I love this guy, or rather the *idea* of this guy. I'm thankful he finally got an affordable toy and that I never took the plunge on the masterpiece, the former, rather than the later, being what I based this piece on. I Imagine this as a snapshot from before the war, from the period where everyone feels that something is coming, but no one is exactly sure what that something will be. A dark cloud hangs over Cybertron as the factions begin to take shape. As an ode to his previously exclusive diaclone nature, Exhaust hasn't picked a side from the two most vocal of these groups, but finds one reaching out to him through the background noise of his life nonetheless. Will he commit to any of them?