There. Finished.
Okay. Duros, you're our combat veteran.
Which Autobot do you want to bond with?
I'll take Hardhead.
Him and me should get along just fine.
Arcana, you are the wisest and oldest among us.
Who do you choose?
I choose a Brainstorm.
His mind is undisciplined,
but I find his youthful ideas most refreshing.
How about you, Mr. Stylor, man?
I'll take Chromedome.
That leaves me with Highbrow.
Not my first choice, but he'll do.
And the last one's reserved for my boy Daniel.
Easy, son.
Now hold on tight.
Wow!
I'm sure Arcee will take good care of you.
Nebulons and Autobots, prepare to merge.
Hey, Duros! Welcome to the club!
Glad to be aboard.
How are you doing, Arcee?
Hope you don't mind carrying me around like this.
You know, I don't, Daniel.
It's weird. I feel like we're...
a part of each other now.
I know. I feel it too.
Hey, Highbrow, what's happenin'?
I got stuck with you?
I was hoping for someone who would at least approach my own intellectual capacity.
Well, I'm not too thrilled about the accomodations either,
but we've bigger things to worry about.
Aw, this is great!
I can't wait to give those rotten hive machines a major pounding!
Great, huh? You called being strangled, great?
Rip off one of the tentacles!
I'm trying, I'm trying!
One clear shot down that hole will destroy it.
Don't think I can make it, Arcana!
Let me guide your actions.
Open the hatch!
Anything you put in there will totally scramble the machine's circuits!
Like what?
Like your fist!
Now, one well-aimed shot into that hole should finish it off!
You gotta be kidding!
Its the only weak spot if, its connected to the main brain circuit.
Of course, if it isn't, we'll have to keep ripping off tentacles till we get it.
Ah, the heck with it!
Gort, such swift devastation has never been committed against the Hive machines before.
Surely the Hive will be aware of it.
So what? Let 'em! We can take 'em all on now!
Can that be Gort and Arcana?
We must destroy them, Zarak!
Exterminate! Exterminate!
No, not yet. I wish to observe them.
It could prove valuable for us.
No sign of Hot Rod, Kup, or others, Optimus Prime.
Or the key to the plasma energy chamber!
Something is terribly wrong.
Prime! Where are you going?
To get some answers!
Now, maybe we'll get some answers out of you Auto-fools!
Well, Blurr? Anything to say?
You'll never make me talk, you dirty Decepticon Rat!
I'll never say a word! Not a word! I'll never, never, never, never talk!
How about you, old timer?
Wanna tell me where the key to the plasma energy chamber is?
Ah, go stick your head in a black hole, Scourge!
Leave him alone, you slimeball! If you want to torture somebody, torture me!
Cool your cylinders, lad, I can take it.
Yuck. Noble Autobots make me wanna puke.
You just love to waste your time, don't you, Scourge?
Whats that supposed to mean?
Well, isn't it obvious?
If any of these losers had the key, the other Autobots would be all over us by now.
That's exactly where we are, Scourge!
Five of you, against all of us? Your mad.
Oh yeah? Headmasters, show 'em what you got!
Charge!
What the devil?
Two Autobots are better than one, Cyclonus!
So thats where Gort and his rebels have been hiding.
The heads of those metal beings become robotic exosuits.
They're musclin' onto our turf! I say we rub 'em out!
Ah, but this development could be most useful to us.
Prime, where are you going to get these answers you want?
From the one who created me. From Alpha Trion.
But he's in... Vector Sigma.
The computer which gave us all life!
Right.
And with the shell of the Matrix, I maybe able
to reactivate Vector Sigma and merge with it.
Must escape!
They're demolishing us!
We must find a way to get clear of them!
They're getting away!
Never mind that. We've got to free the others.
They sure gave us a pounding.
And as long as they have the advantage of secondary operators,
we will never regain the key to the plasma evergy chamber.
What now?
Me tired of being pushed around all the time!
I am Zarak.
I have a little deal to offer you,
one which will enable you to defeat your adversaries.
And all it will cost you is...
your heads.
You get to defeat the Autobots,
and we get new bodies in the form of robotic exosuits made from your head.
We don't make deals with organic creatures.
You have no choice.
All right. All right, we'll deal!
How very wise of you.
Just one thing.
You can only have the heads of the animals.
Huh! Says you!
You'll do as I say or you'll die!
And what will you five offer us?
Our weapons.
You can modify them as you would do the heads.
A Hive operator in a powerful weapon.
Not such a bad idea.
Well, enough bargaining.
Remove your heads!
Let the transformations begin.
Alpha Trion.
I've been expecting you, Optimus.
Then you know why I've come.
Nebulos. That which you seek is there.
Nebulos?
But how did Brainstorm and the others—
Plasma energy.
The chamber was opened momentarily,
and a bolt of plasma energy struck their ship,
sending them millions of miles into space.
One bolt did all that?
It is raw energy.
It seeks out any entity that transforms matter into energy,
and overloads them, totally.
Only organic life is unaffected.
But hear me, Prime.
A second golden age of Cybertron is almost at hand,
but whether this comes to pass, depends on the
merging of an Autobot's life, with that, of a human being.
How do you know this, Alpha Trion?
Vector Sigma itself.
It was Vector Sigma who arranged for Galvatron to learn of the key's existence.
