Axis looked at the blade, holding it in both hands. She looked at her own reflection in the sword. Still silent.
Maximus got up and walked to her.
“Hey. Are you alright?”
He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
“Yeah. I’m fine… I just got a lot to think about.”
She responded.
Maximus transformed to robot mode and gave her a quick kiss, which she appreciated.
“I’m proud of you. Really.”
Axis looked at her partner and smiled.
Maximus then turned to the others, and returned to his usual peppy and excited self.
“I don’t know about you, but I think this calls for a celebration!”
“If you get drunk, I’ll carry you back to the city.” Seraphicon said to Bootleg as his armor and weapons calmly equipped themselves to him for easier transport.
OOC: it’s like when Tony Stark has his various suit equip to him in Iron Man 3.
Axis was yet again pulled out of her deep reflection when Maximus transformed to beast mode, and quite literally swept her off her feet and guided her on to his back.
“What’s was that for?”
Axis said while laughing.
“Well doesn’t every knight deserve a noble steed?”
Maximus said with a big smile.
“Why are you being so romantic all of the sudden? This doesn’t change anything.”
“Why this changes everything! It’s not every day the love of my life fulfills an ancient legend like this.”
The door swings open. One by one, braziers lining the hall on the other side ignite, casting the corridor in a flickering blue glow. The architecture was less complex than that of Machaera and most other Knight structure, feeling more akin to an ancient Terran castle. Decorating the floor was another mural like the one in the Temenos, this one chronicling Prima’s life, from birth to his passing.
Bootleg tries to speak, but ends up choking on his drink.
Razorwing and Ironclad watch Maximus and Axis, taking pleasure from seeing the two happy.
Firestorm bowed his head in respect to his former leader as they walked. “Before we get the shield, I would like to pay my respects to Prima.” He said.
Seraphicon couldn’t help but chuckle then looks at the Star Saber, wondering if he was truly worthy to hold it.
Another time; there will be a chance later to see. he thought to himself.
“Anyone else on that lake could have done what I did.”
“But they didn’t. They hesitate. You didn’t. I saw the look in your eyes when you grabbed that blade and pulled it out. That was passion. That was determination. You deserve this.”
“I mean, when you put it like that…”
Axis said, starting to get a little embarrassed. Though happy all the same.
The hall eventually gives way to a set of stairs, leading down to a vast, cavernous, round chamber. A hole in the ceiling allows snow and moonlight to fall upon a rectangular slab of stone, on which rested the rusting body of Prima, the firstborn and the Warrior of Light.
Around him rest twelve other warriors- the original Knights of Cybertron:
All thirteen rest with their weapons laid over chests- the original Twelve display a myriad of swords, spears, and axes, while Prima slumbers beneath a beautiful triangular shield, fading from gold to bronze as it narrows.
Prima and the first Knights sleep the sleep of the dead tranquilly, their faces calm, and blissful despite the rust eating away at their features.
When Piston entered, he bent down on a knee and stood back up. He walked further into the room and kneeled in front of Prima.
After a few munutes, he stood back up.
