The Cybex Forge was never a large establishment. One of those hundreds of small subsidiary manufacturing plants that assembled Cybertronians back since the first Age. No, it was a mere tiny cog, part of the network of the massive Assemblae Cybertronae, where millions were forged. And then one day, in a desolate time past the war. Past exploration. Past hope. A message echoed out over the enormous rust coated plains of Cybertron. <<<>>>> Up above, Blaster and Soundwave had stood against each other. The war had changed them, changed them utterly, and even moreso, the quiet peace thereafter.