Beast Wars: Transformers
1996
Rattrap: I hate to say it, but we're trapped like rats.
Blackarachnia: Sorry, chunk-style, but I like being a bad girl. And you know something else? Somewhere, deep beneath this squeaky-clean armor plating of yours... I think you like it too. Hmmm?
Cheetor: Aw, forget him, big R. You and I can go to the Six Lasers Over Cybertron amusement park. There's the Space Slide, and the Galaxy Coasters... Rattrap: Kid, don't make me hurt ya.
Dinobot: Tell my tale to those who ask. Tell it truly, the ill deeds along with the good, and let me be judged accordingly. The rest... is silence.
Megatron: Soon, very soon, I expect a visit from Cybertron. Rampage: I eagerly anticipate your imminent demise, then.
Rattrap: Man, this thing wasn't built, it was poured. Optimus Primal: Diecast construction... It's a lost art.
Tarantulas: Don't cats ever get tired of being stupid?
Silverbolt: Blackarachnia, oh dark poison of my heart, abide with me yet a while. Blackarachnia: You got a way with words Rover, you almost make me wish I was a better girl. Silverbolt: But you are. For at the last moment you made a stand against evil. Blackarachnia: Oh, I was saving my own shell. Silverbolt: And with it the UNIVERSE, and me.
Dinobot: The rodent's words give off the stench of truth. Destiny has one great test in store for us all. Has mine already come? And have I failed it? A deed once done cannot be undone, but perhaps, it may yet be mitigated.
Tarantulas: Never turn your back on a spider. They tend to be venomous. Dinobot: But they still SQUASH.
Blackarachnia: Oh no. You're not saving my life again? AFTER I SHOT YOU? Silverbolt: It is my duty as a Maximal and a heroic character. Blackarachnia: You know I like 'em big and stupid but you're really pushing it.
Blackarachnia: Great. I get paired with the one cat who lands on his head.
Rattrap: What now? Silverbolt: Given our close proximity, I breathe through my mouth.
Terrorsaur: We have to widen the hole. Blackarachnia: So? Widen it. I'm soiled enough already just being around you two. Waspinator: Spider-bot can dig her own hole. Terrorsaur: Megatron said "dig," so start digging. Blackarachnia: I'm the brains of this little operation, not the brawns.
Blackarachnia: Main engines now connected to Teletron 1. Rattrap: It's "Teletran". Blackarachnia: Oh whatever.
Optimus Primal: All right. WHO WANTS SOME?
Rattrap: We're all gonna die.
Rattrap: We're all gonna die... (everyone glares at him) Rattrap: Yeah, yeah, I know... shut up, Rattrap!
Rattrap: Maaaaan... All this for a golden disk... Optimus Primal: It was Cybertron's carefully guarded relic, Rattrap. It gave the location of a major Energon source. That's why Megatron stole it! Rattrap: Yeah, like I care... You know we was supposed to be doing deep space exploration? Playing galactic patrol was nowhere in my job description, you know what I'm saying? You sure you're cut out for this commander gig? Optimus Primal: Remember the Great War, Rattrap? If the Predacons get enough Energon they'll start it again. We can't let that happen. Besides you wanted exploration, and here we are on an unknown planet - what more do you want? Rattrap: Well, call me picky, but a working space craft might be nice! Optimus Primal: (sighs) Just no pleasing some people...
(while Megatron slumbers, Rampage attempts to get back the core of his spark from the cage Megatron has kept it in. Unfortunately, Megatron wakes up) Megatron: Did you really think you would catch me so unaware? I think we need a reminder. Yes... (he crushes the cage, torturing Rampage) Rampage: (grunting painfully) You've... made... your point. Megatron: Never forget who holds the essence of your spark. And thus, is your master. Rampage: *That*, I promise you.
Rattrap: Hey, I don't think so. Dinobot: And I really don't think so.
(during a battle) Rattrap: This was the party I expected! Optimus Primal: Let's mingle!
(Optimus Primal fuses with Optimus Prime) Cheetor: How are you feeling? All right, Bigbot? Optimus Primal: In a word... *prime*!
Tarantulas: If Waspinator does not stop cuddling me like a stuffed toy when he sleeps, I will eat him.
Waspinator: Tarantulas fat enough already.
Waspinator: Waspinator rulzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Waspinator: Not wacko. Wonko. Wonko the Sane.
Airazor: Go on, spider. Make a move. PLEASE.
Blackarachnia: Another insect? How depressing.
Rattrap: Get yer shiny new butt skyward and see if you can find Chopperface before the Preds do. Cheetor: You mean fly? Rattrap: Do I mean fly... No. I meant take a *submarine*.
Blackarachnia: Don't bug me, kid; your forehead slopes.
Blackarachnia: You realize, this is crazy. Optimus Primal: Sometimes crazy works.
Rattrap: I know this little place where ya can get dirty mech-fluid mixed with just a touch o' radium. Take yer head right off. Not only THAT - but the servin' bots are walkin' around minus their torso plates, y'know what I mean? Eh? Eh?
Dinobot: To be... or not to be. That is the question. These disks I hold... are they a record of what will be, or only of what may? For if the future is indeed immutably foretold, then my demise is but moments away from that confirmation - for I could not live if not the master of my fate. But, if indeed the future can be changed - if these disks record only one path of all the myriad ways the cosmos might conform - then their power is infinate. And yet, still limited, for they could be used but once - and then in that change be rendered fiction forever more. I could destroy them. But, no... t'would be a coward's answer. I will know the truth instead. Then - it will be either them, or me, that face oblivion...
Cheetor: Jumpin' gyros, Optimus sure learns a new body fast. Rattrap: Yeah, well whaddaya expect? He changes 'em often enough.
Blackarachnia: Why do you always talk to yourself? Megatron: I simply have a penchant for intelligent conversation.
Blackarachnia: Come out, kitty-cat. I won't hurt you... much.
Megatron: One lonely turncoat, battling on against impossible odds... I'm almost... touched. Fourtuately, such moments pass quickly. Quickstrike, scrap him.
Rattrap: Oh, man... no matter how soon we get there, it's going to be way too late. Rhinox: Do you always have to see the bright side? Rattrap: Dinobot against six Preds. There won't be enough left of him to make a toaster.
Inferno: You're no match for me. Burn, traitor, burn.
Blackarachnia: Do Maximals always talk such slop?
Tigertron: You won't be getting any of our secrets from that pod, Predacons. Blackarachnia: (knocks him down) ... and you won't be getting any older, Stripes.
Rattrap: Nobody does that to my team, sister.
