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.
Wake up, wrecker.
Time to smelt.
Commander starscream wanted you conscious
So you'd know precisely who ordered your execution.
Where is screamy?
Doesn't have the bearings to do this himself?
Jump.
Hey, are you a flyer?
Okay, I'll jump.
Thought so!
Yee-haw!
Thanks for the ride.
This is how you handle things?
Wheeljack is not the first prisoner
To escape starscream's care.
Actually, master, I allowed wheeljack to escape.
You what?
But the autobot's every move,
His every word, will be monitored.
Thanks to a simple tracking device implanted
While the prisoner was still unconscious,
Following the failed cortical psychic patch.
Now, all we have to do is wait, watch, and listen.
When the wrecker reunites with the other autobots,
My armada will strike.
He's gotta be here.
Ratchet! Ratchet. It's me, raf!
Uh, ratchet.
Go away.
You're interrupting my power down.
Come on, ratchet, we need your help to find the others!
We can't stop megatron, not anymore.
The war is over, and we've lost.
You're giving up? We can't just give up!
Then tell me what we can do!
Without communications, without a groundbridge,
Without a base of operations or resources of any kind.
Bee's right, we know starscream had access to a groundbridge
While he was operating solo.
Yes, yes, he'd clearly been using
The derelict decepticon ship, the harbinger.
What does that have to do with anything?
It could be full of cybertronian tech,
And it's probably abandoned again
Now that starscream's back with the 'cons.
Well, resources won't be of much use,
Not without someone to lead us.
It's a start!
Then you'll have to start without me.
This is someone else's fight now.
There is no one else, ratchet!
Just us! Just the team!
Please.
Just let me rust in peace.
Come on, bee.
I'm back.
I combed through every square micron of our old base,
I couldn't find ratchet's medical kit.
Not even a bandage.
The forge of solus prime.
It's gone too.
The 'cons picked the place clean.
Wait!
If you had the forge, you could fix yourself up!
Power of the primes!
Optimus, hang on just a little longer.
That hammer's gotta be somewhere in megatron's fortress.
Miko, wake up.
Why?
Someone's coming.
I'd know the hum of that engine anywhere.
Ha-ha, jackie!
Where ya been, buddy?
Catching up with a few old dance partners.
Good to see ya, kid.
Safe to assume we're the only three wreckers around?
So what are we waiting for? Let's do some damage.
What's our next move, jackie, circle back to base?
There is no base, 'cons blasted it to dust.
The dimwit played right into my hands.
All seekers to the flight deck!
We have pinpointed the enemy!
Attack, my armada!
We are at the coordinates, commander starscream.
Hold fast.
They are approaching your position.
Targets in range.
And boom.
Grenade!
He tricked us.
How'd you know the 'cons planted a tracker on you?
I figured the 'cons were up to something.
So I did a little poking around under my hood.
That's my jackie!
So, what's our next move?
I salvaged some munitions from the jackhammer
On my way out.
You thought that made a loud noise?
Just wait.
Hold it right there, bee.
And powering up!
Keep trying, we'll figure it out.
Yip-yip-ip!
You're mis-calibrating the energon transducer.
Ratchet!
Now step out of my way so I can work.
The last time things looked this bleak,
Optimus slipped me that keycard,
Something we could hang our hopes on.
I know you're feeling helpless, jack.
But this doesn't need to be your burden.
Stay behind me!
Jack, I don't think we're gonna need that keycard.
Meet ultra magnus.
So not only did you fail to destroy the autobots,
But you allowed their number to increase.
Is there no one who can bring me their heads?
If I may, lord megatron.
During my exile on cybertron,
I resumed work on a long-dormant project,
One that I believe may provide a solution
To our current problem.
Cyber-nucleic acid?
Shockwave: The building blocks of all cybertronian life.
This hails from a specimen I excavated upon our planet,
And has yielded promising results.
The autobots continue to evade us.
What makes you think we can afford to wait
For the answer to our prayers
To be birthed in some petri dish?
You misunderstand.
The subject has been fully cultivated,
And need only be transported from my laboratory on cybertron.
Then, by all means, activate the space bridge.
I present to you, my liege,
The ultimate autobot hunter.