Flazeor Prime's Story

A strange site for the inhabitants of this place, Of course. But strange or not, It happened. From the forest, A robotic being appeared, Stomping slightly. He stared, Looking around, And in a very human voice, Politely asked the tall man whom had appeared, "Do you know where to get a drink?"

Flazeor Prime

Flazeor Prime Slowly the bar is lit by a large glowing orb that floats in the air. Slowly machine parts appear around it, surrounding it and trapping it into a chestplate. Slowly a large white robot with a silver metal frame covering his mouth appears, his eyes glowing blue. He stood at 7'8 and slowly stomped over to the bar, managing to sit down on a stool without crushing it. He slowly studied the bar, sighing, his voice metal-like.

Flazeor Prime slowly he gets to his feet, his turning to look at the young assassin and her friends. He slowly stomped over and got on one knee so he was at eye level with her. "I am Flazeor Primus. I saw you over here and wanted to say hello. It has been a long journey and I have had no interaction with your kind... Only with the kind who bring my kind death..." He sighed distantly, nodding. Slowly the silver metal plate over his mouth divides and retracts, a bit of it on each side of his face, revealing a fully functioning mouth.