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‘Yes and no. The Anti-Inhibitor should reverse neural decay and unlock paralysis, but we have no<br />
idea what the side effects will be.’<br />
‘Irrelevant,’ said Soundwave. ‘They either deal with it or they don’t. Do you have anything else to<br />
report’<br />
Fulcrum gestured across the ward, where Pounce was sealing up Scourge’s chest plate. ‘Scourge is just<br />
about to come back on line. The rest of High Command will soon be operational again.’<br />
Scourge sat up on his circuit slab, rubbed his head and looked around. ‘What date is it’<br />
‘Date’ Soundwave looked at his chronometer. ‘3 January 2013.’<br />
Scourge visibly relaxed. ‘We made it, then.’<br />
‘Correction, Scourge: you made it. Welcome back on-line.’<br />
‘I mean the Quintessons. The invasion’s over. The wormhole’s been sealed.’<br />
‘How did you—’ But Soundwave doubled up in pain before he could finish. He dropped to one<br />
knee and cradled his stomach.<br />
‘Commander!’ cried Fulcrum. ‘Are you alright’<br />
Energy was leaking out of Soundwave’s eyes and building up behind his visor. He batted away<br />
Fulcrum’s hand and collapsed onto the floor, whimpering to himself. He’d never felt such pain before. His<br />
oilstream started to boil and his fuel pump struggled to re-divert energon to a web of porous circuitry that<br />
was scabbing over his chest plate. His hands began to glow red as he clawed at his chest.<br />
Something inside was trying to get out.<br />
‘He’s going into morph spasm!’ yelled Pounce, pulling Scourge out of harm’s way: it was dangerous<br />
to interfere with morphbirth; even placing a hand on the host’s shoulder could interfere with the<br />
Channelling and lead to deformities in the protoform. All they could do was watch.<br />
Soundwave sprang to his feet as if animated by puppeteer’s string. Oil was dribbling from his joints,<br />
from his wrists and waist and knees. He was an old robot, only a few full-cycles away from circuitburn, and<br />
his ageing shell was too fragile to withstand the scathing rigours of liquid labour.<br />
The first bubbles appeared on his chest, ripe and rosy, and he screamed – in terror more than pain.<br />
He’d never given birth before (and hadn’t expected to – you were usually identified as a Lifer early on); it<br />
felt as if two people were sharing his body-space; as if twice the mass had been crammed into one neuranet,<br />
one CPU. His chest began to bulge as the pressure became too much. A thousand micro-pumps forced a<br />
mercurial cocktail of steel and sentio metallico from sub-surface reservoirs into the open air. The silvery liquid<br />
curled and congealed as it hit the floor.<br />
‘Something’s wrong,’ said Fulcrum. ‘It’s not stopping!’<br />
Something important had burst inside Soundwave’s chest; some inner tear or rupture had unleashed a<br />
flood. The sentio metallico that spilt from gaping pores had a life of its own – literally. As it gushed onto the<br />
floor it assumed pre-determined qualities, its unique Vorcode having been dictated subconsciously by the<br />
host, who in turn had been influenced by subtle fluctuations in the sparkline. Once enough liquid had<br />
escaped Soundwave’s chest – enough to make six sets of morph-triplets – the tide was stemmed and the<br />
circuitry re-sealed.<br />
Fulcrum swung partitions into place around Soundwave and bathed the area in ultraviolet light. At<br />
this dangerous, post-natal stage, before the Encoding, the protoform could still be influenced by external<br />
factors. Before the Primal template was etched and formatted it was still vulnerable to such birth defects as<br />
premature cooling and joint-freeze.<br />
The pool of liquid began to take shape, gathering itself in at the hem and spiralling upwards into a<br />
broad column.<br />
Scourge, Fulcrum and Pounce stared, open-mouthed, at the sight of spontaneous biomorphic<br />
creation. Soundwave just curled into a ball and watched through his oil-smeared visor. What had he created<br />
that was so large, so ungainly Another multi-moder like Sixshot or Quickswitch An entire combining<br />
team<br />
The protoform smoothed itself into a large sphere and hovered in mid-air as the Encoding began. A<br />
bright yellow ring of pure Matrix energy sprung up from the ground and swept across its surface, scraping<br />
details onto the soft putty.<br />
The Decepticons stared at the newborn, aghast at its deformities. It wasn’t like other Transformers.<br />
Instead of legs and arms and shoulders, it had an ovoid bodyshell, biomechanical tentacles, and five dark,<br />
frowning faces.