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etween the gallery and the stage, descending like ski lifts, barrels warming in the sun. The stage itself,<br />
which took up a fifth of the stadium, was empty except for a single lectern.<br />
Members of Red Alert’s security team hovered by the door, weapons at their hips. The ‘Invisibles’ –<br />
guards who avoided plain sight using Skids’ light-bending Sidestep technology – were already nowhere to<br />
be seen (only a ripple of ripe light, a hiccup in the air, hinted at their location).<br />
Prowl strode across the stage, self-aware to the point of embarrassment, and ducked into the wings.<br />
He had every faith in Rodimus Prime, but he didn’t know how this troop inspection would have come<br />
together if it hadn’t been for his organisational skills.<br />
He saw Scattershot counting his Technobots; Red Alert wrestling with hand-comms, looking as<br />
though his head was about to overheat; Quickswitch mode-hopping with boredom; Vroom striding<br />
confidently through the crowd.<br />
So many familiar faces, yet so few he could call close friends.<br />
His true brethren, those with whom he had shared so much, were posted at Autobot City, light years<br />
away. They’d be heading home soon enough: Mirage must have delivered the verdict by now. He<br />
consulted his databoard and tried not to picture the dismay on the faces of Wheeljack, Jazz and the others.<br />
So he’d been one of the five who had voted to close down the City. So what Why should he feel guilty<br />
‘This is your last chance to call it off!’<br />
Prowl looked up. Thunderclash and Rodimus Prime were standing nearby, half-hidden by scaffold.<br />
‘You just don’t give up, do you’ said Rodimus.<br />
‘I am merely offering you one last chance to reverse your decision.’ Thunderclash gestured off-stage.<br />
‘Look, they’re not even in line yet. There’s still time to—’<br />
‘Short of an asteroid heading this way or the Decepticons calling a truce, nothing’s going to change<br />
my mind. Isn’t it time you accepted that’<br />
‘Something is going to go wrong, I know it.’<br />
‘Keep your voice down.’<br />
‘Don’t tell me to keep my voice down! What does it take to—’<br />
‘Oh, will you both just shut up!’<br />
Rodimus Prime and Thunderclash looked at Prowl for the first time.<br />
‘Now look, Prowl…’<br />
‘I don’t want to hear it, Rodimus. I’ve had it up to here with both of you – everyone has! You!’ He<br />
jabbed a finger at Thunderclash. ‘Rodimus is our leader. He deserves a little respect… And you can stop<br />
smirking, Rodimus: you should be above such petty squabbles. The more you argue, the more you<br />
undermine your own authority.’<br />
‘Well,’ said Thunderclash, watching Prowl storm off stage. ‘I hope you’re satisfied.’<br />
And Red Alert kept fretting.<br />
All around him, robots were settling into tidier pockets, tugged and tailored by their commanding<br />
officers. He counted a hundred, five hundred, a thousand… Not bad numbers, considering this was the<br />
first proper troop inspection since Arklaunch four million years ago.<br />
The overall layout was simple: twenty squads, each one twelve deep and twelve wide, including a rep<br />
from High Command or some other senior officer.<br />
As he climbed on stage, he noticed the silence: having assumed their positions, everyone had gone<br />
quiet. It reminded him of circuit-communion, when the First Ones used to lead the faithful in wide-eyed<br />
Primal prayer. That didn’t happen anymore; ‘Primus ist tot’ graffiti had appeared on the Golden Dome as<br />
soon as the war had broken out.<br />
Rodimus Prime was skulking in the shadows with the rest of High Command: Kup, Prowl,<br />
Perceptor and Thunderclash. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were there too, honorary members in the absence<br />
of Mirage and Ratchet. They looked awkward and pensive, as if waiting to collect an award.<br />
‘Everything set, Red’ asked Rodimus.<br />
‘Everything is as secure as possible. You’ve got the Invisibles, the laser platforms and Chromedome. If<br />
anything trips the radar I’ll call things off immediately.’<br />
‘We’ve got nearly three thousand Autobots out there,’ said Thunderclash, looking elsewhere.