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‘Forget it! We’ve just detected a fleet of ships over Lonium, and they don’t conform to any Decepticon designs. I<br />
think the Quintessons are about to make a house call.’<br />
Prowl’s body felt heavy, impacted like a dead star, and the floor flexed to support his crushing weight.<br />
Focus. Focus!<br />
‘How many ships’<br />
‘Two thousand, Prowl! Two thousand!’<br />
Nightbeat broke the warm membrane separating Past and Present and imagined the fabric of<br />
space/time being worn that little bit thinner. He felt 2012 ripple and roll, accepting his intrusion.<br />
Nothing much had changed, thank god… There were the upturned pews, the excavated floor, the<br />
crack across a windowpane. This was ‘his’ 2012, superficially at least. But perhaps… perhaps the mist was a<br />
darker shade of umber, perhaps the columns were a tad thinner than before – perhaps he would step outside<br />
and see hundreds of miniature cyberworlds filling out the sky, as if Cybertron’s orbit was covered in<br />
bubble-wrap.<br />
This was stupid. He had to relax. He felt tired – a clammy lethargy he couldn’t explain. Optimus<br />
Prime’s weight, perhaps Bog-standard mental exhaustion Or some as-yet unnamed side effect of holistic<br />
time travel<br />
‘Get a move on!’ called Sunstreaker from the other side of the wormhole. ‘Prime’s leg is denting my<br />
shoulder plate!’<br />
The four Autobots placed Optimus on the altar and arranged his limbs like tableware.<br />
‘You really think we can revive him, Hoist’ asked Grapple.<br />
‘Hey, if the Ark can do it, so can I. Besides, he had a thorough maintenance check before Arklaunch.’<br />
Hoist squeezed his fingers through an opening in Prime’s rib, flipped the chest plate and assessed the<br />
damage. He touched the Matrix shield; it was red-hot. ‘This shouldn’t take too long.’<br />
Grapple looked up sharply. ‘Can you hear that’<br />
Nightbeat pressed a finger against his lips. ‘What’<br />
‘A humming – and it’s getting louder.’ The architect walked to the nearest window.<br />
‘I hear it now,’ said Nightbeat, crouching to watch Hoist at work. ‘An engine’<br />
‘Maybe.’ Grapple wiped the plexiglass and saw thousands of Trident Attack Craft flying in tight<br />
formation.<br />
‘See anything’ called Nightbeat.<br />
‘He just wanted an excuse to study the temple,’ said Sunstreaker, inspecting his fingertips for dirt. ‘Eh,<br />
Grapple’<br />
Nightbeat turned around. ‘Grapple’ The architect’s body fell from the ceiling and snapped in two as<br />
it hit the floor.<br />
‘No one move,’ said Nightbeat, reaching for his weapon.<br />
Guardian dropped to the floor, dispersing mist. His head sloped to one side, stray support struts<br />
poking through an entry wound, and Nightbeat saw that half his scalp was missing, clawed away by a<br />
mechanoid trying to stop the pain in his brain.<br />
/// i am the way ///<br />
‘Now Guardian, I thought—’<br />
/// the truth ///<br />
‘—we had an understanding. This isn’t going to solve—’<br />
/// and the light ///<br />
Guardian raised his hands and fired the blasters in his palms. The Autobots were lifted off their feet as<br />
the shots raked the floor. Nightbeat’s finger jammed on the trigger and he sprayed laser through a plexiglass<br />
window. He landed hard and heard his ambulatory joints slip out of alignment. He was paralysed.<br />
Hoist’s body skidded across the floor like a broken toy. More gunfire, and Sunstreaker joined him.<br />
Nightbeat flopped onto his belly and started crawling for the door. He could feel the wormhole breathing<br />
down his neck.<br />
/// your disciples are dead /// i see you child /// i see you ///<br />
Ignore. Crawl. Hand over hand over hand over hand.<br />
/// i will cast out your demons ///