Dinobot: Unlike you, I do not spend my time wandering through sewers. Rattrap: Yeah? Well a sewer smells better than your breath, bronto brain. Dinobot: And you'll get used to it when I bite your useless head off.
Dinobot: (laughter) Oh, great system, your democracy. No mechanism to break a tie.
Dinobot: I've heard enough of this scrawny thief. I will break the tie and be your leader, by force if necessary.
Rattrap: Yo, everybody. Out of the pool.
Blackarachnia: Now haul your hero hinny out of here. I don't remember inviting you to the picnic.
Rattrap: That meteor must have slagged the Preds good. Why aren't you guys celebrating? That meteor just solved all of our problems.
Rhinox: That's no meteor. Its readings are off the scale.
Blackarachnia: They're back just like Tarantulas always said they would be.
Blackarachnia: Oh great. I let that sneaky lizard lead me right into Megatron's jamming zone.
Megatron: *You*? Blackarachnia: Well, what did you expect, you metal megalomaniac? That I would die for your insane ambition? Megatron: Then or now, Blackarachnia, there will be no more betrayals. (Megatron charges weapon and fires. Blackarachnia screams) Silverbolt: Blackarachnia?
Ratrap: I never thought I'd say this but I'm gonna miss her. Cheetor: I know I will. She was something special. Optimus Primal: We should have trusted her more if only because Silverbolt loved her. Ratrap: Yeah. Where is the bird-dog anyways? Optimus Primal: He couldn't have... Oh no. Ratrap: Ohh.
Silverbolt: Stop you fiend. Blackarachnia: What? Silverbolt: I was listening to your plan to destroy us. Blackarachnia: Oh. Why are the good looking ones always such tube heads? That was a diversion. I wanted to get Dinobot away from you. Silverbolt: YOU SHOT ME. Blackarachnia: If I didn't he would have blown your head off and you're still functional aren't you?
Blackarachnia: What are you looking at? Silverbolt: That star. It's a planet really. It's Venus. It reminds me of you. Blackarachnia: Dark, deadly, and poisonous? You're sweet. Silverbolt: No, wait. That's not what I meant.
Blackarachnia: Thanks for coming after me. It was sweet. Silverbolt: As was the way you confessed the truth to Optimus. Oh we'll make a Maximal out of you yet. Blackarachnia: In your dreams. I like myself just the way I am and I intend to stay this way. HOME ROVER.
Cheetor: This is a really dumb plan, web brain. I don't have any real blood, just mech fluid. Taratulas: Oh, my filters will adjust. It is the act I enjoy more than the nourishments. Rattrap: (to Tarantulas) You know, you are one sick bug, eight eyes. Tarantulas: Ah. The rat. Rattrap: (laughs) You got it. Now, what do you say you let my pal go? Tarantulas: TARANTULAS, TERRORIZE.
Cheetor: Hey, thanks for not telling him about... Rattrap: Save it, kiddo. If I told Optimus about your little play date with Tarantulas, he'd kick my sweet, pink butt too. And one more thing... if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll personally rearrange your spots. Now... get out of my way, I got garbage to munch. (walks away) Cheetor: And thanks for saving my life... pal.
Rattrap: (to Optimus) Uh... just in case you don't come back... can I have your quarters?
Silverbolt: I believe that Blackarachnia will not hurt me me but she would show no such compunctions against Cheetor. For Cheetor's sake please let me try and bring her in. Optimus Primal: (Heavy sigh.) You are confined to quarters. Cheetor... Report to me at once.
Tigerhawk: What happened to me? Cheetor: Tigatron and Airazor have come home. Tigerhawk: Home? Yes. This is home. I remember now. Things have changed. What have I become? Cheetor: You're Tigerhawk. A Maximal, like us. Tigerhawk: Tigerhawk... I like the sound of that. Optimus Primal: There's a lot of questions still to be answered, for all of us. But for now, welcome home. Tigerhawk: Things have changed... A lot. (Cheetor chortles under his breath)
Rattrap: Sheesh. Where's my cyberviolin? Rhinox: Very touching Silverbolt but she's just in stasis lock. Rattrap: Yeah so if you could stop crushing her to your manly torso plate for a while what say we start the repairs? Silverbolt: yes um very well. Rhinox: Hurry back with that spark Optimus or none of this will have mattered at all.
Cheetor: You did great out there and I kind of... Blackarachnia: Listen tabby, you're a nice kid, which is two strikes against ya so don't go looking for strike three okay. Cheetor: I am NOT a kid... (Silverbolt snorts) Cheetor: and maybe I'm not so nice either.
Cheetor: I don't understand why we have to do this? Don't you trust me? Optimus Primal: Normally, yes, but at the moment I think you're hiding something. Cheetor: I'm not hiding *anything*. Why is everyone giving me such a hard time? Optimus Primal: Because we care and because I think I know the truth. I just want you to trust me enough to help you. Cheetor: All right, all right, it's like this. Optimus Primal: (Optimus hears a twig snapping. He sniffs around, puts his detection visor down and sees a line-of-sight light hit Cheetor) Cheetor, (shouts) look out! (Optimus runs in front of Cheetor and gets hit in the chest) Cheetor: Oh, no! *Optimus*!
Cheetor: Silverbolt, Widow alert! Blackarachnia: (punching Silverbolt in the face) Come on! Fight back! How long will you carry on this silly chivalry? This dark damsel is not impressed!
Cheetor: Silverbolt watch your back! Widow alert! Blackarachnia: (punching Silverbolt in the face) Come on! Fight back! How long will you carry this silly chivalry? This dark damsel is not impressed!
Blackarachnia: Arrgh! Silverbolt: Blackarachnia! (groaning) Stay by me. Whatever this storm is, I will protect you. Blackarachnia: No, Bowser Boy. You have no idea what you're dealing with. Just shut up and follow me. Silverbolt: What are you doing? Blackarachnia: It's not what I'm doing!! It's what I'm *undoing*!
Blackarachnia: (after pushing some buttons.) Auxiliary life support on. Silverbolt: (Silverbolt continues to plug the life support machine into Optimus Prime's arm which slows down the time storm) It's done! The time storm... It appears to have stabilized somewhat. Blackarachnia: But Big Mac here is still fading. (Blackarachnia and Silverblot begin fading in and out) Reality is still in flux. Optimus Primal: (flying into the Ark) Sliverbolt. What? Huh? Well, that's just prime. Rattrap: Well, what's left of him anyways. (Rhinox slugging Rattrap)
Optimus Primal: Cheetor. Watch out for the other bot! Cheetor: Which bot? Oh,You mean this one right here? (after blasting Waspinator) You hurt my friend, freak-bot. Dinobot: Yes, and Now I shall neautralize you!
