Transformers Prime Beast Hunters: Predacons Rising

DIN

We have endured bitter hardship and countless battles..

but at long last, our home planet has been restored.

We would not be standing on

Cybertronian soil were it not for the valiant efforts of both

those assembled here.. and our absent comrades

Ratchet, who remains on Earth to safeguard our human friends,

and Cliffjumper, who made the ultimate sacrifice.

But on this day, at the dawn of a new era, we gather to bestow

a special honor one earned by Bumblebee.

Through his bravery and devotion to the cause of peace,

long before, he rid this universe of the scourge of the Decepticon warmonger.

Megatron.

Megatron!

Megatron!

Unicron?

I do not understand. Why am I not one with the Allspark?

Do I yet live?

You do not, yet you cannot join the Allspark because my

lifeblood once flowed through your veins.

- Dark energon. - It binds you to my

- Anti-spark. - Optimus Prime used the Matrix

of Leadership to imprison you within the Earth's core.

So how is it that you speak to me now?

The foolish Prime rendered only my material form dormant.

But my energy form was roused from slumber when I sensed

the awakening of an ancient rival across the cosmos.

Primus. so, it would seem that Optimus succeeded in restoring

Cybertron after my demise.

I now wish to finish what I began eons ago, and for that, my

Anti-spark requires a vessel.

- So... I will live again? - Only to serve me.

Your husk will simply be an instrument of my will.

In the company of your fellow Autobots, in the presence of our

creator, Primus, the living core of our planet, and by the

authority vested in me by the Matrix of Leadership,

Bumblebee...

-arise a warrior. - Nice work.

- Warrior, big time! - You go, B.

Let's get this party started!

Welcome to the club, B.

Warrior today, and who knows? Prime tomorrow?

Slow down, Smokey. I'm not sure I'd wish a Prime's

- responsibility on anyone. - I am sorry to interrupt your celebration.

- Here it comes. - Primes never party.

-but I must take my leave of you. - Sir, may I ask why?

Though Cybertron is once again able to support life,

our planet is currently incapable of generating new lives

Not until I retrieve the wellspring from which all

life on Cybertron is born and ultimately returns...

- The Allspark. - You mean it isn't here?

Nor has it been, Smokescreen... not for thousands

of years. As the war for Cybertron reached

a tipping point and the Decepticon army appeared to be

unstoppable, I opted to safeguard the Allspark from

Megatron by covertly sending it to a distant sector of the galaxy.

The Matrix of Leadership will enable me to guide us to its present location.

What are we waiting for? Let's take the warship

- and bring it back. - These remain dangerous times, Bumblebee.

We cannot leave Cybertron unsecured

not with Starscream and Shockwave unaccounted for.

Not to mention our stray Predacon.

Ultra Magnus, you will supervise patrols to find and

capture the fugitive Decepticons.

- I would be honored. - Bulkhead, you will lead the

reconstruction effort. Begin by building a landing

field to welcome returning refugees.

Wheeljack, I will require your extensive experience

- navigating deep space. - When do we leave?

Megatron: Super-luminous space drive. Impressive.

One of many upgrades that I've made to your limited

corporeal form and wholly necessary to reach Cybertron.

So... we are to rule together, as one?

You will rule nothing!

I travel to Cybertron for one reason only

- to destroy Primus personally. - But... to destroy Primus...

- is to destroy Cybertron! - Thus will begin the new

age the age of chaos!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! How are you gonna attach the

cladding when the framing structure's incomplete, huh?

Labor issues?

- Any news of our fugitives? - Just signs of recent

scavenging in former Decepticon installations.

The 'Con warship can't detect their life signals?

Shockwave must have found a way to shield or disable them.

I'll feel better when that gruesome twosome are locked up

with the others.

Okay, you got my attention. What do you want?

We're prisoners of war. We have rights!

When are we going to have access to an oil bath?

Well, when are you gonna tell me where I can find your pals?

I told you before, Shockwave had

dozens of secret labs hidden across Cybertron top-secret.

A shame. Your finish is looking pretty drab.

I don't know where they are, I swear!

But I have an idea where you might try looking.

