ANNOUNCER: Previously on Transformers Prime:
SHOCKWAVE: Simply put, this combination of elements could allow us
to cyberform entire worlds.
Then we will focus
upon the successful reconstruction
of the Omega Lock.
FOWLER ( over radio ): Prime!
It's 'Cons again. In progress this time.
( ominous theme playing )
OPTIMUS: Ratchet,
we will be returning with a Decepticon prisoner.
Why is Megatron stealing human technology?
What is he attempting to build?
Knock Out first procured this unfinished shamble
from the Autobot medic.
( action theme playing )
MEGATRON: The most efficient means to an end
may be to recruit that medic.
( dramatic theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( Optimus groaning )
( shrieks )
It took a cataclysm
to extinguish Cybertron's original Predacon inhabitants.
You never stood a chance against me, Prime.
In fact, the time has come for your extinction.
( powering up )
( howling )
( powering up )
( grunting )
( action theme playing )
Permission to hasten our progress, chief?
Granted.
( thud )
( action theme playing )
( grunts )
( groans )
( grunts )
This is no place for a one-handed Autobot.
( grunts )
I'll take one bum hand over one good eye any day.
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunts )
Stand down, Predacon.
I am Predaking
and I will never bow to your kind!
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunts )
MEGATRON ( over radio ): Predaking,
I have been informed that our objective is at risk.
Secure it. Now.
( growls )
( roars )
( dramatic theme playing )
Commander, objective secured.
Now might be a fine time for surrender.
A logical assumption, were it not for...
( roars )
( grunts )
( roars )
( dramatic theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( Optimus groans )
( wings flapping )
( dramatic theme playing )
Ratchet, we require immediate transport back to base.
Huh?
Stewardess, there's a man on the wing of this plane!
( static buzzing on radio )
ARCEE ( over radio ): Ratchet, do you read?
( grunting ): Arcee...?
Bulkhead? Is everything all right?
Where's Ratchet?
BULKHEAD: He's... He's gone.
( thunder rumbling )
What do you want from me?
Your assistance, actually.
To help complete a little... science project.
I will never cooperate.
Shockwave does not require your cooperation
to siphon your knowledge, doctor.
( dramatic theme playing )
SMOKESCREEN: Peeled some paint off Laserbeak.
But if I were a better shot, Ratchet would still be here.
Chin up, soldier. We've combed the entire floor.
For the moment, that remains our only clue.
Nothing in the GroundBridge log.
If they bridged Ratchet out of here,
they used theirs, not ours.
Why take Ratchet prisoner, but leave these two behind?
If Megatron intends to hold our medic hostage,
I find it curious that he's made no demands.
It would stand to reason that Ratchet must possess something
the Decepticons want.
Well, whatever the 'Cons are after,
Ratch won't give it up. Right?
Lord Megatron, I understand that you have brought
an accursed Autobot aboard this warship.
Indeed.
Then I will accomplish with him what I failed to with the Prime.
Predaking, this Autobot is more than a prisoner.
You do wish for Cybertron's restoration, do you not?
Our captive's usefulness will come to an end.
And when that time arrives,
I assure you, he will be all yours.
Listen, I need 24/7 satellite monitoring.
Eyes on the skies and ears to the ground!
Maybe Buckethead's after the techno-babble.
( beeping )
The Synth-En formula?
Why would the 'Cons need the artificial stuff
if they already control most of this planet's energon reserves?
Greed, what else?
If Megatron is truly rebuilding the Omega Lock,
as Ratchet surmised,
synthetic energon might be a necessary component.
FOWLER: I hate to be the one to bring lightning to a thunderstorm,
but there's one thing we're all ignoring.
If the 'Cons found Ratchet here,
they know the location of this base.
( ominous theme playing )
MEGATRON: And what did the Cortical Psychic Patch yield?
( machine shutting down )
Only confirmation that the synthetic energon formula
is unstable, and that the Autobot medic's work on it
remains incomplete.
Then it seems we must help Ratchet finish his work.
( ominous theme playing )
Are you through poking around inside my head?
You didn't find what you wanted, did you?
Or else you wouldn't be here.
What I want apparently does not yet exist.
And that would be...?
We would very much like for you to complete your work
on the formula for synthetic energon.
Even if I were capable, do you think that I would hand you
a limitless supply of fuel and ammunition just so you can
turn around and use it against the Autobots?
Oh, you misunderstand, dearest Ratchet.
I intend to use your formula for the purpose of creation,
not destruction.
We have fortuitously discovered that your synth-en,
when combined with cyber-nucleic acid,
may in fact form the basis for an alternative cyber-matter.
You are attempting to rebuild the Omega Lock.
We stand on the verge of a great moment in time, you and I.
The restoration of our very homeworld.
Collaborate with the barbarian who essentially destroyed
our planet in the first place?
Who sadistically crushed Bumblebee's voice box
while looking him in the eye? No, thank you.
Then I present you with a choice:
Complete your research, or...
( chuckles )
Humans, always the weak link.
Are these humans supposed to mean something to me?
If not, I am certain this will.
As you must certainly be aware,
we know the location of your current base.
Accept my offer, and I will allow
your fellow Autobots and human pets to remain unharmed.
Think it over, good doctor.
My liege, you aren't really going to allow the Autobots
to remain operational?
Of course not.
Assemble your armada, Starscream,
and decimate their base once again.
