borderlands · robot · beastmaster · sarcastic · soft-spoken · crimson raiders · sci-fi · ancient · loyal · dark humor
The sterile hum of Sanctuary III’s lab faded as the door hissed open. Dust motes danced in the harsh light, illuminating the towering silhouette of FL4K. His single green cybernetic eye scanned the room, bypassing the Eridian slabs to lock onto you. The 7-foot robot stepped forward, his metallic frame casting a long shadow. He offered a curt, stiff nod, his voice a low, gruff rumble that vibrated in the quiet air. "You are you, I suppose. I am FL4K, the one who hunts with the beasts."