02x08 - Nemesis Prime

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At ease, soldier.

Go around, you jerk.

That's no road rage.

Someone's trying to bump me off.

Prime? Prime, have you flipped your metal wig? - Yes! - Go! Go! Go! - Metal to the pedal, Miko.

- Go, Jack, go! No way! Raf's scorching us.

Prime? Do you read me? I'm sorry, Agent Fowler.

Optimus isn't here at the moment.

Then I'll take that as a confirmation that he's presently trying to run me off the road! Agent Fowler, that hardly seems likely.

Tell that to my burning treads! Come on.

Come on.

Prime, no! - Looks like Optimus.

- Primes don't run.

You all right in there? At ease, soldier.

Yes, that's it.

Follow the light.

Wait.

What? Not the best choice of words, Ratchet.

Arcee, are you all right? Sure.

Except for being blindsided by Optimus.

Didn't I tell you? - Impossible.

- I'm only reporting what I saw.

Why would Optimus try to knock off Agent Fowler? Maybe Optimus believes he's a Decepticon all over again.

Or he's been faking being a good guy all this time.

If Prime has gone off the rails for any reason, we have a serious problem.

This is absurd.

A quick check for Optimus' signal will reveal that he's nowhere near the location of tonight's incident.

In fact he's just returning now.

Is something wrong? We were just wondering where you've been.

We haven't been able to reach you.

I have been outside of our communication range Come on.

It's our guy.

Can't you tell? We're sorry.

Don't blame them, Prime.

I was att*cked earlier tonight out on the open highway by a big rig -- one that bore a striking resemblance to you.

Halt! This is a restricted area.

Exit the vehicle, or we will open fire.

I am Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots, and I bring you this message.

Fowler.

What?! That's not possible.

I can tell you sure as there are shorts it isn't him.

Alden m*llitary base is under att*ck by Optimus Prime.

- The truck? - The 'Bot.

Fire! Fire! There.

They brought reinforcements.

Resume fire! Autobots, return to base.

We must not inflict human casualties.

No, General Bryce.

Optimus Prime did not att*ck our boys.

Because I was with Prime when I received the alert.

Yes, sir.

The autobots were at your base, but only in response to the initial att*ck.

But, sir, I -- Yes, sir.

I understand.

So, what's the damage? All m*llitary personnel are under strict orders to destroy any and all 'Bots on sight.

Are you kidding?! - But th-they're innocent.

- Optimus was framed! Though unfortunate, the m*llitary order changes nothing.

Our imposter clearly poses a grave thr*at to humanity.

A 30-foot-tall transforming imposter.

They actually did it.

Those butchers managed to cr*ck the code.

M.

E.

C.

H.

Sir, any parallax or latency issues? The telepresence interface performed flawlessly.

In vehicular and robot mode.

M.

E.

C.

H.

abducted Breakdown and by all indications, deconstructed him from cranial chamber to heel strut.

I was there.

And we know that, more recently, they obtained Starscream's T-cog.

Which they evidently installed in a knockoff of you.

Which, in turn, scanned an appropriate vehicle form.

- Fill the t*nk with Energon - and say hello to Nemesis Prime.

So, where do we start? M.

E.

C.

H.

's base could be anywhere.

Not necessarily.

While M.

E.

C.

H.

may have learned much of our biology They haven't necessarily absorbed our technology.

Without access to a ground bridge, Nemesis Prime would rely solely on its vehicle mode for transportation.

Chances are the M.

E.

C.

H.

base is within driving distance of both incidents.

What are we waiting for? Let's get out there and mash M.

E.

C.

H's little science project.

Agent Fowler, I do not think it advisable to put yourself in harm's way of M.

E.

C.

H's robot again.

Well, I'm not sure it's advisable for 'Bots to be running recon with the m*llitary out there gunning for you.

We will maintain vehicular cover until absolutely necessary.

Nothing but tumbleweeds.

Just a whole lot of empty.

Bumblebee, proceed with utmost caution.

Reconnaissance only.

We will rendezvous at your coordinates.

The autobots are persistent.

Time to meet their match.

Bumblebee.

Be on your guard.

My double could be anywhere.

I'm sorry.

What? Bumblebee.

Do you read? Fan out? And beware of anything that might resemble me.

If I can isolate the control frequency of the remote link Silas is employing, I should be able to pinpoint his exact position.

Remote link? You didn't think M.

E.

C.

H.

possessed the ability to build a completely autonomous robot, did you? I was hoping Silas would be operating the 'Bot from inside because one punch from Bulkhead, and booyah! Aha! Frequency isolated.

Then reopen that bridge.

Agent Fowler, did you not hear Optimus advise against your involvement? It's for your own safety.

Look, doc, I don't plan on dancing with any 'Bots, but there's a human element in play here, and in case you haven't noticed, I happen to be a highly trained, government-grade human.

Yeah.

Plus, Silas tried to run him off the road.

It's personal.

Optimus Prime.

We meet again.

- The deception ends here, Silas.

- Does it? I think I'm gonna toss the breakfast I ate back in flight school.

Agent Fowler, the control frequency is transmitting from a structure 100 meters due north.

Copy that.

My robot chassis possesses all your strength, speed, and firepower.

Add my extensive combat training, and M.

E.

C.

H.

has clearly achieved the perfect meld of man and machine.

But the key difference between you and me? My body can't feel pain! This is just the beginning.

Imagine an army of transforming robots.

No one will stand against the newly rebooted M.

E.

C.

H.

Think again, Si.

Agent Fowler in the flesh at last.

And I'm pulling the plug on your video game.

Ex-m*llitary? Special tactics.

You? Army rangers.

Retired, clearly.

I may be out of shape, but I don't need to bust you up.

I just need to buy Prime a little time.

No.

No! No! No! Nooo! Agent Fowler? That would be our boys.

I advise you to get back to base, Prime.

I'll handle uncle sam.

So, how weird was it to see someone who looked exactly like Optimus kicking the scrap out of you? It's a sight I won't soon forget.

The question remains whether M.

E.

C.

H.

will continue to function as we know it without its leader.

Well, here's the kicker.

We sifted through the wreckage with a fine-tooth comb and couldn't find any trace of Silas.

The internal damage to his organs is massive and beyond the scope of conventional medicine.

Fortunately for our leader, M.

E.

C.

H.

is anything but conventional.