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Soundwave pulled Sixshot to his feet and addressed the crowd. ‘Your commander lied to you all. The<br />
Quintessons have taken over Cybertron and your comrades are dead because you did not go to their aid.<br />
And why did you not go Because of Sixshot. I ask for your verdict - anyone that wants to see him spared,<br />
speak now. Anyone Anyone care to save this robot’s life<br />
‘Thought not.’<br />
Soundwave plunged his fingers into Sixshot’s forehead, squeezed the brain module to a wafer and<br />
turned to his army.<br />
‘Tool up. We’re leaving.’<br />
‘They’ve probably been given their own lab complex now,’ Pincher mumbled.<br />
‘You’re not still harping on about Wheeljack and Sygnet, are you’ said Swerve, racking up test tubes.<br />
‘It’s the cheek of it all. Wheeljack swans in, commandeers this lab and brings a Decepticon into our<br />
midst. We’re relegated to background detail while they grab all the glory.’<br />
‘I sense envy in your voice. Where’s your scientific detachment’<br />
‘I detached it. They’ve forgotten about us, Pincher.’<br />
‘Nonsense. It’s called being left alone to get on with our work. Wheeljack has the Inhibitor Chip, we<br />
have—’<br />
‘Glasses of water. Come on, Swerve, look at this sample! It’s tap water, isn’t it They’ve given us a<br />
bottle-opening exercise.’<br />
Fastlane walked in. ‘Well, that was quite a presentation. Four hours. Now I know why Prime’s<br />
speeches are so… infamous. I think that Terran robot, Centurion, slipped off-line with boredom. Shame<br />
you two couldn’t make it.’<br />
‘We were busy,’ muttered Pincher, ‘…with pointless tasks.’<br />
‘There’s no-one better suited,’ said Fastlane, looking up from the data-board he was scanning. ‘Siren’s<br />
handed command to Optimus Prime, by the way. A temporary arrangement, of course.’<br />
Pincher crouched behind a tripod-mounted laser pistol and fired at the bracelet lock sealing an aqua<br />
fortis sample.<br />
‘Good shot,’ said Swerve, holding up the uncapped vial as if proposing a toast. ‘We’ll run the<br />
necessary tests, Fastlane, but I think Pincher’s right – it’s water.’ He poured a droplet onto his hand. The<br />
liquid burrowed through his palm and twisted smoke into the air. He screamed, dropped the test tube, and<br />
stared at his hole-punched hand.<br />
‘Patch him up,’ snapped Fastlane, ‘and get me a toxicological – quick.’<br />
The quarantine pod was locked away in a disused room, where it simmered under ultraviolet light.<br />
This was out-of-bounds, this was no-go – this was where the dying came to die.<br />
Prowl had been left to soak in a cocktail of antiviral nutrients. Corrodia Gravis had not been kind;<br />
Corrodia Gravis had not been pretty; Corrodia Gravis had devoured him with a ravenous hunger, with a<br />
boundless lust for techno-flesh that only anti-metallic bacteria could harbour. His arms shielded his torso<br />
parenthetically, cradling the damage within. His face was red with rust-sores and bacterial slump, as if he<br />
was embarrassed of his condition.<br />
‘He looks so peaceful,’ said Chromedome. ‘As if he’s asleep.’<br />
‘There’s far more peace in death than life.’<br />
‘Don’t say that, Red Alert. He’s not dead.’<br />
‘No, not yet. But soon. If Perceptor hadn’t found him when he did…’<br />
‘He was face-down in a basement chamber,’ said Perceptor. ‘He’d broken into a specimen tube<br />
containing a CG victim.’<br />
Chromedome rolled the words over his head as if he’d misheard. ‘Prowl exposed himself to this<br />
disease This was a suicide attempt’<br />
‘I didn’t say that,’ Perceptor snapped. ‘There must be a more plausible explanation.’<br />
‘We have to keep this secret,’ said Red Alert gravely. ‘The others are preoccupied with Kup.’<br />
‘I’m not surprised. He’s acting very strangely. Have you seen him, shacked up in his quarters with<br />
Hot Rod’s body People say he talks to it.’