I got married, switched jobs, and pretty much forgot about my entire childhood. Then it happenned. My nephew got the Transformers movie on DVD and I watched it with my wife on Christmas eve. The waiting and the watching is over, the pimp is back. So here it is for probably the 1000th time on TFW2005. Please enjoy my vision for the sequel. And please, hit me with your comments.
Transformer’s 2: Cybertronian Wars (Voice Over as camera pans from Cybertron across the galaxy) For eons civilized beings the universe over have sought out answers to the secret of life. My race was no different until we discovered, the Cube. We never knew of its origins, only that it had the power to create worlds and fill them with life. For many, this knowledge was enough, but for those of us with a higher purpose, the cube’s mysteries were considered mysteries we must solve. I sought those mysteries, but some opposed me in my quest. That opposition would not be tolerated, not even if it came from, family (a picture of Optimus Prime’s face is shown). War soon beset my world, and in many ways I was to blame for the massive loss of life that resulted. But I knew that with the cube, I could not only restore all things, but also make things, as they should be. But before I could get my hands on the cube it was lost to the far reaches of space. I pursued it to a world called Earth, but its citizens got to it before I could. They used it, and me, for their own purposes. The filthy creatures then tried to destroy the both of us by merging the cube with my spark. That strategy did not work. I will be avenged! I am alive. (Camera pans into the depths of the sea until all of a sudden glowing red eyes light up and pier directly into the camera.) I am Megatron! (Unknown robotic voice) Unidentified alien flier incoming, what are your orders? (Shockwave) Display the image. (Unidentified voice) As you command. (Shockwave) “Starscream.” he whispers. “Decepticons engage!” An amazing aerial dogfight ensues between Starscream and Shockwave’s followers. After a valiant effort, Starscream falls and a small chrome robot scurries away from the wreckage. Time passes, and eventually Starscream is discovered and saved by a young Autobot. (Starscream) Autobot, you saved me. Who are you? (The young Autobot) They call me Hot Rod. Just relax. I’ll get help. //////////////////////////Scene Shift/////////////////////////////////////// The little chrome robot sneaks its way through a Cybertronian building into a restricted area. (Chrome robot) Why did you order us attacked Shockwave! (Shockwave) Hello Frenzy. Tell me of the Allspark or your fate will be as Starscream’s. (Frenzy) The Allspark as well as Megatron have perished on a world called Earth. (Shockwave) Then it is up to me, I shall lead the Decepticons to ultimate victory! //////////////////// Autobot Hideout on Cybertron ////////////////////////////////////////// (Unidentified Autobot) I don’t believe my receptors Blaster, it can’t be. (Blaster) Well I do, I’d recognize that voice anywhere Prowl. (Prowl) We’ve got to tell the others. A yellow robot and a red one with nearly identical features walk in behind Prowl. (Red robot) Tell the others what? (Prowl) Sideswipe, Sunstreaker……………….Optimus Prime lives! /////////////////// Elsewhere /////////////////////////////// (Hot Rod) So, Perceptor, is he going to be okay? (Perceptor) He’s functional. Wheeljack can better update you on his physical condition. I am more concerned with the data on his processor. (Hot Rod) What data? (Perceptor) Wheeljack, you’d better get in here! (Wheeljack) What is it Perceptor? (Perceptor) According to his memory, this Decepticon knows of a remnant of the Allspark. (Wheeljack) What? (Perceptor) That’s not all. The remnant was, at least the last time he saw it in the possession of an Autobot. (Wheeljack) Who? (Perceptor transforms from a Cybertronian medical device into a medium sized red robot and answers the technician) Optimus Prime. (Hot Rod) Wait a minute. You guys always told me that Optimus Prime was just a legend. If he really exists, doesn’t that mean all the stuff about the family of Primus is true as well? (Wheeljack) Hot Rod, you must learn to decipher fact from legend. Whether or not the tales are true about Megatron being the son of Primus and Optimus Prime his brother does not matter. What matters is that the Allspark still exists, and we must find it. (Hot Rod) Does that mean we’re leaving Cybertron? (Perceptor) Yes, and according to this Decepticon we’ll be going to a place called Earth. (Hot Rod) But what about this Decepticon, what are we going to do with him? (Wheeljack) The Decepticon stays. When he awakens he’ll find that we have left him with the directions to Shockwave’s prison. I am sure there, he will find others sympathetic to his situation. (Hot Rod) Why can’t we take him with us? (Wheeljack) We cannot trust him lad. For all we know he could put a photon charge in our backs at anytime. It’s better we let him stay here and duel it out with Shockwave. (Perceptor) Wheeljack is right Hot Rod. Our only concern now is the Allspark. Once it has been returned, then maybe we can find a way to end this war. (Wheeljack) Hot Rod, we need you to complete the task we sent you on earlier. Find Prowl, tell him of the Allspark, and ask him when we will be leaving for Earth. (Hot Rod) I won’t let you down Wheeljack. (Wheeljack turning to Perceptor) After all these years, Optimus Prime still exists. (Perceptor) Do you think he knows yet? (Wheeljack) No. That is why it’s up to us to let him in on it before it’s too late. The future of our world depends on him once again. ///////// Scene Shift: Earth ////////////////////////// School Daze (Professor) I see that the time approaches. Despite the fact that my watch tells me we have 15 minutes left in class, the blank looks on the faces of those of you who are still awake, Mr. Witwicky, (the professor says as someone nudges a suddenly startled Sam), lets me know that continuing any further discussions is pointless. All of you, who have turned in your term papers, are hereby dismissed. As for the rest of you, see me after class. (Sam) Hey, Buster, you did remember to drop off our papers on Wednesday didn’t you? (Buster) Not exactly Sam. You see, I didn’t exactly make it to class Wednesday. (Sam) What! Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t gonna make it? That paper was worth half of our grade. What are we gonna do now? (Buster) I don’t know what you’re gonna do, but I’m gonna ask for an extention. (Sam) You didn’t even do it did you? (Buster) Not exactly. (Professor) Mr. Witwicky and Mr. Brown, it seems you two have neglected to submit your papers. Care to explain? (Sam) Well Dr., Buster’s been under a lot of stress lately with his, condition, and I, you see he and I ….. (Buster) What condition Sam? (Sam after shoving Buster a lot his head) You know, your head condition. We just sort of ran behind, but if you’ll give us an extension I promise you this won’t happen again. I have a copy of my paper right outside in my car. I can get it now. (Professor) That will not be necessary Mr. Witwicky. The paper in your car was due 2 days ago. The paper I am giving you two an extension on will be due next Monday, and it will be on a totally different topic; still ten pages, double-spaced of course. (Buster) But this upcoming week is Spring Break, when are we supposed to have time to write the new paper. (Professor) I know you two young men probably feel like you should spend every waking moment of this next week doing the things most college freshmen do on spring break, you know like saving the world and all, but my suggestion is that you pry yourselves away from your patriot duties and get busy on this paper, or else I’ll be seeing you two again right here next semester. Do I make myself clear? (Sam sighs) Perfectly. (Buster throwing his arm around Sam as they leave the classroom) Don’t look so down, maybe next semester will be easier. The doc’s really lightened up since my first freshman year. (Sam) Repeating this course is not an option you jerk off. My dad would freak if I have three freshman years like you have had. (Buster) But your girlfriend is gonna freak when you tell her that those big spring break plans you made for the two of you have been 86ed. (Sam) O damnit, Mikaela. (Buster) Yep, she’s gonna be pretty steamed that you’re standing her up, again. What is it with you lately anyway Sam? You’ve been acting weird, and you don’t look so hot. Your breath has been a little, and your wardrobe, do you ever iron? You on drugs? Can I have some? (Sam) Will you leave me alone for once Buster! You are not helping. (Buster) I’m sorry bro, but have you looked in the mirror lately? What’s going on with you? (Sam) I’m just a little stressed. I’ll be all right. (Buster) So that’s why you’ve turned your life over to those funny cigarettes. Can I have some? (Sam) Okay Buster, that’s it. I’m not on drugs, leave me alone, and no, you can’t have any. (Buster, as the two split) Geez man, you don’t have to get all ‘time of the monthy’ on me, I would have paid for my half. (Sam, whispering as he walks across the parking lot and stops in front of a police cruiser) Now where’s Bumblebee? (Robotic voice) Are you user name ladiesman217? (Sam) O no, this is not happening! (Robotic Voice) I said, are you user name ladiesman217! This is your final warning. (Sam as he looks around frantically) Bumblebee, where are you? (Robotic Voice) Turn around now, ladiesman! Sam turns around, and is surprised to see Mikaela sitting inside of a red convertible VW Bug laughing. (Sam) Why are you laughing? That’s not funny. Where’s Bumblebee? (Bumblebee) Does the vintage look work for me Sam? (Sam) Bumblebee, you’re, different. (Bumblebee) In a protest of some of the recent actions of your government a few of us have decided to go with a new look. The theme is red, and foreign. You like? (Sam) Just what I need, a militant robot car with an identity crisis. (Mikaela) What’s with the attitude Sam? Can you at least act like you’re happy to see me? It’s spring break, I’m your girlfriend, we’ve got big plans, remember? (Sam) About those plans Mikaela. I may have to cut our time a little short. I’ve got a paper due on Monday and I ………… (Mikaela) I don’t want to hear it Sam. I’m tired of your excuses. Every weekend it’s an excuse, and when I do see you, it’s hardly a treat. I mean look at yourself. What’s going on? Never mind, forget it. Bumblebee just take me home. (Sam) Wait Mikaela, I’ll ride. (Mikaela) You’ll ride! You cancel our plans for the week, make me come all the way out here to see you looking like crap and all you say is, ‘I’ll ride.’ You’ve got some nerve Sam Witwicky. (Bumblebee) Are you on some type of narcotic Sam? (Sam) No, how many times do I have to say it, I’m not on drugs. Can we just go for a ride? I’ll try to explain everything to both of you. (Mikaela) Two days Sam. You had better be able to salvage at least two days for us this spring break. No excuses. (Bumblebee as he rolls off) You humans are such femmes.
