Beast Machines: Transformers
1999
Optimus Primal: Forget the seeds of the future... I'm burying you in the past.
Optimus Primal: What's wrong Megatron? Is your "single elegant machine" having trouble multitasking?
Rattrap: Your wish is my command-dot-com.
Megatron: History starts today.
Nightscream: Think sharp or B-Flat. Music to my ears.
Tankorr: Awe! Did you like me better when my vocabulary was limited to TANKORR SMASH?
Megatron: Mind your manners. I rescued your spark from oblivion. I chose you as my general for a reason. Black Arachnia: Yeah! To satisfy his twisted sense of humour. Don't listen to him. Megatron: You are a creature of honor Silverbolt. You fight for just causes. I gave you such a cause. Black Arachnia: The destruction of all organic life? Megatron: Cybertron is a haven for machines... where Optimus was deluded by the visions of a malfunctioning computer I have been restoring Cybertron's purity and surely that is the most honorable cause of all. Black Arachnia: A world without free will? Where's the honor in that? Don't listen to him Silverbolt. He turned you into a monster. Megatron: I gave you strength. I gave you courage. Black Arachnia: We gave you friendship... I gave you my heart. Megatron: I gave you power. I gave you life. Silverbolt: You gave me NOTHING!
Black Arachnia: What's the point of learning how to transform if we can't do it under fire?
Jetstorm: You break em, you bought em kitty cat. You again? What say we finish this once and for all? Black Arachnia: Music to my ears. Shall we dance?
Silverbolt: How can you stand the sight of me? Look at what I've become. Black Arachnia: Your spark is strong. Megatron could never crush your spirit. Silverbolt: What do you know about my spirit? Black Arachnia: Where do you think you're going? Do you have any idea what I went through to get you back again? Silverbolt: After what YOU went through?
Optimus Primal: Keep them busy. I can reformat him. Cheetor: Bigbot! No! You're not strong enough. Optimus Primal: I will NOT loose another Maximal. Nightscream: Hey! Nice upgrade. I am transformed.
Rattrap: Whoo hoo! Does it ever feel good to be a team again. Black Arachnia: What's wrong? Silverbolt: Megatron used me to infect all of you. Still happy to have me back? Optimus Primal: More than ever old friend.
Black Arachnia: I'm sorry. I never should have let him take you. Optimus Primal: We'll discuss it later. Black Arachnia! Silverbolt! Retreat. Black Arachnia: The nightmare is finally over. Cheetor: Guys. Aren't we shy a couple of units?
Black Arachnia: I see you've made a new friend Silverbolt: Yeah well, whatever. Black Arachnia: And given time you may even learn to forgive yourself... Like we have.
Botanica: (muttering to herself) Everyone else gets a partner. I get a furry little travel agent.
Black Arachnia: We have to find where they're holding Optimus and Cheetor. Silverbolt: They're your concern. I'm only here for Megatron. Black Arachnia: Revenge? That's your noble ideal? I know one knight in shining armor who could use a little polish.
Black Arachnia: Silverbolt? Silverbolt: Black Arachnia? Black Arachnia: Is it really you? Silverbolt: Get back! What am I? No! NOOOOO! Black Arachnia: Silverbolt! Come back.
Cheetor: Rattrap. Where's Black Arachnia? Rattrap: They probably want to be alone. I mean she probably wants to be alone. Oops! Okay you got me. She went to recover Silverbolt's spark. Cheetor: From where? Rattrap: Would you believe from inside Thrust? Nightscream: Ugh! I am NOT chasing down her spark again.
Nightscream: Spark (A) goes into shell (B) . How hard can it be?
Rattrap: Ah Silverbolt buddy it is great to have you back. Optimus Primal: Thank you for bringing him back to us. Cheetor: The old gang is finally all together again... Well, mostly. Sorry Bigbot. Optimus Primal: No. Rhinox is gone... I accept that. We have to take our victories where we find them and assure that no other spark shares his fate.
Black Arachnia: See? What were you worried about? It's just like old times. Silverbolt: For them perhaps. Not for me. Black Arachnia: We'll all need time to adjust. Now that we have a moment to breathe. (rumbling) Rattrap: You just had to go and jinx it didn't you?
Nightscream: Going somewhere tailpipe? Thrust: Just looking for something worth fragging. Nightscream: Me too. I guess we both got lucky. Thrust: That spark is MINE! Nightscream: OVER MY EMPTY SHELL! (Nightscream shrieks) Nightscream: Sweet dreams exhaust-for-brains.