Optimus Primal: He'll learn. He just needs a little guidance at the moment. It's okay Cheetor. Use your spark. Get control. Rattrap: Yeah. Nobody's going to hurt you kid. Us I'm not so sure about.
Optimus Primal: He's a transformer but his spark is still feral. Rattrap: It looks like he can't get out of it. Optimus Primal: He'll learn. He just needs a little guidance at the moment. It's okay, Cheetor. Use your spark. Get control. Rattrap: Yeah, nobody's going to hurt you, kid. (Cheetor takes a few swipes at Rattrap) Us I'm not so sure about. Optimus Primal: It's us, Cheetor. Your friends. We know you can do it. (Optimus takes is spark energy and transfers it to Cheetor's spark) Do it Cheetor... Maximize! Cheetor: Maximize! Optimus Primal: Yes, Cheetor. (Optimus lifts Cheetor off the ground) You did it. Cheetor: (growling.) Oh, Optimus! Back off, okay? You're embarrassing me. (looking at Silverbolt and Rattrap) You looking at something? Rattrap: Oh, joy. Cyber puberty!
Tarantulas: And just what are you planning to do with that? Blackarachnia: I'm tired of being your slave. Either terminate the link between us or I'll crack this cube and you know what will happen, then. Tarantulas: You don't have the nerve. Besides I can stop you with a single thought. Blackarachnia: Really? I'm betting the energon radiation will interfere with our link. Tarantulas: Okay. Let's find out. (Tarantulas tries to enter Blackarachnia's head) Blackarachnia: I warned you! (upon cracking the energon cube, Blackarachnia starts to shriek) Tarantulas: Oh, demond!! What have you done? Stop this insanity, She-Spider. Throw the cube away. Blackarachnia: Never! I will be free one way or another. Tarantulas: Fine then. Go ahead and delete yourself for all. (Tarantulas wails in pain.) The cyberlink works both ways. I share your pain. Blackarachnia: Then, sever the link, Tarantulas. Save us both. Tarantulas: No, I can't. Blackarachnia: Then we both go off-line together. Tarantulas: Fine! You win again. The link is broken. Get out of my mind. (shouts) Get out! Blackarachnia: (throws the energon cube away) I told you I'd be free. Tarantulas: But you won't live to gloat about it.
Silverbolt: Although threatening your own comrade is no doubt business as usual in predacon guides of villainy, it is simply... unacceptable behaviour... in my book.
Tarantulas: Oh, what a gullible fool he is. Blackarachnia: Tarantulas! Tarantulas: Forgotten about our mental cyberlink She-Spider? Well, I haven't. Tarantulas: What do you want, quasar brain? Tarantulas: Just to give you a quick reminder. Play whatever games you wish with him but dare to cross me and you will suffer for your treachery! Blackarachnina: Sugar-bot! I told you to let me help you with that. Blackarachnia: Oh, back off, robo-rube! Blackarachnina: Huh? There just ain't no figuring females! Tarantulas: A small fact of life, Fuzor. (laughing) Blackarachnia: Laugh while you can, ground crawler. I'll free myself from your control and then you'll pay!
Optimus Primal: Megatron? Megatron: Leave here, Optimus Primal. I will deal with this. Optimus Primal: Like you did last time? Dream on. All Maximals, *maximize*! Megatron: Predacons, *terrorize*!
Optimus Primal: Silverbolt, wait. Let her go. Come on, let's get back to base. Silverbolt: My lady, you may be a Predacon on the outside but on the inside you're still a Maximal. Someday you'll come to understand that. Blackarachnia: (snorts) Like I needed him to catch me anyways.
Rattrap: I just had limburger for lunch so sue me. Dinobot: Although I've been painfully aware of your stench for the last hour that's not what I was talking about. This stench is foul and coming from OVER THERE.
Cheetor: Let me do it Optimus. Optimus Primal: You've done enough. Rhinox: I'd better come up with a plan. If I know Optimus he'll want to act quickly. Rattrap: Yeah with me in the frontline. The kid got us into this mess let him go wandering into Predacon HQ.
Cheetor: At least I'm not afraid to do it. Rattrap: You know? That is why you mess up kiddo. You don't have the sense to be afraid. Cheetor: OH YEAH? I'll show you what I have the sense to do cheddar head. You and Bigbot.
Rhinox: Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Rattrap: What? Rhinox: You know what he's going to do? Rattrap: Eh. He's just grinding his gears. I mean even he's not dumb enough to disobey the great Optimus again.
Terrorsaur: I know what you're doing. Rhinox: What do you mean? Terrorsaur: Deep six the big wide eyes routine. You're trying to destablize the whole operation so you can knock off Megatron so you can take over. Well I've got news for you pal... I like this plan so here's the deal. You and me. Equal partners?
Cheetor: OH now I get it. Leave Rhinox in there and let him create total chaos. Optimus Primal: Yes. I figured that reprogramming Rhinox would send his competition circuits right off the scales and it looks like I guessed right.
Airazor: Megatron. This is Airazor. Is this the Predacon meaning of a truce? Megatron: My dear Airazor. My humblest appologies. I will deactivate the defenses immediately.
Airazor: That's better. Megatron: Yes. Again my appologies Airazor but you are in Predacon airspace. In the interest of continued peace I must request that you leave. Airazor: Oh very well. Megatron: Oh and Airazor.
Airazor: Yes? Megatron: Please take that vermin with you. Rattrap: Aww slag.
Blackarachnia: Oh I get it. You don't trust me either? Silverbolt: Blackarachnia I... Blackarachnia: Back off Bowser. I tried my best to fit in with you Maximals but it just isn't working. Silverbolt: That's not true. We've come to think of you as part of the team. Blackarachnia: Oh yeah right. That's why Rhinox and ape face want to unzip my core.
Silverbolt: You're wrong. They would never do that. Blackarachnia: I heard them say it. Silverbolt: Oh thank the matrix. It's Optimus. Blackarachnia: I've gotta go. It's been a surge.
Silverbolt: Oh no. This time you're staying. Blackarachnia: Let go of me. I don't want to hurt you but I will. Silverbolt: You've already hurt me, but you're going to learn the truth even if... Ow. Blackarachnia: Told ya. Ohh that wasn't such a hot idea.
Optimus Primal: That is the Maximal way. Now let's get you back to base. Silverbolt: Excuse me that's my job as her commander. Optimus Primal: Which we're going to have a long talk about later.
