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He had been scanning the skyline for so long now that he nearly missed the new arrival. But when<br />
the UFO swerved to evade a downpour of acid rain, he took notice. He brought his wrist to his mouth,<br />
flicked open a comms pad and stopped. That wasn’t the Autoshuttle. Autoshuttles weren’t green, and they<br />
didn’t open fire on their own side.<br />
General Quantax laughed when he first saw the long-range pictures (‘Four of them Is that the best<br />
they can do’), but his face soon settled. It suddenly occurred to him: what if the wormhole had shut down<br />
What if there were no means of escape He needed a failsafe, a rehearsal. He decided that if the wormhole<br />
worked he would use it to jump backwards in time to the bridge of the landcruiser as it roared towards the<br />
temple. He looked around expectantly, ready for his future self to materialise.<br />
Hmm.<br />
Nothing.<br />
He decided he was destined to come up with a better plan. He hoped it would come to him quickly,<br />
because lasers were already bouncing off his viewscreen.<br />
Centurion would never know that it was his shot, his combination of human squint and timing,<br />
which grounded the enemy. The landcruiser’s fuel tank exploded, sweeping blue flame across the<br />
undercarriage and puncturing more hotspots. The viewscreen tore itself apart, lightning lanced the rear<br />
thrusters, and the landcruiser crashed onto the plateau.<br />
The Autobots stood their ground, firing in harmony, hoping to shred the somersaulting vehicle<br />
before it hit the temple. Nightbeat imagined the cockpit of a Quintesson warcruiser poking into 1986, a<br />
dead Quintesson at the controls. Explain that one.<br />
In the end, the plateau saved them. Geo-tremors pulled open a crevasse wide enough to swallow the<br />
tumbling speedster. It sat in the gap, fat and aflame, an optimistic thruster still chalking the sky.<br />
Nightbeat watched Trailbreaker jog towards the wreckage. ‘Don’t do it,’ he said to himself, and then,<br />
out loud: ‘It’s not safe!’<br />
‘I have to know who,’ called Trailbreaker, climbing onto the buckled nose and peering through the<br />
glass. Quantax’s shots knocked him to the floor, where smoke streamed from his mouth.<br />
Hound and Red Alert would have rushed in, manhandled their friend, patched his wound and<br />
offered fuel; they would have, if the planes hadn’t come. Sevax, Ryknia and Jolup flew nose-down to the<br />
wind, as if propelled by invisible shockwaves. They were the unholy trinity, forever triangulated. They fired<br />
without aim or mercy, nipping chunks from the upturned landcruiser, unstitching Trailbreaker’s leg from<br />
his body and shaving mortar from the temple doors. Enough damage done, they transformed and landed.<br />
‘They’re Decepticons!’ exclaimed Centurion, holding fire as the threesome moved closer.<br />
‘They’re not ours,’ declared Nightbeat with a certainty he could not explain. He refused to accept<br />
that the Alliance had already collapsed, and that these three unknowns were the first dissenters. ‘Autobots:<br />
clip their wings.’<br />
But the Quintecons were fast, and managed to avoid the blizzard of gunfire. Sevax hid behind a fresh<br />
gravestone of metal and turned to Ryknia. ‘I can see it! The chrono-euclidiae! It’s inside the building!’<br />
‘What do the Old Texts say about usage, Sevax’<br />
“‘Bent to a tyrant’s touch / the euclidiae shrinks and burns anew / And wends a backward way<br />
through time…’”<br />
‘Summarise!’<br />
‘We, er, just walk through it thinking about the same time and place.’<br />
‘We take these Cybes out first,’ Jolup snapped. ‘Quick and efficient, nothing tacky.’ He leapt<br />
headlong into the fray and Ryknia followed suit, hoping that his comrade would serve as the Autobots’<br />
primary target.<br />
Nightbeat ran away from the battle, leaving Centurion to fend for himself against Sevax. Hound<br />
would have to tackle Ryknia, and poor Red Alert – still recovering from his injuries – would need to face<br />
Jolup alone. He was running because Quantax, having pulled himself from the sandwiched landcruiser, had<br />
just disappeared inside the temple.<br />
A mercy dash, an outstretched leap, arms wrapped around legs, shoulder pressed against the weak<br />
tubing of a damaged knee, and the only surviving general of the Quintesson army came crashing to the<br />
floor. Wasn’t so hard, Nightbeat thought, before a fist buckled the aperture in his throat.