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you’ll burn in the pit for such brazen sacrilege /// it purred, and fired a single shot which drilled the<br />
Autobot into a wall.<br />
Nightbeat vaulted over upturned pews and landed near the droid’s feet. A three-fingered hand<br />
grabbed his throat and lifted him off the floor.<br />
/// repent /// prima chapter two, verse nine: whosoever desecrates the sacred shall ///<br />
Its quotation was cut short as Sunstreaker’s laser-guided missile exploded against its rib. The impact<br />
did not move it, but the pain prompted a reaction: Nightbeat was sent crashing through the pews.<br />
‘Why did Wheeljack have to make ’em so tough’ asked Grapple, pulling his team leader from the<br />
crumpled metal.<br />
‘Back of the neck, guys!’ called Hoist, tapping his own. ‘A concentrated blast will shut down its<br />
CPU!’<br />
‘Okay,’ said Nightbeat, ‘I’ll distract it while you get as close to the wormhole as you can. We’ll take it<br />
from there.’<br />
‘But what do I do when—’<br />
Sunstreaker cut himself short as Nightbeat casually stepped out into the open, put his hands above his<br />
head, and walked towards Guardian.<br />
‘He’s lost it,’ hissed Grapple.<br />
‘I need to ask you something,’ said Nightbeat, making eye contact. The Class 3 trained its wrist-lasers<br />
on the Autobot’s head but held its fire.<br />
/// you dare question me ///<br />
‘I want to know why you killed the worshippers. They were following the way of Primus and living<br />
their lives in accordance with the <strong>text</strong>ural codes. Why did they deserve to die’<br />
/// their faith was weak /// their spirit was lacking /// he wanted them dead ///<br />
‘Right. So if God is so benign, why did He seal you underground for so long’<br />
Guardian cocked his head; engines whirred, pistons pumped.<br />
/// if I had not been punished i would never have discovered the way /// better to be trapped physically than<br />
mentally ///<br />
Nightbeat saw Sunstreaker slipping through the shadows and slowly lowered his arms. ‘You’re<br />
unstable, Guardian. You’ve sat in a hole and let the dogma seep like mech-waste into your bargain-bin<br />
brain module.’<br />
/// i forgive you ///<br />
‘That’s your response You forgive me Forgive me for what, telling you you’re wrong Rejecting<br />
Primus on the grounds that he doesn’t exist Denouncing your entire religion as retrograde folklore that<br />
would sound naïve coming from the mouth of a still-wet proto-form’<br />
Nightbeat stopped talking as Guardian’s targeting laser settled on his brow.<br />
/// you know not what you say ///<br />
Sunstreaker fired, and Guardian’s back burst into flame. The droid arched its spine and saw its attacker<br />
on the threshold of the portal. Nightbeat leapt onto the Class 3’s shoulders and unclipped his pistol.<br />
/// get back /// get back /// get back /// g /// g /// g /// g ///<br />
The droid’s head slumped to one side as a thread of smoke escaped a fresh entry wound in its neck.<br />
‘I don’t know if I shot it in the right place,’ said Nightbeat, sliding to the floor and thumbing back<br />
the droid’s optic covers. ‘But it seems out for the count. Let’s put it back in its box.’<br />
They dumped the body in the hole and kicked loose debris to fill the gaps. Out of sight, out of mind.<br />
‘And after that brief interlude,’ said Nightbeat, ‘we return to the task at hand.’<br />
The wormhole was waiting. Even up close it retained its mystery. One moment it seemed<br />
tantalisingly transparent, the next it was as impenetrable as concrete. Right now, as the Autobots stood in<br />
line, their paintwork bleached by the glow, it looked like balled lightning.<br />
Nightbeat felt ill. This was it, then. The Moment. The Rubicon. He was about to travel through<br />
time and pollute the temporal stream. He was scared; scared of altering the past, scared of dying, scared of<br />
not coming back, scared of failing.<br />
‘Okay everyone,’ he said. ‘I want you to think of the Ark, the central control room, Earth date 1984.<br />
The wormhole will do the rest.’