( dramatic theme playing )
Runnin' strong today, OP!
Starting to feel a little better, huh?
I have felt my strength returning
in recent weeks, Sideswipe.
But that is not the reason for my urgency.
Windblade, are there any new readings?
Initial reports are confirmed, Optimus.
The security shield
protecting one of my hidden supply caches has been engaged.
But I can't tell if there's been a breach.
Stay alert and be ready for combat
at any moment, my students.
( dramatic theme playing )
Apart from the broken gate,
I do not detect any obvious signs of activity.
Proceed cautiously, Stealth Team.
That way.
Master Drift, Jetstorm was wondering--
We were wondering!
We were wondering, respectfully,
if you felt we have progressed enough in our studies
to perhaps begin making tactical decisions for ourselves?
We have fought many Decepticons.
We feel we are ready.
Yeah, Drift! The little guys can't spend their whole lives
at the end of your leash!
My students will complete their training when I decide.
And when I make that decision,
I will not require assistance.
Don't worry, guys, you're breaking him down, I can feel it.
STOCKADE: Autobots in Grid 14. Excellent!
Moving to Stage 2 of Operation: Break-In.
Perhaps they'll succeed where we could not,
and then we'll claim our spoils and destroy them!
♪ Transformers ♪
♪ Robots in Disguise ♪
( roars )
♪ Robots in Disguise ♪
DRIFT: Windblade, have many of your caches
been compromised over the years?
WINDBLADE: No. None.
I've stashed weapons and supplies all over.
My security systems have always held.
Whatever security you put up
doesn't look like it's still here, Windy.
I'll take the point, in case something-- Unh!
( suspenseful theme playing )
Oh, thank you for taking the point, Sideswipe. Ha.
What hit me?
Look at the wall out of the corner of your eye.
Tricky.
Light-benders in there keep the force field
and the controls almost completely hidden.
The field should be dark blue.
It's taken light damage, but it hasn't been breached.
OPTIMUS: An impressive collection.
This is one of my larger stashes.
Nothing appears to be missing.
DRIFT: Is it safe to leave your supplies here?
Should be. But I want to repair the force field before we go.
And we should see if anything in there
might be of use to us when we-- Unh!
( dramatic theme playing )
( soldiers grunting )
( all grunting )
Just a bunch of pee-wee pushovers.
I don't think even an army of 'em could dent my--
( grunting )
Maintain fire, soldiers. Don't let the enemy catch its breath.
( all grunting )
Just what every general dreams of.
A chance to prove himself
against the best on the field of battle!
( all continue grunting )
We have to close the freezer door, unh,
and re-activate the security system, unh,
before these 'Cons get in there
and load up even more on weapons!
Drift. You're the closest. Can you reach the door to close it?
We shall try. Students, return to me.
What did you say, Master? It is too loud.
We will attack the enemy from their flank!
( growls )
( all grunting )
( dramatic theme playing )
DRIFT: Move!
SIDESWIPE: Huh?
( screams )
Master!
Bot down! Press the advantage!
Move it, move it, move it!
( groans )
You can't get to him! Hang back!
But our Master needs us.
( all grunting )
Drift. Use the control panel to lock yourself in the freezer.
( grunting )
Let's go.
( grunting )
You think I'm gonna let your battalions link up?
What am I, some wet-behind-the-gears corporal?
( grunts )
( both grunt )
This way.
I hope they just stopped for lunch...
( soldiers grunting )
SIDESWIPE: Hop on!
( both grunting )
( soldiers continue grunting )
( dramatic theme playing )
( all yell )
( all yell and grunt )
I take it back.
Those peewees are no pushovers.
Quickly!
Attention, Autobots.
This is General Stockade.
In addition to our own firepower,
we have copious amounts of ordnance
raided from human military installations.
You will either surrender and grant me immediate access
to the weapons storage unit your injured comrade occupies,
or you will all be destroyed.
STOCKADE ( over PA ): You may consider your nonexistent options.
Do not take long.
A reinforced bomb shelter.
Keeping our enemies out, but trapping us inside.
Optimus to Drift and Sideswipe.
Are you all right? SIDESWIPE: Yeah, sorta.
I think we're in an armory, but all the weapons are long gone.
The building's seriously reinforced,
so Colonel Crackpot out there
is gonna have a heck of a time getting in.
What about Master Drift? Is he...?
DRIFT ( over comm ): Unh. I am inside Windblade's cache,
and the security system is active.
However, I do not believe the force shield
can withstand a sustained attack.
Additionally, my legs have been damaged.
It will be some time before I am able to walk.
OPTIMUS ( over PA ): Understood. Sideswipe, I assume our enemy
is keeping watch on our doors.
How long would it take you to escape by other means?
You mean carve my way out with my Decepticon Hunter?
This place was built
to hold off everything short of nuclear weapons.
I'd say a couple hours. If I'm lucky.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Yes. We would say the same here.
Optimus to Scrapyard. Do you read me, Fixit?
Optimus Prime, what a pleasant supplies--
Surmise-- Surprise!
How are you? Is your weather pleasant?
Here, it's sunny with a chance of--
OPTIMUS ( over comm ): We are pinned down, Fixit.
Can Bumblebee's team provide assistance?
Negative, Optimus.
Bumblebee and his team are on a mission
and interference at their location
makes it impossible for me to contact them.
Can you give us information on a Decepticon named Stockade?
( computer beeping )
FIXIT: Stockade. The most decorated general in the Decepticon army.
He tried to stage a military coup but failed.
The only time he was ever conquered in battle.
Until you defeat him, of course.
OPTIMUS ( over comm ): Thank you, Fixit.
I'll continue trying to contact Lieutenant Bumblebee.
Please do. Optimus out.