Alpha Trion! That makes no sense!
Do not question Vector Sigma's motives!
The parameters of its Thought Matrix are greater than you can imagine!
A final warning, Prime.
Whatever happens, the key to the plasma energy chamber must not be destroyed.
Vector Sigma, commands it!
Did you get your questions answered?
Yes. And every answer led to a bigger question.
But something's happenning on Nebulos.
The Decepticon modifications are complete, Lord Zarak.
Excellent. Proceed to bond with them.
I remain to work on a new plan, one which involves one entire city.
You can't be leaving!
I have no choice. The key is on Nebulos.
Until I return, I'm leaving you in command.
I know you won't let me down.
At last. We have real bodies.
The boys all call me Nightstick.
I hope ya like bustin' heads!
I like busting Autobot Headmasters better.
I live only to destroy our mutual enemies!
I think the name Aimless suits you better!
You can call me Caliburst! Because I've never missed a shot in my life!
But you've never taken a shot in your life.
See, would I lie to ya.
Call me Blowpipe, 'cause I wanna blow those rebels away!
Those Autobots are gonna be molten metal!
All right, knock it off!
And what of my weapon?
It's me, I'm Fracas! And if you think Blowpipe was bad, I'm worse!
And you're louder.
- I am Spasma! - And I am Krunk.
You two better not get out of line with us or we'll get mad!
Yeah! We're getting mad!
We'll see who's boss.
Me, a top Hive scientist, paired with a mangy night scavenger like you.
The powers of darkness are a more powerful weapon,
than all the toys your science can muster.
Now, unite with me.
Oh, yes, Master.
I'm to be bonded to that creature?
This project was a bad investment!
Let us go!
Hey, look!
Cerebros!
I found... a city.
Well, at least his brain circuits are still alive.
What was that city he mentioned?
Maybe, he found the lost city of the Hive,
where they lived before they developed their mental powers
and moved underground.
Fellas, we've got company.
Autobots, prepare to die!
Decepticon Targetmasters, Attack!
Decepticon Headmasters, destroy!
Now they've got Headmasters too!
Those creeps, swiping my idea, I'll sue!
Come on, you dumb monsters!
You don't scare me!
Woah, now you scare me!
Can't you hit anything, Aimless?
What'd you expect? I'm new at this!
Autobot Headmasters, let's butt heads with them!
If I only had some energy sensing equipment,
We could easily find which one of them has the key!
What need have I for your scientific toys,
when I have my, extrasensory powers?
That one!
The key to the plasma energy chamber! Give it to me!
Go hang upside down from a tree, Mindwipe!
We must find the key! Zarak commands it!
The Headmasters and Targetmasters! They are the Hive!
The key! I have it!
Ah, but I have you, Nightstick!
You dirty rat! Let go of me!
Arcana! Activate my exoscanner!
Run a full scan of his body!
Let go, I tell ya! Let go!
You stinkin' punk, I'll get you for that!
We have the key!
Now let us destroy those accursed Autobots!
No no! We gotta get back to the Hive City! Zarak commands it!
Never! Not until every last Autobot is a smoking pile of rubble.
I don't care about your petty feud!
I obey Zarak! We go! Now!
Very well, Fracas, but this argument's not over yet.
They're getting away!
And they've got the key!
We've got to follow them!
Forget it. They can fly, and you guys can't.
But the key!
Ah, you're forgetting one crucial thing.
They can't get off this planet anymore than we can.
Besides, I've got something that'll help us get the key back.
This is how they did it.
This is how the Hive modified the Decepti-creep's guns.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Six rebel sharpshooters...
Six Autobots. Let's do it.
Well, whad'ya know?
Spike, hows it coming?
Its done.
Optimus Prime, I want you to meet some friends of mine.
I cannot see anybody.
Show him, Kup!
Hi, I'm Recoil! Sure heard a lot about you, Optimus Prime.
That's not all, not all by a longshot! Not by a longshot, no sir!
I'm called Haywire, and I can nail a Decepti-creep at four thousand yards!
Haha, you bet!
They call me, Peacemaker.
Spoilsport's the name and there ain't a target I can't hit!
I'm Pinpointer, and I'm an even better shot than he is!
And I'm Firebolt. We are the Targetmasters!
And we're all Headmasters now, Prime! Watch!
How did this all happen?
Its a long story, Prime. And with a couple of hitches in it.
Yeah. The Decepticons are Headmasters and Targetmasters too.
And, they've got the key.
Then lets get it back.
This is absurd! We're wasting time here!
You will wait. Zarak's modifications are nearly finished.
If I have to wait any longer, I'm gonna bust a gasket!
Why wait? I'll be happy to bust it for ya, Triggerhappy!
You dare challenge us, after the humiliation we served on you last time?
Nothing you served up could ever humiliate an Autobot, Scourge!
Annihilate them!
Autobot Targetmasters, let 'em have it!
I think we're in trouble!
Blast 'em, Spoilsport!
With pleasure, Sureshot!
Scourge has the key! Come on!
Give it to me, Scourge!
Good work, Arcee.
And this time you won't get it back, Decepti-creeps!
You are wrong!
Zarak did it!
What in blazes?
Autobots! Prepare to feel the sting of...
SCORPONOK!