02x02 - Episode 2

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I said we'd get it up and running…

And we will...

In good time.

We're not paying you for the ship!

The ship's for me. You get the cargo.

Now, do we have a deal or not?

Agreed.

Agreed.

Agreed.

Agreed.

Agreed,
but make sure the restraints hold.

We cannot abide heroics.

There are no heroes on this ship.

Have the energon ready when we arrive.

Deliver the prize undamaged

and you will get every…

Please come in.

Oops.

Magnus?

An excellent soldier, like you.

I apologize for Starscream.

He will be dealt with.

Are you going to m*rder him too?

You're upset.

You're slaughtering
your own people for energon!

I am preserving our race!

The few of us who are left
must stand united

against the fate
that Prime's recklessness sealed for us.

So, yes,

my Project Nemesis sacrifices a few,

but it is so that generations may live.

We're not yours to sacrifice.

Why didn't you leave
with Prime on his Ark?

I think you disagreed
with Prime's actions.

You believe the divide
between our two factions

is antiquated and pointless

in the face of certain extinction.

And so do I.

If we agree on so many things,

why are we opponents?

Don't confuse ideals with ideology.

It's our actions that define us,

and yours make me sick.

I thought the world of you back then.

If you think that because I knew the hero
I would absolve the monster…

…you really are insane.

Get out!

What is Project Nemesis?

Salvation.

Don't look at me like that.

- Huh?
- Finally!

Top speed to Chaar!

Ramjet, Dirge,

we'll see you and the fortune
at the rendezvous…

In one piece
if you can manage it this time.

Huh…

Where's the ugly one?

Hey! Yellow is sporty!

You sh**t me, you sh**t your pal.

Whoa!

What happened to honor among thieves?

We sold it…

To the highest bidder…

Autobot.

Mercenary scum!

- Bumblebee…
- Huh?

Stand down.

But Prime…

You are outnumbered.

Stand down.

Yellow.

This was fun. Let's do it again.

Hmm.

Ticktock, Autobot filth.

- What did he tell you?
- Nothing useful.

I don't think
he's told his own Decepticons

why he's harvesting their energon.

They must be building some kind of w*apon.

To use on who?

I hate to break it to the Decepticons,

but they've already won the w*r.

Not yet they haven't.

There's still some spark
left in my circuits.

Yeah, but…

Ticktock.

Move!

That symbol you wear…

You are of the Mercenary faction?

There are no factions out here.

Do you know how long we were adrift?

I don't know.

It doesn't change
the bounty on your heads,

and that's all I'm here for.

Only thing more valuable than you

is the Allspark.

And what if I told you
we have the means to find it?

Hmm. Save it for Deseeus.

Anybody home?

Can't say I feel all that welcome.

But you are, my children.

Most welcome.

A Quintesson?
I thought they were a myth.

Not anymore.

We should be up there with him.

Prime can handle himself.

Do you know who I am?

I know what you are. That is enough.

Contempt? Remarkable.

But mistaken.

Long ago, your race toiled

under the abject cruelty
of the Quintesson Empire

until the day one magistrate took a stand.

I freed your race

and gave you the power
to fight your oppressors and win.

It is I, Deseeus the Renegade,
Breaker of Shackles!

I knew from the start
that you are more than menial laborers,

so I devised a simple solution.

I would help you transform

from servants
to masters of your own destiny.

Incredible, isn't it?

The power of transformation
is granted to us by the Allspark.

Allspark! Allspark!

What's taking so long
with that energon, Deseeus?

It's coming!

- Is it?
- They already paid!

No, I didn't!

Patience, Doubledealer, while I reach…

Consensus.

Scrapping Quintessons.

Tell me this, Deseeus…

If you are our great liberator,

the Breaker of Shackles,

then why are we in chains?

Advanced reasoning.

Unexpected.

And unfortunate.

Nothing a little reformat won't fix.

Too dangerous!

Execute them!

Slowly!

Make them suffer!

No! This was settled.

- Was it?
- Yes!

I need them.

What is it you need from us?

All in due time.

First, a new consensus must be reached.

Come on, Red.
Can you drop the barriers or not?

