Sorry for the script format, just felt like the appropriate thing for a movie. Only about half-way through. TRANSFORMERS: THE GREATEST GENERATION BY ROY HARRIS FADE IN: EXT. SPACE ORBITING CYBERTRON ZOOM IN THROUGH the endless alien skyline of the largest city visible in the near ecumenopolis that is Cybertron, quickly settling on the top of a skyscraper where on a small landing platform is a gathering of robots of varying sizes and designs surrounding the mangled and dismembered remains of one particular robot, his scorched, decapitated head still adorned by a blue helmet with a pair of thick antennae on either side and the emblem of the Cybertronian Senate etched on the center of it. CLOSE UP ON a roughly fifteen foot blue and yellow robot, NIGHTBEAT, who scans the crime scene, the landing platform on the top of a building, a platform just large enough for ten occupants and the single personal aircraft that’s several yards away, making it safe for the six robots currently on it, but leaving little maneuvering room for them, and the whipping high altitude winds making it somewhat precarious at times. The small craft, one built to hold a pilot and one passenger is showing damage to the wings and fuselage, smoke still billowing from it. CUT TO shot from over Nightbeat’s shoulder of the lone access door opening to allow PROWL, a similarly sized though more powerfully built white and black robot, to walk out on the platform. The platform is thousands of feet above the planet’s surface, above a thin cloud line, something shown as Prowl nods at Nightbeat and walks over to him. PROWL So what have we got here Nightbeat? NIGHTBEAT It’s Emir Xeon alright. PAN TO the side to cover Prowl and Nightbeat converging on the largest collection of the corpse’s pieces. PROWL Who would dare murder a member of the High Council? CUT TO shot from over Prowl’s shoulder as he scans the high altitude platform, taking in the details. PROWL And perhaps more importantly, how? CUT TO Nightbeat shrugging. NIGHTBEAT I wish I knew, Prowl. Security logs indicate that Xeon was alone in the lift, alone in the short hallway leading from it, and alone passing through the door we all entered through. We’ve scanned down to the molecule, and that door is the only way on or off this platform without using an aircraft. PROWL So look into air traffic in this vicinity. NIGHTBEAT I have. There was nothing detected on aerial scans that could be any sort of aircraft. There was an unusual blip, but it was far too small to be any known transport. PROWL How small? I’m not aware of any aviaton able to traverse the wind currents at this altitude, much less be capable of dismembering a twenty foot robot. NIGHTBEAT No, even those with large talons and other weapons would not have been able to do this. Some scorching and lacerations aside, Xeon was pretty much battered to death. The dismemberment looks as though it was done by hand. PROWL (stunned) By hand? Tell me more about this blip. NIGHTBEAT Aerial scans put it as being larger than you or I, but still within the anatomical parameters of standard Cybertronians; granted a large Cybertronian, but still just a Cybertronian. And while dissipation is a factor this long after the murder, we should be able to detect emissions from an aircraft, but nothing in the air matches anything in our records. We did detect trace amounts of some radioactive gas, but it doesn’t match anything we have, and the amount doesn’t seem to indicate a craft large enough to transport even a small Cybertronian. PROWL So you’re telling me that we’re dealing with a large flying Cybertronian? NIGHTBEAT Yeah, not likely, and portable thrusters typically aren’t any good at this altitude, but right now nothing more logical is jumping at me. PROWL (nodding) Alright, just find out all you can and send me a report ASAP. Given the victim, the other high profile murders, and that the Birthing Ceremony is coming up, Prime is going to need to be kept updated at all times. Prowl turns and leaves through the door. CUT TO: INT. SMALL SUBTERRANEAN CHAMBER ALPHA TRION, a lanky, ill-maintained twenty-three foot tall robot, is deep within a exceedingly bright cavern, hundreds of feet below the surface, removing a long, narrow device that had been affixed to the source of the excessive and slightly bluish illumination, an exposed portion of VECTOR SIGMA, the life-giving crystal-like entity that runs all the way to the core of the planet. Alpha Trion examines the device and shakes his head sorrowfully. ALPHA TRION (whispering to himself) Who has violated you, our beloved mother? Alpha Trion then marches away from the exposed portion of Vector Sigma, which slowly begins sealing itself back behind the metal walls of the cavern, causing the vast illumination to wane. CUT TO Alpha Trion exiting the cavern into a tunnel where a transport, one just large enough to carry him, awaits his return. The light from the cavern, as seen through the doorway of sorts he entered the tunnel through, fades away completely, leaving only the various lights of the transport, which are all on, to provide light in the otherwise pitch black series of caverns. Alpha Trion enters the transport. ALPHA TRION Home. PAN ON vehicle