Beta-reader Match-making Fan Fiction contest entrySmoke hung low and heavy over Praxus, obscuring optics and clogging vents. Here, the once proud city-state stood cracked and charred, covered in ash. The glorious crystals of the Helix Gardens, the pinnacle of Cybertronian art and beauty, lay shattered. Many of the civilians were gone, long since departed or dead. Those who remained had abandoned their civilian ways, forced into more militaristic roles.
Towering above the surrounding ruins, the smoking husk of the Assembly sat. Not so long ago, this building thrived, the center of all Praxian culture and business. Grand halls held concerts, games, presentations, assemblies, and exhibits, and all manner of art and technologies were gathered and displayed here. It was the heart of Praxus.
It had been the first Decepticon target in Praxus.
The Assembly still stood… mostly. One wing had entirely collapsed. Windows had long since shattered under the onslaught. From several of the gaping holes, smoke trickled out. But it still stood,