The wear on his face showed that he wasn't taking care of himself. All his joints, squeaking and rusting. It was only a matter of time before he was a pile of rust and faded clothe. He knew that it could be helped, he knew that there was a better life beyond the canyon that he was walking in.
What kept him from taking the opportunity to break from this state he had driven himself into? He wasn't sure but the only thing that he was sure of was the fact that he wasn't going to try. He was just going to wait till he turned into the pile of rust and bolts that everyone had already forgotten about.
He ignored the sharp pain that had made a home in his joints as well as the protest of squealing rust with every step. Oil leaked from his mouth and trailed down his metal beard and his eyes that once glow yellow were now faded and flickering out of life.
"This is incredibly sad." He heard a voice rise up behind him. If he wasn't so beat up and worn down he might have even jumped out of surprise. He turned around slowly to catch a gaze of the source of the voice. It was odd to find any visitors in the canyon due to the chilly nature and the terrible wind that constantly whipped through the rock formation.
He didn't know why but a small spark of hope began to rise as he looked for the owner of the voice. Perhaps it was the thought of sharing his pitiful life with someone, or maybe the hope of a companion to suffer with.
The spark of hope was quickly put out like a candle on a windy porch when his eyes locked onto a small black mass who had two small wings and large bloodshot eyes. He was floating quite awkwardly, from side to side, in front of him.
He might have been in the lonesome canyon for years now, but he knew exactly who the black Lum in front of him was, Andre. "Who would have thought Razorbeard, the Great Conqueror of the Glades, would end up a rusty heap of junk, cowering in a crack on the earth!" Andre spat, in his more than common nasty attitude.
If the old pirate had any extra strength to spare he would have used it to roll his fading eyes, but instead he turned away from the fellow conqueror and began to walk again. "That's it?" Andre spoke up and Razorbeard stopped in his tracks. "You aren't even going to ask why someone like me stooped down to a level this low to come and see you?"
"I'm done." Razorbeard stated. It had been so long since he had spoken that along with the words he also spat up some oil that had been building up inside of him from leaks. "Just leave me alone." He grumbled and was about to walk away when Andre cut him off by zipping around him in his face.
There was a deep frown on the Lum's face as he glared into the pirate's eyes. "Look," Andre said, "If you want to live down here the rest of your life crying all over your rusty chassis, be my guest. But say that I don't ever do anything nice for people, listen to what I have to propose."
Razorbeard sighed lightly, causing the oil to spatter onto the Lum who did his best to ignore the action. "Very well." Razorbeard agreed. Andre backed away from the old war lord so that he was well out of spit range.
"Living in this rock you probably haven't heard about the magic rip, have you?" Andre asked and by the slight cock of Razorbeard's head, Andre knew that he was right. "A few days ago, there was a rip, they say it was between two worlds but just as fast as it came it left. Boom! Gone! No longer, adios baby and send me a post card! But…" Andre paused, allowing the suspense to build in his listener's mind. "I was contacted by Mr. Dark himself-"
"The Mr. Dark?" Razor beard asked in surprise and a sly smile spread across Andre's face as he now knew he had the old robot's attention. The black Lum nodded in response.
"That's right, the master of evil and magic himself. Turns out, nothing did come through the rip, but what was impressive was what was on the other side and I think it will stun you." Andre said. Razorbeard's curiosity was at its seams and he could have sworn that he felt a little bit of the lust for evil seep into his rusty seams. "With all three of us on a team with the power that sits on the other side of the tear, who could stand against
"I- I- I" As he stuttered the words his hopes quickly died again as the scene of his burning ship and waist land of destroyed armies, trickled into his mind. "I wish you two luck." He mumbled and walked past the black Lum. "I'm not cut out for that kind of stuff anymore." He said. "And apparently, I never was."
Andre scoffed, if he didn't need the pirate for the job he would be more than happy to put the miserable being out of his misery. "Is this about Rayman?" He scoffed and Razorbeard cringed at the name as he walked. "Forget about him, it just wasn't the right time for you. Imagine me, you, and Mr. Dark all on one team for one purpose. Rayman will be the least of our concern." He said.
"Look, if you want me to leave you here so that you can continue to squeak to the beat in your head, that's just fine to me." He said. "But how are you ever going to get revenge if you're down here hiding from him?"
Razorbeard looked at the ground and then glanced back up at Andre. "Very well, I will come with you and see what this magnificent plan is." Andre smiled and began to lead the way down the canyon and Razorbeard followed after him slowly. "You know, just because I said I was coming doesn't mean that I will join you two."
"Don't play that game with me, old pirate, I can already see the light coming back into your eyes. And just wait till you see what Mr. Dark has in store for our little hero."