone who was against Wily and came that armed was a welcome ally of Flashover. The rebel leader gave an approving nod, and couldn't help but smirk at the mention of the knives.

"That's what rocket launchers and armor piercing rounds are for. Harder to come by, but very worth it. Though, you can save all your weapons for Bass. General Proto is no more."
Oh how he wished he had a recording of that evening. The sight of Proto's broken body being hurled through the air was simply beautiful. At least he'd always have the visual memory of it.

"This City always needs more allies to this noble cause. Why not join us and put your skills to work?"

This kid was not completely there. That...was a bit troublesome. But so long as he stayed -useful- Flashover could work with it. The moment he got out of hand though he'd be terminated. The rebel leader would sacrifice anything for his goal, and he couldn't risk his operation to someone with mental issues.

At least, dangerous ones. A good deal of the rebels were a bit...off.

"I suppose the other rebels could act as a family. That's between you and them."
Though several stayed with Flashover, he didn't view them as his family. They were his team, his workers, and any number of other things he called them. But not his family. He simply didn't have a need for such things.

"Mostly I do recon, take out any bots I can, and gather anything useful for the cause. So...basically, we're going to go exploring. You up for that?"

Flashover simply eyed the youth as he skipped around, facial expression unchanging.

Weird kid.

But whatever.

"Look kid, I'm sure you can figure some of this out on your own."
And he'd need to, because Flashover wasn't something doting father type. Make yourself useful.

"It's a rebellion, we scavenge anything that can be useful."
And he was leaving it vague on purpose, because he wanted to see what the kid considered 'useful'.

Explanation over, Flashover moved to leave the graveyard and continue on his way.