(Simmons) We don’t know how many of those, things are still out there. The fact that our government has decided to trust any of them is beyond me. If they decide to unite against mankind, we will be but helpless slaves at the mercy of an alien race. That option does not work for me. (Observer 1) Nor does it work for me; I say we eradicate them now while their guard is down. (Dr. Zenon) You two speak foolishness. How will we find these, transformers? They can hide in plain sight, and any weapon we use against them will undoubtedly destroy much of what we hold dear as well. (Simmons) So what do you suppose we do? (Dr. Zenon) We must fight fire with fire. (observer 2) I am not sure where you are going with this, but it seems your idea conflicts with your previous rebuttal. If we fight the robots in any way, there will be casualties. How do you plan on avoiding that? (Dr. Zenon) When I say fight, I do not necessarily mean combat. What I am proposing is a line of defense capable of winning the battle with our new cohabiters should the occasion call for it. (Simmons) More robots, is that what you’re proposing? (Dr Zenon) Precisely. (Observer 1) How can we be certain these robots will be any less of a threat than the ones that decimated Mission City? (Dr Zenon) Because we will program them, and they will exist specifically as our protectors. (Observer 1) I am still confused. We only have a limited amount of sparks left from that cube thing. We can’t possibly create an army numerous enough to defeat all of the invaders that may still be on our planet. (Simmons) But what we can create is a force powerful enough to handle whatever those two-ton tin cans can dish out. So instead of creating 30-foot robots, you suggest we create 60-foot war machines? (Dr Zenon) We aren’t creating war machines Simmons; we are creating protectors. And I am not suggesting we make all of them twice the size of the transformers we’ve witnessed, what I am suggesting is that we give the kind of imposing strength that would have even been intimidating to MBE-1. Are we together on this? (Simmons) I don’t know if this is the proper solution, but it’s the best idea I’ve heard. Are there any objections? Silence fills the room as everyone’s gazes pan across the room. (Simmons) Then it is settled. We begin our search for five suitable forms at 0700 tomorrow. =============================================== Nobody dreams of being the bad guy, not even the bad guy; but in life, things have a way of just happening. We all aspire or have aspired to be heroes, but if you live long enough you’ll find that the hero you worked so hard to be will become in the eyes of many a, villain. There is such a thin line between right and wrong, between genius and insanity, and between being brothers and being enemies. Crystal City Pre Great War “A3, our security post on Moonbase 1 has discovered a warehouse, a very active warehouse.” “Let me guess, more Quints.” A3 replied. “Precisely sir,” The mech answered. “It looks like the facility is being used to create more guardians.” “No rest for the weary.” A3 sighed. “What’s that sir?” the other mech inquired. “I was just thinking out loud Kup.” A3 began. “It seems our revolution has led to a retaliation, which will undoubtedly lead to another war. I don’t know if our citizens will not endure another war. I don’t know if I will endure another war.” “Why do we have to let it get to that point A3?” Kup replied. “Don’t you still have the devise you used to shut down their guardians before?” “I do, but in order for Coda Remote to be effective I will need the schematics of these new guardians.” A3 explained. “We’ll need to infiltrate the moon base.” “You know I specialize in infiltration.” Kup stated, “So if you need a volunteer consider my hand raised.” A3 chuckled. “Ever the gun ho mech aren’t you Kup. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you’ll need some help if this mission is to be a success.” “I bet I can guess who you have in mind.” Kup declared. “O really my young friend?” “Absolutely sir,” Kup replied. “Beta and Elita.” Another chuckle came out of A3 as he responded to his young friend. “I am more convinced that the femmes are at the top of your list Kup; but very well. I’ll send a message to Iacon for them to rendezvous with you in Omega Sector 2 at the conclusion of the next cycle.” “Thanks sir,” Kup said enthusiastically. “You won’t be disappointed.” ******************** Iacon The joy of freedom is inexplicable.