immediately shooting forward up through the cavern. CUT TO view from inside vehicle, looking out the view port as Alpha Trion manipulates a heads-up holographic series of controls. As his fingers dance over the holographic control panel, the ship banks right and left, navigating through the seemingly endless tunnels at impossible and terrifying speeds, the countless obstacles only coming into view the moment before the ship banks away from them. The course proceeds through the bowels of Cybertron, illuminating only tiny portions as the ship zips past, providing glimpses of underground liquid-falls, simple, mechanical bat-like mechanical creatures, various walls and sealed panels opening upon Alpha Trion’s instructions via the holographic panel his hands are manipulating, until… CUT TO the craft bursting forth through the surface of the planet over the ruins of an ancient and long abandoned city. CUT TO previous view from inside cockpit, where Alpha Trion pilots the craft through a harrowing zig-zag through the cityscape, where after a few miles of zipping past decrepit looking derelict buildings and the occasional astonished down on his luck robot finding a home in the abandoned buildings, the ship once again darts down through a cavernous hole through the planet’s surface and zips through another section of subterranean mazes before slowing down and coming to a stop in a fairly large expanse, just as two one-hundred-twenty foot tall GUARDIAN robots burst forth from either side of an entrance way and position their arm cannon’s at the ship. CUT TO Alpha Trion climbing out of the ship and standing still as one of the Guardians scans him with a set of lights emanating from his optic lenses behind his enormous clear facial blast shield. Confirming Alpha Trion’s identity, the two giants settle back into their resting places and Alpha Trion walks forward toward a large and ornately designed metal door as the lights of his craft slowly fade down. CUT TO INT. ALPHA TRION’S WORKSHOP where as the lights come on at the opening of the door, all sorts of devices that defy the imagination are arranged throughout the vast chamber. Alpha Trion walks in with a sense of purpose, ignoring all the wonders that he has constructed and are on display around him as he makes his way across the chamber. ALPHA TRION ARGOTRON 487 online! ARGOTRON 487 (unseen computer – voice only) At your disposal Alpha Trion. ALPHA TRION Access Autobot Historical Log and prepare entry. ARGOTRON 487 (V.O.) Done. ALPHA TRION On the cusp of Cybertron’s seventy-second million, four hundred ninety third, nine hundred seventy sixth vornal pulse; the fifteen thousand, sixty seventh since the birth of the first brood of Autobots, of which I am the last surviving member, I have discovered a violation of Vector Sigma, an illicit accessing and drawing forth of life-giving energies by parties thus far unknown to me. Alpha Trion approaches the opposite end of the chamber toward a large, thick door reminiscent of a gigantic bank safe. ALPHA TRION According to my determinations, there were two violations, the first occurring roughly two-thirds of a vorn ago, and the second occurring roughly one half of a vorn ago. Both appeared to draw vast energies, but it appears that the second was more so. At what point on Vector Sigma this violation occurred I can not say, but it was not in the traditional birthing chamber nor at the point where I communed with the Great Mother. VIEW OVER Alpha Trion’s shoulder as he accesses a holographic control panel before the door to gain entry. ALPHA TRION It appears that the ominous visions that have been haunting me through the recent vorns have been related to this. Visions that have prompted me to surpass all previous endeavors… VIEW INT. VAULT over the corner of an otherwise unseen vehicle and up at Alpha Trion looking down on it. ALPHA TRION And create a champion. CUT TO: INT. IACON COMMAND CENTER CUT TO SENTINEL PRIME, roughly twenty-four feet tall, golden in color and powerfully built, marching into communications room and nodding to SOUNDWAVE, a similarly sized dark blue robot who is waiting for him. Other ANONYMOUS ROBOTS can be seen walking by through the hallway that Sentinel Prime has just exited just as the door to the communications room slides shut. At Sentinel Prime’s nod, Soundwave transforms into a large communications console and jacks into the wall. SOUNDWAVE Ready to receive transmission SENTINEL PRIME Thanks Soundwave. Alright Prowl, I’m here, what have you got? PROWL (O.S.) Well Prime, the body has been confirmed as that of Emir Xeon. Unfortunately we have no suspects nor do we know how the killer got to him at this time. Whoever the killer or killers were, they were capable of getting to him on his personal platform from, at least according to his security measures, the outside. SENTINEL PRIME That’s nearly a hundred standard Cybertronian stories off the ground! PROWL (O.S.) I realize that sir, Nightbeat’s working on possible scenarios as we speak. He’s usually pretty quick at figuring these things out. SENTINEL PRIME I have a good deal of confidence in Nightbeat’s abilities, but ‘these things’ are a recent occurrence, and not something we’ve had the