Ah. Sounds like the best 'Bot to ask
for advice on our situation is on the other side.
You forget, Windblade.
I've been leading troops into battle for a long time myself,
and I know a few things about tactics.
Such as how to buy us some time while we plan our escape.
( grunting )
OPTIMUS ( over comm ): Drift, what's your status?
Unchanged. I am securing weapons from Windblade's cache
in case Stockade's troops attack.
OPTIMUS: Is there a base address device,
similar to the one Stockade is using, in your location?
( suspenseful theme playing )
DRIFT: Yes.
OPTIMUS: Can you reach it?
They've had enough time to make their decision. Prepare to fire!
DRIFT ( over comm ): General Stockade. I speak to you
from inside the weapons storage chamber.
Finally!
DRIFT: Among the items stored here is a "doomsday device"
that can destroy this planet and all life on it.
Let my teammates and me go
and depart this place, or I shall detonate the device.
He's bluffing.
Run another scan on the cache.
I don't hear any fighting. Huh.
Major Disaster must have gone for it.
I would give anything to be in that storage chamber.
As would I.
What are you two talking about?
Master Drift's injury and predicament are our fault.
Because he saved you and took a hit? Knock it off.
No, because he ordered us to un-deploy onto him,
and we acted as if we did not hear him.
If we had followed his order,
perhaps he would not be hurt.
We wanted to show we could operate on our own.
As a result of our deceit,
the Master is hurt, and we have brought shame upon him.
And ourselves.
We would do anything to make up for our error.
Big deal, you made a mistake.
We'll get out of this.
Promise me you won't try to fix things
by staying with Drift your whole lives.
You've got a right to make your own road.
Mini-Cons like you can choose to deploy
from any Autobot that's willing to take you.
You don't have to partner with Drift forever.
( dramatic theme playing )
What? What did I say?
( percussive theme playing )
Any large energy signatures from inside there?
Hup-hup-hup.
SIDESWIPE ( over PA ): Yo, Corporal Punishment!
This is one of your prisoners in the building across the way!
If you promise not to hurt me,
I'll tell you everything I know
about Autobots here on this planet.
I think Slick has something up his arm plating.
That's valuable intel!
Bring that Bot to me. Double time!
But take all precautions. It could be a trick of some kind.
Move it, move it, move it!
( action theme playing )
Hup-hup-hup- hup-hup-hup.
Hi, guys. How's the war going?
Hup, hup, hup.
( all soldiers grunting )
( jaunty theme playing )
Oh, right. You're wondering where my friends went.
( dramatic theme playing )
Now we'll show you how the big bots do it.
( soldiers grunting )
( all grunting )
Base to field team! Why haven't you brought me that 'Bot yet?
Respond. Respond!
Slick wouldn't let us down.
Field team, respond!
( suspenseful theme playing )
Respond!
( soldier grunting ) ( computer beeping )
I knew it was a bluff. Open fire!
( grunting )
( dramatic theme playing )
( soldiers stop grunting )
Hey, Optimus, Windy,
room service?
( clanging )
What's the plan?
We could not disable the door's magnetic field lock from inside.
We're attempting to force it open.
WINDBLADE: A little help would be appreciated, Slick.
( slashing )
Your wish is my command.
( grunting )
( soldiers grunting )
( dramatic theme playing )
The field is down! Advance!
( both grunt )
Your minions will no longer threaten our Master, Stockade.
They are nothing! Go through them!
( soldiers grunting )
BOTH ( in unison ): Master!
( suspenseful theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( all grunting )
Master Drift.
( bomb beeping )
Many thanks, Master.
( dramatic theme playing )
( Sideswipe grunting )
Good work, Sideswipe. Now stand clear.
( grunting )
( dramatic theme playing )
Someone's definitely feeling better.
Come. The others need us.
( groaning ) ( clicking )
Fight, you goldbricks! I trained you better than this!
It's only one wounded Autobot and two juvenile Mini-Cons!
OPTIMUS: Not "only" them, Stockade.
( dramatic theme playing )
Unh. Prepare to be defeated by your better, Optimus Prime.
Prepare to be deeply disappointed, Stockade.
( both grunting )
( grunts )
( dramatic theme playing )
( yells )
( both grunting )
( gulps )
Huh?
You've got to teach me those moves.
( all grunting )
A temporary defeat...
I shall return...
( groans )
Not any time soon.
BOTH ( in unison ): Master!
Hey, Drift-- Ow!
Three times in one day?
Excuse me, Sideswipe.
I mistook you for another unintelligent enemy.
BOTH ( in unison ): Master Drift.
I am well, Slipstream, Jetstorm.
We will assist you.
No. You performed... admirably today...
without my guidance.
Your education is complete.
You are no longer my students.
Yes! But, Master Drift,
we do not wish to be on our own.
We wish to remain under your tutelage.
What?
Now that we have begun deploying from other Autobots,
surely there are many new combat techniques you can teach us.
Yes, 1035 of them.
Also, we ignored your earlier call to join with you
so we could fight on our own.
Clearly, we have not mastered respect.
Please, may we stay with you?
You may.
But this trend of disrespect concerns me.
And it will not be tolerated.
BOTH ( in unison ): Yes, teacher.
I will never understand them.
Anybody here need punchin'?
Grimlock!
We got back from our mission,
and Fixit said we really needed to get the GroundBridge working
'cause you were in trouble.
He was correct.
We have captives and supplies
that would best be stored in the Scrapyard.
And our master is in need of repairs.
GRIMLOCK: Then let's start with you, Drift.
DRIFT: Unh, no! Put me-- Unh, I can--
Ah. How disrespectful...
( soft theme playing )
Autobots, the time has come to go home.
( dramatic theme playing )