"As much as possible," Megatron allowed, arching an optic ridge when Orion nudged him, and then shrugged, "not so much an artifact, unless you'd call everything down here that, as a piece of history, I believe."
Frowning thoughtfully at the corridor and the two branches they were presented with, Megatron took them left, and soon it started to go sharply downwards in a sort of spiralling ramp.
A fair distance below them the ramp ended in an open area with at least one open doorway, light spilling through it invitingly.
Beyond was a huge hall, the floor's octagonal plates etched with some pattern, and in the center stood two positively giant statues. Of course, with the way their metal was coloured and the way they'd been made, they really did seem like two giant cybertronians posing together, each with one arm raised and nearly touching the other's hand.
Once, there'd been a data depository in the form of a disc in that joint grip. Megatron had removed it on his first visit here, and wasn't about to - yet - show it to Orion.
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Frowning thoughtfully at the corridor and the two branches they were presented with, Megatron took them left, and soon it started to go sharply downwards in a sort of spiralling ramp.
A fair distance below them the ramp ended in an open area with at least one open doorway, light spilling through it invitingly.
Beyond was a huge hall, the floor's octagonal plates etched with some pattern, and in the center stood two positively giant statues. Of course, with the way their metal was coloured and the way they'd been made, they really did seem like two giant cybertronians posing together, each with one arm raised and nearly touching the other's hand.
Once, there'd been a data depository in the form of a disc in that joint grip. Megatron had removed it on his first visit here, and wasn't about to - yet - show it to Orion.