Zepar cautiously approaches the displays, trying to decipher them.
The glyphs projected inside the data towers spelled out sentence fragments on a variety of topics. History, extradimensional physics, stellar cartography, and more. Each column was a library housing records on every subject.
Zepar was tempted to try downloading the information but stayed his hand, “Would it be right for us to take the information here?” He asked.
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“And we’ve gone right back into creepy town.”
Starchaser said.
Pipebomb slowly took a pressure mine from his bag and lifted it close to his head.
“Boom?”
“No. Not yet at least.”
Starchaser replied.
“No boom. Got it.”
With that the junkion put the bomb back in its bag.
“This place is so peculiar. I feel we are ill equipped.”
Broadwing said.
“A scientist would be more suited here. Like that zebra we met earlier.”
“Please. The farther he is from me, the better.”
Starchaser replied.
OOC: So that’s where that song is from! Huh. Definitely gonna keep this one on mind for my own projects.
Also, I got work in a bit over an hour. So expect spotty activity by then.
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“Our own worst nightmares…” Scorchlock muttered, as King-Quan gave the Wrecker a sly glance. “I honestly don’t know what I could be scared of. I’m a Wrecker. That’s not really our motto,” he said.
“Perhaps…” King-Quan commented. “That being said, your spark may differ from your mind, Scorchlock,” he said. “Thus what you may not fear consciously, your subconscious may beg to differ.”
The Wrecker scoffed, “yeah right,” he placed his hand on his hip.
Topside steps off the platform and looks around the room. The cyberglyphic holograms change to neocybex, so that all our heroes could read them.
“Doesn’t seem like anybody else is using it,” the captain says, walking up next to Zepar. "Does Lemuria need to know ‘nebulan dynasties of the Sixth Age of Strife’ to guard the key?
“Then again, this place really likes playing on your mind in the weirdest ways possible, so who knows?”
The three bots wondered off from one another and picked a random bit of wall words to read, hoping they might give some clue as to what to do here.
The Wrecker and the Holy Warrior stepped off the platform as well. They paced the room individually by themselves. Scorchlock read another wall, while King-Quan read another. Both of them trying to see if they can get some sort of information out of the wall texts. That is, if one of them could actually understand and read the language.
Some of the text our heroes read make reference to the Golden Age colonization program, including the cybermatter used to transform suitable worlds into new homes for transformers- a technology which would later be adapted for use in the Omega Lock. There was much else that historians and scientists of all stripes back in the Imperium of Cybertron would appreciate, as well.
A hologram manifests within the pit in the center of the room: a sphere of golden light, encircled by a pair of shimmering rings.
“You are welcome to take copies of the data within this library,” says a voice. Not Lemuria, but conveying a similar sense of great age and patience. It emanates from all around the chamber.
“However, in return for the knowledge you take, I demand a price be paid.”
“Here it comes,” Topside sighs.
“I don’t think we should take anything unless Lumaria(?) gives us permission in person.” Epsilon said, remembering his run in with the stranger (Optimus).
“What price?” Zepar asked.
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“Is this gonna be one of those knowledge for knowlege things?”
Pipebomb asked.
“Like that weird owl dragon thing what lives in a library in the desert on earth?”
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“I understood that reference.” Epsilon said.
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“I didn’t.”
Starchaser replied.
“Seriously, where do you get this stuff from?”
“I get around a lot.”
Pipebomb answered.
“When you’re not dedicating your whole life to war, you have a lot of freedom to learn a thing or two.”
“Terran entertainment media.” Epsilon quickly explains.
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“That too.”
Pipebomb said.
“I was not aware such a thing existed on Earth,” the voice remarks. "An example of how outdated this facility is, I suppose.
“The data stored here is many millions of years old,” it continues, “and much has transpired since this place was cast into this forsaken fold of our galaxy, I am sure. Take what you please, if any of it can be of use to you, but in return I ask that you add new information to my records. Art, history, culture- offer something of value, and you may proceed further toward the Dark Key.”
“And what if our offerings come up something short?” Topside asks out of curiosity.
“None of you will come to harm,” the voice replies, “though I cannot allow you to proceed beyond this point should I find your gifts lacking.”
“I got like, 200 different ways to make, defuse, and detonate a variety of explosives. That any good for ya?”
Pipebomb asked.
“Oh! I have a lot of old earth music I wouldn’t mind sharing.”
Starchaser offered eagerly.
“I am afraid I have no significant knowledge to offer.”
Broadwing said remorsefully.
“I have only recently gained a true mind of my own, and have learned very little of worth since then.”
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“Well, as it appears,” King-Quan muttered. “The texts talk about the Golden Age, interesting,” he said.
“Who said that?” Scorchlock asked, looking around. “Are you going to test us, I assume?” the Wrecker arched an eyebrow.
“This is your test,” the voice replies. “Do the cybertronians of the present day still take to the stars with boundless curiosity, and the drive to dispel the shadowy veil of mystery over the unknown?”
“Come on,” Topside says encouragingly, clapping Broadwing on the shoulder. “Sounds like this thing isn’t too picky.”
The Wrecker frowned, what kind of dumb question was that? Could it be this being didn’t know of the Great War that brought Cybertron into a dying state? He shook his head, as he crossed his arms and shifted his weight on his left hip. “Well… no. We don’t. At least, not anymore,” he claimed.
“We used to. Back in the day. Before the Great War. Before Cybertron was dying,” he said with a saddened tone. “We are on a mission, to restore our Creator back, by collecting all of the Omega Keys to unlock the Omega Lock. At least, that is our goal, until the New Order of Decepticons thought of the same idea. Shot into the stars and we’ve been fighting them ever since,” he sighed deeply.
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