Optimus Primal: I have to tell you Starscream, you're giving space debris a bad name. Starscream: Optimus. We've been impetuous. Surely we can work something out. Blackarachnia. Destroy him and we can still triumph together. Blackarachnia: Are all your dreams in technicolor? Starscream: Energon? You've betrayed me. Blackarachnia: I studied with the master. (Starscream screaming) Optimus Primal: Hasta la vista Starscream.
Optimus Primal: If I can just reach his spark. Silverbolt: Easier said than done.
Optimus Primal: Yes Silverbolt? Silverbolt: I believe that Blackarachnia trusts me but she would show no such compunctions against Cheetor. If anything let me go and get her. Optimus Primal: You are confined to quarters.
Silverbolt: You wanted to see me, Optimus? Optimus Primal: Yes! I don't know how long this has been going on but it stops now, understand? Silverbolt: I am not sure to what you are referring to. Optimus Primal: I mean you and a certain female Predacon or am I wrong? Tell me I'm wrong and I'll apologize. (Silverbolt looks down as if he's guilty of something.) Optimus Primal: It figures. Silverbolt: I believe I can change her. Optimus Primal: Don't be a fool. She may have been made from Maximal parts but she is a Predacon to the core. Silverbolt: As was I. Optimus Primal: You didn't know any better. The sheer contempt of this is appalling. (heavy sigh) Silverbolt, you are the most noble individual I know. That is your strength, it is also your weakness. Blackarachnia is using you. Silverbolt: I do not believe that, sir. Optimus Primal: Whether you believe it or not is inmaterial. If we weren't holding Megatron... You are confined to quarters. I'll send Cheetor after the spider woman. Silverbolt: Optimus, sir. Optimus Primal: Yes, Silverbolt. Silverbolt: I believe that Blackarachnia trusts me but she would show no such compunctions against Cheetor. If anything, please let me try and bring her in. Optimus Primal: (heavy sigh) You are confined to quarters.
Cheetor: Hey, Silverbolt. I'm really sorry about this and I'll try to bring her back in one piece okay? Silverbolt: I'm sorry too. Cheetor: Sorry? For what? (Silverbolt punches Cheetor in the face) Silverbolt: Cheetor are you okay? Cheetor: Yeah. Silverbolt: Then I'm, again, sorry for this. (Silverbolt socks Cheetor in the face again)
Rattrap: Hey. Why you sucker punching spaniel. (Silverbolt runs away) Rattrap: I used to be young like that. Optimus Primal: What? Rattrap: I mean we've got trouble all right. Trouble with a capital B.
Blackarachnia: Easy for you to say. You like this hero stuff. Me? I'm just a bad girl. Silverbolt: When I look in your eyes I see no evil. Only love. Blackarachnia: Sappy as always. What did I ever see in you anyways? Oh yeah. I remember. (Blackarachnia screaming) Silverbolt: NOOOOOOO.
Megatron: Farewell Maximals. With the destruction of Optimus Prime the Decepticons and Predacons now take their rightful places as rulers of Cybertron. I Megatron have triumphed... Yeeesssss. Blackarachnia: NO. You forget I was a Maximal protoform. Teletron 1 activate. (Megatron yelling)
Megatron: Now which of you glory seekers would still follow this fool's lead? (Waspinator, Tarantulas, and Scorpinok step back) Megatron: As I anticipated and so ends the glorious reign of Terrorsaur. A lost battle, a missing Blackarachnia and who knows what damage inflicted by the Maximal spy? Terrorsaur: Ow, my aching head.
Silverbolt: I can't pick up her signal. It's time to get back to basics. I'm picking up her scent, and I'm picking up another scent, a foul one, Dinobot.
Silverbolt: There you are. Have you anything to say for yourself? Blackarachnia: Yeah. DUCK. Silverbolt: HUH? Ow.
Optimus Primal: How's the head? Cheetor: I'm more fractured than fat-headed Bigbot. I'm a cat, I oughta know better than to trust a dog. Optimus Primal: Silverbolt truly believed that he was acting in your best interest.
Rattrap: I still can't see. Cheetor: Me either. Dinobot: I'll tear out Scorponok's cervos for this and Waspinator's too.
Rattrap: Would you lie down, and groan for crying out loud, you're supposed to be half dead. Dinobot: If you do not shut up vermin you shall be my role model. Rattrap: Oh yeah and who's gonna... (Tigatron growls) Rattrap: All right. All right. I'm shutting up. If it ain't the dinosaurs up your nose it's the felines.
Rattrap: You should know being his little eight legged lieutenant. Optimus Primal: Rattrap be quiet.
Rattrap: You'd never catch me letting a Predacon inside my circuitry. Cheetor: Shut up, Rattrap. Silverbolt: Listen to him rat if you value your spark. Rattrap: Is that a threat? Cheetor: Count on it.
Rhinox: His spark can't exist outside of a living body. Optimus Primal: I know. Rattrap: What? Are you NUTS? You can't hold two sparks in your body.
Silverbolt: Are you damaged? Blackarachnia: Just enough to make me interesting. Silverbolt: I suspect that Tarantulas will still be after you. Blackarachnia: Yeah. I expect you're right. Silverbolt: I will not let him harm you. Blackarachnia: I'm counting on it. So how about making like a hero and flying me out of here? Silverbolt: I am unable to. (Silverbolt's wings making grinding sounds) My wing mechanism is offline. We must travel by foot to the peak of that mountain above the energon storm where we can contact our respected bases. Blackarachnia: Not my first choice but lead the way.
Rampage: Your pain is lovely, but where is your terror? It would make this so much more amusing. Just like our little party on Omicron.
Optimus Primal: You listen, hardhead, Cheetor's gone, and I think you know something, so you will talk, or I will rip out your core processor and extract the information personally! Depthcharge: Well, since you asked so nicely. Your little kitty cat pulled some kind of alien gizmo off of Megatron's organic transmetal unit. Optimus Primal: Did he succeed? Depthcharge: Yeah, but the device was already activated. Optimus Primal: He was caught in the overload. Depthcharge: I already destroyed the gizmo. I'm sorry. I didn't know that was what he'd become.
Silverbolt: Come on wings work... Work blast you... WOOOORRRRKKK.
Silverbolt: Lest you forget you were originally a Maximal protoform Blackarachnia: Don't even go there. Silverbolt: What you did back there is more indicative of your more noble heritage. Blackarachnia: I said drop it! Silverbolt: Just admit that there is a spark of goodness in you and then... Blackarachnia: (blam!) Shall I elaborate? Silverbolt: Perhaps not.
