In a street on Cybertron, buildings are damaged from battle. Two Sharkticons bear down on a small Proto-Matter Predacon. The Predacon fires his weapon at them, but it has little effect.
VROO VROO VROO
The two Sharkticons now hold the Predacon in their mouths.
The two Sharkticons pull the Predacon in two, killing him.
A close-up of the face of one of the Sharkticons as it receives blaster fire. It glares.
The Sharkticons lumber down the street towards Cheetor (in robot mode), who is hunkered behind some debris from a building, firing at them.
Note: Cheetor has a model like Combiner Wars Breakdown
Cheetor examines his gun, trying to fix it. The Sharkticons loom closer.
Of all the times for a quasar jam!
7 RADIO (OPTIMUS PRIMAL)
Cheetor, just stay where you are. We’ll find you.
The two Sharkticons tear at the debris, trying to get to Cheetor. Cheetor transforms to his alt-mode and accelerates backwards away from the Sharkticons.
No can do, Big-Bot.
Cheetor accelerates forward, using the debris as a ramp, flying between the Sharkticons who take a swipe at him but miss.
2 RADIO (OPTIMUS PRIMAL)
Airazor, do you have a visual?
3 RADIO (AIRAZOR)
I’m scanning as broadly as I can, but it’s not exactly a nice day downtown.
Cheetor speeds down a street past dead Maximals, Predacons and Sharkticons.
Relax, Optimus, they can’t keep up with the golden rock-
Cheetor screeches sideways, crashing into the leg of an Allicon.
6 RADIO (OPTIMUS PRIMAL)
Cheetor? Come in!
Cheetor transforms back to robot mode and scrambles backwards away from three Allicons who cast ominous shadows over him.
Optimus? If you’re there...
An angle looking upwards. A figure is jumping down towards the three Allicons. It is Dinobot. He is holding a large sword over his head, ready to plunge it downward.
Note: Dinobot has a model like Combiner Wars Off-Road
Dinobot plunges his sword into the head of one of the Allicons. Cheetor shields himself from the carnage.
Dinobot leaps from the body of the dead Allicon towards another in its robot mode. Dinobot’s sword is dripping with purple energon and his face is a picture of rage.
Dinobot plunges his sword into the chest of the Allicon, toppling it backwards. The third Allicon steps towards them.
The third Allicon swipes Dinobot off the second with its large clawed hand.
Dinobot hits the wall of a building, hard. His side shows heavy damage from the Allicon’s claws.
The Allicon looms over Dinobot, ready to tear him apart.
The Allicon takes several blaster shots and begins to topple over.
Optimus Primal, Rhinox, Tigatron and Rattrap (all in robot mode) stand with the blasters smoking, having just fired on the Allicon. Cheetor looks on, smiling.
Note: Optimus Primal has a model like Combiner Wars Optimus Prime. Rhinox has a model like Combiner Wars Rook. Tigatron has a model like Combiner Wars Breakdown. Rattrap has a model like Combiner Wars Groove
Someone call the cavalry?
Rattrap and Rhinox look over the body of one of the dead Allicons.
Sharkticons on Cybertron. How’s it possible?
The hows can wait for later. We’ve gotta move.
Optimus gives Dinobot a hand getting to his feet. Dinobot clutches the wound in his side.
4 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Rhinox is right. Do you have shelter?
There will be no shelter from this.
6 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Maybe not, but we’ve got a better chance of making it if we stick together.
Rattrap steps up to Optimus’ side, protesting. Optimus gives him a glare.
What are you, nuts? I ain’t helpin’ this stinkin’ Pred!
8 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Shut up, Rattrap.
A shot of Airazor (in her alt-mode), who is flying above the buildings. We can see buildings in the background on fire.
Note: Airazor has a model like Combiner Wars Powerglide
Optimus, you’ve got incoming.
10 RADIO (OPTIMUS PRIMAL)
You don’t want to know.
Optimus and the crew on the ground transform to their alt-modes and tear away down the street.
12 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Let’s move it, bots.
An external shot of a dilapidated, bombed-out old building. This whole area of Cybertron is in a similar condition. This part of the planet hasn’t seen the same prosperity as others since the end of the Great War.
1 DIALOGUE PANEL (MEGATRON)
With the planet sufficiently distracted, we’ve been presented an opportunity to accelerate our plans.
