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‘Well he wasn’t taken, was he – no one could fit inside that duct!’<br />
‘You’re wrong, Jolup. I’ve seen some mini-Cybertronians on D-wing. Perhaps there are more of<br />
them out there.’<br />
‘They might still be in the shafts!’<br />
Sevax barked into his wrist communicator: ‘I want all perimeter squads to purge the network of<br />
maintenance ducts and—’<br />
‘Full-flame cleansing!’ shouted Ryknia. ‘Nothing escapes!’ He knelt beside the open duct and peered<br />
inside. ‘We’ll roast them…’<br />
Chromedome and Perceptor strolled down the Institute’s outer corridor, deep in conversation. To<br />
their right were rows of padlocked doors, each blocking a long-abandoned tech-lab or workshop. To their<br />
left were sloped panes of glass, cracked by ceaseless blister-winds. As they walked towards the science block,<br />
they crushed already broken glass underfoot.<br />
‘Why the B/332’ asked Perceptor. ‘Surely there are more efficient frequency calibrators’<br />
‘I dare say there are – on Hydrus 4. The only way I’m going to get our transmitter working is with a<br />
332. This place hasn’t been lived in for millennia. I’m working with museum pieces. The com-banks<br />
downstairs are fine for mid-range transmissions but they need to be upgraded if we’re to go global. Besides,<br />
we’re not just sending a distress signal to all and sundry. We’re being selective.’<br />
Chromedome stretched his servos. It was peaceful out here, away from the Quintessons, away from<br />
the other Autobots. A slight corruption of the ocular filters was all it took to smudge the bullet holes,<br />
smooth the walls and restore the Institute to its former glory. He remembered heading towards lectures<br />
while chattering scholars slipped in and out of sunlight, in and out of rooms. He’d been happy here.<br />
‘How’s Prowl doing’ he asked at length, having been alone with his memories for too long.<br />
‘I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since… you know.’<br />
‘You think he’s upset about the leadership thing’<br />
‘It would certainly seem so. To suffer the Crisis Act… Even Grimlock escaped that.’<br />
‘So why did you vote against him<br />
Perceptor chose his words even more carefully than normal. ‘Prowl… is a good lieutenant. In fact I<br />
would venture that in that capacity he is the most efficient and level-headed Autobot I have ever worked<br />
with.’<br />
‘But he’s no leader, right’<br />
‘He is being rash, and not thinking clearly… I was hoping for a change in command.’<br />
‘And who do you think should lead’<br />
Perceptor pointed to a stairway. ‘Where does this go’<br />
‘To a downloading theatre. I used to come here for lessons on forced probability. Come on.’<br />
A flight of stairs led from the entrance door to the floor, dissecting rows of seats and worktops. On<br />
floor level was an upturned chair, folded projection units and a lustreless monitor screen. Hollowed<br />
computers were stacked against the screen in what looked like a half-hearted attempt to conceal the gaping<br />
hole in one corner.<br />
Perceptor descended the stairs while Chromedome took a seat and tapped a dead keyboard. ‘This was<br />
my place,’ he said, scanning the room from an old perspective. ‘Brainstorm and Highbrow sat over there.’<br />
Perceptor just nodded, preoccupied by the junk at the bottom of the stairs.<br />
‘Optimus Prime lectured here once, Perceptor. Well, it was more of a recruitment drive than a<br />
lecture. He stood where you are now and explained that the civil war was about to explode and that every<br />
Autobot was needed for the cause. Hey, what did you just put down’<br />
‘It’s a Series 2 BW modifier. Not what you’re looking for.’<br />
‘Give it here,’ said Chromedome, meeting Perceptor mid-way on the stairs.<br />
‘You said you wanted a B/332.’<br />
‘I did, I did, but this might do the trick… Look, it has v-wave sockets and bi-locational node<br />
capacity.’<br />
‘Hmm, most irregular. Do you recall using teleportation equipment here'<br />
‘In the Institute No.’ Chromedome looked himself over in the broken monitor screen. ‘Did you<br />
ever lecture here, Perceptor’