Transformers: Prime

2x10 - Armada

Ohh, my head gasket.

What the...?

The 'Cons warship?

Whoa!

Ratchet, don't ask how I got here ... long story.

Ratchet, you copy?

Oh, scrap.

Stealthy...

Stealthy...

Starscream?

Why is it that every time I return to my old stomping

grounds, I find an Autobot roaming the halls?

Don't tell me you came crawling back to Megatron.

Hardly, now out of my way.

Scream, you got to show me the way off this boat.

Sorry, too busy.

- Look, when you needed help ... - As I recall, we bartered.

So unless you have anything of value to offer me, step aside.

The exit... now!

I may have given Arcee a free pass when she and I last met...

Aah!

...but I won't hesitate to skewer you as I did a certain Cliffjumper.

Perish, Bulkhead.

This is for Cliffjumper! For Bumblebee!

For everything.

You left me no choice.

What I would not give to have wings again.

Ah, just as I left it ... the Harbinger. Things are finally looking up.

A laboratory?

And it's functional.

Protoforms.

Bulkhead to base. Picked up a strong reading ...

I'm gonna go check it out.

Let's see.

Transference of binary bonding, submolecular infusion ...

the formulas seem straightforward enough.

Well, my little lumps of clay, you look like you're ripe for the molding.

Let's give cloning a whirl, shall we?

Uh, no sign of activity.

Give me life!

Ahh. Like-minded company... at last.

Energon? Boxed and ready for pickup?

Scrap!

Aah!

Esteemed members of my armada...

You now stand upon the very precipice of glory...

to meet the destiny which I have so tenaciously worked toward.

Dynamic leadership of the Decepticons.

Eh, uh, I am delighted to hear that we are on the same page.

- We are as one, commander. - We share your memories...

- Your very feelings... - Even your insatiable quest for power.

I see. Fortunately, the Harbinger's

tracking systems have remained synched with Megatron's warship.

Of course, we shall require a means of reaching the ...

You can transform? Eh, uh, of course, you can.

How else would you fly to the ship?

That was a test, which you all, eh, passed.

Now take flight and snuff Megatron's accursed spark!

Ohh, my head gasket.

Spread out. Keep to the shadows.

Any one of us is an instant target aboard this warship.

But to be seen together would sacrifice the element of surprise.

Whoever manages to find Megatron first, report your position.

Starscream?

I cannot wait to savor the vivid details of Megatron's demise.

Aah!

What is happening?

This is for Cliffjumper! For Bumblebee!

For everything.

Aah! Ow! Ow!

My genetic code provides my clones with a T-cog I no longer

possess, and all I get is their agony?!

A com unit.

Bulkhead to base, do you read?

Do you copy?

Hey, what... you stupid com tech. Is this thing even on?

Halt!

A Decepticon beacon. At last.

Devoted servants, the time has come for the ultimate retribution.

Optimus, no word yet from Bulkhead, but I am detecting

some rather curious subterranean frequencies.

Of earthly origin?

I do not yet know what they are, but I do know where.