Time travel. Somehow, you've done it, for you find yourself in a place of ancient power in the modern world. True, it is overgrown with flora and crumbling, but you can still feel the mystery and age seeping from the very air here. Even the scattered tourists and peddlers can't shake the feeling from you. A pervading silence rings in your head, every rock and mound seem to live as a ziggurat rises before you... Catechism transforms to her jet mode, which is quite astoundingly simple for the coneheaded model that she is. "PREPARE for TERMINATION!" Fairway drops into DeLorean mode. Devastator>