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‘I hope you’ll excuse the incredulity in my voice when I say this, Xenon, but everything is going to<br />
plan.’<br />
‘What about the armour’<br />
‘Well, we’ve just bagged ourselves another prize. Haxian’s been busy modifying the basic design for<br />
more accurate targeting.’<br />
‘You see, Rodern Everything is coming together.’<br />
Rodern stepped to the edge of the balcony and leaned on the chest-high railing. In a puerile way he<br />
enjoyed doing things that Xenon, with his impractical, idiotic bodyshell, found impossible.<br />
‘If I may speak candidly, Xenon, the launch cannot come soon enough. My troops are restless and<br />
I’m tired of laying low. Why are we developing all these contingency plans All we need is a well-equipped<br />
army and the element of surprise. All these precautions, all these fail-safes – are they really necessary’<br />
‘We are not taking “precautions”. Taking precautions implies an element of doubt as to our victory.’<br />
Xenon slid a damp synthi-flesh tentacle around General Rodern’s neck. ‘You do not appreciate the<br />
importance of strategy: you only see the short-term. I see the greater picture. That is why I am the Imperial<br />
Majestrix and you, General Rodern, will never be anything more than a fourth-batch Neoseed.’<br />
Xenon lifted Rodern off the floor. Death’s Head shrank into the shadows, engrossed.<br />
‘I sometimes think you forget, Rodern, that it was I who gathered the scattered remnants of this race. It was<br />
I who oversaw the construction of this base and the retrieval of our dead warriors. If this campaign fails, we<br />
are lost. Can you not sense the significance of it all If you had any appreciation of our heritage you would<br />
realise that we stand on the brink of a new epoch, just as our ancestors did before the Raid.’<br />
Xenon moved Rodern over the edge of the balcony. ‘If success was ever essential, it is now.’<br />
Rodern’s legs hung limply over the crowd, hundreds of metres below.<br />
‘Never overestimate your importance to me. I could kill you now and ten more would rise to take<br />
your place. Unicron made millions of Neoseeds, but there can only be one Majestrix.’<br />
He dumped Rodern back onto the balcony. ‘Return to your troops and prepare for departure.’<br />
Rodern rubbed his neck. ‘Yes, my Lord.’<br />
As Death’s Head leant forward to catch the last word, his cloak sensed an opportunity. Dragging itself<br />
across his shield and loosening its folds, the red rag dangled between the rafters. Death’s Head reached out<br />
to scoop it up and saw General Rodern staring up at him. Rodern tugged the cloak, Death’s Head fell, and<br />
Xenon’s tentacles were on him like cling-film.<br />
Xenon turned Death’s Head over in the air as if looking for a watermark or a brand name. ‘What<br />
have we here What’s your name, eavesdropper’<br />
‘Prefer to remain anonymous, yes’<br />
Rodern watched the mercenary with detached interest, pleased that someone else had stolen Xenon’s<br />
attention. ‘How did you get in here’ he croaked.<br />
‘You left the back door open.’<br />
‘You have quite a sense of humour,’ said Xenon. ‘Perhaps this will impress upon you the gravity of<br />
your situation.’<br />
He threw Death’s Head off the balcony.<br />
The bounty hunter’s descent was over in seconds, but, broken down into flashes and fragments, he<br />
would have experienced it like this: free-floating disbelief, a headfirst lurch of gravity, spin-wheeling arms, a<br />
rush of warm air and a cluttered floor turning cartwheels as it raced closer. He smashed through a Trident’s<br />
windscreen, wrapped himself around the cockpit controls and passed out.<br />
Xenon looked mournfully at the damage he had caused. ‘Have someone repair that Trident<br />
immediately.’<br />
‘And the intruder’<br />
‘Bring him to the courtroom for interrogation… If he’s still alive.’<br />
Haxian reappeared on the balcony. ‘Lord Xenon, we’ve detected a hypershuttle heading this way.’<br />
‘Approaching orbit The first batch of Tridents has already been transferred to the Enslaver. Have<br />
them treat the craft as hostile, but bring whoever’s inside to me. If they know the location of this base, I<br />
want to know how.’ He turned to Rodern. ‘This is a sign, you know. It’s starting.’<br />
On board the stolen Autobot hypershuttle: