<Inside a badly-damaged space ship>
Airraptor: The thrusters are almost shot. We're going down.
Triceradon: If we head for the planet's surface, we'll be
obliterated! There's no choice: we have to land on the moon!
Striker: That place is swarming with Maximals we won't--
Dinotron: What makes you think there's anyone left? We have to
abandon ship now!
Triceradon: <turning to T-Wrecks> Big T! What are we going to
As he watches his troops panic around him, sees the horror in their eyes,
watches his ship fall to pieces with every passing moment as he sees the
atmosphere of the moon explode around them on the view screen, T-Wrecks can't
help but find their imminent demise amusing. He laughs, and the
laugh is terrible and powerful. And his troops laugh with him.
<The Oracle Cave>
T-Wrecks awakens from his meditation, shaken. He stands and watches
the Maximals below the walkway as they work on their "garden".
T-Wrecks: This has gone on long enough.
<Optimus Primal's Makeshift Office -- The Oracle Cave>
T-Wrecks: I am tired of this indecisiveness, Optimus Primal. While
you sit still and garden, Megatron only grows stronger. We should stop wasting time and attack him now! Together we could lay
siege to his new body and retake this planet!
Optimus paces with his hands behind his back in a little path in front of
the larger Dinobot commander.
Primal: A direct assault on Megatron now would only result in the deaths
of both our teams. Even assuming that we could succeed, Megatron would
only escape to another body or something equally gimmicky. With so many
already dead we need to make sure that when we do attack *everyone* is offered a chance
at survival, and we can stop Megatron before he pulls off whatever he is
T-Wrecks: And do you even know WHAT he is planning? Have you even
been watching him, Optimus Primal? My Dinobots and I have been tracking
him for weeks, tracing and logging his every move. He will no longer wait idly by as you make your sparse
and ineffective skirmishes against his forces. It will take sacrifice, but
with our combined might we cannot possibly--
Primal: <interrupting> Direct assaults won't work. <more
been fighting Megatron for years. I understand how he thinks. He's already prepared for an attack like
this. I admire your determination, but if we are to have any hope of
stopping Megatron we have to do something that he won't expect. You have
to trust me on this.
A low rumble emanates from somewhere deep inside T-Wrecks. Optimus
suspects that interrupting the rather sizable ex-Predacon was not the wisest of
choices he's ever made. The Dinobot does not make a show of force; he merely
stares at Optimus with unseen eyes, as if he were trying to pry the secrets from
his very spark merely by looking at him.
T-Wrecks: I believe the real reason you refuse to attack is because you are
weak and afraid. Your unwillingness to make the sacrifices necessary to
achieve victory is precisely what Megatron is counting on to complete his
Primal: I would never give an order that I wouldn't be willing to follow
T-Wrecks smiles at himself from beneath his mask.
T-Wrecks: You have only proven my point. You do not have what it takes to fight this
war. <more somberly> Do not underestimate me, Optimus Primal, for I know our adversary
far better than you think.
Primal: It is precisely that attitude which is going to get us all
killed! You've been keeping secrets since the first time we encountered
you and your team. How are we supposed to work together if we can't even
T-Wrecks: Now is not a time for trust, Optimus Primal. Now is the time to act.
Every nanoclick we argue brings us that much closer to extinction. Believe
me when I say that I have done some questionable
things to get my Dinobots this far, things that would severely compromise your Maximal "trust".
The Dinobots *will* act, with or without your consent.
T-Wrecks turns around slowly and begins to walk away. He stops when
Primal calls him by name.
Primal: Rex... if you do this, I can't guarantee that the Maximals will be
able to support you.
T-Wrecks straightens a little and turns his head a little ways back to
Optimus, but fixes his gaze on his left shoulder.
T-Wrecks: That, Optimus Primal, has been and will forever more be the
<Inside Megatron's Floating Fortress of Fun and Felicitation>
The Diagnostic Drone flits about the dark, deactivated Cheetor-esque form of Megatron's
latest and most spectacular failure.
Megatron: Offline so soon? I had expected this clone to occupy the
Maximals for far longer. Yeeeesssss...
Diagnostic Drone: I too must admit to some measure of dissatisfaction with
his performance, my liege. However, perhaps there is still something to be
salvaged from the situation.
Megatron: No, it has served its purpose. We only needed to have the
Maximals distracted long enough to complete the modifications to the Citadel, which
went apace far ahead of schedule. Yeeessss... <glaring at the
corpse> Dispense of it. I have no more use for it.
