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‘Which one This place is coming apart at the seams.’<br />
‘I think Siren and Death’s Head are dead.’<br />
He cocked his head thoughtfully. ‘Nope. Still not caring.’<br />
‘Do you think they found the Matrix’<br />
‘I’m not crouching here for my health, Magnus. The five-headed freak hiding around the corner is<br />
Xenon, the Quintesson overlord. If anyone has your precious bauble, it’s him.’ Galvatron leapt to his feet<br />
and ran.<br />
‘What are you doing!’<br />
‘He’s gone inside the vault!’<br />
They found Xenon standing at the end of the walkway. The vault was filled with thousands upon<br />
thousands of bodies, laid out in open pods, glimmering and fully formed, free from biowires and energon<br />
feeds. Xenon, the oldest surviving Progenitor, was smiling, each of his five faces was smiling, and Magnus<br />
was certain that every robot in every pod was smiling too.<br />
Galvatron ran to the edge of the walkway and stared at the bodies.<br />
He recognised them.<br />
Pladen, Tomaandi, Primon, Sentinel, Cariot, Fastphase, Casaari, Lynchpin, Tempest, Caesura,<br />
Miniad, and thousands more.<br />
He recognised them all.<br />
‘In some ways I’m disappointed that you’re here to witness this,’ said Xenon, his tentacles moving as<br />
fast as to pallor the air itself. ‘Like the moment of death, the moment of birth should be a private occasion.’<br />
‘You built all these robots,’ said Ultra Magnus, impressed and appalled. ‘Why’<br />
‘Because we are a finite race with a built-in expiry date – circuitburn – and no means of procreation.<br />
We are the exception to the universal rule that says Life Begets Life.’<br />
‘What do you expect from Unicron’s offspring You were never meant to get this far: you should’ve<br />
done the universe a favour and keeled over five years ago, when Rodimus used Primus to trap Unicron<br />
inside the Matrix.’<br />
‘How much do you know about us, Autobot How much do you know about yourselves I ask<br />
because you seem to think we’re younger than you are. And because you seem to regard “Primus” and<br />
“Unicron” as different things.’<br />
Until now, General Quantax had been certain of one thing: victory in the skies. He’d remained on<br />
the outskirts of the Sonic Canyons, safe in his landcruiser, confident that sheer weight of numbers would<br />
see the aerial Transformers defeated. He wasn’t prepared for the surge of Cybertronian reinforcements. As<br />
always, he saw them first on his radar screen – a rash of pixels that slid across the positioning lines. He<br />
switched to the viewscreen, where they registered as a plague of red locusts. Fresh from Kledji to balance<br />
the stacked odds, they compensated for their lack of weaponry by drawing fire and clipping wings.<br />
As above, so it was below: the escapees had spread across the battlefield with the speed and stealth of<br />
Corrodia Gravis, using their feet and their fists to tenderise the enemy. They pulled weapons from dead<br />
hands, tore tails off Sharkticons and blurred into alternate modes.<br />
It wasn’t just their colour that separated them from everyone else, nor was it the branding marks on<br />
their foreheads: it was the way they moved and fought and used their hands. So swift, so silent, wearing<br />
torture scars and cell shadows. They delivered each killing stroke with a sombre melancholy, as if they were<br />
somehow fulfilling a moral obligation.<br />
Galvatron stared at the thousands of perfect bodyshells below. ‘You’re pathetic, Xenon,’ he said<br />
quietly. ‘You pontificate about a brave new race, about a new breed of Quintesson, but all I see are old<br />
robots, millions of years out of date. Is that why you invaded Cybertron To steal the designs of dead<br />
Autobots’<br />
‘Stealing’ Xenon looked puzzled for the first time. ‘Do you really not know Do you really not<br />
know what you are What we are’<br />
‘What have you done with the Matrix’ asked Ultra Magnus.