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Centurion poured the sluggish lubricant through a wrist aperture and shuddered at the rush. The<br />
crowd clapped and began to disperse. Grimlock stomped over, Dinobots in tow, to smack the newest<br />
Autobot on the back.<br />
Wheeljack stood on the sidelines, adjusted his tool-belt and watched Mirage sidle over to Ultra<br />
Magnus, who was patiently folding the branding machine away. Separated by a wedge of noisy Autobots,<br />
the engineer could not hear what was being said. Magnus frowned and ushered Mirage into a nearby office.<br />
‘What’s going on there’ asked Hound.<br />
‘I don’t think the party atmosphere is going to last much longer,’ said Wheeljack, beckoning Ratchet<br />
over. ‘Mirage is here to assess the City, isn’t he’<br />
‘Yes. I’m sorry, Wheeljack. Nothing’s been decided yet.’<br />
The office door slid open and Mirage stormed through the crowd. ‘Come on, Ratchet, we’re<br />
leaving.’<br />
The other Autobots noticed something was wrong and stopped talking – all except Grimlock, who<br />
continued chatting loudly to Centurion about ‘old bucket-head’.<br />
Ultra Magnus pressed his forearms against the doorframe and waited until the Dinobot had reached a<br />
full stop.<br />
‘Autobots,’ he said, ‘I’m afraid I have some bad news.’<br />
Black.<br />
But a vibrant, giddying World of Black, smothering and sticky.<br />
There was no passage of time, no progression, no temporal leap from point to point; there was no<br />
cause, just effect after effect after effect; a world of Before and After with no dividing line.<br />
Ah, but there it was: an aberration, a crack that let light in.<br />
And with light came sound, tinny but persistent. The darkness receded and the light became infused<br />
with colour, and colour gave the light form, and the sound gave the forms clarity.<br />
He became aware of noises and recognised them as words. The forms merged into a cohesive picture,<br />
and the words became a facet of the picture, and suddenly Death’s Head knew who and where he was.<br />
His wrists had been tied together with electro-chains. A Quintesson gatekeeper used a pole topped<br />
with a steel noose to keep him on the ground. The whitened metal gave him love bites as he looked up at<br />
Xenon, who was hovering above a rostrum.<br />
‘I will not ask you again,’ said the Majestrix. ‘Are you one of them’<br />
Death’s Head turned the other way. The ‘courtroom’, such as it was, consisted of a Sharkticon<br />
Deathpit, empty spectator boxes and a podium. Nearby, General Rodern and a look-alike were tending to<br />
a life-support machine – a block of smooth machinery that contained three transparent spheres. Inside each<br />
one, suspended in pale green liquid, was a brain module, as dark and delicate as diced meat.<br />
Xenon’s tendril left a shallow scar across the back of Death’s Head’s neck. ‘I can tell you’re not<br />
listening, because this really is a matter of life and death. You see, I was rather rash before – I thought you<br />
were Cybertronian. Having had a closer look, I’m not sure. You’re too crude, too basic – too ugly.’<br />
‘That’s rich coming from a five-faced egg, eh’<br />
Xenon grabbed Death’s Head’s horns and forced him to make eye contact. ‘I’ll be honest with you.<br />
Even if you tell me what I want to know, the chances are I’ll kill you. It will be a swift and painless death –<br />
but then I always say that.’<br />
‘The name’s Death’s Head. I’m a freelance peacekeeper. I was hired to explore this planet.’ Catching<br />
Xenon’s eye, the gatekeeper loosened the noose and allowed Death’s Hand to stand. ‘I hitchhiked my way<br />
into your base and I intend to reveal your nefarious plans to the highest bidder.’<br />
‘Anything else’ asked Xenon.<br />
‘Yeah, just one more thing: release me or I’ll break free and kill every last one of you. In alphabetical<br />
order.’<br />
‘Oh, Death’s Head. It seems almost a shame to kill someone so deluded.’ Xenon slid an oily tendril<br />
around the mechanoid’s neck and held him aloft. ‘General Quantax Run him through.’<br />
Rodern’s look-alike snatched a trident and plunged it deep into Death’s Head’s chest. The bounty<br />
hunter collapsed but did not scream, not even when the weapon was ripped out dragging oily streams of<br />
circuitry. He hugged the floor as the spikes broke his armour a second time, and a third.<br />
Rodern clapped in the background.