Black Arachnia: You are what you've always been... Honest, pure, virtuous to a fault. Silverbolt: You're taking a huge risk. Black Arachnia: Considering how well I know the goodness in your heart it really isn't a risk at all.
Rhinox: I could use someone like you. Diagnostic Drone: I'm programmed to serve Megatron. I have no alternative. Rhinox: Trust me. There are always alternatives.
Rattrap: You guys! A little help. (Nightscream screeches) Rattrap: Whew! Thanks kid. Nightscream: No problem. Next time look out for yourself. I don't know why I did that. Cheetor: You could have brought this whole tunnel down on our heads. Black Arachnia: Who lead us down here in the first place right into an ambush?
Silverbolt: This... This is my fault. I never should have returned. Black Arachnia: That's right just run away from your problems. Rattrap: Yeah! Good riddance. Black Arachnia: Watch it! He never would have left if it weren't for you. (angry shouting)
Black Arachnia: I already lost you once. I don't want to lose you again. Silverbolt: Don't worry. Whatever happens we will always be together, forever.
Rattrap: Take it from an authority on the subject, I SMELL A RAT. Hello! This thing is sending an activation signal right through the ground. Silverbolt: To trigger a pre-planted virus right? HIDDEN IN ME? Rattrap: Yup! And it's was a nasty piece of business too. It had an adrenalin booster, neocortex suppresser and a shut-off on the self-diagnostic and its contagious.
Nightscream: It must be a new strain of that ancient hate-plague virus or didn't you guys ever take history? Cheetor: So how do we counteract it? Rattrap: In two words? IM-POSSIBLE! Megatron: and I have two more words for you Maximals... GOOD-BYE!
Diagnostic Drone: Sire... Megatron will be very suspicious of your absense not to mention mine. Tankorr: I have a more important task for you. Diagnostic Drone: Does it include smelting?
Tankorr: Behold... The Oracle. The old Autobot history data tracks refer to a powerful spheroid computer called Vector-Sigma. Diagnostic Drone: And you believe the Oracle to be this Vector-Sigma? Tankorr: The data tacks also mention a key to Vector-Sigma which can turn organics into techno-matter. Optimus and Megatron have no idea of it's power. Diagnostic Drone: Sadly neither do you.
The Oracle: This unit contains a non-receptive spark. Access denied. Diagnostic Drone: Pity, it appears we're in need of a receptive spark. Tankorr: Or someone who has no spark at all. Diagnostic Drone: I can see where this is going. This is beyond comprehension.
Nightscream: Oh yeah he's all guts and glory now. Where was this chimp when I was tracking down Noble? Rattrap: If it was up to me, he'd have let schizo dog rip your circuits out a long time ago.
Black Arachnia: Why don't you keep your long twitchy nose out of it? Rattrap: Why should I keep my nose out of it when loverboy's spent so much time trying to blow it off my face? Silverbolt: Evidently I didn't try hard enough.
Cheetor: Hey guys! Quit fighting. What are you trying to prove? That your logic circuits are all fried? (Angry shouting)
Jetstorm: Come to finish what you started? Black Arachnia: What are you talking about? You attacked us. Thrust: Yeah because you attacked us. Black Arachnia: On my word as a Maximal... Well, a spider anyway, we're only here to talk.
Rattrap: You can't reformat a house plant. Black Arachnia: Not unless it's a transformer.
Thrust: NO! I just lost my boss! Everything's falling apart. I'm not about to lose my only friend as well! Jetstorm: We're friends? Thrust: Why not?
Waspinator: Chick-bots dig brooding loner bits!
Megatron: Ahh Optimus. You ran off before we could talk last time and we have so much to discuss. Cheetor: Bigbot!
Silverbolt: Luck had nothing to do with it. HE lead us here. Megatron: (Laughing) Welcome my once and future general. I've been expecting you. Prepare to endure the same hospitality.
Black Arachnia: Oh it's you. Pitty, I was hoping to take some of those robo-tanks with me. Cheetor: Black Arachnia. Boy am I ever glad to see you.
Black Arachnia: Yeah isn't this cozy? Now we can all go offline together. Optimus Primal: Nobody is going offline during my watch. Black Arachnia: That's a very noble bravado primeape but unless I miss my guess: you three can't transform out of beast mode anymore than I can. I'd give us three cycles until we all go offline permanently.
Nightscream: I hate to be a busybatty but what's with you and Legs? Silverbolt: Until the threat of Megatron is quelled love is a luxury I can't afford. Nightscream: Did he say quelled?
