“Yes,” she affirms. “He is… quiiiiite the character.”
Greasemonkey does follow; he had work to get back to, after all.
The Omega Keys were kept in the Conflux, a chamber which had replaced hangars thirty-one and thirty-two at the back of the ship. It was thus quite massive: a diamond-shaped room with flat sand-colored walls and a high ceiling, with a round pit in the center that threw up shafts of green and blue light from its depths. Above the pit hovered a circular dais, encircled by a pair of silver rings that slowly turned like gyroscopes around it. Both the dais and the rings were adorned with ornate filigree and greebling hearkening back to the architecture of Golden Age-era society, and statues of the original twelve Knights of Cybertron were carved into the rings.
On the dais was a platform around which were four more knight statues; two were on their knees, while the others stood upright with their weapons raised in a salute. They faced the center of the platform, above which hovered an arrangement of metal globes, depicting Cybertron and the nine colonies. A console of some kind rose out of the platform beneath the globes, and moat surrounded the platform, divided into two sections: one contained a shimmering blue liquid, while the other held green fluid. Strange techno-organic plants wove between the nooks and crannies of the Conflux’s machinery, adorned with colorful glowing buds and metallic thorns.
The angelicons Zepar and Grand of Protihex were in the Conflux as well, talking to each other in Ancient, along with a pair of guards who kept watch over the room.