[fires]. Waspinator: The idiot does not respond! Airazor: We can't leave Optimus in there! Optimus Primal: [chuckles] Got you in the one place you can't reach, didn't it? Terrorsaur: Tarantulas, stop slobbering all over me! Quickstrike: Yee-haw! Cheetor: Believe me, you don't want to know... Optimus Primal: This is one unusual planet, whatever it is... Megatron: What does it matter which planet we're on? Silverbolt: [clearing his throat] Yes, um, very well. Megatron: The satisfaction that you have, played a leading role, in the destruction of your former comrades. I'll, I'll melt them down and use them for aluminum siding! Web. We must travel by foot to the peak of that mountain above the energon storm where we can contact our respected bases. But let me assure you, being shot in the back by a malodorous MOUSE would not exactly earn me a seat in Silicon Valhalla! [Cheetor flies around the base. [With a scream, Starscream's spark is disgorged from Waspinator's body]. Silverbolt: But you are. Here's a list for easy reference: Optimus Prime and Megatron with anyone. And as Maximals, we've got a duty to explore and defend this world. It is the ACT I enjoy more than the nourishment. BRUTALLY! Rhinox: I'd better come up with a plan. Burn, traitor, burn. Now, what do ya say you let my pal go? Inferno: [confused] Royalty, why was I not chosen? [During a battle, Rattrap refuses to attack and is picked up by a fed-up Rhinox]. The winner shall lead the Predacons, and the loser shall be destroyed! Optimus Primal: Maybe. More information... People also love these ideas Blackarachnia: Ready to rock and roll, insect? Optimus Primal: Optimus Primal: maximize! Cheetor: [pointing a blaster at Scorponok] And you'll be slag if you don't stay right where you are, claw-hole! Join me, or perish! Rattrap: In case you haven't noticed, Scales, we ain't exactly in fighting trim ourselves. Cheetor: OH, YEAH? There are living creatures here! Blackarachnia: It's not a bomb, bug! We defeated Tyrest. I expect you're right. Rattrap: Yeah, nobody's going to hurt you, kid. Silverbolt: [as Rhinox begins to turn Blackarachnia's internal systems off] Come back to me soon, beloved. I swear it! Dragon-bot not command Waspinator! Hmmm? Cheetor: We hear you, Big Bot. As of NOW! None of us have slept for two days! This is home. Rattrap: Man, I'd hate to sell encyclopedias in that neighborhood! So how do I help? A monthly Generation 1 series published by IDW Publishing, which picks up the story threads from The Transformers: All Hail Megatron three years later and moves the story forward. Check this! Stop him! Optimus Primal: If you've scanned me, you know we did not come to this planet by choice! Now! Tigatron: Not many can sneak up on me like that... Optimus Primal: I think you could learn a lot from Rattrap... if you could stand him. Eh? Let's go find her. Airazor: But Blackarachnia and Scorpinok... oh. Optimus Primal: I understand. 'Cause now that I'm a Predacon, I'm just a little too crafty for you... Rhinox: It's called irony, sport. I had a little think about how I want a more morally gray transformers series. This is Airazor. Optimus Primal: Can you reactivate her Maximal programing? But I was capable of giving you better cover fire, you were not. Rhinox: What's coming out of your gearing? Rattrap: Yeah, so if you could stop crushing her to your manly torso plate for a while, what say we start the repairs? Dinobot: Hmmm, are you certain? I could destroy them! [a plummeting Rattrap is joined by a gloating Terrorsaur]. Come on, let's get back to base. Scorponok: [blasts Cheetor when he is distracted by Tarantulas] Yes! [aims his blaster at the tigers], Megatron: So surrender yourselves and this pod, or they shall be terminated! Good. Megatron: I simply have a penchant for intelligent conversation. Blackarachnia: Another insect? Rattrap: [to Una] You better bail, sister. Blackarachnia: Hahaha! Optimus Primal: That is the Maximal way. Well, there's cleverness and cunning as well. All right, Transformers fans. I won't have you freaks plotting behind the Royalty's back! He feels that... Inferno: [appearing] *Forrrr the royalty!*. Blackarachnia: Transmetals have more power. Well, fortunately, this time your foolishness will destroy you and your Maximals. Optimus Primal: I will not give an order I would not be willing to do myself! I tried my best to fit in with you Maximals but it just isn't working. It's a lost art. Prepare for drop! [Rhinox disregards these comments and simply barges through the boulders]. [Tigatron and Airazor move together to kiss... ]. Waspinator: Waspinator sees helpless target! Rhinox: I guess we'll have to wait and see... Blackarachnia: [taking control of the island] Yeesss... Optimus Primal: You know, you're a real piece of work. You IDIOT! Optimus Primal: He was a difficult Maximal to deal with - at times, impossible. When this is over you'll be one again as you were meant to be. I'll free myself from your control and then you'll pay! Terrorsaur: Take it from me. You're embarrassing