Old Cybertron Highway Abuse and time have eaten away at this equatorial traffic artery. Potholes make for rough, swerving driving, as cruel to suspensions as the Decepticons have been to this thoroughfare. The jagged carcasses of building domes rake at the sky with iron girders for ribs, tarnished in rust and verdigris. The sheer number of shattered domiciles and collapsed transit stations is pump-rending, and not just from a simple architectural view. The thousands of lives uprooted or even ended in the face of Cybertron's civil war haunt most distinctly here. Occasionally, an empty will stray from the Warrens, scrabbling listlessly after the energon that flows through the much more nimble, smaller, turbo-foxes. They, as well as any errant travelers, are at the mercy of any live-fire exer