Somewhere in the deepest, darkest, ruins of the mechanized planet known as Cybertron, there waits an ancient chamber. This chamber was created for a single purpose. It was created to outlast the planet itself. It was created to hold what would be needed when that time came and the planet was ending.
Within the chamber it is dark and the air is stale. Very few on the planet's surface know of its existence, and none of them dare venture here. It is a place of myth and legend, and it shall not be disturbed by any.
But this day is different. Today the stale air begins to move as forces unseen create new currents. The darkness too starts to ripple and eddy. For a moment, it seems as though everything is holding its breath, waiting for something to break.
Then a small point of pinkish light appears. It grows larger, becoming a swirling vortex of energy that eats away at the chamber's darkness, casting its contents into flickering shadows.
The walls are carved from stone and girded with steel