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memmial lids. He was lost in a reverie, a gin-soaked dream of needles and daylight and long-dead Autobot<br />
leaders. Arriving as a Grade A, he had reacted badly to his Inhib Chip and, on re-inspection, been<br />
downgraded to sub-drone class, suitable for ComSim fodder and windowsills.<br />
Slamdance looked through the electro-bars. No guards, no voices. Jolup had grown bored of playing<br />
psychopath and disappeared. About 20 Transformers – Autobot and Decepticon, though mostly the latter –<br />
had been dragged Downstairs, the majority kicking and bleating like lambs. He suspected that the other two<br />
Quintessons, the ones who looked as if they were related to Skywarp and Lancer, were roaming ‘New<br />
Quintyxia’ and gathering new inmates. He leant as close to the bars as his chains would allow and studied<br />
their neon geometry. Too thinly spaced to squeeze through as a duo-form, but as a component robot…<br />
Slamdance was a Duobot. Like the Decepticon Squawkbox, he was the sum total of two robots (in<br />
this case Raindance - cassette/reconnaissance jet - and Grandslam - cassette/all-terrain tank) capable of<br />
physical and mental interconnection.<br />
Despatched to the outskirts of Polyhex by Siren to monitor Decepticon activity, Raindance and<br />
Grandslam had witnessed the Quintessons’ arrival from land and air. They had merged into their bipedal<br />
configuration to escape on foot but been captured on the border. As Slamdance, they had been clawed,<br />
scanned and bundled into a convict pod.<br />
The Inhibitor Chip had attacked Slamdance’s combined CPU - which was essentially Grandslam’s<br />
neuranet with a few Raindance add-ons. Less susceptible to the mechrobe’s influence, Raindance had<br />
already separated his mind from Grandslam’s – not easy when Grandslam, acutely aware of his intentions<br />
and his motivations, was begging him not to go. Such drastic measures had, however, prevented the chip<br />
from infecting them both. Now, having properly recovered from the shock of mental severance, Raindance<br />
wondered what to do next.<br />
Grandslam became the upper torso of the Slamdance module; he, Raindance, became the waist and<br />
legs. The Quintessons, it seemed, knew nothing of bi-combiners - the two bodies were adjoined by<br />
standard limb-lock coupling but not molecularly entwined. He sensed Grandslam’s drowsy, muddled pain<br />
and realised that the Inhib Chip had taken over his partner’s share of their neural cluster completely. He was<br />
the lucky one: he had escaped infection. And if he could shed Grandslam’s mind, what about his body<br />
Thanks to the loud-mouthed guards, he knew that one of the Inhibitor’s prime functions (before identtagging,<br />
tracking and mind-control) was modular paralysis. Theoretically, someone like him could still<br />
transform, but first he had to disconnect himself from Grandslam.<br />
He wondered what would become of his partner. A mechanical chimera with no proper form or<br />
function, he’d probably be fed to the Sharkticons or used to stuff the cracks in draughty cells. He<br />
disengaged with a heavy squelch of popping sockets. He hit the floor hard but the pain felt good: it was<br />
real, it was immediate. He felt his morphcore connect with a network of motors and transformed into a<br />
slim, dark blue jet. His vision returned via cockpit-wired optics.<br />
The electro-bars were not that tightly meshed, but it was still impossible to fly between them. One<br />
option remained, although it was best not to think about it too much or—<br />
‘Where are we’ screamed Hoist, his eyes flicking open. ‘Where is everyone Where’s Optimus<br />
Optimus will save us.’<br />
‘I know,’ said Raindance, activating his fuselage thrusters and balancing on a cushion of antigravity. ‘I<br />
know.’ He lunged for the electrobars, transformed into cassette mode and slipped between them unscathed.<br />
It took him a moment to realise that he was still functioning, but by then he had skidded off the walkway<br />
and gone into freefall. He returned to jet mode and began to climb.<br />
Quintessons appeared on every block and tried to clip his wings. Their laserfire skimmed across his<br />
nose and reacted with the electro-bars opposite, generating bursts of white sparks that covered his escape.<br />
He passed the uppermost cellblock and kept going. In his world of black on black it was near impossible to<br />
plot a course, but up ahead a slab of darkness seemed more intense than the rest. He fired two pencil-thin<br />
heat-seekers (unreachable during the strip-down) and rocketed out of Mt Edeus’ peak.<br />
Inside, 70 levels down, Grandslam’s brain module fizzled out and died.<br />
They used to be called the Terbium Plains – a listless band of tempered osmium prone to weak<br />
tectonic subsidence, high-velocity blister-winds and meagre gravity wells that stretched between four citystates<br />
with equally outdated names. Like the Rust Sea and the Petrohexian Lowlands, like Tene and Stanix