"You get to be a part of it. You get to be there when it happens. Sure, it may not be you that pulls the trigger, but you'll be a part of the team that puts an end to his reign of terror." When the robot put aside his weapon, Six eased the hand that had been hovering near the grip of his own and crossed his arms, right wrist under. Never hurts to stay alert. "If you'd prefer, you could keep going it on your own and raiding pointless cargo haulers that Gortex can replace with a snap of his fingers." He pushed off his ship and took a few steps closer, leaning forward slightly for emphasis. "Or you can join me and help bring down the greatest tyrant the galaxy has ever known." He held the pose for a moment, then leaned back and resumed his previous chipper attitude as if that little dramatic moment had never occurred. "Up to you though. Meet me here if you decide you want something bigger than the occasional garbage scow." He flipped the automaton a datachip with the coordinates and time for the meeting (and ONLY those coordinates), then turned and climbed back into his ship. 

Once seated, he sealed the canopy and threw Midas a mock salute, then blew the rear cargo doors and let the pull of the vacuum suck his ship out of the cargo hauler. He figured a robot like Midas wouldn't need air and could handle a little depressurization. Then without further ado, he spun the fighter around and disappeared into the asteroid field.