misfortune of dealing with in the past. I just hope he’s up to the task. The Vornal Birthing Ceremony is about to begin, and if the news of murdered Councilors and our ignorance about who, how or why gets out to the populace and ruins it, Emir Traachon will have my bumper welded to a wall. PROWL (O.S.) Understood sir. I suppose that the silver lining is that those with resources to achieve something like this have got to lead to a very narrow suspect list. SENTINEL PRIME That’s assuming these individuals are known to us at all. CUT TO EXT. PLAINS OUTSIDE POLYHEX - DAY AERIAL VIEW looking down at STARSCREAM, SKYWARP and THUNDERCRACKER, all speeding across the ground in tetrahedron-shaped vehicular modes, all three very similar aside from their coloration and other far more subtle differences. ZOOM IN on the three as their barely visible wheels are carrying them over the metal ground at over two hundred miles per hour through a somewhat barren region separating the city-state of POLYHEX and a sparsely populated village in the distance ahead of them. CLOSE UP of Thundercracker, the predominantly navy blue pyramid shaped ground vehicle. Skywarp, a black and purple vehicle is seen beyond him. THUNDERCRACKER Come on Starscream, where are you taking me? CLOSE UP of Starscream, the predominantly light gray vehicle with liberal splashes of red and blue over his frame. STARSCREAM Patience Thundercracker. All will be revealed in time. Of course, that time won’t likely be today. You’re still in the spoon feeding stage. PAN OUT on all three. THUNDERCRACKER Whatever. If Skywarp has been let in on it before me, then whatever secret this is needs to be accompanied by an apology. There’s no way this simple sack should be privy to anything before me. SKYWARP Hey! You’re the sack…sack! STARSCREAM Shut up Skywarp, Thundercracker has a right to feel slighted being let in on a secret after you. But Thundercracker, before absorbing your bearings into your frame and throwing a tantrum, know that any confiding in Skywarp was due to absolute certainty of his loyalty, not due to intellect. Clearly, not due to intellect. SKYWARP Yeah. What? Hey! STARSCREAM Shut up, we’re here. PAN OUT as the three come upon an ancient temple. CUT TO shot over the rear of Starscream and the others, one that shows EMIR STRAXUS emerging from the front of the temple. CUT TO side view of the three reaching Straxus and transforming to robot mode, all three of the newcomers roughly thirty feet in height with lean, powerful frames. Straxus is a few feet shorter and far broader. STRAXUS Welcome Thundercracker. There are very few things that Starscream and I agree on, but reaching out to you was one such thing. Please, come in. Thundercracker bows and follows the others as they all head into the durably built but time-aged giant gothic-esque structure. INT. TEMPLE OF CHAOS ENTRANCE CHAMBER Long abandoned, ancient and weathered but possessing an eternal quality. Ominous but not-quite identifiable statues and carvings line the far wall. The chamber is dimly lit by unearthly blue flames spaced out along the floor. Straxus leads the three through the vast chamber. THUNDERCRACKER Emir Straxus, it is a pleasure to see you again, and an honor that you remember me, but I am confused as to what we are doing here. Particularly what you would be doing here. STRAXUS Yes, how would the denizens of the Emirate of Tarn react to their duly appointed ruler visiting a temple of a religion that’s long since fallen out of favor with every living individual on the planet? THUNDERCRACKER Yes, that. STRAXUS Well, my friend Thundercracker, the simple answer is that we keep our presence here undetected. The group reaches a dark entranceway at the far end of the chamber and walk through. INT. STAIRCASE Straxus leads them up a dark, circular staircase, like with the previous chamber, the staircase is lit by ominous blue flames placed almost randomly through the stairway. The flickering of the illumination occasionally reveals frightening faces and images on the walls of the stairwell. STRAXUS Stealth and deception are our primary weapons; at least at the moment. We may soon be able to shed these items and reveal the vast other weapons at our disposal. STARSCREAM Other weapons will be revealed very soon, but regardless of how powerful we become, deception will always be at the core of our success; our identity. SKYWARP Yeah, that’s why we’re called… STRAXUS (agitated) Silence dolt! Straxus twists and places his hand on Thundercracker’s shoulder, comfortingly. STRAXUS Our friend Skywarp is enthusiastic, but needs constant reminding that there are certain protocols that need to be followed. I have no doubt that in time you will be counted as one of us, but until then, there are certain things that you are not permitted to know. The group reaches the top of the staircase and proceeds through the doorway at the top, one with a comparatively large amount of light shining through. INT. DARK TABERNACLE OF CHAOS The mid-sized ancient chamber is fairly well lit, revealing a mixture of ancient metal furniture, artwork, statues, mixed with state of the art communications equipment and other modern objects that seem out of place. Most