The Gideons

The door slid open to a massive room that was over three hundred feet square, but the place still felt cramped to Beta. The Mechs that they trained in reached up to one hundred and twenty feet tall, but not all were that big.

Beta's golden jewelry and piercing clinked softly as he walked out into the sounds of training. Photon blades humming, mech gears whining and grinding, and the smash of metal on metal.

The group that Alpha was looking for was in the middle of a sparring match, and the group of fifty War Mephisto's were ringed in the center around two. They were using practice photon blades that wouldn't damage the armor and shields.

The Mephisto was a sixty-five-foot mech built for speed, but they normally used their horn blades to fight. The mechs were black-plated versions of himself that had glowing red lines running between the segments. They looked like every other Gideon.