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Quintesson, stocked with a thousand Sharkticons. We’ll spread across the globe and establish our own citystates.<br />
How does that strike you, Ryknia Your own city! This must be what the Harvest was like!’<br />
‘You’re really taken in by the Grand Scheme, aren’t you And there was me thinking that we were<br />
the sane ones. It all sounds very plausible inside a meeting chamber, Sevax, especially when you’re gawping<br />
at the sound and light show: holo-prints, liquid grid-maps, speed-line projections, full-flow topography.<br />
Quantax had the equipment, a captive audience and a speech he prepared earlier. And you bought the<br />
whole thing.’<br />
‘Ah, but he’s already found a location for the recycling plant, and the central spaceport is already<br />
designed. Any day now Xenon will arrive with the Cargo, and we can begin moving into the new cities.’<br />
‘Look below you, Sevax.’<br />
The Polyhexian landscape was little more than a flaking corkboard, stubbled with millions of<br />
thumbtack holes. Continental slump was pulling the city-state apart at the seams.<br />
‘You expect us to rebuild a world like this overnight’<br />
‘One minute to voluntary systems shutdown,’ called Ultra Magnus, wandering through the upper<br />
decks like a Town Crier. Ratchet was leaning over Arcee at the end of the corridor, digging his hands into<br />
her stomach.<br />
‘Ratchet, I think—’<br />
‘Primus!’ He fumbled the laser scalpel and a surge of sparks climbed the wall. ‘What are you doing,<br />
trying to give me a fuel-pump malfunction!’<br />
‘I called you – I’m sorry. I thought you heard me.’<br />
‘No. I’m very busy.’<br />
‘I know. That’s why I want you to shut yourself down like everyone else. You need to conserve your<br />
run-time.’<br />
Ratchet was already shaking his head. ‘I’ve got seven more Autobots to tend to. I’m not resting ’til<br />
they’re stable.’<br />
‘I know for a fact that you’ve stabilised every injured soldier on board – you’d practically reset their<br />
CPUs before we entered hyperspace.’ They both looked at Arcee. ‘You’re performing secondary ops now,<br />
and they can wait.’<br />
‘But the more I repair, the more—’<br />
‘Look at you, doctor – you can barely stand! I realise how much you want to get the others up and<br />
running, but you’re killing yourself. I’m ordering you to rest.’<br />
Ratchet laid his scalpel aside. ‘Okay. Okay.’<br />
Magnus walked away and turned when he realised that Ratchet was not following. The medic was<br />
propped up against the wall, as if bolted to the spot. Ratchet met his gaze with wide, guilty eyes and quietly<br />
slumped onto the floor.<br />
The steel chairs were arranged in a rigid block: four deep, seven wide. Up front, Silverbolt activated<br />
autopilot, grabbed a seat and looked about hopefully for a companion. Autobots arrived in twos and threes,<br />
filling the back rows first. Trailbreaker, Mirage, Bluestreak and Hound found four empty places in a row.<br />
Death’s Head stood alone in an alcove, pretending to be interested in his fingernails.<br />
Ultra Magnus burst in with Ratchet slumped over his shoulder and arranged him on the nearest chair.<br />
‘He burnt himself out,’ he explained.<br />
Mirage carried out a cursory examination: back of the neck, optics, mouth, chest plate. ‘He’ll recover.<br />
Just give his internal repairs system a few minutes to reboot his CPU.’<br />
That was good enough for Ultra Magnus. ‘Everyone to your places,’ he said. ‘Ratchet’s condition<br />
underlines the importance of conscientious energon rationing.’ He ran an invisible finger over 21 seated<br />
figures and frowned: he was one short. Smokescreen was leaning against the doorframe, staring at his feet.<br />
‘What’s the matter You’ve activated voluntary systems shutdown before, surely’<br />
‘Of course I have,’ said Smokescreen, drawing Magnus into the corridor. ‘It’s the bounty hunter I’m<br />
worried about. We’re shutting ourselves down and expecting him to do likewise What, out of courtesy