strikingly out of place are two enormous tread-mounted cannons in the far corners of the room, one dark purple with rounded features, SHOCKWAVE, and the other predominantly chrome with more angular features, but equally enormous, MEGATRON. Straxus leads the three newcomers to the center of the room before turning to face Thundercracker directly. STRAXUS Perhaps this is a foolish move, but as I stated, I have little doubt that you will be one of us, so I will tell you this. The crowds gathering on the planes outside the Vector Caverns to celebrate the Birthing Ceremony are ignorant fools. Vector Sigma appears to build its life-giving energies over the course of an entire vorn, getting to the point where its energies glow out of the endless cavern it is in nearly as brightly as the primary star for months, before expelling its energies upon structures within the cave, granting them life. That’s the way it’s been since the dawn of time. It provided life to rocks and shards of metal, and in time, larger, more complex life forms, eventually leading to us. THUNDERCRACKER Yeah, we all know this stuff, even Skywarp. SKYWARP (angry) Hey! STRAXUS Yes, but what you don’t know is that the caverns below the planes of Iacon are not the only way to access Vector Sigma. And its ability to bestow life is not confined to that location, nor is it confined to the end of each vorn. Thundercracker looks incredulously at Straxus, and then turns his head toward Starscream, who nods his confirmation. STARSCREAM (shrugging) Straxus has a friend who dabbles in the dark arts, and he found some ancient texts that talked about tapping into other parts of Vector Sigma even further down into the planet’s bowels. PAN OUT to cover the four robots with the chrome cannon clearly displayed in the background. MEGATRON (in cannon mode) Enough of the explanations. Suddenly the chrome cannon transforms into Megatron, his robotic mode standing twenty-eight feet in height with a massive body-builder type physique and an enormous cannon mounted onto his right forearm. CUT TO view of a startled Thundercracker raising his arms and deploying slender outer bicep-mounted rifles that unfold into place and pointing them at the oncoming massive robot. MEGATRON (O.S.) Don’t. PAN OUT TO cover entire group from different angle, one including a clear view of the purple cannon. Thundercracker looks nervously at Starscream, who just smiles and crosses his arms over his chest. Thundercracker lowers his arms. MEGATRON Good choice. Megatron then looks over at the purple cannon. MEGATRON Your exceptional intellect must be making you aware that this subterfuge you’re clinging to is now pointless. The purple cannon transforms into Shockwave, a robot of equal height and physique to that of Megatron, but with a lone optic representing his face and a long cannon barrel where a left hand should be. SHOCKWAVE Your transformation risked my cover, but it wasn’t until you spoke to me that it became pointless. Your reasoning for performing both events is a mystery to me. MEGATRON (smiling) You will make the greatest of wartime advisors Shockwave, but you will never be a leader. The reason for that is that you will always be considering options and outcomes when the time to act has come and gone. Megatron turns to Thundercracker and approaches him, placing his large black hand on the blue robot’s shoulder. MEGATRON I am familiar with Thundercracker’s dossier, and I have been observing him since his arrival here. I am convinced that he belongs with us. Megatron releases his grasp of Thundercracker’s shoulder. MEGATRON You were given birth three vorns ago, your spark bestowed upon a Vos X-9 Road Seeker, one of the most advanced vehicles on the planet. You are strong, fast, and durable; you are exceptional. The masses look upon you and see their superior, and rightly so. We here are like you, we and others in our brotherhood are also the exceptional, the superior, gods in this world of ordinary beings. Thundercracker nods as his gaze shifts from Megatron to Shockwave and back. THUNDERCRACKER OK, I’ll play along…for now. Yeah, I’m better than those twats out there. Endless hordes of slow, weak, stupid scrap piles consuming resources just to do nothing more than exist. But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to jump into some club filled with ego maniacs like me. I don’t even know who you are. MEGATRON (smiling) We are the ones that will provide direction to your life, to allow you to achieve a destiny worthy of your exceptionalness. My name…is Megatron. THUNDERCRACKER Never heard of you. Thundercracker glances over to Shockwave. THUNDERCRACKER Never heard of you either, Shockwave. MEGATRON That’s because neither of us existed prior to this past vorn, and both of us have decided to keep our presence unknown to help assure the implementation of our new galactic order. THUNDERCRACKER New galactic order, huh? Well, I’ve never been much of a joiner. MEGATRON I understand that, but please allow me to present my proposal in its entirety before saying no. THUNDERCRACKER (shrugging) Alright, what else have you got? Megatron lowers his hand to his waist, where a small compartment opens allowing a small, smooth silver-white