Well, someone may want to think about renaming

the sea of rust. I'm just sayin'.

Though I was hoping more of us would be rushing back here

to see it you know, now that it's all bright and shiny.

Cybertron will populate in time, kid.

You have to remember refugees could be returning from

light-years away.

Movement. Two contacts at .84

Approach with caution.

My name is Ultra Magnus. Are you Autobot or Decepticon?

Neither.

Predacons!

Phase beats flame every time!

Scrap!

Bumblebee, I need an emergency ground bridge, stat!

Hang tight, chief. I'm getting you out of here.

Where's the patient?

He is suffering from

a multitude of internal injuries, most quite severe.

So, anyone care to explain what two more Predacons are

- doing on Cybertron? - I thought Optimus said new

life wasn't possible without the Allspark.

I'm no authority, but something tells me cloning old bones

doesn't constitute new life.

Shockwave's been playing in his lab since the war.

- Why stop now? - Doesn't matter where those

beasts came from. We got to take 'em down.

If Shockwave's back in business, there could be more of

- them a lot more. - We need to call Optimus.

Really, Bulk? And interrupt his quest to save

the future of our race on Cybertron?

Why send the Allspark to Theta-Scorpio,

one of the most hazardous star systems in the galaxy?

Precisely to deter Megatron from searching this region for it.

With all the gamma bursts and planetoid collisions out here,

how can you be sure it survived?

The Allspark itself is comprised of pure energy.

In order to contain it and launch it off-world, Alpha Trion

forged a vessel capable of extracting it from the ether.

it is this indestructible reliquary we seek.

Well, I'll try not to scratch the paint on this tub,

- but no promises. - We cannot risk being stranded

if our ship is damaged. It is best that you remain here,

- Wheeljack. - You're the boss.

Watch your step.

- Who made him leader? - He did snuff Megatron.

I'm not leading.

- I'm scouting. - Fair enough.

But you do realize we're nowhere near where we found those

- Predacons, right? - We're not looking for those

Predacons. I followed this energon trail,

which means he was wounded...

And I know we aren't the ones who wounded him.

Whoa. You mean we've been tracking...

...Predaking?

Hold fire!

Recognize this, Predaking?

You served aboard Megatron's warship.

Surely you're familiar with this little treasure from

his vault the Immobilizer.

It causes instant stasis-lock, though the victim remains fully

conscious a living death.

But we didn't come here to fight, your highness.

Then why have you violated my refuge, Autobot?

We need answers. Do you know of any other

Predacons currently on Cybertron?

Indeed legions of them. Behold my subjects

a countless multitude, rendered extinct ages ago by the great

cataclysm, unearthed by the shifting of plates during our

- planet's restoration. - Yeah, well, me and

Ultra Magnus just about got scrapped by two living

Predacons. Know anything about them,

- your highness? - Two? Where?

We came to ask your help in finding them.

- For revenge? - No.

Optimus Prime would deem it a tragedy to stain Cybertron's

fresh soil with any newly spilled energon.

So help us prove what Megatron was never willing to that

more than one race can peacefully coexist on our planet.

You assume that because I turned against Megatron, I can forgive

the Autobots their role in the destruction of my brethren on Earth?

Leave me be and dare not trespass here again.

I have returned, partner. I trust you haven't strained

yourself tinkering in your lab while I was toiling in the field

like a common drone? I mean, I seem to supply old

bones faster than you grow new clones.

Starscream, given our lack of infrastructure and frequent need

to relocate in order to avoid detection, it is not logical to

expect greater productivity at this point in time.

At least your new clones lack the arrogance of your last

effort the one who named himself "Predaking"

Be careful, you clumsy brutes! Where have you been?

Gutting Autobots.

What?! You were ordered to avoid all

contact with the enemy!

- I don't hear you laughing now, Darksteel. - We weren't followed.

Fools! Now that they know of your

existence, we have lost the element of surprise!

The Autobots are weak.

They fled like cowards. We have no need to fear them.

Perhaps, Skylynx, but we must not underestimate them, either.

their treacherous scout was able to fell the mighty Megatron

- rest his Spark. - As such, it is paramount that

we harvest the CNA necessary to clone more of you