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Magnus found Galvatron near a rundown fuel depot on the fringe of the Proton Crater, a<br />
thermonuclear bite mark so big it deserved to be a proper noun. Barely twelve years old, it was visible from<br />
space; in fact, it was practically visible from the other side of the planet.<br />
‘Get out of here, Magnus,’ said Galvatron without looking around. ‘I don’t need a chaperone.’<br />
‘I’ve learnt never to let you out of my sight if I can help it. What are you up to’<br />
The Decepticon fumbled among the rubble and pulled open a hatchway. ‘I’ve no intention of bailing<br />
out, if that’s what you’re worried about. I remembered a little something I’d kept aside for a special<br />
occasion.’ He dropped below ground and Magnus followed.<br />
The subterranean membrane was glass-plated, the panels buffed to a giddy gleam. Galvatron kept a<br />
few steps ahead and deactivated hidden defences one by one.<br />
Ultra Magnus accessed the historical files that he’d downloaded after his Flamebirth in 1986. The<br />
original proton bomb, the one that had sparked the Great War, had flattened the underground utility ducts<br />
in the area, and the ‘stabilising’ bomb that Megatron had used to return Cybertron to its original orbit in<br />
2000 had worsened the damage. The Decepticons had obviously rebuilt this area, but for what purpose<br />
There were no rooms, no connecting corridors, just a passageway with glitter ball walls.<br />
‘How long is this going to take, Galvatron We should have broken orbit by now. Optimus Prime<br />
may have already launched his attack, and he’s relying on us to stem the flow of reinforcements.’<br />
‘If it really is Prime, he won’t be relying on anyone but himself. Anyway, we’re here.’ Galvatron<br />
opened a trapdoor on the floor, found a keypad and punched in a 600-digit code. Hundreds of layers pulled<br />
back until a pinprick of light signalled the end of the tunnel. Galvatron jumped in and Ultra Magnus once<br />
more found himself playing catch-up.<br />
At the end of the shaft was a room made entirely of glass: ancient plexi so dense and multi-layered<br />
that the walls seemed to flinch and tremble. At the centre of the room was an orb seemingly held in place<br />
by a shaft of light.<br />
‘Relax,’ said Galvatron. ‘It’s not what you think. If I had a Decepticon Matrix, do you really think I’d<br />
seal it underground’ He turned away and said to himself, ‘No, I’d use it to kill every last one of you<br />
Autobots.’<br />
‘We didn’t come all this way for you to stare at a museum piece. Take what you came for and let’s<br />
go.’<br />
Galvatron grabbed the orb and thrust it close to Magnus’ face. There was something inside: a small<br />
creature trapped inside a stasis field. ‘You may not have seen one of these before,’ said Galvatron, realising<br />
why his companion had not recoiled. ‘It’s a Scraplet: a global cyanide pill that I hoped I would never have<br />
to use.’<br />
Ultra Magnus calmly accessed the relevant data-file and tilted his head to get a better look at the tiny<br />
red creature. Coiled at an embryonic tilt, it looked feeble and innocuous, when in actual fact it was a selfreplicating<br />
robo-carnivore responsible for the collapse of entire cybersystems. ‘Where did you get it’ he<br />
said, aghast.<br />
‘After the Great Plague Trannis arranged for a single Scraplet to be frozen in stasis for research<br />
purposes. He wanted to know how they reproduced instantaneously. All but one of our scientists refused to<br />
take part in the experiments, arguing that the material was too hazardous. It seemed that they’d rather be<br />
killed by Trannis than suffer death-by-digestion. The Scraplet was eventually sealed down here.’ He strung<br />
the gleaming orb around his neck. ‘It doesn’t like glass.’<br />
‘You’re bringing that thing on board!’<br />
‘Would you rather I leave it here, ripe for Quintesson discovery They’re threading their way<br />
through the planet, Magnus, not just across it. Soon, every sub-level and duct network will be cleansed –<br />
from the Primal Chamber to Subterrania. This weapon isn’t falling into their hands. If some Sharkticon<br />
gear-head breaks the seal Cybertron will be dead within weeks.’<br />
‘But that’s what you plan to do, isn’t it Break the seal, I mean.’<br />
‘Oh god yes. But only when the time is right.’<br />
The last gunshot rang hot and hollow on C deck, a feeble coda to the crescendo of violence that had<br />
swept through Kledji. The place smelt different now; the smoky tang of plasma and crisp metal mingled<br />
with the syrupy bite of warm lube-juice, threads of which were all over the walls.