Inside the building, three figures are silhouetted against a wall of computer screens casting an eerie blue light in the chamber which is just as dilapidated as the outside of the building, with wiring hanging out of the ceiling. All three figures stand with their backs to the readers -- they are Blackarachnia, Megatron and Terrorsaur. Blackarachnia and Megatron are studying the screens which show footage from around the planet and the battles in the streets. Terrorsaur looks up at Megatron, protesting.
Note: Megatron has a model like Generations 2015 Leader Megatron. Blackarachnia has a model like Generations Chromia. Terrorsaur has a model like Generations Scourge
Distracted?! It’s gone to slag!
Yes, but as usual, Terrorsaur, you fail to see opportunity when it presents itself.
An angle across the three figures. Megatron is leaning in closer to study the screens. Blackarachnia is looking down as she types into an interface. Terrorsaur looks at Megatron with a glare.
It’ll be in lockdown.
For which we’ll be relying on your skills, Blackarachnia. But with an invasion in full-swing, I’m willing to bet it will be unguarded. Get to work.
Megatron is walking away from the wall of screens. Terrorsaur walks behind him, maintaining his protests.
We can’t go out into that!
Those archaic beasts should be of no concern to you. If history tells us anything, it’s that Sharkticons can’t fly.
Megatron is nose to nose with Terrorsaur, an anger-filled glare all over his face. Terrorsaur recoils from the ferocity of Megatron’s words.
Being eaten alive is nothing compared to what I will do to you if you fail in your part of the plan.
Now find me a ship.
Megatron is holding a small communication device, through which he speaks with Inferno, but turns it off halfway through his response. Scorponok stands at Megatron’s side. In the background, Waspinator has placed a consoling arm around the shoulder of Terrorsaur as the two of them leave the chamber.
Note: Scorponok has a model like Generations Hoist. Waspinator has a model like Generations Scourge
Inferno, begin the final stage of excavations.
At once, my-
13 SFX (TURNING OFF DEVICE)
An angle looking up at the Predacon Citadel. We can see three figures looking out of a window near the top. They are the Tripredacus Council, though we can’t see them in much detail.
Note: Sea Clamp has a model like Combiner Wars Scattershot. Ram Horn has a model like Combiner Wars Brawl/Nosecone. Cicadacon has a model like Combiner Wars Skydive
1 DIALOGUE PANEL
We’ve been here before. All of us.
A closer shot of the three figures, looking in through the glass at them. We can see them in greater detail. They stand sternly looking out. Behind them, Tarantulas mans a computer terminal at the wall.
Note: Tarantulas has a model like Combiner Wars Rook
2 DIALOGUE PANEL
Slaves to the cycle of war and peace, invasion and rebellion.
(Flashback) Four Sharkticons, in a formation similar to the Tripredacus Council and Tarantulas in the panel above, stand in a Cybertronian street. They are fighting Autobots and Decepticons.
3 DIALOGUE PANEL
History would say that the darkest legacy of Quintesson occupation was the division of Cybertron’s population -- a line down which the planet would later be torn.
4 DIALOGUE PANEL
History is only partly right.
(Flashback) A street is littered with dead Autobots, Decepticons and Sharkticons. A lone Autobot stands with one foot on the dead body of a Sharkticon. He is holding a sword. He’s won, but his body language is remorseful. He is looking up at the sky where Quintesson ships blast off into space.
5 DIALOGUE PANEL
The devastating irony of Cybertron’s emancipation was that that those the inhabitants were made to fight against were once their brothers. But after an age of enslavement, the planet’s desperation for freedom justified such a sacrifice.
(Flashback) On an alien world, Sharkticons swarm forward, overwhelming the inhabitants who are trying to flee.
1 DIALOGUE PANEL
Blind in our shells of teeth and anger, we were an expendable resource fuelling the brutal spread of Quintesson control, though their eye never strayed far from Cybertron.
(Flashback) A small Proto-Matter Predacon charges forward next to a larger, G1-scale Predacon. The small Predacon is holding a shield on which is emblazoned the Predacon insignia. The small Predacon is only about as tall as the large Predacon’s knee.
2 DIALOGUE PANEL
Plans for its reclamation were given life by the rise of a new faction.
Back in the present, we have a tight shot of the three faces of the Tripredacus Council members as they glare down at the streets below.
3 DIALOGUE PANEL
War and peace. Invasion and rebellion.
An angle looking down over the Council members’ shoulders. We can see the streets burning below. The Council members are looking back over their shoulders as a voice has caught their attention.
4 DIALGUE PANEL
Today, we break the cycle.
5 QUINTESSON JUDGE (OP)
The three Predacons have turned around. A Quintesson Judge, two Quintesson Executioners and three Sharkticons have entered the chamber.
1 SEA CLAMP
My Lord. It is our honour to present: Cybertron. You return to this world a conqueror.
2 QUINTESSON JUDGE
An irrelevant formality, but has an official offer of surrender been received?
It is only a matter of time.
4 QUINTESSON JUDGE
Be sure it is.
At the computer terminal against the wall of the chamber Tarantulas wrings his hands together evilly. The Judge and his cohorts stand at the window looking out.
5 QUINTESSON JUDGE
Tarantulas, signal the fleet.
Oh, at once. Ti-hi-he-heh...
7 QUINTESSON JUDGE
The transformation of the populace will commence upon its arrival.
8 SEA CLAMP
The Judge looks down at Ram Horn with its Death Face.
9 QUINTESSON JUDGE
Freedom has never suited the Cybertronians. The planet is to be returned to its former glory.
10 RAM HORN
And our fate?
11 QUINTESSON JUDGE
The restoration of your autonomy will be a curious footnote in the reclamation of this world -- that a mere five were able to bring it to its knees. But it was only ever a means to an end, and with that end achieved, we have no need for its continuation.
Two red laser tracers target the chest and head of one of the Quintesson Executioners, who is the only one of the group to notice.
Decitor foresaw this. He likened individuality to vulnerability.
13 QUINTESSON JUDGE
Yes, tell me of Decitor. Your report was lacking in-
Two laser blasts hit the Quintesson Executioner who was being targeted by the lasers. He is killed instantly as the blasts hit his chest and head.
1 RAM HORN
Decitor was killed.
The second Quintesson Executioner receives two laser blasts, killing it.
3 QUINTESSON JUDGE
What is happening?!
The three Tripredacus Council members stand at the front. Ravage, who is de-cloaking, and Tarantulas, stand behind them. An imposing five figures.
Note: Ravage has a model like Combiner Wars Breakdown
Freedom gave rise to ambition. But not Decitor -- he remained resolutely loyal and because of this, he was removed.
The Quintesson Judge barks a command at the Sharkticons, but they round on the Judge, eyeing it off like prey.
6 QUINTESSON JUDGE
Sharkticons, destroy them!
7 SEA CLAMP
No, they won’t. Even under all the suppressive programming, they can feel the shift.
The Quintesson Judge is backed up against the glass looking out onto Cybertron as the Sharkticons encroach on it.
8 QUINTESSON JUDGE
You are nothing without your fifth component!
9 SEA CLAMP
We are remade. We are whole. We are...
The combined form of Predacus, sword in hand, is an imposing figure to be seen.
Predacus brandishes its sword threateningly at the Quintesson Judge.
You stand here, exposed, answerable only to us. How do we judge you -- guilty or innocent?
The Sharkticons launch themselves at the Quintesson Judge, biting it. The Judge is thrown backwards through the glass.
5 QUINTESSON JUDGE
Predacus stands in the shattered window frame, looking out evilly.
Cybertron is ours.
Tigatron and Rattap lead the convoy of Maximals and Dinobot through a street at high speed. In the background, Sharkticons are in hot pursuit.
Oh man. Is it just me or are these streets gettin’ narrower?
I have every faith in Airazor, Rattrap. You should too.
Looking directly upward from beside Tigatron, we can see Airazor flying high overhead.
What I wouldn’t give to trade my wheels for some wings. I’d have high-tailed it out of here by now.
Then we should be thankful that you are not our guide. Where you would flee, thinking only of yourself, her actions are selfless, risking her life to find us safe passage through the storm.
Cheetor speeds up alongside Tigatron and Rattrap at the front of the convoy.
Risk? The storm ain’t up there!
I’m not so sure. Look!
A group of Sharkticons are scaling the outside of a building. They are nearly at the top. Airazor can be seen flying towards them. She makes a sharp turn to avoid a Sharkticon which has leapt from the building with jaw and arms wide, trying to attack her.
7 RADIO (OPTIMUS PRIMAL)
Airazor! Evasive manoeuvres! Get out of there!
The Sharkticon claws at Airazor, taking out one of her wings.
A shot from behind Tigatron, who speeds forward along the street. Overhead, Airazor smokes from her damaged wing as she plummets towards the ground.
Tigatron transforms and catches Airazor just before she would have hit the ground.
Tigatron hits the ground hard and skids, but cradles Airazor safely.
Optimus and the crew, all in their robot modes, crowd around Tigatron and Airazor, having caught up. Rattrap looks over his shoulder with a look of fear.
Optimus and the crew are surrounded by Sharkticons. Tigatron cradles Airazor’s body in the middle of the group, but still has his blaster raised in one hand. Dinobot has his sword up and everyone else also has their blasters raised but they have no hope of fighting their way out.
I hate to say it, but we’re trapped like-
An angle looking up at the crew. They are looking down as the ground underneath their feet cracks.
An angle from above. An enormous hole has opened up in the ground. Optimus and his crew tumble down into the darkness. The Sharkticons stand on the edge of the hole and look down.
The inside of the Maximal Data Archive is darkened, with only red emergency lighting on the walls illuminating the chamber. Adorning the walls are odd pieces of technology and artefacts from Cybertron’s past. There is a set of shelves with more artefacts on it.
1 INFO PANEL
Maximal Data Archive
The artefacts on the shelves begin to shake as large cracks appear in the floor of the chamber.
2 SFX (FLOOR CRACKING)
Inferno, in his drill alt-mode, bursts through the floor of the chamber. The artefacts on the shelves topple over from the vibrations. Alarms begin to sound.
Note: Inferno has a model like Generations Twintwist
3 SFX (INFERNO BURSTING THROUGH)
4 SFX (ALARM)
Megatron climbs through the hole. Inferno, now in robot-mode, looks to Megatron, very concerned.
We are betrayed!
6 SFX (ALARM)
Back in the dilapidated control room, Blackarachnia is busily typing into the controls. The many computer screens show (amongst other things) the inside of the Maximal Data Archive.
7 RADIO (MEGATRON)
It’s not my fault blender-head came through in the wrong part of the building.
Scorponok joins Megatron and Inferno in the Archive having climbed through the hole in the floor. Megatron speaks into his small communications device.
1 RADIO (BLACKARACHNIA)
There. Quiet as a crypt.
Good. Continue to monitor our progress and report on any developments.
Megatron looks around the chamber proudly, eyeing it like a conqueror.
Deserted, as I suspected. When the future of the planet is at stake, the past is left to fend for itself.
I’ve dreamed of walking these halls. Cybertron’s history, locked away, too dangerous for its own good.
Both Scorponok and Inferno salute as Megatron gives them orders.
Inferno, guard this area. This could be our only means of escape.
Scorponok, see what gifts the Maximals may have for us.
Megatron walks off into the relative darkness of the chamber.
As for me -- I will chase a myth.
An angle from high inside a vast, dark, cavernous, metallic chamber. Far below we can see the very small figures of Optimus and his crew, as well as Dinobot. The only light comes from the headlights on their bodies.
Whoa! Where are we?
Somewhere old. Somewhere deep.
Airazor is weak and unsteady on her feet. She leans on Tigatron for support. Optimus and Rhinox look on concerned.
3 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Wherever we are, we have to keep moving.
4 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
How’s our patient?
Airazor stumbles as she tries to take a step. Tigatron and Rhinox catch her. Optimus and Rhinox look at each other.
7 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
You may have to carry her.
If the lady is to be carried...
With Rhinox supporting Airazor, Tigatron transforms into his alt-mode. Optimus smiles.
... then she shall ride in style.
10 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Well that’s just prime.
Optimus points at Dinobot and Rattrap. Rattrap is standing next to Dinobot, who is still crouched on the ground, gripping his wound and clearly in pain. Cheetor, with blaster drawn, gives a thumbs up. Rhinox helps Airazor onto Tigatron’s roof.
11 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Cheetor, take point.
12 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
You two, optics sharp and cover the rear.
You heard him -- on ya feet, Pred.
Rattrap glares at Dinobot, who tries to painfully get to his feet.
Let’s get this straight -- one wrong move from you...
Dinobot is now standing upright and towers over Rattrap threateningly. This doesn’t stop Rattrap from pointing a finger up at Dinobot. In the background, Rhinox looks on.