Diagnostic Drone: Were all your plans to remain so benign after the
termination of their
apparent usefulness, I would agree completely, Your Virtualness. As it stands, I
would not trust any... loose ends to lay about if it were within my power to stop them.
Megatron: Yeeeessss... You have a point. Something does seem uncommonly familiar
about this situation. <pauses> Have it
incinerated. I could use the pick-me-up.
Diagnostic Drone: Of course, my liege. Will there be anything else?
Megatron: Yeeesssss... <coughs> Has anyone seen my rubber ducky?
<Near the River from Episode 9>
Triceradon: Megatron's new generals have been spending a suspicious amount of time
around the Citadel. Lack of pressure on his forces has allowed them to
oversee whatever is going on in there without leaving Megatron too
undefended. They might be able to help Megatron in a pinch, but the
Citadel itself is relatively unguarded, except for the entrance.
There are drones going on and out of there on a sparse but regular basis.
A surprise attack should allow us to breach the entrance.
Striker: Megatron himself has been flying a rather simple pattern over the
city, and takes in cargo sleds every time he loops around the space port.
He is constantly surrounded by several contingents of helicopter and jet
drones. His defense shield appears virtually impenetrable, but drones and
cargo sleds seem to be able to pass through the shield after going through a
checkpoint. This is going to be our only way inside.
Dinotron: I don't like this. There is an ill wind about.
Something is amiss.
Airraptor: Are the Maximals going to help us, Big T?
T-Wrecks: <lowering his head> The Maximals... are of no consequence. To the pit with
A noise is heard nearby and the Dinobots all jump to attention.
Without saying a word, T-Wrecks directs Airraptor to the source of the
sound. Airraptor readies his weapon and begins to move towards the unseen
High-pitched Whiny Voice: They've stopped talking
Stern, Confident Voice: You fool! They've detected us.
High-pitched Whiny Voice: This was your idea, bird-brain!
Airraptor turns the corner and pulls Silverbolt and NickBee front and
T-Wrecks: You have three seconds to explain why I should not tear you both
servo from servo and dine on your still-pulsating sparks.
Silverbolt: <swallowing> If you're going to fight Megatron, we want to help. I
still owe him for what he did to me.
NickBee: We can't go with you, but we'll do anything you ask of us.
T-Wrecks: If you cannot fight, then you are of no use to me...
Silverbolt: Rattrap has been working on some devices that are designed to
confuse Vehicon scanners. If you're going up against Megatron directly,
you're going to need them.
NickBee: Look, I know you've had some raw deals with the Buddha Monkey,
but I for one have no particular loyalty to these Maximals. I'm just here
because they were the only ones I knew who had a chance of stopping them.
Now I want to help you.
T-Wrecks: This pleases me. <smiling> Perhaps we will make a Dinobot out of you
yet. The liberation of Cybertron awaits, my brothers!
Triceradon: Dinotron and I will lead the attack
against the Citadel.
Striker: I will go with Airraptor and Big T
to infiltrate the head. If Megatron sticks to his current flight path, he'll be at maximum distance
from the Citadel in less than a cycle. <looks around at his companions> We're only going to have one shot at this.
Whether the result is victory or defeat, this is it.
Triceradon: It would be a good day to die.
<High Above Cybertropolis>
Diagnostic Drone, Mark II: Here ducky ducky ducky...
Diagnostic Drone: This is a waste of our time. We have more
important things to attend to.
Diagnostic Drone, Mark II: Where are you, ducky?
Diagnostic Drone: Why do I even bother?
As the first drone raises itself higher and higher into the sky, a pair of
animal eyes watches and almost remembers. A clawed hand touches the
newly-formed scar over one of the eyes, and a mouth forms the sounds to a word
that fills the eyes with anger.
<Later -- Somewhere in Cybertropolis>
From ground level, T-Wrecks and Striker watch Megatron's floating
head/fortress meander slowly across the sky, only visible in between the gaps
that the still-standing skyscrapers afford. Perched in what's left of a
window atop one of the buildings, Airraptor waits patiently in beast mode,
watching the massive Transformer pass overhead. He is unafraid.
Megatron's thrusters reflect in a pair of Tyrannosaur eyes, eyes which don't
even really see what they are focused upon. Their owner recalls something
that was said to him long ago.
Magmatron: Never forget, T-Wrecks. Never forget what it means to
have the honor of a Dinobot. It means courage. It means
sacrifice. It means standing up for what is right even when when others
you know and trust fail to stand with you. But most of all...
