The hall continued, opening into a vast, round chamber beyond. Sunlight poured into the room from a porthole at the top of the domed ceiling, falling upon a pair of metal rings hovering above the floor. Suspended within the slowly spinning bands of metal was a model of Cybertron.
The door withstands the assault, and in a flash of light, three cybertronian knights appear before SideStep. One was the Green Knight depicted in many artworks related to the Omega Lock, while the other two appeared to be standard sentries.
“Your attempts at a forced entry are futile,” the Green Knight says, in Ancient. “Your weapons will not allow you to pass through this door; only the mark of a worthy soul can guarantee you passage.”
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The hall continued, opening into a vast, round chamber beyond. Sunlight poured into the room from a porthole at the top of the domed ceiling, falling upon a pair of metal rings hovering above the floor. Suspended within the slowly spinning bands of metal was a model of Cybertron.
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The three look up at the model in awe. [quote=“Chromeharpoon, post:6789, topic:49995”]
The door withstands the assault, and in a flash of light, three cybertronian knights appear before SideStep. One was the Green Knight depicted in many artworks related to the Omega Lock, while the other two appeared to be standard sentries.
“Your attempts at a forced entry are futile,” the Green Knight says, in Ancient. “Your weapons will not allow you to pass through this door; only the mark of a worthy soul can guarantee you passage.”
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“Can anybody understand this guy?” SideStep frowns.
“We’re tryna get through.”
He kicked a rock at the Green Knight.
Atlantis cocks his head, unable to understand modern cybertronian.
As the Splitter brothers enter the chamber, holograms of the nine cybertronian colonies flicker to life all around the room, all labelled with cyberglyphics:
Gigantion
Hecate
Junkion
Clemency
Chaar
Caelum
Conventus
Antilla
Paradon
Adorning the walls were frescoes and relief carvings depicting various scenes from cybertronian history. One could see Optimus Prime opening the Matrix upon the surface of Unicron’s planet form, the Thirteen and Beta Maxx standing together before the Primal Basilica, a fleet of seven colony ships leaving Cybertron to cyberform new worlds, and the battle of the Primes atop the Hydrax Plateau.
The rock bounces off the Green Knights armor- though there was a notable lack of a metallic clang that one might have been expecting.
In response, the three Knights draw their swords.
“Uh, I don’t think we need a degree in Golden Age linguistics to understand that …” Breakswitch says.
“Leave, or fall to our blades,” one of the sentinels responds.
“IIIII don’t think they do, SideStep,” Breakswitch replies.
With an annoyed growl, ■■■■■■■■■■■■ activates his gauntlets. His fists crackle with electricity as he brings them up to his chest.
The two sentinels by the Green Knight wore silver, disc-shaped devices on their wrists, marked with the emblem of the Knights of Cybertron and various religious symbols.
“Can you stop it?” Gronius said loudly, putting accents on every vowel, motioning with his hands, trying to make the knight make the connection, hoping that new Cybertronian would not be totally unintelligible to its old counterpart.
The three Knights dash towards our heroes, swinging their swords. Breakswitch peppers one sentry with plasmafire, while ■■■■■■■■■■■■ catches another’s blade and savagely uppercuts his foe, leaving SideStep to face the Green Knight.
