Haamata te Pouri

[Skeletor]

Skeletor was surprised at the Biomech’s change of attitude. Just leaving behind that insufferably cramped city had seemed to do wonders for his companion’s temperament. Skeletor paused for a moment, deciding whether he would drop his disguise in front of a single other prime. At present The Heroes of the Omniverse were quickly catching on to his schemes, and Skeletor had taken a spear through the chest for his pains. Perhaps it would be better to continue the ruse for longer.

“You may call me… Keldor, Prince of Eternia. I am a magical warrior of great power, but my wretched brother Randor was able to steal from me the mantle of rulership, and I find myself trapped in this…” the irritated Warlock gestured at the blankness that surrounded them, “This farce of a world!” Skeletor ground his teeth in frustration before continuing. “I am the strongest Sorcerer on Eternia, and even here with my power diminished by whatever strange being rules this place I have faced down numerous other primes in close quarters when the situation called for it.” He laughed a hearty cackle as he noticed the Fountain of Infinity in the distance. Barely moments after being drained of his power he had successfully fended off that oaf of a warrior, Thor. Skeletor's face darkened slightly, as he recalled just how little he had been prepared for the strangeness of the Asgardian's hammer. Perhaps he be more careful in the future...

Skeletor studied his travelling companion, trying to get some more details on just what he had agreed to work with. He was still having a hard time anticipating this strange mechanical being. Its movements were far too fluid for it to be purely robotic, but it was clearly at least partially mechanical. Perhaps it was some sort of advanced armor?

“I’ve told you my secrets, Robot. Now It’s your turn. Musn’t take advantage of my trust now… That would be dishonorable indeed! Nyheeheehee!”