Megatron: Yes... how did you.? Ravage: Permit me to introduce, Lt Tarantulas of the Predacon Secret Police? Megatron: A mole, within my own organization all this time, and I never suspected.
Ravage: Megatron, in the name of the pact Cybertronia and the Predacon Alliance, you are under arrest.
Blackarachnia: (Blackarachnia discovers the remains of Tarantulas and screams) He's gone into stasis lock. That explosion didn't do this. Silverbolt: No, this is the work of... Blackarachnia: Of what? Silverbolt: Protoform X. Blackarachnia: I thought its spark was extinguished? Silverbolt: Apparently it did not and it may never. Megatron: Hmm, interesting. Computer, fashion for me a blade, long, very sharp and comprised of energon. Predacon Computer: Acknowledged! Silverbolt: You're leaving him behind? Blackarachnia: I want out of here. *Now*! (Blackarachnia and Silverbolt walk around the corner and come upon a shadowy figure. It's Protoform X. Blackarachnia screams)
Megatron: Destroy this valley and everything in it. The human race will never have existed.
Megatron: Hmm... my ears are burning... yes... why, Dinobot. What a delightful surprise. Let's see... where are we now? Um... I have the golden disk... I have the power to change the future... and the only remaining obstacle in my path to unimaginable glory... is yourself. Exhausted... damaged beyond recovery... defeated. Dinobot: Not... just... yet.
Rhinox: Rattrap what are you doing? Rattrap: We can't abandon the base and since I turned this thing on I'm the one who's gotta turn it off. Oh man I'm starting to sound like Optimus Pinhead. Rhinox: RATTTTRAAAAP.
Dinobot: The question which once haunted my being has been answered. The future is not fixed, and my choices are my own... and yet, how ironic! For I now find, I have no choice at all! I am warrior... let the battle be joined...
Inferno: I will protect you, royalty. Megatron: No Inferno not this time. This is not the end of it Optimal Optimus... No. The universe cowered once at the name of Megatron and it shall do so again.
Optimus Primal: Freedom is the right of ALL sentient beings Megatron. Megatron: Then they'd better stay out of my way. Rattrap: Oh for bootin up cold will you just shoot him already? Optimus Primal: I'm trying not to resort to that. Rattrap: Then I will. Optimus Primal: NO.
Rhinox: Is it just me or is our boy particularly happy today? Rattrap: It's the spider lady that I'm worried about. Rhinox: What do you mean? Rattrap: Call me paranoid but I don't trust spiders, I don't trust Predacons and I don't trust dames who sneak in and out of classified areas when they think that nobody is watching.
Megatron: Farewell Optimus Primal. (Megatron screaming) Silverbolt: Consider that my resignation from the Predacons Megatron. I know now where my place is, may I join you? Optimus Primal: Well, I like your resume.
Tigertron: Airazor. Are you damaged? Airazor: I don't think so. Tigertron: I wouldn't want to go through that again. Airazor: Rattrap and Cheetor?
Rattrap: Hey you lookin' for me? Tigertron: By the matrix. Rattrap: What? What are you staring at? Is my keyboard hangin' out or something?
Cheetor: Jumpin Gyros what happened to you? Rattrap: Me? What happened to you? Airazor: The surge must have mutated your superstructures. I wonder what it did to your beast modes?
Cheetor, Rattrap: BEAST MODE. Rattrap: I'm a rat with wheels. Cool. (Cheetor's wings opening up) Cheetor: I wonder what these things are for? (Cheetor flies around the base. Tigatron and Airazor duck behind the flipped up table)
Optimus Primal: Everything's as it should be... At last. Let's go home.
Megatron: Through the skies and even on this planet it has come to this Optimus Primal, face to face and tooth to tooth. What do you say to that? Optimus Primal: I'd say that's just PRIME. Let's do it.
Waspinator: Ohhh. Waspinator has a headache in his whole body. Ohh. Blackarachnia: It was the only way. I had to play along with Starscream to find out his "true" intentions. Megatron: You are smooth Blackarachnia, very smooth, but it does not inspire confidence though. No.
(after flying into the control room of the Nemesis) Megatron: Well, come on. Let's have it. The usual "Destiny and Honor" speech. Optimus Primal: Speech this. (punches Megatron in the face)
Blackarachnia: Optimus? Is it really you? Optimus Primal: Yes but Tarantulas has betrayed Megatron and taken control of Teletran 1. I don't know what he's planning... Blackarachnia: But it isn't good.
Silverbolt: Are you all right? Blackarachnia: I always figured if anyone would survive the Beast Wars it would be me. It looks like I was wrong. Silverbolt: Now you mustn't say such things. Rhinox will find a way... Just trust him.
Blackarachnia: Trust isn't easy for a Predacon. Silverbolt: You're only a Predacon because of Tarantulas. Inside you're a Maximal. When this is over you'll be one again as you were meant to be.
(Optimus Primal groaning in the corner of the Ark) Rhinox: Hurry. Blackarachnia: This technology is over four billion years old. It takes time. Rattrap: Time you don't have She-Spider. Silverbolt: You'll have to shoot through me rodent. Rattrap: Don't tempt me. Rhinox: Knock it off. We have bigger problems.
Optimus Primal: Optimus to base. Cheetor: We hear you Big Bot. What's the sitch? Where's my fellow cat bot? Optimus Primal: This place has seen some heavy action and it doesn't look good. Tigertron's footprints lead to a broken ledge. We have to face the grim possibility team... Tigertron may have been destroyed.
Megatron: Optimus Primal? Optimus Primal: Megatron? I'd say it's good to see you but my truth circuits would over-load. Megatron: Enough of your pleasantries Maximal. I would like to discuss with a matter of great importance. Optimus Primal: So? Discuss. Megatron: Not like this. In person I say. Yes. I wish to discuss a truce.
Optimus Primal: Okay Megatron. You called this meeting. What's all this slag about a truce? Megatron: All true. I promise. Optimus Primal: When Predacons talk "truce" it means they just need time to draw their weapons. Megatron: Under normal circumstances yes, but I have a matter of great imporatance. Something that needs my undivided attention. To be blunt Maximal... I have no time for petty squabbles now.
(Optimus Primal growls) Rattrap: Hey. What's got your cervos so bent? Optimus Primal: Let's get one thing straight Rattrap. I am commander of this group and when I give an order I expect it to be obeyed. Rattrap: So I get scrapped because you're too chicken to go out there yourself. Optimus Primal: I would not give an order that I would not be willing to carry out myself but I was capable of giving you better cover fire, you were not. Rattrap: Hey we got out of there alive didn't we? Optimus Primal: But injured. It will take time for our beast modes to effect internal repairs.
Dinobot: What a dreadful smell. We could only be in a swamp. Rhinox: You're catching on Dinobot. We just follow our noses and...
Rattrap: Aw man! It's your fault that I ain't kicking back on Cybertron right now you over-grown stinky iguana. Dinobot: I did the planet a favor. Rattrap: You want me to show you just how velociraptors got extinct? Optimus Primal: They're taking it well. Cheetor: I wouldn't want it any other way.
Dinobot: Go scurry through a maze mouse. Rattrap: Oh yeah? Why don't you come and make me lizard lips. If you wasn't inside that camber. (Rattrap shreiks while Optimus Primal and the others laugh)
Scorponok: Wow! That's a real blaster. Blackarachnia: Noticed that did you? Well in case you didn't notice it is activated by our own weapons. I must... Scorponok: Huh? Blackarachnia: I mean we must take control of it but carefully.
Tigertron: Airazor? (Airazor groaning) Tigertron: Lie still. You've been hit. Your beast mode will make repairs but it will take time. Airazor: But Blackarachnia and Scorpinok. Oh. Tigertron: I intercepted one Scorpinok's cyberbees. I was able to reprogram it while you were unconsious. With luck it should reach the Maximal base right about now.
Optimus Primal: It's a good thing you didn't just blast that bee. Cheetor: Well, I would have except it was carrying one of Airazor's feathers. Rattrap: Besides, he missed. Cheetor: Yeah. That too. Optimus Primal: Prime. Here it goes. (an image of Tigertron appears on the screen) Cheetor: Hey it's Tigertron. Tigertron: Attention Maximals. This is a code 1 emergency message from Tigertron: Airazor has been damaged. She and I are trapped on a mysterious flying island. This island is a self-contained ecosystem guarded by powerful weapons of alien design. Blackarachnia and Scorpinok have already managed to invade. If the Predacons gain control of the island and its weapons the Predacons will be able to destroy the Maximal base Cheetor: What? Tigertron: and win the Beast Wars.
Dinobot: This is not the way. Cheetor: We've got to back him up. Dinobot: It is a doomed mission Cheetor. There's no strategy here. Just blind agression. Cheetor: Maybe that's what we've been needing. A little less brains and a little more guts. Dinobot: We must think of what Optimus, the old Optimus, would do? Cheetor: And that is? Dinobot: Negotiate.
Terrorsaur: I'm getting a Maximal signal. It's a little bit garbled by the energon. Megatron: Bring it up on the monitor. Cheetor: Cheetor to Predacon base. Come in. Megatron: Ah the pussycat. Yes! State your business. Cheetor: Listen up you miswired metalheads. You botched your little attitude adjustment on Optimus. He's flaming towards you on the red-eye express and he's loaded for mainframe combat so why don't you fork over the counter-virus before you get vaped? Megatron: Any Maximal that comes blundering into our base will not survive. Megatron out. Megatron: (Megatron slugs Scorponok) Incompetent bug... Dinobot: Well? Cheetor: It didn't work. All we did was tip them off and now they're going to be waiting for him. You and your bright ideas. Dinobot: For those of us who are dependent on Optimus the rest must think on their own.
Silverbolt: What is it Rhinox? Rhinox: The Pred shell program they implanted is deteriorating. If it continues it will infect her Maximal core conscience. Blackarachnia: It sounds serious. Oh. I guess using the transmetal driver on myself wasn't such a great idea. Optimus Primal: I thought you were smarter than that and how did YOU get the driver? Blackarachnia: I borrowed it. Rhninox: Why?
Blackarachnia: Transmetals have more power I WANTED IT. Silverbolt: Then you should have asked us. We could have helped you. Blackarachnia: Yeah right. Like you're going to help the Pred get more power? Optimus Primal: Maximal or Predacon you're one of us. You should know that by now.
Silverbolt: Enough! Our only concern now should be Blackarachnia's well-being. Optimus Primal: You're right. Rhinox? Rhinox: I can't stop the spark's deterioration but I can try severing the shell program from her core consience. The only problem is it's never been done before. (Blackarachnia looks worried) Optimus Primal: And if we don't try?
Rhinox: She'll go insane and eventually her core will be wiped. She'll be a blank. Blackarachnia: Oh great choice: Become a Maximal or drool oil for the rest of my life. Silverbolt: We want to save your life. Rhinox: It'll take some time to get the equipment ready.
(Buzzer in Tarantulas's lair goes off) Predacon Computer: Attention! Attention! Attention! Shell program T-70 in jeopardy. Tarantulas: Blackarachnia? Tarantulas to Megatron. Megatron: Ah LT! What news? Tarantulas: I've just learned that the Maximals are tampering with Blackarachnia's shell program. Megatron: Impossible! They wouldn't chance that unless she's passed to access codes on to someone else? Tarantulas: Optimus no doubt. Megatron: Yes. Which fits in nicely with our little plan for him but what about Blackarachnia? Tarantulas: She'll never survive the attempt. The shell I implanted in her has certain safeguards. Megatron: Just in case. I believe I shall give the Maximals something else to worry about.
Rhinox: All of the equipment is on board but I'll need time to boot the Ark's main engine.
Rattrap: Slag Heap City, I'm going to die. I'm falling, pitiful and helpless.
Rampage: This will hardly be any fun at all. Blackarachnia: Yeah for you! Blackarachnia... MAXIMIZE! (Silverbolt gulps) Rampage: Love the new look... GOOD-BYE! Blackarachnia: You missed... and you're ugly! (Blackarachnia goes back to beast mode and flings her grappling hook around Rampage's neck. She swings him around and around then she lets go flinging Rampage into the side of a cliff) Blackarachnia: (in robot mode) Hmm. Not too shabby. Silverbolt: Blackarachnia? Blackarachnia: You're not going to leave me now Bowser? Not after I've had my nails done and everything. (Blackarachnia smiles)
Blackarachnia: I can't explain it. One minute I saw this light, then I saw Silverbolt in danger... Optimus Primal: And you rushed off on your own as usual. NOT a very Maximal approach. Blackarachnia: Even when I'm good I'm still bad.
Silverbolt: And still as welcomed as the moonlight. (Rattrap smacks himself on the forehead) Silverbolt: When I thought you were gone I... Blackarachnina: It will take a lot more than that to get rid of me Jojo. But when I have to come and rescue you when you're rescuing me my future may be in doubt so KNOCK IT OFF!
Silverbolt: I am sorry but I will forever be your champion my lady. Blackarachnia: The way you talk. (an electrolytic pulse goes through Blackarachnia's face into Silverbolt's face) Blackarachnia: Transmetal power... Better get used to it.