The old and battle-worn Predacon looks out into the Cybertronian night.
Magmatron: ...it means being alone.
T-Wrecks transforms slowly and deliberately. From inside his tail-shield
he retrieves a very old sword and holds it confidently in his right hand.
<The Former Hideout of Hipness>
Triceradon and Dinotron, covered in splotches of war paint, watch as a
group of ground-based drones make their way down the narrow passage to the
Citadel entrance. Hiding behind on a ledge above the pathway, the two
Dinobots wait silently as a cold breeze blows. The drones stop in front of the Citadel entrance, Triceradon stiffens his
form. He blocks everything out except the division between the main doors
and when he sees the tiniest sliver of a crack...
Triceradon: Dinobots! CHARGE!
Triceradon and Striker leap over the ledge and land directly in the middle
of the drones, destroying a few with the impact. But they are not
alone. They are followed by a modest but sizable group of robots -- some
in better working condition than others and all are similarly covered in war
paint, but the most prominent feature on each of
the warriors is a crudely painted Dinobot symbol, ringed in
white. They leap over the encampment to attack every time the drones think they have
gotten their bearings. The massive doors take too long to stop and reverse, and Triceradon
finds the time to wedge them open with the corpses of defeated Vehicons.
The warriors begin to file into the stronghold, encouraged at their thus-far
That's when defenses come alive and half the attacking force is repelled
from the entrance, left alone outside to deal with Vehicon
reinforcements. Not even looking back, Triceradon, Dinotron, and the
remaining Transformers push ahead and go in deeper.
<At the Same Time -- Back in The Empty [Technorganic] Garden >
Primal: Silverbolt, NickBee, I want to see you in my office immediately.
NickBee: What, you mean that shack made out of Vehicon parts held together
with monkey doo-doo?
The three file into Primal's temporary office. Silverbolt feels
something familiar about the moment, but NickBee just feels something familiar
on the inside of his nose with his finger.
Primal: You *helped* them?
NickBee: Yeah, what's it to you? You backed
out when you had the chance to help, and we gave them their only shot at
Primal: You're right.
NickBee: <surprised> I am?
Primal: I need you to tell me everything you know about their plans.
NickBee: Why should we?
Primal: Megatron has the sparks. If anything happens to them as a
result of this attack, then everything we have worked for will have been in
vain. Megatron couldn't do anything without access to the Oracle, but
Optimus takes in a deep breath, as if he's finally resigned himself to a
fate that's been haunting him for a long time.
Primal: Silverbolt. If this goes bad... you know what to do.
<looks at NickBee> And you... <cracks his orange knuckles> you can either discuss this with me, or
have it out with the Boastful Fist.
<Moments Later, Inside the Oracle Cave>
Primal: Alright people, listen up! We're going to back up the
Dinobots. Rattrap, you take Silverbolt, Blackarachnia, NickBee and
Nightscream to Megatron. That's where they're going to need to most help.
Cheetor and Botanica are coming with me to the Citadel. We're going to
clean up whatever mess is left there. Let's move it people!
Everyone moves to follow, but no one looks sure themselves. Optimus turns
around to face his troops, his friends, and for a brief moment lets the
he used to be come to the surface.
Primal: I understand that this isn't going the way any of us expected, but we have
to work with what we've got. Some of you I've known for a long time, and
some of you I've only just met. All of you need to trust me when I say
that this is now our best chance to retake Cybertron from Megatron.
Together. As a team.
Optimus looks around the cave to see some uncertain smiles. It will
have to do.
Primal: Let's roll out.
<Near Megatron's Mighty Metal Melon>
Aboard a cargo sled T-Wrecks, Airraptor, and Striker wait in shadow as
they prepare for their carrier to enter the Mega-head like so many other sleds
before it. With the attack on the Citadel, Megatron's attention should be
focused elsewhere. Unfortunately for these three Dinobots, that is
not the case.
Megatron: <watching a view screen> Do these fools seriously mean to
catch me so unprepared?
The sled comes to a stop, ready to pass the checkpoint, but instead of
hearing the typical checkpoint-cleared signal, they hear weapons fire.
Airraptor: Heads up, he knows we're here!
Airraptor takes to the sky while his two comrades waste no time abandoning
ship, leaping from the burning wreck onto the nearest available helicopter
Striker: Surely he's not so crazy as to fire on his own--
The drone beneath Striker explodes before he can finish the thought.
