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sky while a white-hot blanket of sniper-fire and shrapnel pinned Squad 117 to the ground. Sharkticons<br />
springing from the terra firma wielding blasters and bayonets. The plasma mines, the scramblers, the<br />
neutron bombs…<br />
The hail of gunfire had decimated his entire squad, spinning them into fine mist of metal and flame.<br />
Ferocet, a young Decepticon trooper, had found him cowering, half-blind, at the bottom of a crater, buried<br />
under their remains. He’d been there for minutes/hour/days – he couldn’t say for sure – wondering<br />
whether to initiate self-destruct or surrender. When Ferocet told him that the invasion was over, that<br />
Magnus and his Autobots had driven the invaders away, he knew something inside him, something<br />
important, had changed.<br />
Medics found Ferocet’s remains among Tracenet, Piledriver and the rest of Squad 117.<br />
Sixshot’s reputation was intact.<br />
The squad was no more, but their screams were always there, switching pitch at the back of his mind,<br />
jumping hoops in his audionet, needling an infinite runoff groove. He was thousands of miles away from<br />
the Badlands - he was sealed underneath titanium shielding, for God’s sake - but now they were louder<br />
than ever.<br />
The Quintessons had killed Squad 117. And there was no way that he was ever going to leave this<br />
place.<br />
‘Ground forces have been reassembled, Commander Quantax. Survival estimates were pessimistic: we<br />
have sustained only minimal losses. Skeleton teams have been dispatched to patrol the tertiary borderlines.<br />
The mobile squads await your orders.’<br />
‘Tell them to continue spreading across the Northern Territories. They can expect a few localised<br />
pockets of resistance - some stragglers may have crossed the border. Then there’s the retrograde scum that<br />
pass as this planet’s civilian population. Bag ‘em or slag ‘em, as Ghyrik used to say… I want every functional<br />
Trident re-armed and refuelled. Program all pilots with the co-ordinates of the Helio Generator Complex.’<br />
Q-81 held up his hand. ‘Commander, the sweeps operation is now complete. Three Tenderisers<br />
overheated, but that’s only to be expected when you consider the cleanse radius.’<br />
‘What about leftovers’<br />
‘We’ve bagged about one thousand Decepticons. The Containment Cells are full to capacity.’<br />
‘Rally the troops the moment the last Death Squad has been steam-cleaned. I want the location of the<br />
Autobots’ HQ burned into every navinet. We leave for Iacon in one breem!’<br />
Prowl moved quickly through Autobase, through its tapeworm corridors and arterial light. He heard<br />
the hum of distant machinery as Autobots continued to fortify an Archives Centre that had already been<br />
glued and glazed. Passageways had been stuffed with quickset and boarded up, sealant piped around portals,<br />
vacuum lifts depressurised and filled with grit. Chromedome had redirected the last of the energon reserves<br />
into an over-ground force field, a translucent dome the colour of peach-skin, and sub-level one, directly<br />
below ground zero, had been kitted out with glistening blocks of anti-aircraft weaponry.<br />
So why didn’t he feel safe If anything, the fortifications made him feel uneasy. It was like hammering<br />
wood over windowpanes to block out the sun: however many planks were applied, one dust-brushed ray<br />
would always find its way in. And one ray would destroy everything.<br />
In a way, he wished the Quintessons would attack now. At least the waiting would be over. He was<br />
tired of being on display, tired of having his every decision analysed and criticised. Guarded, they called<br />
him. Cautious. Tentative. Ten days ago he’d have taken these words as a compliment. Now they implied<br />
failure.<br />
‘Um, commander Prowl’<br />
Quark jogged towards him, ducking to avoid the new passage supports. ‘I was just on my way to the<br />
munitions room to collect some warp gate generators. Do you mind if we walk together’<br />
‘Of course not – except I’m already where I want to be.’ Prowl nodded at the door to Rodimus<br />
Prime’s office. ‘One of the perks of leadership, you see – I get an office on ground level… That was a joke,<br />
Quark.’