Cheetor: We've got to stop them before they reach the base. Ratrap: That's your department Sky Cat. Fire up. We'll be right behind you Dinobot: My weapon is depleted. Cheetor: I need a running start. Ratrap: Criminy the pair of ya! I'VE GOTTA DO EVERYTHING?
Waspinator: Wait! Waspinator is in charge! Waspinator needs to form plan! Dinobot: I am the plan!
Megatron: Destroy them! Dinobot: Negative! Megatron: (shouts) What? What possible reason do you have to disobey me? I am your master! I am your creator! Dinobot: And I... have my honor!
Optimus Primal: Dinobot! Save yourself! Dinobot: Farewell... Optimus Primal...
Waspinator: Waspinator happy at last!
Inferno: That will be our new colony. Quickstrike: Ewww! I don't wanna move in there! It got all 'em hairy critters in it! Unless... unless you mean wez gonna slag 'em! Oh, oh please tell me that's what your plannin'! Inferno: The royalty demands a new colony. And we shall take it. By force. Quickstrike: YAHOO! Now you're talkin! Howz about it bug boy? You ready to rip? Waspinator: ... No... Quickstrike: ... WHAT? Inferno: But the royalty commands! Waspinator: I said no! Dragon bot command you sub-commander kiss-butt. Dragon bot not command Waspinator! Not any more! Waspinator sick of being evil! Sick of being Predacon! And Waspinator sick of being blow to scrap all the time! Soooooo, Waspinator quits! As of now, which means Ant-bot and two head just can pucker up their mandibles and plant big wet juicy ones right here on Waspinator's big, fat, stripy... (BLAM! Inferno and Quickstrike blast Waspinator)
Megatron: Waspinator will speak for the defense. Waspinator: Ooo, Waspinator like defense. A little more defense and maybe Waspinator not get blown up all the time!
Rattrap: Huh, I ain't dead! Depthcharge: This day's just full of disappointments...
Waspinator: Waspinator having good day. Not yet shot once... (BLAM!)
Waspinator: Waspinator to Megatron. Waspinator has... OW... female fleshy bot... OW... but there is problem... Megatron: She'd better not be injured. Waspinator: No, she injuring Waspinator... OW! Megatron: Ahh, situation normal then. Yes.
Waspinator: Inferno blow up, Waspinator must salvage. Waspinator blow up, nobody salvage. Oh, why universe hate Waspinator?
Waspinator: Two-head throw Megatron in lava pit! Megatron want slag Two-head. Waspinator down with that!
Waspinator: Ant-bot could not find own thorax with two hands and a road map!
Megatron: Quickly, damage report! Waspinator: Damage moderate... Waspinator in pain... but still functional! Megatron: Not you, imbecile! THE COMPUTER!
Rampage: Ignore the pain. It's only going to get worse!
Megatron: The base is undermanned and unprotected - ours for the asking! Quickstrike: Awwwww now, we ain't gonna ask , are we? How's about we just blast our way in, and slag everybody and TAKE IT! Megatron: Mmm... okay!
Airazor: You're Rhinox? Rhinox: How did you know? Airazor: I'm not sure but I think I owe you my life. Rhinox: Let's just say we're even.
Dinobot: You slipped... to defeat you in such a manner would have been lacking in honor. I would not have earned the right to lead. I prefer to defeat my opponents the old-fashioned way... BRUTALLY!
Megatron: Quickstrike, you may lead. Quickstrike: Yee-haw! now that's what I like to hear. Inferno: (confused) Royalty, why was I not chosen? Megatron: Because, Inferno, when expecting booby traps... Megatron: (Quickstrike gets caught in the Maximal's booby trap) Always send the "boob" in first.
Depthcharge: I gotta hand it to you, Primal... when you screw up, you screw up big time.
Waspinator: Waspinator does not understand! Starscream: I doubt "Waspinator" understands much.
Inferno: Fool! Pain is my friend! Allow me to introduce YOU to it!
Megatron: Good work Inferno, Now go repair yourself Inferno: Yes, my queen Megatron: ... I wish he wouldn't call me that
Waspinator: Waspinator not think this job so important! Inferno: Every job for the Royalty is a gift Waspinator: (turning his head) Ant bot is major suck up.
Megatron: Inferno, aide Quickstrike Inferno: Yes, my queen. Dinobot: I was not aware you had given yourself a new title. Megatron: The ant has some faulty programming.
Depthcharge: Raw energon, right through your sick twisted spark. TAKE IT! TAKE IT TO THE PIT YOU SICKENING PIECE OF SLAG!
Blackarachnia: (watching Dinobot coming) Uh-oh! (ducks behind a fallen tree) I don't know how you survived my cyber venom but a triple dose should drop you.
Rhinox: Well what do you know? I win. Megatron: Yes it would seem that way. Rhinox: You see I'm just a little too crafty for you so I get to be leader and you sail straight for the recycling bin YEESSSS! Megatron: So I see, and even now Rhinox you're teaching me a very valuable lesson. Rhinox: Yeah! What's that? Megatron: Sometimes Predacons gloat too much. Rhinox: (Screaming) What? What happened? Megatron: Maximal buffoon! Thought you'd outwit me?
Dinobot: (holding Tarantulas hostage) Do not fire, Megatron! I have a hostage! Megatron: Why, so you do. (opens fire anyways)
Rhinox: It's too late. I'm sorry. Silverbolt: Blackarachnia. Rhinox: I'll let Optimus know. Silverbolt: (growling) TARANTULAS!
Silverbolt: TARANTULAS! She's gone and it's all because of you. Silverbolt... MAXIMIZE!
Waspinator: Waspinator sees helpless target! Oooooh, happy day!
Waspinator: Oooh, Waspinator love it when prey cannot shoot back!
Optimus Primal: Well fought, my friend. You saved the valley. You saved the lives of those who live here, and those still to come. Dinobot: Then... there is nothing to regret... Rattrap: It's like I said... you're just a slag-stinkin' saurian, but uh... it's nice to know where you stand... Dinobot: Upwind of you for preference, vermin.
Blackarachnia: Ready to rock and roll, insect? Inferno: I don't rock and roll... I burn!
Rhinox: (breathing a sigh of relief) Whew! He's back in normal stasis and reality has been restored. Rattrap: Yeah. Now all we've gotta do is keep it that way for the next couple of million years. Sheesh, no problem. Optimus Primal: Rattrap is correct. The first thing we have to do, Maximals... Blackarachnia: Ahem! Optimus Primal: And Predacon, is fortify this place so gather up all of the salvage you can find... We're moving in.