He grabs a still-spinning rotor and safely floats down to one of the raised
streets. T-Wrecks isn't so lucky, and ends up in a relatively short
free-fall alongside a building. He thrusts his weapon into the building's
face in order to slow his descent, leaving a rather noticeable scar on the
edifice. No sooner does he stop than is he surrounded by several jet
drones in Robot Mode. They are quickly dispatched by a sonic scream,
followed by the blurred form of a disfigured teeny-bopper.
T-Wrecks: Saved by the whelp. I am never going to live this down...
In the air, Silverbolt meets up with Airraptor.
Silverbolt: Can I be of assistance?
Airraptor: You have no idea...
NickBee, Rattrap, and Blackarachnia meet Striker on the walkway,
demolishing what few drones Megatron can spare.
Striker: It won't be long before he gathers reinforcements. We're
going to have to think of something fast or beat a quick retreat.
NickBee: Man, this sucks! If only I could control these drones like
I used to.
As he spins to start slicing at an oncoming group of five helicopter
drones, his eyes glow and he screams as he prepares to attack, but the lead
drone stops in its tracks causing the other four to back up behind it. Two
go careening off into the nearest building. The other three remain
hovering in front of him, not moving at all. NickBee cocks his head at the
Rattrap: Leapin' lizards! Way to go, turncoat!
Blackarachnia: How did you do that?
NickBee: I... I don't know.
NickBee tries to convert a similar team of jet drones ready to attack
T-Wrecks, who is still trying to get down from his precarious perch. Just
as he readies his sword to slice into the intruders, they stop and three fly off
to meet NickBee and the others on the ground. They come back with the
ex-Vehicon, Striker, and Rattrap riding on their backs. NickBee motions to
the drone in front of the Dinobot leader.
NickBee: Need a lift to the head?
T-Wrecks: This is most unbecoming...
The drones carrying the Dinobots and Rattrap shoot off towards the Big
Giant Floating Head, and effortlessly penetrate the shield, entering at some
<The Citadel Gates>
Primal quickly flies into the scene and floats helplessly in the
air. Moments later Cheetor races up to the passageway in Beast Mode, and
Botanica burrows out of the ground. They all look at the carnage, not
knowing what to say.
Botanica: Sweet Primus... all these Transformers. Where did they
Cheetor just shakes his head, an expression of utter horror possessing his
face. Optimus, by contrast, becomes steeled, but only for a moment.
He sees movement and rushes to the side of the still-living robot. He
cradles what is left of the Autobot, Predacon, Maximal... it didn't
matter. Whatever his name is, he looks up at Optimus with unseeing eyes,
and utters his two final words with what's left of his voice mechanism.
Warrior: Dinobots-->SKZZZT!< forever...
Optimus hugs the mutilated form of the robot and squeezes his eyes
shut. White light begins to glow from his hands, light which starts to
spread across the dying Transformer's entire body. Instead of the blinding
flash that is expected from a reformatting, the energy merely dissipates and
fades harmlessly into the air. Optimus sets the body down and tries
again. And again. And again. And again.
Cheetor: Big Bot... he's gone.
Optimus, in silent concession to the fact, merely brushes his hand across
the freshly-painted Dinobot symbol brandishing the fallen warrior's chest
plate. His sadness turns to rage, and his gentle hand turns into a shaking
fist. Without another word, he shoots off towards Megatron and the rest of
<Somewhere Above Cybertropolis>
Giddy with success, Megatron's most recent Diagnostic Drone flies back to
his master, rubber ducky in hand.
Diagnostic Drone, Mark II: Who would have thought to look in all that
From where he's at, he can see the trouble surrounding Megatron's
head. One might even call it a "head ache."
Diagnostic Drone, Mark II: No time to wait for Bob, I gotta help the boss!
The Drone idly tosses the rubber ducky aside. It falls to the
ground, seemingly harmlessly. The Drone does not notice the resulting
explosion moments later. He also doesn't notice the small red dot
following him from a very low altitude.
<Inside Megatron's Dome of Deviousness>
T-Wrecks walks alone into a cylindrical room. The single, smooth
wall is covered in electronics and readouts, marred only by the recessed
entrance. The lone Dinobot approaches the center of the darkened room, a
couple of lighted concentric circles in the ground, and lays down his
weapons. Then he slowly and deliberately removes his mask and lays it
carefully before him, almost as a sacrifice to the altar of an ascending god.
T-Wrecks: Megatron. We need to talk. I know you can hear
me. You have ears everywhere in this massive tomb you call a body.
