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fleets in the galaxy. Guarding Darkmount itself were the gestalts, neatly alphabetised, Abominus thru<br />
Predaking. They cast shadows on the ground troops, on commandos like Blitzwing and Metrocon,<br />
Roadblock and Titax – bug-eyed gun-lovers who locked themselves in their rooms to polish their bulging<br />
weaponry.<br />
Sygnet clutched his laser pistol, balanced on tiptoe and looked at the rows of Decepticon warriors in<br />
front of him. He saw wings, fins and war paint, faces turned skyward and boot-jets sparking up for the big<br />
push. Although blessed with an aerial mode (albeit a shaky stop-hop tri-wing), he was glad he’d never<br />
qualified for the AC. At least the rejection had allowed him to concentrate on engineering. He wished the<br />
weapon clamped between his fingers were an arc-welder or a laser scalpel, and that he were a good few<br />
hundred miles away.<br />
Soundwave slid the Detonator’s crosshairs into position and waited. There was no rush. He’d reacted<br />
to the hyperspatial breach like Galvatron, with his fists and feet, spearheading the charge onto the<br />
battlefield. Now he thought like Shockwave: watch and wait, see who fires the first shot. Perhaps the<br />
Quintessons weren’t here to fight<br />
A blast of coppery wind hit the battlefield, clammy and rootless. It curled between thousands of<br />
mechanical bodies, tested their rigidity and clawed back into the sky. In the distance, the Quintesson fleet<br />
remained motionless, as poised and glossy as a photo finish.<br />
‘Look at them, Quantax! Beautiful!’<br />
On the bridge of the Conquest, Jolup bathed in the glow of the huge monitor screen and the closeup<br />
of the Decepticon front line. ‘All of them gathered in one place, in one spot! You cannot waste this<br />
opportunity!’<br />
‘Be patient,’ said Quantax. ‘Savour their confused, frightened little faces.’<br />
‘Frightened’ Ryknia pointed to Soundwave’s huge head. ‘They don’t look frightened to me. They<br />
look like they’re going to attack us.’<br />
A technician looked up from his console. ‘Receiving a transmission, General Quantax.’<br />
‘Patch it though, Q-219.’<br />
‘This is commander Soundwave,’ said the figure on screen (although the voice and face were slightly<br />
out of sync). ‘I know who you are. State the reason for this violation of Decepticon airspace or we shall be<br />
forced to take action. You have three seconds to comply.’<br />
Jolup laughed.<br />
‘Three.’<br />
Quantax reached for the trigger button.<br />
‘Two.’<br />
‘Is everyone ready’ he asked.<br />
‘One.’<br />
It looked like a flare, urgent but harmless - just a crimson flash low down on the Conquest’s belly.<br />
But then it stretched into a laserbeam and hit Darkmount with the force of a comet. The base burst like a<br />
water balloon, spraying the ground with flame.<br />
Soundwave’s forces were plunged into disarray. Some instinctively ran for home, but Darkmount no<br />
longer existed. In its place was an open coffin and a mound of bones, picked clean, scrubbed raw, wrapped<br />
in orange and red.<br />
Autobot City was no more.<br />
It had given up the fight, so to speak, when Metroplex had punched his way free and ended a fouryear<br />
residency as the HQ’s sentient core. Autobot City was not only dead, it had already been cremated,<br />
and its ashes had already been scattered. Scrape back the powder and underneath were the bullet shells, the<br />
bright white missile casings, the empty clips and the engine oil.<br />
The Autobots ran towards the command tower, ramping over ridges and crawling from craters, their<br />
injured friends strapped to their roof racks like battered luggage. Ultra Magnus led the way, bunting<br />
Sharkticons aside and waving weapons the size of mini-Autobots, his eyes betraying a feeling of<br />
nonchalance and extreme psychosis. His chop ‘n’ change, off-the-shelf Flamebirth features – all white-steel