Mirrors
Legacy Name: Mirrors

Spiraling pinnacles of polished metal glistened high above the ground. Balconies with out railings, jutting out like personal landing pads off set from each other appearing like a snake coiling around buildings. Walls of windows reflected the rising and setting of the sun, casting even a brighter glow below. Shadows were hard to come by in this city.

Mineral gardens adorned personal rooftops, pools of clear blue mimicked landing strips upon narrow, elongated buildings, buildings that were more suited to public attractions. Such as museums, philosophy centers and the Ariel recreation center.

The night sky was never far away from the tallest of unique architecture. Some seen the two as ancient reminders of what came before. Others marveled at the simplicity of the design with the complexity of exterior support systems. No where else did anything like the two towers stood. And yet to others, they seemed like two boorish brutes among a city of refined gems.

Yet without the two towers serving as a centerpiece to the city, Vos would indeed appear to have a hole in the heart.

.... That was before the war.....

The hole in the center was first, followed by the collapse of east and west borders as the warring factions emerged on the beautiful city. Bombing runs did nothing to deter the advances, and with tears in their eyes, the Vosians watched their entire state fall. Then, they retaliated by following their Air Commander into the fray of War and the Decepticon Cause.
Oh sure, some joined the Autobots, some went off as neutrals, yet neutrals are still a side, regardless.

The state of Vos no longer shone like the stars, it no longer stood proud and tall.

It was a state of ruin.

Precariously perched remains of twisted metal, melted slag, oxidized iron rested at oddly pitched angles. Burnt gyp-rock and chard cinder blocks filled chasms of basements and crumbled foundations.
A death trap to anyone traversing the ground. From the air, Vos looked like a macabre of metallic roadkill.

From the air, the fluttering of wings caught on a warm thermal looked down at the sad state of Vos, of the planet. No matter how or why, it happened. Left in the wake of war, no one is a clear winner. Certainly not the battlefield that has been laid to waste.