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The water was all fingers and thumbs; it was oiled and coiled and it refused to stay still. Ultra Magnus<br />
groped his way down the lift shaft, his one good headlamp giving out damaged light. He imagined the<br />
pressure forcing cold wet snakes into his wounds, looking for the crack in the CPU, the exposed killswitch,<br />
the rattling morphcore.<br />
Being a hero and all, he had stayed behind. He had stayed behind to wait until the Sharkticons had<br />
poked their lime scale fingers through the barricade. Everyone else had slipped through the hatch as if<br />
bailing out of an aircraft, but no, he wanted to be sure. A few gunshots and a fresh barricade had given his<br />
men a head start, but where did that leave him Skimming down the ribs of a vacuum lift, that was where;<br />
running for the Ark while ten cybersharks chased his bubbled spume.<br />
He felt something stroke his waist and punched water ’til his headlamp found its target. Water surged<br />
against his vocal aperture as he screamed.<br />
Wideload’s ravaged upper body was wedged into the wall. His stomach ended in teeth marks, and<br />
loose metal tendons shimmied around his spinal strut like seaweed. Magnus moved on, feeling sick (emo-<br />
CT#0291 - easy, thought his facial features, and warped his expression accordingly; the whole<br />
disgust/repulsion thing was a piece of cake – just as Eskimos have hundreds of words for snow, Flamebirth<br />
scientists program their creations with hundreds of ways of expressing repulsion: par for the course in a<br />
post-Decepticon world).<br />
The lift shaft opened onto the Ark’s launch pad. The golden spaceship stood on its end, pinned<br />
against scaffold. Spotlights danced across its hull and the water shimmered with gloss<br />
and glitter.<br />
Ultra Magnus swam for the airlock, oblivious to the Sharkticons pouring from the shaft.<br />
As the Ark was standing upright the bridge had swivelled ninety degrees to accommodate the angle of<br />
take-off. It was full of bodies, dead and alive, slumped in corners, laid across consoles, stacked like unwanted<br />
gifts. Ratchet was moving from body to body, wrists covered in medical accoutrements.<br />
Hubcap, Outback and a barely functioning Cliffjumper were slouched over the navigation consoles.<br />
Silverbolt sat in the pilot seat wrapped in a set of guidance machinery so rigorously sculpted that it was<br />
virtually a second set of body armour.<br />
Slouched in the co-pilot’s seat and practically black with damage, Mirage leaned towards him and<br />
hissed, ‘Where the hell is Magnus’<br />
‘Give him time,’ said the Aerialbot. ‘The quad-thrusters haven’t powered up yet. We should be able<br />
to take off in fifty.’<br />
Death’s Head stood up in the background. ‘“Should” What do you mean, “should”’<br />
‘Firstly, the Ark isn’t equipped for underwater take-off. Secondly, you saw the debris that’s piled up<br />
around the City. Thirdly—’<br />
‘There’s a thirdly’<br />
‘Thirdly, awakening Metroplex warped the City’s infrastructure. The Ark may not even be able to<br />
break through the surface.’<br />
Mirage slapped his palm against his forehead. ‘Couldn’t you have mentioned this to Magnus before we<br />
swam down here’<br />
‘Slaughtered by Quintessons or dying in an exploding spacecraft – you end up with the same result.’<br />
‘Good attitude,’ said Death’s Head.<br />
‘Oh grow up, bounty hunter.’ Mirage swivelled in his chair. ‘Hubcap! What’s the situation topside’<br />
‘Funny you should ask, actually. The Sharkticons seem to be abandoning the City…’<br />
‘They’re running You mean that’s it We’ve won’<br />
Death’s Head fastened his seat belt. ‘Can anyone say, “evacuate” Where exactly is the Quintesson<br />
mothership, Autobot’<br />
‘Give me a few seconds…’<br />
The last engines came on-line. Ratchet watched the light die in Powerglide’s eyes and laid him gently<br />
between Jazz and Springer, who was foaming at the mouth. There was a clank of metal on metal as<br />
Cliffjumper collapsed over his console; his arm dangled towards the floor. People stopped talking and<br />
started listening to the noises outside.