02x11 - Graduation Exercises

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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.

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.

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 Robots in Disguise Robots in Disguise Robots in Disguise Windblade, have many of your caches been compromised over the years? 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! 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.

An impressive collection.

This is one of my larger stashes.

Nothing appears to be missing.

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! Just a bunch of pee
-wee pushovers.

I don't think even an army of 'em could dent my Maintain fire, soldiers.

Don't let the enemy catch its breath.

Just what every general dreams of.

A chance to prove himself against the best on the field of battle! 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 att*ck the enemy from their flank! Move! Huh? Master! Bot down! Press the advantage! Move it, move it, move it! You can't get to him! Hang back! But our Master needs us.

Drift.

Use the control panel to lock yourself in the freezer.

Let's go.

You think I'm gonna let your battalions link up? What am I, some wet
-behind
-the
-gears corporal? This way.

I hope they just stopped for lunch Hop on! 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 m*llitary 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.

You may consider your nonexistent options.

Do not take long.

A reinforced b*mb shelter.

Keeping our enemies out, but trapping us inside.

Optimus to Drift and Sideswipe.


- Are you all right?
- 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? 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 att*ck.

Additionally, my legs have been damaged.

It will be some time before I am able to walk.

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.

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 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? Stockade.

The most decorated general in the Decepticon army.

He tried to stage a m*llitary coup but failed.

The only time he was ever conquered in battle.


- Until you defeat him, of course.


- 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.

Drift, what's your status? Unchanged.

I am securing weapons from Windblade's cache in case Stockade's troops att*ck.

Is there a base address device, similar to the one Stockade is using, in your location? Yes.

Can you reach it? They've had enough time to make their decision.

Prepare to fire! General Stockade.

I speak to you from inside the weapons storage chamber.

Finally! 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.

What? What did I say? Any large energy signatures from inside there? Hup
-hup
-hup.

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! Hup
-hup
-hup
- hup
-hup
-hup.

Hi, guys.

How's the w*r going? Hup, hup, hup.

Oh, right.

You're wondering where my friends went.

Now we'll show you how the big bots do it.

Base to field team! Why haven't you brought me that 'Bot yet? Respond.

Respond! Slick wouldn't let us down.

Field team, respond! Respond! I knew it was a bluff.

Open fire! Hey, Optimus, Windy, room service? What's the plan? We could not disable the door's magnetic field lock from inside.

We're attempting to force it open.

A little help would be appreciated, Slick.

Your wish is my command.

The field is down! Advance! Your minions will no longer thr*aten our Master, Stockade.

They are nothing! Go through them! Master! Master Drift.

Many thanks, Master.

Good work, Sideswipe.

Now stand clear.

Someone's definitely feeling better.

Come.

The others need us.

Fight, you goldbricks! I trained you better than this! It's only one wounded Autobot and two juvenile Mini
-Cons! Not "only" them, Stockade.

Unh.

Prepare to be defeated by your better, Optimus Prime.

Prepare to be deeply disappointed, Stockade.

Huh? You've got to teach me those moves.

A temporary defeat I shall return Not any time soon.

Master! Hey, Drift Ow! Three times in one day? Excuse me, Sideswipe.

I mistook you for another unintelligent enemy.

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.

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.

Then let's start with you, Drift.

Unh, no! Put me Unh, I can Ah.

How disrespectful Autobots, the time has come to go home.