ball of metal to roll out into his hand. MEGATRON (raising the ball) This material is Thorium, it is an element that at one time was abundant on Cybertron, but through the ages, primarily ages prior to the emergence of our species, it has been mined to near disappearance. Thorium is a radioactive element, one that reacts with the energy of our sparks to create the power of propulsion, among other things. CLOSE UP Megatrons lower legs, where slats on their outsides open and a translucent exhaust is emitted through them. CUT TO view of Megatron rising effortlessly into the air without the use of any visible propulsion, causing Thundercracker to stumble backward in disbelief as the others laugh at his reaction. THUNDERCRACKER Impossible! STARSCREAM Oh my dear comrade, it is most definitely possible. Starscream also lifts into the air. STARSCREAM Let’s show him Skywarp. Starscream levitates toward a large window with metal shutters closing it off from the sky, and throws them open to exit the temple with Skywarp following after him. EXT. SKY OVER TEMPLE OF CHAOS - CONTINUOUS Starscream and Skywarp glide outside the window and once they’ve put adequate distance between the structure and each other, they transform into their tetrahedron-shaped vehicular modes, though unlike before, they are now capable of flight, achieving speeds on par with the fastest of human fighter jets and far more maneuverable. The two aircraft zip around the temple as Thundercracker can be seen coming to the window and watching his friends. It is quickly clear that Starscream is the faster and more skilled of the two fliers. The two return to the window. INT. DARK TABERNACLE OF CHAOS Thundercracker backs away from the window as Starscream and Skywarp enter through it. MEGATRON (O.S.) They are the most skilled fliers in existence, and you could be one of them. CUT TO Thundercracker turning to face Megatron. THUNDERCRACKER And what must I do to be worthy of such gifts? Megatron (smiling) Swear allegiance to me, to the death, and this will be but the first of countless rewards. THUNDERCRACKER To fly, to…be a god. Thundercracker drops to his knees and bows his head. THUNDERCRACKER I have just met you, but I know greatness, and you exude more than any ten Cybertronians I’ve ever met. I will follow you, Megatron, to the death. CLOSE UP Starscream’s face, a look of unrestrained jealousy etched on it. CLOSE UP Megatron’s face peering down at Thundercracker, a broad smile spread over his face. MEGATRON Rise Thundercracker, my newest Decepticon, and prepare yourself for glory. EXT. PLAINS OF IACON, EVENING ZOOM OVER thousands of Cybertronians gathered in the plains, the throngs being held back from a series of caverns by soldiers. Though night is upon them, a tremendous light is bursting forth from several of the caverns in the distance. ZOOM IN on RATCHET, PERCEPTOR and FIRST AID walking toward the entrance of the cave with the greatest degree of illumination emerging from it. All are bulky, but not altogether powerful looking, varying make ups of the colors red and white, and each is a foot or two shy of twenty feet in height. To their side is a long line of lifeless vehicles that are being carried down into the same cavern. Ratchet looks over the closest of the vehicles, focusing on a sleek red one and an even sleeker yellow one. RATCHET I see MIRAGE has once again devoted a chunk of his fortune toward giving life to would be bodyguards. PERCEPTOR (sarcastically) Iacon’s wealthiest industrialist failing to observe the anti-indentured servitude laws that have been set into place? Will wonders never cease? FIRST AID Perceptor my friend, Mirage is well aware of the laws, but between the gratitude he expects for their technologically advanced frames and the payment he’ll offer them for their services, he knows that they’ll work for him. RATCHET The laws are in place, their choices will be their own; I do not fear for their right to pursue their own destinies. My concern is the practice of Mirage and others like him to consistently improve upon the technology of the unborn frames. PERCEPTOR That is the nature of our evolution, Ratchet. FIRST AID Simple to complex. Scraps of metal given life to scurry mindlessly through these caves, larger chunks fall and when the vornal emissions from Vector Sigma engulf them, they are more complex than before. Later species emerge from the caverns and find baubles that pique their curiosity, complex and beautiful objects, and soon simple yet sentient life forms exist. They bring their simple tools down to be born, and the complexity continues all the way through the introduction of vehicles, creating the first Autobots. PERCEPTOR Yes, I’m sure others had this same discussion at that event, and the first Autobot must have seemed godlike to his simple robot cousins. And the complexity did continue, but it also waned, First Aid. There is evidence of vast civilizations in Cybertron’s distant past, civilizations created by a species that must have been on par with ourselves in terms of complexity; perhaps even more complex. FIRST AID The archeological evidence that you’re referring to is suspect at best, and in more my opinion, total exhaust. PERCEPTOR I