A rather tall Irken stepped into a dark room, a unit was laying on the lone table. It's eyes were dark, symbolizing it had been shut down. The Irken smirked and ran his hand behind the unit's head, it's eyes lighting up green and it looked around. "Hello there unit. I am your master now." The Irken explained to the confused SIR unit. The robot looked up at him and smiled at the thought of having a master. The Irken's oddly shaped antenna twitched impatiently. "Don't you have a name?" The unit meekly shook it's head no, which the Irken frowned at "Well, I just can't go around calling you 'unit' now can I?" The bot shrugged, honestly, it didn't care what it's name was, as long as he had someone to take care of him. The alien looked the robot over, thinking of what to name it. After a long while the Irken spoke. "You shall be known as...Riz" The newly named Riz squealed in joy and hopped off the table and stood by his new mater's side. "GAR! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS OUT HERE AND HELP ME!" An angry voice from down the hall made the Irken flinch. He looked at Riz "Come on Riz, this prisoner is a fighter." With that the Irken known as Gar ran from the room ad down the hall. Riz smiled, happy to get it's first mission, and ran after Gar.