<grumbles> I cannot believe you've gone this far. This is too much,
even for you.
The only sound to return his words are the electrical hum of machinery
around him and the ever-present sound of the anti-gravity generators keeping the
massive head afloat.
T-Wrecks: You could have been a glorious general in the Predacon
army. You were bright and intelligent and virtuous. I admired you
for that. But then you went back on your oath. You disobeyed the
wishes of the Council and stole the Golden Disc with that rabble you called an
army. How low you've become. How cynical. How utterly
pathetic. <grows quieter> What would father think?
The circles in the center of the room glow brighter, and in an instant a
rather sizable holographic image of Megatron's new face forms in front of the
one who possesses a form so similar to that of Megatron's own past.
Megatron: The Council... those old, weak-minded fools. They were too
arrogant and myopic to realize that their time had passed, and that the
Predacons had long since needed someone to lead them into a new age, and reclaim
their right to conquest that was theirs by birth! I would have been
content with that once, but now I've realized that it wasn't enough to reclaim
our lost history, nor was it enough to try and alter it. No. What we
need is a new beginning, and that new beginning will be me. Yeeeessss...
T-Wrecks appears almost personally betrayed by Megatron's words.
Megatron: Do not look so surprised brother. We both knew, we always
knew, that I was destined for greater things. You should be happy for
me! When this is all over we shall become one. Join me brother, and
together we can usher in a new age for the universe.
T-Wrecks: <putting his mask back on> I have no brother.
Megatron: Tut tut, Big Rex. Such stubbornness is unbecoming of
you. Though I suppose father would have been proud. Too bad he was off world
when I got here, or I could have him tell you himself.
T-Wrecks pulls out his sword and growls at the holographic image.
Megatron: Oh my, what a large stick you have there. And what are you
planning on doing with that?
T-Wrecks: Rattrap, are you ready?
Rattrap: <over intercom> I'll light this firecracker as soon as you
give the word, Big Guy!
T-Wrecks: With my next order, I could wipe you out of existence. You
are becoming sloppy, Megatron. You should have anticipated this weakness.
Megatron: I never leave myself open without any recourse, dear
A view screen pops up between Megatron's image and T-Wrecks, displaying a
real-time image of Dinotron and Triceradon followed by a few scant recruits
inside the Citadel.
T-Wrecks: A trap!
Megatron: How astute! You may be a little slow, fission brother, but
you get there eventually. I suspect Optimus told you that this attack
would be foolhardy, but predictably you didn't listen to him. Did you
really think that I wouldn't be able to defend myself? That I couldn't
have stopped you from entering if I had wished it? Nothing happens that I
don't will it! Attack me and I can assure you that your comrades will die.
Rattrap: <over intercom> Rex?
T-Wrecks waits for a long moment, downcast.
T-Wrecks: Do it.
A blast emanates from the Head and obliterates the drones pounding on the shields.
NickBee tries to find others to control, but they have already fled. The
weapon is about to take aim at the Maximals on the ground when one of the
anti-gravity generators beneath the head explodes, tipping the massive cranium
off-balance for a moment. The Maximals and Dinobot cheer in unison as the
giant head spins slowly out of control for a few seconds. After a moment
they see a Laurence-Fishburne-shaped blur heading for the damaged noggin.
Cheetor and Botanica join their celebrating comrades a moment later.
Nightscream: Hey, where's Optimus?
Botanica: He must have just passed by here.
Cheetor: Where the spotted heck is he going?
Diagnostic Drone, Mark II: I'm coming, Megatron!
Before the drone can go aid his failing master, a large purple claw
snatches it out of the air and brings it to a scarred face.
Theodore: Take me to Megatron. Now.
Diagnostic Drone, Mark II: Ulp...
<Inside Megatron's Maniacal Morbid -- oh, dammit -- you know, the big
floaty head thingy>
Optimus joins Rattrap inside the main chamber.
Rattrap: Glad you could join us, Boss Monkey. We have something of a
crisis on our hands.
Primal: There's no time for that now! Where's T-Wrecks? I
intend to have--
For the first time, Optimus sees the enormous containment field in front
of him. Every soul on Cybertron, stored in a jar like an Earthling child's
collection of seashells. Lording over it all is the enormous and mutated
spark of Megatron, devouring them one-by-one.
Primal: Primus no! The sparks! I never imagined that he would
go this far!
Megatron: So you've finally joined us, Optimus Primal!