see. So in your opinion, we are the pinnacle of organisms? FIRST AID (chuckling) On this planet; at least until Mirage tires of making special soldiers and starts making gods to replace us. So tell me Perceptor, strictly for the sake of entertainment, how far back do these theories of your friends in the Ministry of Archeology put these fantastic civilizations. PERCEPTOR (hesitating) Perhaps one million vorns… Ratchet and First Aid chuckle. PERCEPTOR or more. RATCHET Whatever story of our origin you wish to buy into, I fear that we’ve reached the point where our advancement need no longer be as gradual as it has been in the past. We’ve advanced to the point where each vorn may not represent small steps forward, but vast leaps into territories that we aren’t ready to advance into. FIRST AID Well, at least we no longer allow the sparking up of X-9’s. INT. CAVERN LEADING TO VECTOR SIGMA FAR BELOW The cavern is lit as though it’s daytime, the light coming from Vector Sigma far below. Ratchet, Perceptor and First Aid continued downward with the line of inert frames. JAZZ calls out from the entranceway above them. JAZZ (O.S.) Ratchet, I need to speak with you! CUT TO view of Jazz and STEELJAW. Jazz is about fifteen feet in height and athletically built, but not to any exceptional extent, and is predominantly white with blue and black thrown in. Steeljaw is a quadruped, a savage looking alien bestial robot that is predominantly golden-hued. RATCHET (O.S.) On my way Jazz. Ratchet enters the shot as he walks back up toward Jazz and Steeljaw, the caravan of soon to be born vehicles continuing around them into the depths. Ratchet finally reaches them RATCHET Hello Steeljaw. STEELJAW Greetings Ratchet. RATCHET So what can I do for you Jazz? JAZZ We have a late addition. CLOSE UP Ratchet looking irritated. RATCHET Absolutely not! The count was finalized over a solar cycle ago! We reached this number carefully, and there are typically at least twenty percent of the frames that remain lifeless after the burst. I will not add some last minute frame likely based on someone’s whim in the off chance that their frame gets animated while someone who has planned and followed the proper procedures for many cycles goes lifeless! JAZZ (O.S.) I fully understand Ratchet, but this guy has the blessing of Emir Xaaron himself. RATCHET (disbelief and annoyance) Xaaron? Slag it, why did it have to be the one Emir I have any degree of respect for? PAN TO cover all three RATCHET Fine, send him in. I’ll hear him out, but I can tell you now that his baby isn’t going to be fired up with this brood. JAZZ (nodding) Fine by me. STEELJAW (into a communicator built into him) Send him on. OVER Ratchet’s shoulder as Alpha Trion enters the cave with a wheeled platform carrying a large covered structure en-tow. CLOSE UP Ratchet, a look of utter disbelief etched into his facial features. RATCHET (whispering) Impossible! JAZZ (O.S.) You know this guy? RATCHET Allow him through, Jazz, and please return to your duty. JAZZ (O.S.) You got it Doc. PAN OUT TO Alpha Trion and his ‘wagon’ reaching Ratchet. Jazz and Steeljaw pass him as they return to the surface. ALPHA TRION Greetings Ratchet, I see that you have progressed well since our last encounter. RATCHET Our only encounter until now. I thought for sure that you were dead. CLOSE UP Alpha Trion. ALPHA TRION No, I simply chose a life of solitude. CLOSE UP Ratchet RATCHET Clearly. So, after more vorns that I can likely count up to, it seems you finally wish to produce an heir. Why the sudden urge to breed? CLOSE UP Alpha Trion ALPHA TRION Something that I have feared for eons has come to pass; the violation of Vector Sigma. I can no longer remain an observer; the time has come for the champion I was destined to provide. I only hope that my actions are not too late in occurring. RATCHET (O.S.) I see. You’re telling me that you have the savior of Cybertron below that tarp? ALPHA TRION No, those he will save will extend well beyond this world. CLOSE UP Ratchet, a look of disbelief on his face RATCHET Look, if you’re aware of a threat to, or violation of Vector Sigma, I will happily arrange a meeting with ULTRA MAGNUS or even Sentinel Prime for you. The creation of some sort of messiah seems a bit unnecessary, and quite frankly, outlandish.PAN OUT TO cover both robots ALPHA TRION I don’t expect you to believe me, not yet anyway. But I have been granted authorization by Emir Xaaron to lay this frame within the birthing chamber. RATCHET Let’s see what you’ve got here. Ratchet walks over to the wheeled platform and removes the tarp, revealing the lifeless vehicular frame of ORION PAX. The frame is made to look simple, but Ratchet, being perhaps the finest physician on the planet, easily notes various features that meet or exceed the limits of Cybertronian science. RATCHET Primus, Alpha Trion, you can’t possibly be serious! You’re trying to pass off a weapon of mass destruction as a laborer? ALPHA TRION You may refer to this as a warrior, he will certainly excel in the combat arts, but he will not be a weapon of destruction. He will be a hunter of peace, and an instrument of justice. RATCHET Very poetic, but I have to draw the line somewhere, and this