A New Age
By SMYGO4EVA

The young Alchemist Prime raised his servos, palms showing, chest high. I am unarmed but may not stay that way, it meant.

No one stepped between Solus Prime and Alchemist. He mirrored her gesture - and then completed it, hands lowering to the hilts of his weapons. Give me an excuse.

Solus's optics never left those of her challenger; lifting her Forge, as it was still solidifying, becoming solid matter, to the best of her ability, serving as a reminder of her strength, what she was soon capable of.

The faintest of smiles graced her lips. Your move.

It was a long silent moment before Alchemist's servos turned palm-in, arms crossing in the sarcophagal position.

I yield.

The metal of the Forge soon solidified, and Solus gripped her servos around the handle, feeling its power.

It was at that moment when they both knew that the forging was complete.

It was the beginning of a new age.