Cubicron Chains walks through the streets of Cubicron like he owns the place... and no one seems to be debating the point. Sure, he's one of the smaller people around, and he openly wears the Bot insignia in place of his former gang marks, but memories are long enough, no one questions it. He pauses here and there, chatting up a few of the more disreputable looking locals, and dumping a few spare nuts and bolts in the parts bucket of an old truck out with a sign stating he needs repairs as he meanders through the streets of home. El Sleazo Cafe