02x05 - At the Last Second

[bunniefuu]

Ok...

Hmm?

Oh, hey. So I think
you're... Uhm...

Ok, what happened
to Rodimus Prime?

Permanent vacation.

Whatever, glad you're here.

Do you have any idea how it
is Metroplex can suddenly...

sh**t flames from his eyes?

I might. I'm going in closer
to see if I'm right.

Stay outta range, kid.

Kid?

Stay in it, Metroplex! I'll give
that story robo-lizard...

something else
to think about!

Metroplex, we don't
have the power!

- Can you hang on until...
- There is no time, Emissary.

You must leave
me while you can.

Damn it!

Rodimus!

Starscream?

Metroplex!

Don't! There's nothing
you can do!

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry!

Huh? Get clear!
Something's happening!

That's a Titan Master!

Move it, lead sled!
Move it!

Kid, this is gonna
get a lot worse.

How is that even possible?

No, no, no!

Make tracks!

Trypticon can do that now?

Titan Masters transfer their
abilities to their hosts.

Emissary gets plugged in,
Trypticon breathes fire.

Obey me, creature!

Now!

Mistress of Flame, before you
redline your temperature gauge...

I'm only here to talk about
one of your favorite topics:

Religion.

Well, I suppose I should bow my
cab and say a few nice words.

But who am I kidding?

Megatron?

It's me, Mistress.

Victorion and the Combiners...

Did they awaken...
Fortress Maximus?

I don't know anything about that.
Who did this to you?

Overlord.

Overlord?
That bot's back?

Not hard to guess why after
the last b*ating I gave him.

Still, he's got a rotten
sense of timing.

As I'm sure you'd agree.

- What are the chances that...
- Destroyed Trypticon?

Not good.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna get that Titan
Master outta Trypticon.

All by yourself? Trypticon just
took missiles to the grill.

We can't b*at him!

No, but Fortress Maximus can.
And Emissary is the key.

Ok, so what's our plan?

Uh, our plan?

Maybe you just hang here and
set up the victory parade.

Oh, like he doesn't put his wheels on
one tire at a time like the rest of us.

Think of a plan.
Think of a plan.

Ok, Windblade, if you're
coming along, I need a favor.

No, I will not paint your portrait
at your moment of triumph.

Throttle back, I just
need a distraction.

That, I can do.

- Windblade!
- Go ahead.

Get ready for a
midair rescue!

We'll be coming out
of a different opening.

Which one?

Not sure, but I'm really
hoping it's above the waist.

Yee-ha!

Yeah!

Scrud.

There's not enough time
for me to get to you!

We don't need time!
We just need him!

Huh?

Hot Rod!

Ow!

Nice work, soldier.

Thank Caminus you're ok!
How damaged are you?

Just get Emissary to Fortress
Maximus and do whatever it takes...

to wake that Titan up.

Alright, alright, we're going. But I'm
sending for Ratchet to patch you up.

Yeah, I'll take you up on that.

Now get outta here.

We weren't formally introduced.

- I'm--
- Windblade. Cityspeaker.

We Titan Masters have
heard about you.

Really? Well, ain't I
a fan favorite.

Oh, great.

Howdy.

I'd offer you a
chair, Overlord, but...

Oh, that's ok. Thanks. I've been
sitting most of the day anyway.

Come to pick over the scraps?

Not a lot of pleasure in offing
someone who can't fight back.

Well, not for you.

Suck my exhaust pipe!

Ooh, yeah. You're gonna do nicely.

Do what? Kick your hatchback?

No, no, no. I'm not
here to fight you, boy.

There's just something
I'd like you to carry.

And then, I'm gonna watch
the sparks fly, literally.

Huh?

Yeah, this oughta put
some paint on your hood.