Autobots, behind me!
Prime, the Decepticons are now docked. I've got reinforcements on standby.
-Just say the word and... -No, Ironhide!
Recall Ratchet's team, and keep everyone on the Ark until we secure the station.
That is an order!
Not a scratch! We need heavier artillery!
What's he doing?
Buying the rest of us time to escape.
-Do we fall back? -Those are his orders, right?
I didn't hear any orders.
Autobots, attack!
Don't worry, Prime. We got this!
No, Bumblebee! Get everyone to...
Optimus!
Bumblebee, no! You'll hit Prime!
Agh!
Optimus Prime is mine!
Megatron.
How did he know where to find us?
I guess when you trust a guy named Doubledealer…
More intruders!
More contagion!
- -Decepticons, clear a path!
Wheeljack, the explosives!
We need those charges to clear the Spacebridge!
Right now, we need them to survive!
But the Allspark!
Will remain lost if we fail to get off this station!
Our only way back to the Ark is past this beast
and back up to the docking ports!
Autobots, take cover!
No!
Go!
Not without you!
- I will be right behind…
Listen to me, Megatron!
The fate of our people is in the balance!
Why do you think I'm here?
- How I've longed for this moment.
Here I stand,
the leader of our people,
fighting for the survival of our home world,
and there you lay.
Take it.
Just try and strike me down.
There is still time to save Cybertron.
I have charted a path to the Allspark.
You're going to die here.
Nothing can change that now.
But if you really want to save our people,
then give me those coordinates.
All right.
- Have your fighting chance.
Tyrants!
Foul oppressors!
Feel the wrath of the last Scorponok!
- You all right?
Never better.
Thanks.
I guess that's one way to end a skirmish.
Bee?
- Wait. Are we… - Found it!
No, no, no, Wheeljack!
- -Agh!
Thanks.
If you two are done playing, we got problems over here.
The explosion triggered the blast doors,
sealing us in and cutting off all outside communication.
There's got to be an override, but this equipment is so antiquated.
Besides the atmospheric controls, I don't know what's what.
Do you think that… that Prime…
Optimus is fine.
Of course he is. He's a Prime.
Autobots, report.
- Get off me!
Where is Megatron?
He was, at the center of the blast.
So, he's…
Cheer up, my brothers.
We mustn't dwell on the end of one era
when there is another just beginning.
My first act will be to crush whatever is left of the Autobot rebels
and to personally return the Allspark to Cybertron.
What have you done?
Easy, Megatron.
Is something funny?
How did we get here?
The explosion must have blown us through the...
No…
I mean,
how is it that you keep cheating death
and leaving me
to suffer the consequences?
We have to get that girder out of you.
Why can't you just say it?
I…
was wrong.
I should not have sent the Allspark into the Spacebridge.
No matter what, it should have remained on Cybertron.
But believe me,
I am determined to bring it home again.
There won't be any home left.
You've been gone too long, old friend.
How did you get here to this station?
I built a ship.
You built a ship?
I had bots that built it.
Had? Where are they now?
I needed a way off our dying world.
A ship needs energon.
I culled what resources I could.
Culled?
You sound just like Ariel.
You mean Elita-1.
What is her condition?
She is dead.
I assume by now.
She was leading a nasty little rebellion back home,
but with thin ranks and thinner resources,
it was just a matter of time.
I tried to recruit her,
but there was still too much Alpha Trion polluting her circuits,
just like you.
Do you hear that?
Voices… on the other side of this wall.
- -Over here!
Can anyone hear me?
Those aren't voices, you idiot.
It's the environmental systems rebooting.
I do not know what atrocities you have committed to get here,
but the only way you will leave
is with my help.
It is time to set aside our disagreements
and work together.
No.
I would rather die in here than be carried out by you.
I will not let you die.
You are so weak.
The single best thing that could happen for you
and your idealistic crusade
is for me to die.
All you have to do
is not help,
and you can't even manage that.
You should have killed me back there.
You could have learned the location of the Allspark from any Autobot,
or even Teletraan-1.
Instead, you let me live.
Why?
Because you need me.
Ha!
Without me and my "idealistic crusade,"
you would never have amassed the power you now wield.
I gave you exactly what you needed:
a villain for your Decepticons to rally against.
But you still need me,
perhaps now more than ever.
So, here is my proposal.
I will help you out of this,
then you and I will retrieve the Allspark and bring it home together.
After that, we go our separate ways.
This will be painful.
- -Everybody else hear that?
- That sounds like... - Weapon!
- -Where's your boss?
- -We've had a change in management.
Decepticons,
I want this impure scum out of my sight!
Cease fire.
Optimus!
And Megatron.
I can't get the blast doors open, Prime.
The glyphs on here are ancient and untranslatable.
Is this what we do now?
Assist the filthy rebels?
I thought your mettle was stronger, Megatron.
But, of course, to look at you…
I still…
…function.
To what end?
Decepticons,
our formerly fearsome leader
has chosen to side with this Autobot pestilence against us!
Stay with me, and I will lead our kind
to victory and prosperity!
Should we get in the middle of this?
I don't know what this is.
Well, Megatron,
I've made my argument.
- What's yours?
He'll be back.
Now, where were we?
Autobots, transform and roll...
- Decepticons, attack! - Autobots, attack!
Yeah! That's it!
Aim for the head!
It's working!
Get off me!
Wheeljack,
Megatron requires repairs.
I, …
If we intend to survive,
we need everyone in this fight.
Lay still.
Optimus, stay back!
Contamination!
- -Corruption!
I…
am not your slave!
Prime, look out for…
Thank you.
I gave it fair warning
that you, Optimus Prime,
are mine to destroy!
We saved your life!
For the theft of the Allspark,
a clear act of genocide committed against your own kind,
for destroying our planet, our race and our entire way of life,
and mostly because I will enjoy it beyond measure,
I sentence you and all Autobot renegades
to a just and painful death.
Meting out judgment, old friend?
You sound like a Quintesson.
I am nothing like a...
Quintesson?
You are of the creators?
Creators?
They kept us as slaves,
forced us to work and fight one another for their amusement
until the day we fought them and won.
What are you?
Someone whose people never rose up,
never fought back against them.
Now my home is destroyed.
My family is dead.
You fought only for their amusement,
yet you still fight
because you've ruled against your opponents
and sentenced them to death
like a Quintesson judge.
- I am no Quintesson!
I am the last of the Scorponok!
We have to get to those doors.
I have an idea!
Now!
Prime!
Prepare for maximum warp!
What about the station?
I will not destroy it while Megatron is inside.
We will find another way.
That's more than he'd do for us.
Yes, Bumblebee. I believe it is.
Target all weapons at that station!
But Megatron and the others are still…
Megatron is dead!
I am taking command of this mission,
and I am ordering you to fire all weapons!
Won't that blow up the Spacebridge?
There's no way we'll be able to warp out in time to...
Farewell, Autobot scum.
And good riddance, mighty Megatron.
The Decepticons are charging weapons!
If they hit the station, it'll be anything but surgical.
Now, Ironhide!
Ironhide, where are we?
I don't understand. The warp drive never initiated.
According to this,
we're exactly where we were.