With the sun beginning to hang low over the Arabian Sea, a red and green blur skims the crests of the waves. Underneath, and stretching several miles in either direction, an iridescent sheen of an oil slick twists about like a dying rainbow. Another twisting, turning bank of the Cybertronian suborbital jet dumps off a few more volatile liquids, rich not only in crude oils, but more complex hydrocarbons like benzene and toluene. <> Quickswitch squawks out on local radio waves. Catechism transforms to her jet mode, which is quite astoundingly simple for the coneheaded model that she is. Contents: