Transformers One

Okay, let's see what we got here.

Seen it. Seen it.

What's this about?

At the dawn... dawn... dawn...

dawn... dawn... dawn...

Here we go.

At the dawn of time, there was our gracious and powerful creator,

Primus.

To protect our universe, he sacrificed his life force,

transforming himself into our planet,

Cybertron.

From within Cybertron's core,

Primus birthed the first Transformers

known as the Primes,

the most powertul Transformers, appointed to lead and protect future generations.

To assist them, Primus created an entity of great power,

the Matrix of Leadership.

The Matrix, there it is. Okay. Good. Come on. Keep going.

With the Matrix in the Primes' possession,

Cybertron's natural power source, Energon, flowed in abundance,

sustaining life across the planet.

Attention! Unauthorized movement detected in archival vault. Sector J-3.

KDQ-12 to KDK-1 . Breaching archives in ten seconds.

For generations, there was peace and prosperity

until the Matrix of Leadership was lost,

causing Energon to no longer flow.

Why does every legend about the Matrix end right there?

One of these has to say what happened.

Halt, criminal! Prepare to be detained!

-Halt, criminall Prepare to be detained! -Hey there.

Uh-oh.

-Freeze! -Get down!

Well, hello, guys. Yeah, I'm so glad you're here.

Which way is the exit? I must've taken a wrong turn.

It's that defective mining bot, Oreon Pix!

-Orion Pax. -Who cares?

We told you to never come back here!

-Why are we all yelling? -I'm gonna smash you!

Hold on. Hold on. No need for violence.

How about this: I run away, you chase me. We play that game, huh?

Come on. You're bigger, faster. It'll be fun.

He doesn't have a cog. Let's give him a head start.

Why not? It's not like he can transform.

Oh, yeah?

Well, watch this.

Get him!

Something that flies. Something that flies.

Prepare to be detained! Halt, criminal! Prepare to be detained!

Halt, criminall

Come on! Start! Come on!

No, no, no, no!

There he is!

So long, suck--

Energon.

Evening, everyone. Pardon me.

-It's Orion. -Seriously, again?

Okay.

Hey, fellas! Thanks for the head start. Want to give me another one?

-You're dead! -I'll take that as a no.

Hey! Watch where you're going!

What did you say, no-cog?

Sorry, sir, I didn't mean you.

I was referring to the bot who was behind you.

-Where'd he go? -The filthy red and blue bot?

Has a big mouth, squeaky joints, gives off a corroded metallic stench?

-Where is he? -He went that way.

When I get my hands on that bot...

All right, all clear.

Listen, D-16, I may be a Iittle rusty, but "corroded"? That is too far.

Let me guess. Chased out of the archives?

Yeah. I had to jump out of a window this time. Almost died. It was wild.

And digging through ancient data is worth dying for?

Yes, it is.

I need a new best friend.

If there are clues in our recorded history

that can help locate the Matrix of Leadership,

they're in the archives.

Sentinel Prime, the Sentinel Prime, is up on the surface right now

risking his life for us in search of the Matrix.

That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm trying to help him.

Yeah, okay.

The sooner Energon flows again, the sooner we won't have to mine for it.

Don't you want to choose your own path, do whatever you want?

We're miners. We mine, that's all.

No, there has got to be something more I can do.

-I can feel it. -Oh, yeah?

Like the time that you had a "feeling" you could transform without a cog?

You said you were never gonna mention that again.

It took me three days to pry you open. Your feelings get you in trouble.

Yeah, yeah.

-Just trust in Sentinel Prime. -I do trust in him.

Hey, if we did have cogs--

I'd transform into a shovel and beat you.

I don't like how fast you answered that.

But listen. If you did beat me,

I couldn't give you this awesome Megatronus Prime thing I have here.

-It's cool. I'll give it to someone else. -What Megatronus Prime thing?

It's nothing. Just a, you know, mint-condition Megatronus Prime decal,

first edition.

What?

If you don't want it, I can just throw it away.

Throw it away? That's not funny. Let me see.

Wait. Don't grab. You're gonna crease it.

You know, Sentinel says Megatronus was the--

The strongest Prime to ever live. I know, buddy.

-Looks good on you. -It's really cool.

-Thanks. -Always got your back.

No matter what.

Approaching sublevel station. Stand clear ofdoors.

Mining teams, prepare to unload.

Metal to the pedal, drill bits. This is it.

How much Energon have you mined under my leadership?

So much, Elita-1 !

And how perfect is my mining record?

So perfect, EIita-1 !

We are a mere 30 units of Energon away from my promotion to supervisor.

Are you happy for me?

So happy, Elita-1 !

Elita... I mean Captain. .. you are looking especially shiny this morning. New polish?

Orion Pax, I'm sorry that I somehow gave you the impression that we're friends.

Apology accepted.

Light up that wall! Let's go! Ten seconds!

Happy to take the Iead today, Captain.

Feeling Iike I have enough power in me to drill down and touch Primus myself.

You don't have the touch or the power.

Ready positions, rust buckets! Let's go!

She's in a good mood today.

-You ready? -Always ready.

Let's punch in.

Here we go. This one won't be open Iong. Brace it up!

Here we go! Bridge!

Brace up!

Lower channel is open.

Drill power on max!

Low bridge!

Drill it out!

I tapped a vein!

It's unstable! We got to go. We got to move!

Evacuate!

Everyone out! Evacuate immediately! The tunnel is closing.

I repeat, the tunnel is closing!

-You with me, D? -On your six! Keep going!

Look out!

Jazz is stuck!

Elita, we've got a trapped miner. I'm falling back to assist.

Negative. Do not break protocol. Evacuate!

We're gonna need more lift.

It's closing! Just grab your pack and go.

Yeah, good idea.

What? No, I didn't mean it!

Pull him clear!

Pax, what's happening?

Nothing much. Just normal protocol-following stuff. It's all good.

That's not good.

Orion Pax, could you please exit the tunnel of death?

Elita, it's about to get messy out there!

Go, go, go!

Run! Run!

-Hurry! -We're not gonna make it!

Come on! Go, go, go!

What the hell, Pax? I told you to evacuate.

-I did, eventually. -If I get fired because of you--

Oh, please. They're not gonna fire you.

Elita-1 , you're fired.

What? Why? I followed protocol to the letter.

That is true. I was the one who broke the rules.

No one asked you!

Darkwing, please, I've worked too hard for this.

You are no-cog bots with limited options.

Report to waste management immediately.

Waste management?

Elita...

Next time, why don't you stop and think before you ruin someone's life?

I'm sorry!

-Hey, Darkwing! -Don't do it.

I may not have a cog, but my finger can transform. Guess which one?

I'll give you a "limited option."

Excuse me, sir. Allow me.

I apologize on his behalf for the--

Why?

That really hurt.

What'd you expect? He's metal.

You know you were out of line, talking back to a superior Iike that.

Darkwing was out of line. He deserves it.

Aren't you tired of being treated like we're nothing?

He had every right to hit me. I interfered.

Hey, and I appreciate you having my back.

I'm glad you were there with me to get punched in the face. That was fun.

Anytime, buddy.

Attention, all sectors.

Stand by for a live transmission from Sentinel Prime.

-He's back? He's back already? -Maybe he found the Matrix.

Is it on? Okay, thank you.

Hello, my fricnds.

Hello, Iacon Cityl

Hello to our saviors,

the industrious miners who toil selflessly to maintain our Energon reserves.

I celebrate you.

Humility and presence! That's leadership! Nobody does it better!

Once again, I have narrowly returned with my fleet