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Galvatron fumbled with the Trident’s control web and – much to the surprise of his fellow passengers<br />
– managed to find the right combination of touch-keys and hand-pads. The ship choked on its light-drive<br />
and lurched back into reg-space, materialising just outside Aquarian orbit. Up ahead was the third and final<br />
Quintesson mothership, Thermopylae.<br />
‘It’s heading straight towards us!’ said Siren.<br />
‘Correction,’ said Death’s Head. ‘We are heading towards it.’<br />
‘Will you two shut up in the back seat!’ snapped Galvatron. He threw the Trident into a violent<br />
evasive manoeuvre, dipped between two towers, hugged a stretch of engine tubing and nearly clipped a<br />
radar cluster as he cleared the far side.<br />
Ultra Magnus pulled his hands from the trenches he had made on the arms of his seat. ‘Nice. Very<br />
nice. So much for slipping by undetected.’ He peered through the viewscreen. ‘I take it that’s Aquaria<br />
down there, Death’s Head It looks like it’s going to explode.’<br />
‘Perhaps we should turn back.’<br />
‘No way, Siren. The Matrix is down there.’<br />
‘Xenon’s down there,’ said Galvatron.<br />
Ten billion shanix is down there, thought Death’s Head, but decided to keep quiet.<br />
The Trident pierced the atmosphere and dived into the maelstrom. Venomous clouds heaped<br />
themselves high, acid rain hit hard and the ocean foamed itself into a frenzy. Galvatron flung the Trident<br />
into a nosedive and cracked the raging sea-green surface with suicidal force.<br />
‘An Autobot shuttle would have been crushed in seconds,’ said Ultra Magnus gravely, feeling the<br />
need to make conversation as the Trident dived deeper. An entire world of pressure was bearing down on<br />
him; it reminded him of being dragged underneath churning lava back in 1987, his senses stripped to touch<br />
and taste alone.<br />
With Death’s Head consulting his tracking database, the Trident soon found the abyss. It had become<br />
wider in his absence, and probably deeper too, but it was definitely the right one.<br />
The searchlights began to flicker and fade.<br />
Optimus Prime stood behind Bluestreak, the Ark’s new pilot, and stared through the spacecraft’s<br />
viewscreen. Dense protective forcefields were wrapped the ship like clingfilm; they gave the outside world a<br />
turquoise tint. Although the Quintesson Fortress did not yet register on the horizon, he saw that the first<br />
Tridents had already taken to the air.<br />
He’d led larger armies into battle (hell, Strikeforce Beta alone had been made up of three thousand<br />
Autobots), but this one was different. He’d never seen the current breed in battle, but the thought stirred<br />
feelings of awe and disgust in shifting measures. The majority of Transformers clogging the deck had honed<br />
their dark art. In the early days – and he cursed himself for referring to them as such – even the Decepticons<br />
were inexperienced when it came to fighting; by 2012 everyone regarded it as second nature. No, it was<br />
their nature: the fighting had become con<strong>text</strong>ual, and life and death found expression purely through the<br />
act of war.<br />
He closed his eyes and raised the communicator to his mouth. ‘The Quintessons have rallied their<br />
troops,’ he said, wearily, ‘and the Tridents are heading this way.’ The message was broadcast to every<br />
member of the aerial strike force, who, having detected the counter-attack the moment it materialised, was<br />
holding back until the lead order. ‘Autobots, Decepticons: take them down.’<br />
A thousand metres above the long-deserted border settlement of Lerrius, above a knot of expressways<br />
and coolant towers, Quintesson and Cybertronian forces overlapped, and night became day.<br />
Autobots and Decepticons fired high-wire clusterbombs into the onslaught of Tridents and banked<br />
hard to avoid the rush of surface flame. Debris flew like popcorn. By the time the first explosion had<br />
peaked, the division between Trident and Cyberjet was non-existent: the two sides had become one. The<br />
battle raced high and wide with the force and spread of a blister-bomb. Soon, Polyhexian aerospace was<br />
scabbed with a crust of flared air and afterglow as one scribbled burnout trail bled into the next.<br />
Sevax, Ryknia and Jolup split up the moment they left the Fortress. Their Decepticon bodies felt like<br />
second nature now, and they fought with a rage and tenacity beyond the grasp of most Quintesson pilots.<br />
These ingrained skills, plus superior speed, firepower and endurance, made them a dangerous enough<br />
enemy, but their biggest advantage was their outward appearance. The Cybertronians saw them as allies,