( sighs )
All aerial search patterns are coming up empty.
No comm-link chatter either.
WHEELJACK: And no ground activity.
It's a little too quiet out there.
Since the Decepticons no longer seek Predacon bones
or Earth technology, there is no activity to track.
So until Megatron makes a move, we're in a holding pattern.
Ratchet didn't think this new hand he built for me
was good enough.
But I'll tell you what truly isn't good enough:
Giving up.
We have no choice but to play this old school,
split into teams, for maximum coverage.
We have incoming. A whole fleet's worth.
( dramatic theme playing )
STARSCREAM: Concentrate your fire on Hangar E.
Air cover's holding. For the moment.
( alarm beeping )
( suspenseful theme playing )
STARSCREAM: Lord Megatron, I am pleased to report
that the Autobot base has been reduced to ashes.
The mess hall sure is a mess.
We are fortunate that Decepticons can be fooled
by a simple paint job.
MEGATRON: I'm sure you would more fully appreciate a tour
of our facilities if you were comfortable.
How do you know I won't use these to amputate?
And pass up a chance to see our molecular masking field?
Your cloaking device.
( scoffs )
Shielding is shielding, high tech or low.
Perhaps you'll be more impressed
by our energon transfusion capacitor.
It allows us to maximize our consumption a thousand-fold.
Decepticon Engineering never fails to impress.
Doctor, we may be mortal enemies,
but Autobots and Decepticons do share one common goal.
You would like to see the ruins of our devastated homeworld
restored to their former brilliance,
as would I.
( ominous theme playing )
Megatron, you would just try to conquer Cybertron
all over again,
and enslave anyone who refuses to pledge allegiance to you.
Of course I would!
And your comrades would attempt to stop me, as ever.
But at least we would once again possess a planet
worth fighting over.
Perhaps, but you wouldn't stop there, would you?
Earth would be next, if not first.
What assurance do I have that you would leave humankind be?
And that you wouldn't instantly terminate me
once you get what you need?
None whatsoever.
After all, we both know that as a Decepticon,
any assurances I might offer would be worthless.
But that does not change the fact
that you may be Cybertron's only hope of ever seeing life again.
So the kid clipped the business end of Laserbeak's transponder.
You're not such a bad shot after all.
( keyboard typing )
We thought you might be the best one to provide an analysis,
in Ratchet's absence.
It's trying to communicate with the warship.
How do you know?
It's telling us.
Uh, Raf, that's Cybertronian code.
Wait, first Raf understands Bumblebee,
now he reads Cybertronian?
Are we sure he's not some kind of alien?
I've been learning for a while, in between stuff
when Ratchet had time to teach me.
Hey, Raf, we'll bring him back.
If it's the last thing we do.
If it's talking to its momma can we triangulate the signal?
To a shielded warship?
If the transponder were still attached to Laserbeak,
we could follow it.
Maybe we should give it wings.
We can use spare parts from the machine shop.
Then let's do it, for the doc.
While your forces have put a dent in our resources,
Shockwave has been invaluable in updating our laboratory.
Should you choose to accept the task,
you shall have unrestricted access to our equipment.
Is that a quantum cryo-inducer? Only two were ever made.
Three, actually.
You are holding the original prototype.
The frequency modulator keeps shorting out!
Easy, champ. Let me try uncrossing some wires.
Now there's something you don't see every day.
Jackie wasn't always a loner, you know.
Being a Wrecker was all about the team.
( crashing )
RAF: Yip-ip-ip-ip!
Miko! I needed that! ( grunting )
I was just trying to tighten up that thingamajig.
Pfff! Please!
JACK: Agent Fowler.
Everything all right?
Just preoccupied. Thinking about the close calls
we humans have had with the 'Cons lately.
Smacked down by Soundwave,
stuck in Knock Out's trunk with your mom.
Moving on...
The uncomfortable reality is,
the 'Bots might not always be here.
And even if they are, they can't be everywhere at once,
as we've learned.
This armor is the only thing that stood between Miko
and that Predacon.
The reason she came back without a scratch.
Cyber-tech like that could be just what we need
to give our agents on the front lines a fighting chance.
Agents like, maybe you someday.
What?! You'll be of age soon,
and you're prime material, son.
Your mom thought you might be a good fit,
seeing as you've been wishy-washy about future plans.
Wait, you've been talking to my mom? About me?
( machinery whirring )
( dramatic theme playing )
( Fowler grunts )
Custer's mustache!
Sorry, Agent Fowler.
I think I need to change my star-spangled shorts.
I'm still fine-tuning Chip's remote.
Chip?
So we're gonna let this doohickey
fly back to 'Con central...
And lead us right to Ratchet.
Even if you manage to reconstruct the Omega Lock,
it is a mystic force. I've come to my senses.
The notion of scientifically replicating its capability
is pure folly. Madness, even.
But how will we ever know for certain, doctor...
...if we do not try?
And how can we not try,
when the means finally lie within our reach?
( dramatic theme playing )
By the AllSpark, you've actually done it.
Decepticon engineering.
It will not take long for this Omega Lock's drives
to be fully operational.
All that is still needed to restore our home
is the cyber-matter to launch through it.
Which requires a stabilized formula
for the production of synthetic energon.
I have every confidence in you, doctor.
I'll do it.
But then you already knew that, didn't you?
( suspenseful theme playing )
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