thing falls way beyond where that line is drawn. I’m seeing tech on this thing that even Perceptor can’t imagine, and I haven’t even cracked the surface of this frame! ALPHA TRION I understand your reticence, believe me I do. In fact, it’s these very same concerns that have brought me to this course of action. This will not be the first highly advanced frame brought to Vector Sigma, there are super warriors that have been brought into existence despite the best efforts of your closely monitored breeding program. It is because of this that this frame must be given life. CLOSE UP Ratchet shaking his head RATCHET The vorns have clearly caught up to you, Alpha Trion. ALPHA TRION (O.S.) That’s what Emir Xaaron said. But after several hours of discussion I was able to convince him that I am as sane and lucid as I’ve ever been. I can convince you as well, though I doubt you really wish to devote that much time at such a busy occasion. Ratchet’s face contorts into a look of deep contemplation. FADE TO INT. IACONIAN SPIRE COMMAND CENTER Ultra Magnus, a twenty-eight foot tall powerhouse walks into the room where Sentinel Prime, Prowl, Soundwave, Emir Straxus, IRONHIDE, SMOKESCREEN and Emir Xaaron are seated at a table. ULTRA MAGNUS (taking his seat) I apologize for being late. It appears that when Prime is successful at dodging COUNCILOR TOMAANDI, the good councilor seeks me out. SENTINEL PRIME (chuckling) My apologies old friend. ULTRA MAGNUS Just part of the job. EMIR XAARON Tomaandi is a fool. His appointment to the council is a testament to the indifference of the masses. PROWL None of us are a fan of Tomaandi, but let’s save chit-chat for after the meeting. Now that we’re all here I’d like to get right down to it. SENTINEL PRIME Of course, please proceed Prowl. CLOSE UP Prowl as a series of holographic images emerges in front of him from the table top. PROWL Thank you Prime. As you all are aware, five Councilors of Cybertron’s governing body have been executed in the last half meta-cycle. Despite thorough post mortem examinations finding evidence of torture, the first four were made to look like accidents. The most recent one however, which occurred just four cycles ago, was clearly meant to be seen as not only a brutal murder, but one committed by a murderer or murderers of exceptional means. You’re all aware that Xeon was killed on his aerial platform, that there appears to be no one accessing it from within but him, and that the altitude of the platform would be prohibitive to anything but gamma series or larger aircraft, yet there is absolutely no evidence that such a craft was anywhere near the platform in the last fifteen cycles. SMOKESCREEN (O.S.) An aviaton? PROWL (shaking his head) Negative. It’s unlikely that any aviaton would be able to traverse the winds at that altitude, and I’ve yet to see one capable of pulling an Autobot apart. SENTINEL PRIME (O.S.) Nightbeat is currently looking into the ‘hows’ of the most recent murder, what I’d like us to discuss is the ‘whys’. Namely, why bother covering up the previous murders but make Xeon’s so blatant? IRONHIDE (O.S.) My guess is that the killer or killers became aware that we’d seen past their ruse and figured ‘why bother’, though that’s just my guess. Prowl looks down and shakes his head gently at the suggestion. EMIR XAARON (O.S.) You disagree with Ironhide’s assessment, Prowl? Prowl looks up. PROWL No disrespect to Ironhide, but I don’t believe that’s it. Each of the first four Councilors were heads or members of key strategic ministries; Energy, Planetary Defense, Extra-Planetary Resource Acquisition, and Cybertronian Census. As for Xeon, well, I do not wish to speak ill of the dead, but I’m sure I’m not the only one familiar with the rumors of his... CUT TO view of Emir Xaaron with Soundwave on one side and Emir Straxus on the other EMIR XAARON Corruption? Speak of it freely, there’s little doubt that at least some of the accusations leveled against him were true, and there’s no press here. But I fail to see what would make members of these ministries targets. CUT TO view of Prowl, with SMOKESCREEN on one side and Ultra Magnus on the other. PROWL I hope to Primus I’m wrong, but I believe that these murders are just the tip of the iceberg. ULTRA MAGNUS What do you mean by that? PROWL I mean, for the last tenth of a vorn public dissent has been virtually non-existent. Not to say that the public should be rioting in the streets, but aside from these murders, violent crime has been down seventy-four percent, the conflict that normally accompanies the frame selection for the birth was barely a blip compared to previous vorns, and I haven’t seen any sort of organized protest for anything in that time. I’ve also come across certain…abnormalities that MIGHT suggest that some sort of underground movement has been building. SENTINEL PRIME (O.S.) And you’re suggesting that this movement tortured and murdered these Councilors to get access to information on defense, resources, and…census numbers? IRONHIDE (O.S.) Yeah, why would they want census data? PROWL First of all, I’m simply suggesting the possibility. Secondly, our census data is more detailed than just counts and demographics. It contains a