I've tried everything I know.

Hmm.
Can we send a distress signal?

To who?

HQ is deserted,

and no one's heard
from Omega Supreme since…

Crystal City fell.

We are on our own.

Then we'll have to make a break
when they come to retrieve us.

That's cutting it awfully close,

seeing as
they'll be retrieving us for execution.

The odds are bad, I… I know,
but we don't have a choice.

- Already?
- Stay close.

When the moment's right,
I'll give the word.

I wouldn't squirm.

These things chafe like a glitch.

You know, it could be worse.
We could be with Megatron.

I don't understand what we're doing.

And what is that sound?

Patience, Bumblebee.

This Quintesson seems paralyzed
by a need for consensus.

We can use it to our advantage
that they are in total conflict.

Yeah, we need to strike… now.

When the time is right.

For now, we are safe

as long as Deseeus
continues to deliberate.

You know what? I think I hear it too.

Yeah. What is that?

Please! If the Council sees that a…
a peaceful faction has emerged,

their fears might at last…

Consensus!

Come to gloat?

No, I have a proposal.

Join me.

Project Nemesis needs leaders…

leaders like you.

I still don't even know
what your Project Nemesis is.

I told you.

Salvation.

And I promise, with you at my side,

our people will not simply survive,

they will flourish.

Prime took you for granted, Ariel.

I would never do that.

And my friends?

I want you.

And I need them.

Unfortunately…

So do I.

If there is anything left
of the champion

who clawed his way up from these pits,

of… of the hero who thought to fight
for all of his people,

if there is truly a spark of goodness
left in you, Megatron,

there is another way.

You could join us.

I'm afraid their fate is sealed,

and so is yours.

Not everyone
deserves redemption.

I would rather die believing that they do.

Till all are one.

You're free.

All of you, go.

It's our turn to save you.

The power won't be off for long.

Let's go!

I, uh… have to say, Deseeus,

I like the new look.

Uh, now, I believe you owe me...

Nothing, you insolent fool!

Leave with your life and be glad of it.

We had a deal, Deseeus!

All six of us!

Well, it's just the two of us now,

and I say the deal's off!

I'm not going anywhere
till we get paid!

I would sooner destroy you.

Yeah?

You and whose army?

Mine, you imbecile!

You are making a mistake.

- There goes stealth mode.
- What are you doing?

They'll be here any second.

Run!

I'm no Autobot sympathizer,

but that doesn't mean
I agree with what's going on here.

You have to get
these Decepticons to safety.

Now…

Punch me!

What?

You have to punch me
so they don't think I just let you go.

I got this.

You heard him! Run!

I'll have Starscream's head!

Without the Autobot infusion,

we must consider harvesting
another Decepticon sector.

Do it! I don't care where.

Lord Megatron,
an incoming transmission.

Not now!

It's…

From the Ark.

What did you just say?

One mind. A singular focus!

This is how it should always have been!

We are innocent, Deseeus.

Perhaps a demonstration
of how we deal with the innocent.

Bring me the ugly one.

Oh, come on!

Let him go.

Wheeljack!

Mirage! Hound!

No!

Get to your ship!
We'll hold them!

Hmm. We owe you a debt of thanks.

You don't owe us anything.

Just tell me
that you really can find the Allspark.

We can and we will.

Autobots, transform and roll out!

Till our paths
cross again, Prime…

Good fortune.

Stations, everyone!

We learned an important fact today.

Megatron has not found the Allspark.

So, we have an opportunity.

And we have the means.

Prepare for launch.

Lord Megatron, please reconsider.

Deviation from the stated mission
of the project jeopardizes...

I said, now!

The Nemesis.

Our salvation.

Built and fueled by the sparks

of a thousand Autobots.

And Decepticons.

She was to be an Ark

to hasten the search for a new world...

New world be damned!

We now have a greater mission.

I have learned that Optimus Prime,

the m*rder*r of Cybertron…

lives.

This Nemesis will be the chariot I ride

to Prime's annihilation.

Easier said than done, mighty Megatron.

How will we even find Optimus Prime?

Hmm…

I already have.