Transformers: Prime

Optimus prime: Previously, on transformers prime.

No, don't move or talk, just power down.

A new power dominates your world.

Any further attempts to attack me

Will be met with even greater force.

Miko!

No cell phone! You know the rules!

One text couldn't hurt, could it?

I realize optimus sent us all to different locations

To make us harder for the 'cons to find.

But if we don't know where in the world anyone else went,

How are we gonna find them?

You will tell me the location of your compatriots.

No matter what it takes, or how long.

Assemble a team, and disembark for cybertron immediately.

He lives?

Shockwave.

Lord megatron.

Shockwave, this is quite an unexpected turn.

I thought you'd perished on cybertron.

Yes, a-as did we all.

Reports of my demise were greatly premature.

A pair of autobots infiltrated my facility on cybertron,

Sabotaging my space bridge.

I gave chase,

But failed to accurately calculate the outcome.

I awoke in the rubble, blinded.

It soon became clear

That I was marooned on our dead planet,

With no means of communication.

In time, I repaired my wounds and resumed my experiments.

The solitude enabled me

To make tremendous advances in my research.

Until, one day, my instruments detected

A massive surge of unidentifiable energy.

I traveled to investigate its origin,

At the edge of the sea of rust,

Where I encountered your salvage team

And the smoldering wreckage of the omega lock.

But this was not the search party

I had anticipated, so long ago.

Leaving one unanswered question.

Why was I left for scrap? Abandoned.

Why?

The explosion, it's collapsed the power core chamber!

The last thing anyone witnessed

Was you charging into the space bridge portal.

No one saw you come back out!

I find your reply to be...

Logical.

But you will be pleased to know

That I avenged your seeming demise

By personally terminating the autobot, cliffjumper.

Careful, starscream.

You may dislocate a landing gear patting yourself on the back.

As megatron's first lieutenant,

Allow me to welcome you back to the winning team.

And allow me to clarify the new chain of command.

While starscream will retain authority

Over military operations,

Shockwave will be my first lieutenant

In charge of all scientific endeavors.

So you are saying,

We shall each report directly to you?

Affirmative.

Completely logical, my liege.

Hey, you hungry? There's a town up ahead.

I better not. I'm running low on cash.

Least you don't have to buy gasoline.

I'm pulling over anyway, need to stretch my legs.

Oh, yeah.

Arcee.

Team prime is scattered to the winds.

For all we know, you and I could be the only ones left.

I don't believe that, jack, and I know you don't either.

Maybe not.

But the decepticons outnumber us 100-to-1.

Aren't there any more autobots out there who could help?

The war for cybertron took a heavy toll.

But there were others who escaped in the ark.

So where are they?

Scattered to the winds.

So let's focus on getting back to jasper.

On getting team prime back together.

Nada, bee.

Just the same old rubber masks and bad cg.

But the usual conspiracy websites

Might be our only chance to--

Whoa! I found something!

It's ratchet!

Shockwave's toadying is so transparent.

Megatron's respect is earned by deeds, not words.

Useless, useless, useless.

Billions of cameras in the hands of those miserable humans.

One of them is bound to catch an autobot eventually.

Well, well, well. What have we here?

Lord megatron, I have found something of great interest.

Raf: The photo was taken yesterday,

In a junkyard outside woodland park.

I'd better scrub ratchet

And replace him with...

An autobot.

Wait! What? It was just here!

Surely one of you saw it!

Starscream.

You would do well to take a cue from soundwave on occasion,

And keep things to yourself!

"vow of silence." such a cop out.

Lord megatron,

Surely our autobot prisoner is a better source of information

Than this primitive data-net.

I will have you know, shockwave,

That I have been grinding wheeljack down for days.

If he knew anything, he would have spilled it by now.

Again, some prove to be better

At holding their tongues than others.

Perhaps you would have better results

If, instead of a club, you used a scalpel.

I recommend a cortical psychic patch.

I don't think he's coming.

Don't worry, miko.

Every wrecker knows the protocol.

Jackie'll show.

If he's still kicking.

Do your worst, doc.

I'm a wrecker. I can take it.

Trust me...

You, in fact, cannot.

The patch failed to yield any new information

On the whereabouts of the autobots.

Hmm, I see.

Then it would seem that wheeljack

Has outlived his usefulness.

With your permission, lord megatron,

I will see to his immediate termination.