2x10 - Armada
Ohh, my head gasket.
What the...?
[ air hissing ]
[ grunts ]
The 'Cons warship?
[ air rushes ] Whoa!
[ engine whirring ]
Ratchet, don't ask how I got here ... long story.
Ratchet, you copy?
Oh, scrap.
Stealthy...
[ clanging ]
[ gasps ]
[ grunts ]
[ both grunt ]
Starscream?
Why is it that every time I return to my old stomping
grounds, I find an Autobot roaming the halls?
Don't tell me you came crawling back to Megatron.
Hardly, now out of my way.
Scream, you got to show me the way off this boat.
Sorry, too busy.
- Look, when you needed help ... - As I recall, we bartered.
So unless you have anything of value to offer me, step aside.
The exit... now!
I may have given Arcee a free pass when she and I last met...
Aah!
...but I won't hesitate to skewer you as I did a certain Cliffjumper.
[ groans ]
[ screams ]
Perish, Bulkhead.
This is for Cliffjumper! For Bumblebee!
For everything.
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[ breathing heavily ]
You left me no choice.
[ groans ]
What I would not give to have wings again.
Ah, just as I left it ... the Harbinger. Things are finally looking up.
[ grunts ] [ ratcheting ]
A laboratory?
[ beep ]
And it's functional.
Protoforms.
[ beeping ]
Bulkhead to base. Picked up a strong reading ...
I'm gonna go check it out.
Let's see.
Transference of binary bonding, submolecular infusion ...
the formulas seem straightforward enough.
Well, my little lumps of clay, you look like you're ripe for the molding.
Let's give cloning a whirl, shall we?
Uh, no sign of activity.
[ grunts ]
[ beeping ]
[ energy zapping ] [ laughs evilly ]
Give me life!
[ electricity crackling ]
[ zapping ]
[ energy pulses ]
Ahh. Like-minded company... at last.
Energon? Boxed and ready for pickup?
Scrap!
[ grunts ]
Aah!
Esteemed members of my armada...
You now stand upon the very precipice of glory...
to meet the destiny which I have so tenaciously worked toward.
Dynamic leadership of the Decepticons.
Eh, uh, I am delighted to hear that we are on the same page.
[ chuckles ]
- We are as one, commander. - We share your memories...
- Your very feelings... - Even your insatiable quest for power.
[ clears throat ]
I see. Fortunately, the Harbinger's
tracking systems have remained synched with Megatron's warship.
Of course, we shall require a means of reaching the ...
[ whirring ]
[ gasps ]
You can transform? Eh, uh, of course, you can.
[ chuckles nervously ]
How else would you fly to the ship?
That was a test, which you all, eh, passed.
Now take flight and snuff Megatron's accursed spark!
[ groans ]
Ohh, my head gasket.
Spread out. Keep to the shadows.
Any one of us is an instant target aboard this warship.
But to be seen together would sacrifice the element of surprise.
Whoever manages to find Megatron first, report your position.
[ clanging ]
[ both grunt ]
Starscream?
I cannot wait to savor the vivid details of Megatron's demise.
Aah!
What is happening?
This is for Cliffjumper! For Bumblebee!
For everything.
Aah! Ow! Ow!
My genetic code provides my clones with a T-cog I no longer
possess, and all I get is their agony?!
A com unit.
Bulkhead to base, do you read?
[ beep ]
Do you copy?
[ beep ] [ scoffs ]
Hey, what... you stupid com tech. Is this thing even on?
[ feedback ] [ high-pitched beeping ]
[ rapid beeping ]
[ keyboard beeps ] [ sighs heavily ]
[ door opens ]
[ clanging ]
[ gasps ]
[ gasping ]
Halt!
[ beeping ]
A Decepticon beacon. At last.
Devoted servants, the time has come for the ultimate retribution.
[ energy pulses ]
Optimus, no word yet from Bulkhead, but I am detecting
some rather curious subterranean frequencies.
Of earthly origin?
I do not yet know what they are, but I do know where.
[ rapid beeping ]
The coordinates at which we last encountered Megatron.
- And Airachnid. - And Airachnid's Insecticon.
[ screams ]
Arise, my armada, and attack!
[ insecticons buzzing ]
We are in all likelihood witnessing the launch of a mission to terminate Megatron.
I can't think of a reason to stop that even if we could.
But we can stop Airachnid.
[ guns cock ]
Rear guard, engage the Autobots.
Stealthy...
Stealthy.
Lord Megatron.
Yes, what is it?
An intruder.
Autobot?
Starscream. He was last seen in the vicinity of the bridge.
[ insecticon screeches ]
No!
[ tires screech ]
[ grinding ]
Underground ... there's a surprise.
[ energy sparks ]
Megatron, it has come time to settle old scores.
[ laughs ]
Really, Starscream? All on your own?
All: Actually...
Clones?
Well played, Starscream, if you're even here among your underlings.
Underlings? We are as one.
Though many.
Bring me Starscream's head on a stick, and I will reward you
as my second in command ... all of you.
No! You are trying to trick us!
- Am I? - Is he?
Accept my proposal, and we all win.
Otherwise, you will merely end up terminating each other to get the spoils.
It is your nature, after all.
- Don't listen to him! - Prepare to perish at my hand.
All: Our hands!
Yes, only our combined firepower will assure Megatron's destruction.
Take aim!
[ buzzing ]
Do you hear that?
[ buzzing ]
Ignore! Fire on three.
One...
Two...
[ crash ]
What was that?
The sound of the tables turning.
Aah! Ohh! Ow! Aah! Ow! Ow!
What is going on up there?
[ gasping ]
Exterminating you was so gratifying the first three times.
[ crash ]
[ beep ]
Airachnid. A busy day for assassins.
Arcee?
[ energy pulses ]
[ grunts ]
[ groans ]
When you extinguish my spark, make it hurt.
You know I would extend that courtesy to you.
- I'm not like you. - Very well.
[ beeping ]
No!
All: Forgive us, one true Lord and master.
This day has certainly seen its share of thwarted intentions.
[ clanging ] [ thud ]
[ machinery whirring ]
One way or another, I'm getting off this boat.
[ grunts ]
Now what?!
[ creaking ]
Out of my way!
My liege, our power cord has been compromised.
Prepare for landing.
[ electricity crackling ]
[ engine revs ] [ tires squeal ]
Stasis. She deserves worse.
I intended worse more times than you know.
You are stronger for the choice you made.
[ horn honks ]
Guys, you are not gonna believe the day I had.
Oh, you too, huh?
Lord Starscream, your most loyal servant has returned, but
I regret to inform you that our collective mission has failed.
Hmm, yes, I got that sense. Something to do with...
a throbbing ache in my side.
[ sizzles ] [ groans ]
[ weakly ] You knew I would attempt to terminate you.
Aah, I feel your pain. Really, I do.
Aah!
Scrap! That hurt!
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