Thrust: We've got places to go, people to meet, and... things to destroy!
Optimus Primal: This is where she was when I lost sight of her. Nightscream: I'm telling you he's going to get us blown too kingdom come. Cheetor: Can we argue about this later? Nightscream: Keep following him and there ain't gonna be a later.
Nightscream: Ugh! Way to go feather head! You were more help to us as a Vehicon. Optimus Primal: Nightscream stand down.
Waspinator: Aww Glitch. Just when Waspinator about to move in. Silverbolt: You sir insult my lady's honor! I have it out with you! Black Arachnia: Boys you can fight over me later. You have to control your drones.
Silverbolt, Waspinator: Drones? Black Arachnia: Silverbolt! Jetstorm: Say what? I don't know why you're so concerned about me baby cakes but I'm touched. Aero Drones! Thrust: Cycle Drones!
Black Arachnia: Three mindless drones. Shouldn't be a problem. Jetstorm: Only three errors in your little theory, Maximal. One, we're not drones. Two, we're not mindless. Three, problem's my middle name!
Cheetor: Well kid are you in or out? Nightscream: In, oh and by the way, it's Nightscream.
Black Arachnia: Step into my parlor said the spider to the fly bot.
Silverbolt: The menace has past. At last we can truly be together dark venom of my heart. Black Arachnia: Of all the...
(the Maximals fall through a hole Optimus Primal punched in the ground. Silverbolt catches Black Arachnia in his arms) Black Arachnia: I thought you said "love was a luxurry that you couldn't afford?"? Silverbolt: We'll discuss it later.
Black Arachnia: (Black Arachnia puts her hand on Jetstorm's face) You're free to join us now. We can be together again, Silverbolt. Nightscream: Why is she so hung up on getting her old boyfriend's spark out of that guy? Rattrap: (sighing) You're young. You'll learn.
Jetstorm: (Jetstorm gets caught in Black Arachnia's webbing and falls into a puddle of organic goo which activates the spark extracator/DNA scanner device that she planted on Jetstorm's back) (Jetstorm is wailing in pain) No! Pain! Black Arachnia: No! Don't fight it. Jetstorm: (groaning) Ahh! (the DNA scanner scans the catacombs for organic life. It finds condor bones in the catacomb walls which cause Jetstorm to mutate back into his true identity which is Silverbolt) Black Arachnia: Silverbolt? (gasping) Silverbolt: (opens his eyes)
The Oracle: At long last. Transform your destiny... Transform and transcend. Cheetor: I understand. Rattrap: It just won't be the same without the boss monkey. Cheetor: He's with us, Rattrap. As long as Cybertron is alive, Optimus will live on in our hearts and our memories, as will Megatron who also played a vital role in the grand scheme of things. The vision from the Oracle has finally come to pass. Optimus finally achieved his mission.
Silverbolt: (stopping the others from fighting) This madness ends *now*! Optimus Primal: Yeah. Starting with *you*! Silverbolt: Stop! We've all been infected with a virus. Can't you feel it? Nightscream: Why should we trust you, Jetstorm? Silverbolt: *Because*! I know better than anyone that the hating and the hurting have got to end. Optimus Primal: Yeah. You're right.
Black Arachnia: Silverbolt, listen to me... Jetstorm: Get it through your head. Silverbolt's programming has been deleted. I'm Jetstorm, *period*! Black Arachnia: All right! I'm tired of pleading with you.
Cheetor: Do you want to get Rhinox back or what? Optimus Primal: Rattrap, relay that order. Maximals, stand down. Cheetor: But, Optimus... Optimus Primal: Rhinox has made his choice. If we change his mind then we're no better than Megatron. Let him go now. Without free will, freedom isn't really freedom at all. I pray in time you understand that. Rhinox: Goodbye, Optimus. When next we meet it will not be as allies. Cheetor: (underground.) How could you let him go? He wasn't just one of us, he was the best of us. Black Arachnia: He doesn't like it any more than you do, Cheetor so let it go. He knows all about it and our place in the grand scheme.
Jetstorm: Well, well, well, your current situation exactly matches your location... *Terminal*!
Obsidian: He may have inherited the name of a great leader but he forgot one important thing... Never underestimate your enemy. Strika: Implode! Deploy. Hah! I knew they'd fall for it. Optimus Primal: Who are you? Obsidian: I am Obsidian and you recall my associate Strika. We now pledge our allegiance to Megatron in a world free of independent thought. Optimus Primal: What? Megatron decimated Cybertron. Obsidian: Megatron is Cybertron and to defy one is to invite death.