Depthcharge: Computer, where is he? Maximal Computer: Coordinates 0-0-0. Depthcharge: There's nothing there but rocks. Rampage: (rampage jumps out from underneath the rocks) Greetings, old playmate, so glad you could come. Depthcharge: X! Rampage: I'm called Rampage now. A bit obvious, but to the point, don't you think?
Rhinox: For everything that ever was...
Blackarachnia: (after Tarantulas takes Blackarachnia in to a choke hold) You? What are you doing here? Tarantulas: You have some information I need. Megatron: Yes. Let's hear it. Blackarachnia: Okay, Tarantulas here's the scoop. Megatron is a slag sucking saurian. Got it? Megatron: Hmm? She'll pay for that one. Tarantulas: Let's see if using you as a shield will improve your sense of reason.
Rampage: (Protoform X picks up Silverbolt by his waist and slowly starts to crush him) Is that fear you are feeling, Maximal? My spark feeds off terror. Let it grow, let it consume your circuitry, yes, feel it, you must feel it, yes, (shouts) feel the fear! (Silverbolt pricks back his ears and screams in terror) Blackarachnia: Silverbolt!
Silverbolt: Although attacking your own comrade is no doubt business as usual in Predacon guides of villainy it is simply... unacceptable behaviour... in my book.
Optimus Primal: (screaming in pain) Time. itself... is all... being destroyed. Megatron: Say goodbye to the universe, Maximals. Yes. The future has changed. The Autobots lose, evil triumphs, and you, you no longer exist!
Optimus Primal: You two look scrapped. Silverbolt: We had a little encounter with Dinobot. My mistake really. Blackarachnia: Oh, *no way*! I heard you and Rhinox planning to unzip my core so I took off then Dinobot jumped me and Spot rescued me. Silverbolt: Is it true, Optimus? Were you planning to reprogram her? Optimus Primal: With reprogramming you could be the Maximal you were always intended to be. But the decision to take that step is and always will be yours to make. Blackarachnia: You mean I have a choice? Optimus Primal: That is the Maximal way. Now let's get you back to base.
Megatron: You hacked the access codes from my data tracks before you destroyed my computer, didn't you? Blackarachnia: So what if I did? What are you going to do? Slag me? You still don't have the codes. Megatron: I had a more effective target in mind. (Fires up and aims at Silverbolt's head) Blackarachnia: Slag him if you want to. He means nothing to me. Megatron: (aims at Silverbolt's head) The codes, Blackarachnia, produce them *now*! Blackarachnia: Wait! Okay, I'll do it. Teletron 1: decrypt and transmit acess codes... *Now*! Predacon Ship Computer: Acknowledged. Megatron: Is it working? Blackarachnia: It had better be working.
Optimus Primal: (Dinobot's Eulogy) He lived his life as a warrior and died a hero. Let his spark join the Matrix with the greatest of Cybertron.
Silverbolt: What is it? Blackarachnia: The Ark. Silverbolt: I've heard only legends. Blackarachnia: Oh, it's no legend Bowser. This ship contained some of Cybertron's greatest heroes. When it explodes in 1984 our ancestors will awaken and start the great war. Silverbolt: This must have been why Optimus was so worried. This ship's power must be immense. Blackarachnia: It is and it's all mine.
Silverbolt: What is it? Blackarachnia: The Ark. Silverbolt: I've heard only legends. Blackarachnia: Oh, it's no legend, Bowser. This ship contained some of Cybertron's finest heroes. When it explodes in 1984 our ancestors will awaken and start the great war. Silverbolt: This must have been why Optimus was so worried. This ship's power must be immense. Blackarachnia: It is and it's all mine.
Optimus Primal: Can you reactivate her Maximal programing? Rhinox: It's tricky and dangerous. It could dump her entire core and leave her a blank. Optimus Primal: And if we do nothing. Rhinox: She'll be a Predacon forever. Optimus Primal: That might be too big of a risk to take right now. Let's go find her. Blackarachnia: (listening in) So that's the way it is, huh? Nobody's unzipping this girl's core.
Oona: (puts the stabilizer crystal in her hair) Oona pretty. Ratrap, Depthcharge: A stabilizer crystal?
Optimus Primal: Thanks for all of your help. Blackarachnia: Spare me the Maximal mush and let's get this over with.
Silverbolt: (as Rhinox begins to turn Blackarachnia's internal systems off) Come back to me soon, beloved.
Rhinox: How are you feeling? Blackarachnia: Like someone is playing squash the spider with an energon ball. Optimus Primal: Are you ready? Blackarachnia: All except for one thing. Decrypt datatrax Widow's Edge. Prepare for direct download. The Ark's access codes. I figure you have the best chance of keeping them away from Mega-Ego.
Blackarachnia: (hanging from the ceiling) Hey, crumb head! Want to play hide 'n' seek? Inferno: Huh? (notices an opened door.) She has gone outside. Inferno: (Blackarachnia pushes the door shut behind Inferno. He bangs on the door) Let me in! Blackarachnia: (sighing) The only thing worse than a salesman is a pushy Predacon. Autoguns online. Inferno: Oh, no! (blam)
Rattrap: (watching the viewscreen) Whooh Hoo! We've got preds jumping out from every rock. I'm bringing the autoguns online. Optimus Primal: Rattrap? What's the situation? Rattrap: I can't get a good bead on them with the autoguns. They're shooting from cover and as far as I can tell they're aiming at the walls. Optimus Primal: They're trying to disrupt our power. Somehow they know what we're doing. We've got to engage them.
Rampage: No! You will not have it, Optimus. The Darkness of its spark echoes my own, it belongs with me!
Inferno: For the glory of the royalty!
Tigertron: Give my regards to the pit, Predacon.
Tarantulas: It's working... it's working... my spark is restored... my body is stronger than ever... I live... I *live*! He he he ha ha ha!
Megatron: Hmmm, impressive, using an energon blade on any other spark would have destroyed it. However, it seems you cannot be terminated... an advantage? (Rampage draws his weapon on Megatron) Megatron: Or is it? (Megatron reveals a cage of energon, housing half of Rampage's spark, and squeezes down. Rampage cringes in pain as Megatron kicks him in the face) Megatron: Welcome to the predacons, Rampage, you shall be an honored member, so long as you never forget one important fact about your new life. (Megatron holds up the cage again) Megatron: It's... mine. (squeezes the cage, Rampage yells out in pain) Megatron: Welcome my new servant, yes... Welcome to the Beast Wars!