compilation of all manner of information on each of our citizens, going so far as providing physical capabilities and psychological breakdowns. Our census data might be the most valuable of things this group gained access to, it would be an invaluable recruitment tool. EMIR XAARON (O.S.) True, but it would be the one ministry that Xeon would not be able to help with. Xeon was on the other three ministries, and with the information presumably tortured out of the applicable Councilors, he could gain access to the data without implicating himself. But he had no part of the Census Ministry, and therefore even with the information taken from COUNCILOR BALLAX, he would not have been able to learn anything without Ballax’s spark signature allowing him access. CLOSE UP Sentinel Prime SENTINEL PRIME Perhaps Xeon wasn’t the only Councilor colluding with these killers. PAN TO shot of Sentinel Prime, showing Straxus to his left and Ultra Magnus to his right. Prime turns his head to Straxus. SENTINEL PRIME Emir Straxus, you are in the Census Ministry. If at all possible, could you please provide a list of other councilors and any feelings you could provide on the likelihood that they’re feeding information to outside parties? STRAXUS Of course Sentinel Prime. CUT TO view of entire room as door slides open and SEASPRAY, a bulky, white, blue and yellow fifteen foot tall robot, runs in clearly agitated, followed immediately by RUNABOUT and RUNAMUCK, two slightly less bulky robots, one primarily black and the other primarily white respectively, and each roughly sixteen feet tall. SEASPRAY Why is nobody answering my hails? CUT TO Sentinel Prime. SENTINEL PRIME What hails? PAN TO encompass all occupants ULTRA MAGNUS None of us have received any notifications Seaspray. What’s going on? CUT TO Seaspray, with Runamuck and Runabout behind and to either side of him. SEASPRAY Sirs, Iacon is under attack. We are being inundated with explosions and violent assaults throughout the city-state, and reports are coming in that much of the same is going on in other city-states and emirates! We’ve already sounded the alarm! PROWL (O.S) Impossible! CUT TO Sentinel Prime rising from his chair, with Straxus rising from his behind him. SENTINEL PRIME Contact Jazz at the Vector Caverns! They need to be on the lookout for any potential issues there! Emir Straxus reached behind him, pulls his chair up and manually transforms it into a long-handled axe. STRAXUS Jazz, or any of your Autobots, will be unable to stop the carnage that is about to unfold at Vector Sigma, Prime! Sentinel Prime turns toward Straxus as Straxus swipes the sharpened and pointed bottom of the spear-like axe handle towards Sentinel Prime’s face. Prime jerks his head back, but still gets sliced through his face and part of his optic, falling back to the ground. PAN TO full view of the room as it devolves into chaos. Everyone rises from their seats. Emir Xaaron, enraged, starts toward Straxus, but Straxus twists all the way around and drives the point of his axe-handle through the Emir’s throat. EMIR XAARON Treacherous fien… STRAXUS Self-righteous imbecile! This will finally silence your insipid voice! Straxus violently yanks the axe handle out the side of Xaaron’s neck, sending fluids, shards and sparks flying over the table and throughout the room. Ultra Magnus, Prowl, Ironhide, Smokescreen and Seaspray begin moving to intervene, but Soundwave backhands Ironhide to the floor and then unleashes a sonic wave attack that slams Ultra Magnus back against the wall behind him and glances against Prowl enough to send him stumbling back. Smokescreen sees this. SMOKESCREEN Why you dirty… Smokescreen plants a hand on the table and jumps up and over it to deliver a thrust kick to Soundwave, knocking him back against the wall. Smokescreen is blasted off the table. CUT TO shot of Runamuck standing to the side of Seaspray, a recently fired pistol in his hand. Seaspray turns his head and sees the weapon. SEASPRAY Gun!!!!! Runamuck smashes the bottom of the guns handle against Seaspray’s face, sending the other robot to the ground. CUT TO a dazed and injured Sentinel Prime with a look of rage coming over his face as he starts to get back to his feet, but the blade of Straxus’s axe cuts into his side. PAN OUT to view the whole group, but centering on Sentinel Prime and Straxus. Sentinel Prime groans, but forces himself back up and grabs the axe, pulling it from Straxus’s grasp. Sentinel Prime then head butts Straxus across his nose, sending Straxus stumbling back. Prowl charges over the table to take on Soundwave as Ultra Magnus tackles Runabout and Runamuck. Sentinel Prime raises the axe and drives it down over his knee, snapping the handle. He flips the two pieces around in his hands and then in a fluid motion uses the blades to slice into Straxus on either side of his neck, cutting through to the halfway point down his torso. STRAXUS (in agony) Ahhh, uhhh aaahhhhhhh!!! CUT TO Soundwave witnessing Straxus’s apparent demise and recognizing that the opportunity to kill the Prime has passed, so he pushes back Prowl and dives over the table to make his escape, grabbing Runamuck as he goes, unable to free Runabout from Ultra Magnus’s grasp.