Forcep grabs a black-colored rod dotted with blue lights, and waves it over Starchaser's body. She feels a numbness come over her as the device disables her pain receptors, allowing Facelift to do his work with minimal discomfort to his patient.
"You know, it's my experience that most prefer to be under for this," he remarks. "You don't get squeamish watching folks pick you apart and root about your insides?"
As Darkside approaches the Conflux's main console, the device comes to life, a faint aura of white light surrounding it. A small, holographic map of this planet materializes above the flat surface of the terminal, and all around the chamber, the Blue Omega Key's holo-map fades into view: hundred of thousands of tiny stars wink into existence, dotted by planets, asteroid fields, nebulae, and other stellar bodies. The frayed and fizzling edges of the holo-map cling to the walls, their corrupted graphics and broken strings of glyphs wrapping enigmatically around the room.
A faint pulse of verdant light emanates from the recently acquired Green Omega Key, and the map begins to change. The stars begin to shrink and rotate, taking their planets with them as more points of light fade in to fill the empty space. The damaged sections of the map fill in with lines of ancient code, restoring them partly.
"I'm not sure," Greasemonkey admits. "The word is that Optimus cut the Lock into five pieces, so I would assume that leaves three left for us to obtain."