Just try it.
Cool it, you two.
Rattrap elbows Dinobot in the large wound on his side. Dinobot coils in pain.
Dinobot hits the floor in great pain. Rhinox places a hand on the shoulder of Dinobot. Optimus gives Rattrap a glare as he approaches, but Rattrap gives a shrug, bemused.
I barely touched him!
Just leave me.
Rhinox and Optimus bring Dinobot to his feet, supporting him on either side.
9 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
I thought Predacons were meant to be made of sterner stuff.
Your friend needs urgent aid.
11 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
She’s not the only one. And besides, we’ve lost enough good bots today, so let’s roll out.
The same angle as the preivous panel, but a blindingly bright white light suddenly fills the chamber. Optimus tries to shield his eyes from the light.
With Optimus and the crew just small silhouettes in the foreground, the glowing yellow orb of Vector Sigma is filling the large chamber with white light.
1 VECTOR SIGMA
Vector Sigma welcomes you.
Optimus, still shielding his eyes, steps forward from the group.
3 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
Great Vector Sigma, we need help. We have injured.
A shot from behind Optimus as he continues to walk forward and away from the group.
4 VECTOR SIGMA
We are all injured, but it is not help you seek -- it is what you bring.
5 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
I don’t understand.
An extreme close-up of Optimus’ eyes, which reflect Vector Sigma’s yellow orb.
6 VECTOR SIGMA
Our world is in danger. In this time of war...
A panel of complete whiteness.
7 DIALOGUE PANEL (VECTOR SIGMA)
... you must unite.
A shot of a street from a wide angle. Maximus Prime and his squad (in the foreground) are firing at Predacus and some Sharkticons who are engaging some troops further down the street.
1 RADIO (LYO)
Maximus, reports are coming in about a new bogey in your sector. Keep an eye out.
2 MAXIMUS PRIME
Way ahead of you, Lyo. We’re living it live!
3 MAXIMUS PRIME
Direct anyone still functional to this location -- we’ve got to make a stand!
A tight shot of Predacus’ upper body as it looks down the street. It is smiling evilly even though it continues to receive blaster fire.
You have no answer for an army of Sharkticons. Spare the lives of those you command.
Predacus looks back over its shoulder as a voice catches its attention.
7 AXALON (OP)
The combined form of Axalon (made up of Optimus Primal (torso), Cheetor and Tigatron (arms), Rhinox and Dinobot (legs) and Rattrap (chest)) strikes Predacus with a double-handed uppercut, reminiscent of Optimus Prime’s punch to Megatron in TF:TM (1986).
In the background, Predacus hits the ground. Axalon has drawn its blaster, which is formed by Airazor. In the foreground, Maximus and one of his troops exchange a look.
10 MAXIMAL TROOP
Is that with us?
11 MAXIMUS PRIME
The badge says so. Let’s clean up the rest.
Axalon stands behind Predacus. It has one arm around Predacus, grabbing its neck. Axalon’s other arm is holding one of Predacus’ arms out straight at the side.
You cannot destroy me!
No, but I will tear you...
Axalon tears the arm of Predacus from the torso. Predacus roars in pain.
Axalon hits Predacus with its own dismembered arm, knocking it to the ground.
Axalon, with one foot on Predacus’ chest, points its blaster (Airazor) squarely at Predacus’ head. Axalon is still holding Predacus’ dismembered arm.
Maximus Prime’s troops surround Predacus, which lies stricken on the ground. Axalon begins to disassemble.
1 MAXIMUS PRIME
Maximals, this planet owes you a debt of gratitude.
Not all the parts are Maximal...
Axalon is completely disassembled now as Optimus and his crew stand proudly. Optimus places a hand on Dinobot’s shoulder.
3 OPTIMUS PRIMAL
But they are equal.
The five members of Predacus are now disassembled also. They sit on the ground under guard of Maximus Prime’s troops.
4 OPTIMUS PRIMAL (OP)
Today may be remembered as the beginning of a stronger, united Cybertron.
5 MAXIMUS PRIME (OP)
I wish I shared your optimism.
An extreme close-up. In the reflection of the Voyager Golden Disk, we can see just the eyes of Megatron, with a smug but evil leer.
6 DIALOGUE PANEL (MAXIMUS PRIME)
I fear what greater damage may have been done.
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