Shrapnel and ash. Rubble and ruin. The detritus of destruction, and the cinders of slaughter. This is Vos, home of the brave, land of the valiant – the city that raised its young on steel and obeyed no law but natural selection. This city of shadows, a vast wasteland of creaking debris and craters like weeping sores, is all that remains of Cybertron’s famed gladiatorial nation, a testament to the sheer brutality of nuclear war. The sun has not seen this pitiful husk for centuries, leaving its dust-shrouded wastes in perpetual darkness, save for the eerie glow of irradiated carcasses and the occasional flicker of small-arms fire between skirmishing treasure hunters. It was not always like this. In Cybertron’s Golden Age, long before the ravages of the Great War tore the planet asunder; Vos