[Two Cybertronian spaceships warp into space and engage in aerial combat]
Cheetor
Hull breach in sector 7, guiding systems failing!
Oh man, this is ridiculous! We're an exploration ship, not a battle cruiser!
No choice. Our ship was the only one that could lock onto Megatron's warp signature.
Cheetor
Shields are doing a major fade!
Plasma cannons to full power.
[The Predacon ship Darksyde fires on all weapons on the Maximal ship Axalon as Dinobot torments about them]
Their shields are down. Destroy them!
Now, where's the fun in that? A little torment I think first. Yesss. Side Guns!
[Darksyde shoots up the side guns at Axalon, Maximals' screams]
Cheetor
Rapture. The stasis hold is failing.
Launch all pods, get them in the safe orbit. [Axalon releases all the stasis pods out of the Maximals' ship into the galaxy] ALL PLASMA CANNONS, FIRE!
[Axalon shoots at the Darksyde with the plasma cannons, Megatron screams two times and both ships split and crash land into different locations of the planet]
We don't have to do this, Megatron! There has been peace between the Maximals and Predacons for centuries! Why start this up again?
Peace perhaps on your side, Maximal scum, yes - but not on ours. Permit me to inform you that an enemy which appears to be peaceful may, in fact, be merely biding its time!
Cheetor
[Repairing his gun] Finally...
We Predacons have never abandoned our rightful goal of galactic conquest! No... we have merely been waiting for the right moment... to STRIKE!
Cheetor
You mean like THIS!? [Fires at Megatron]
Ahh, a treacherous, under-handed sneak attack. Oh-ho-ho, I like you, pussycat, yes... But it shall avail you not, no! For now the power gauntlet has been cast! Predacons, TERRORIZE!
Optimus Primal: MAXIMIZE!
[Tarantulas is preparing to feast on Cheetor]
Not long now. [Laughs evilly]
Cheetor
This is a dumb plan, web-face. I don't have any real blood, just mech fluid.
Oh, my filters will adjust. It is the act I enjoy more than the nourishment.
[from behind] Y'know, you are one sick bug, eight-eyes!
Heh heh, you got it! Now, what do you say you let my pal go?
[Rattrap has just lied to cover for Cheetor]
Cheetor
Hey, thanks for not telling them about...
Save it, kiddo. If I told Optimus about your little play date with Tarantulas, he'd kick my sweet pink butt too! And one more thing: if you ever pull a stunt like this again, I will personally rearrange your spots! Now... [sighs frustratedly] Get out of my way, I got garbage to munch. [Walks off]
Cheetor
[Smiling] And thanks for saving my life... pal.
Rattrap, you commanded well in my absence.
Err..... Command's a pain in the tail, especially with this pack of hyenas, you can keep it.
I'm more concerned with this probe right now.
[The alien probe suddenly disappears before the Maximals]
Cheetor
What the spotted heck was that all about?!
I don't know. I suppose they found out everything they needed to know about us.
Yeah. They know we've got destructive capability. And reasoning power.
But why would they want to know? And more importantly, who are they? Friends, enemies, or... something more?
Good question. I wonder when we'll find out the answer.
[An energon charged Terrrosaur has just decimated Megatron]
Megatron is scrap, yeesssss. I'm your leader now! Does anyone want to argue about it?!
[Hesitates for a moment] No, no, no, no!
Good, then charge yourselves for battle. The Maximals will be the next to TASTE MY POWER!
Cheetor
Ultra bad.
Open the stasis pod! [The Predacons open the stasis pod] WHA...T? [There's nothing inside] It's empty! Where is the Maximal?
Right here. [The Predacons turn and see one of the tigers facing them] Tigatron - MAXIMIZE! [transforms and fires at Megatron]
Cheetor
Let's do it!
[The Maximals open fire on the Predacons]
Beast mode! Retreat! RETREAT!
Cheetor
Rattrap... gone? No way. I don't believe it.
He was a difficult Maximal to deal with. At times, impossible. But I'll remember him with honor.
I won't disgrace his memory with lies! He was a stinking, omnivorous pestilence! Still, in some perverse way... I will miss him.
Sure, he smelled bad he was a rat but he was my best friend...
Cheetor
You were supposed to be his backup!
We were ambushed. And don't tell me my duties, furball, or you shall soon be occupying several recycling bins!
Cheetor
[Growls] Wanna try it now, lizard-lips?!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, here! As much as I'd love to see the both of you scrap yourselves, save it for my birthday.
[An infected Optimus Primal has violently emerged from the CR chamber]
Nobody...takes it off... Understand? You hear me?! I'LL BLOW YOUR SLAGGING HEADS OFF!
Cheetor
No, Big Bot!
[Rhinox restrains Optimus]
[Struggles] GET OFF OF ME!
I don't fear you... I DON'T FEAR ANY OF YOU!!!!!!
I thought that thing was supposed to turn him into a coward.
No doubt, that WAS its intention. But Scorponok is notoriously incompetent. I would say instead that we have...a berserker. Interesting...
Whoa... what do you suppose that beam was all about?
Cheetor
Some kind of signal?
A message! We were given a paradise! All we had to do was live there in peace! But we proved unworthy. And the paradise is no more.
Yeah, it's an old story. Maybe someday we'll learn.
Yeah well uh, pardon my pragmatism here in this you know, deep philosophical moment, but I'm a little more concerned about who got that message. You gotta know, they ain't gonna be real happy...
Cheetor
What do you think's there gonna do?
That, we're just going to have to wait and see...
You sure about this, chopperface?
I inflicted considerable damage on Tarantulas, he could not have gone far. And he will no doubt have the counter-virus.
Yeah? Well, you better hope so, for your sake.
Excuse me. Are you implying that the current situation is somehow... my responsibility?!
Well, you did start it, GEARHEAD!
I beg to differ, CHEESE LIPS!
[Cheetor listens to the argument at the Maximal base]
Cheetor
Sheesh, and they call me the immature one.