Excellent. Your little rodent may have crippled my body, but soon it will
not matter. I will devour these sparks and then I will devour you
all! We shall become one perfect being!
Even as tendrils whip out to grab Optimus and Rattrap, Primal's determination
does not falter.
Optimus: Megatron! This is sacrilege! I can't let you do this!
Megatron: Oh, my dear Optimus. What do you think you can do to stop
Out of the shadows steps a large purple and white form, Diagnostic Drone
Theodore: At last, Megatron. I have found you.
Megatron: No! Stay away! I am rid of you! Tell him,
Diagnostic Drone, Mark II: What, are you nuts?
Theodore: The time has come, Megatron. I've come home.
Theodore: <leaping up on top of the spark container> What's the
matter, Megatron? Don't you want to be inside me?
Before Megatron can even answer, Theodore launches himself again and grabs
onto the giant, red spark. He floats to the center, obviously roiled in
pain. A drawn-out scream is heard, followed by a blinding flash.
Both are gone. The tendrils holding Rattrap and Optimus release and the
sparks all float back down into the containment chamber.
Rattrap: What the heck was that all about?
<Inside the Citadel -- yeah, I called it the Citadel... shut up>
Dinotron: Something's not right, here. Why is it getting darker?
Triceradon: We don't leave until we have something to report to the
boss. Keep your optics wiped!
The two Dinobots, followed by a handful of loyal survivors, finally make
their way to the main throne room, where they see...
Dinotron: By the pit!
Triceradon: We have to tell the big guy!
On either side, Obsidian and Stryka move into view, each flanked by scores
upon scores of drones.
Obsidian: I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that.
The room explodes, then falls silent.
<Later -- Inside Megatron's Abandoned Husk>
The Maximals and Dinobots mingle inside the spark chamber, conspicuously
two members short.
Rattrap: Looks like we won.
Nightscream: Is Noble really gone?
Rattrap shoots Nightscream... somewhere.
Primal: This isn't what I wanted.
T-Wrecks: It is not what any of us wanted, Optimus Primal, but it was necessary.
Primal: And just what the hell was that back there at the Citadel?
All those Transformers and you never told us! We could have saved
them. What do you have to say for yourself?
T-Wrecks closes his eyes and sees the faces of countless comrades, fallen
but not forgotten. Two come into prominence. He opens his eyes and
stares through his mask at his ancient sword.
T-Wrecks: It would have been a good day to die.
* * *
Tales of Cybertron, Part 6
<High in Orbit>
Galvatron/Unicron: Is it time?
Diagnostic Drone: The way before you has been prepared.
Galvatron/Unicron: Oh, muzzle it. Herald my coming, puny one!
Unicron the Destroyer has come to claim the souls of the bastard children of
The once-sparkless body floats slowly and deliberately to the surface, not
a care in the world. Had Unicron been more attuned to the scale of his new
body he might have considered the rubber ducky heading his way to be a
threat. At it is, the collision sends both of them careening away from the
Citadel in the middle of Cybertropolis an into an old warehouse district.
<Some Stingy Warehouse/Converted Lab>
Crawley: Okay, we've finally found the device thingy that bought us
here. You hooked up the power, right?
Geever: Yeah, I think so.
Crawley: You still have that five bucks?
Geever: <pulls out five bucks> Right here.
Crawley: Okay. Now all we have to do is get inside and push the
button, and we're good to go.
Geever thinks about this for a moment.
Geever: Um, dude, how are we going to push the button when we're inside?
As Crawley is about to explain his button-pushing device, the form of
Galvatron explodes through the warehouse wall. The erstwhile Decepticon
and rubber ducky are thrown into into the chamber along with the five dollar
bill. A stray piece of shrapnel hits the switch and activates the
Prototype Transwarp Chamber. Sparks fly and the chamber shakes.
Geever and Crawley run out of the building as the chamber begins to
overload. They get outside just as the warehouse becomes a smoldering hole
in the ground. A smoking five dollar bill wafts down to them, charred and
Crawley: Goddammit! It f@*&ing figures...
Geever: Did that Galvatron say "Property of Phil Bond" on it?
<Inside the Oracle Cave>
The Last Autobot: Are you sure this is where the Maximals are
stationed? Looks like a rat hole to me.
Benny: Maybe I made a mistake. I could have sworn there was
Just as the two are about to leave, the massive Oracle screen springs to
The Oracle: Alpha Trion unit recognizes the Last Autobot.
The Last Autobot: Now that's something you don't see every day.
To be continued!