me. Dragon-bot command you, Sub-commander kiss-butt! Megatron: There must be a malfunction with the image-decompression protcom ray. Depthcharge: I don't have a glide mode, mouse! [In a dream, Cheetor wipes out a Predacon squad], Cheetor: Now it's just you and me, Megajerk... [Megatron is blasted], Tarantulas: [inside a crevasse] And when will YOU learn, pussycat? So... how about making like a hero and flying me out of here? Airazor: Better... still thrashed... can't fly. Ya just gotta know how to talk to it! He he he ha ha ha! Evacuate the base! Follow. Tigatron: May the Matrix protect your spark for all eternity. Rattrap: Call me paranoid but I don't trust spiders, I don't trust Predacons, and I don't trust dames who sneak in and out of classified areas when they think that nobody is watching. Rhinox: Knock it off. do you think that g1/idw starscream would make a hat to look like Optimus and pretend to be him for the day while Optimus takes a nap for the day? A little more defense and maybe Waspinator not get blown up all the time! Waspinator rules! Lethal threat demands lethal response! Scrape ape! In 2005 IDW picked up the rights for Transformers and hired long-time Transformers writer Simon Furman to craft a rebooted Generation 1 continuity. Now, you reap the appropriate reward for your trust and good faith... [Scorponok appears]. [Rhinox, carrying Optimus Primal and Rattrap, heads towards some boulders], Optimus Primal: Veer left! [Dinobot makes a furtive movement behind Optimus, who turns and aims everything at him]. Rhinox: Sentinel thinks we're intruders! Rattrap: Oh. Rattrap: Yeah? The mine's rerouted all his life-support functions to itself. Dinobot: Yes, and now I shall neautralize you! Yeesss... Have you anything to say? This ship contained some of Cybertron's finest heroes. Inspired by Jhiaxus's talk of a prophecy known as "Dark Cybertron" that predated … Rhinox: Let them go! Optimus Primal: Maximal or Predacon, you're one of us. You should know that by now. Larger goals are at stake. The way those two reacted, that's no natural lifeform... and if we're talking UNnatural lifeforms, then we gotta be talking about just one thing: Robots in Disguise! Oh. Idiot is comatose! I WANTED IT. Blackarachnia: Main engines now connected to Teletron 1. Blackarachnia: [listening in] So that's the way it is, huh? Megatron: Face it, Dinobot, you're obsolete technology! Optimus Primal: They're trying to disrupt our power. [Rattrap, with explosives, brings a cavern roof down on Tarantulas, enabling him and Cheetor to escape]. Megatron: Prepare for full scale assault! Rattrap: It's the spider lady that I'm worried about. You're sweet. The production designer for the show, Clyde Klotz, won a Daytime Emmy Award for Outstanding Individual Achievement in Animation in 1997 for his work on Beast Wars. Silverbolt: I believe that Blackarachnia will not hurt me me but she would show no such compunctions against Cheetor. Rhinox: [shakes his head] Can't be done. In my lust for battle, I caused the death of an innocent. So, what do you say? Megatron: Now where's the fun in that? Tarantulas: The cyberlink works both ways. Rhinox: Best thing for us all would be to put it in Stasis Lock, immediately. Starscream: Disarm him, force him to transform, and then chain him in the hold or somewhere! A bit obvious, but to the point, don't you think? Permit me to inform you that an enemy that appears peaceful... may in fact be biding its time! Silverbolt: You've already hurt me, but you're going to learn the truth even if... Ow. Rhinox: [after Cheetor has awakened with a scream] Good as new. Blackarachnia: But Big Mac here is still fading. [Dinobot smirks]. Megatron: Ahh, situation normal then. Well, I haven't. Dinobot: You should have left me behind... Rattrap: Look, Dino-buster, Optimus went through enemy fire to save your scaly skin, so don't spoil the sacrifice! Rhinox: Gets worse. It's darker'n than the Inferno out here. Blackarachnia: Oh, it's no legend, Bowser. Megatron: Brilliant! ALL of the problematic pairings. [Cheetor meets two cheetahs for the first time]. Rattrap: [at a console] C'mon, baby, c'mon, give it up for the rat... Scorponok: The space scanner. I'm sure you worked out the chain of command peacefully. I was able to reprogram it while you were unconsious. PLEASE. Tarantulas to Megatron. Rampage: It is ONLY for me! Dinobot: It is a doomed mission! Tarantulas: You have some information I need. Optimus Primal: Heads up, bots; get ready to move! And this... well, this is simply a battlefield. Silverbolt: [mourning Transmutate] It's over. Waspinator: Who dares attack Waspinator? Let me fall and save yourself! Yeesss... for Maximals, and then the galaxy, will be ours to conquer! HOME, ROVER. I wonder when we'll find out the answer. The usual "Destiny and Honor" speech. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll apologize. Blackarachnia: Oh, *no way*! Yeesss... but Optimus Primal is mine. This island was built to bring subjects from this planet here, and, uh, test them... Rattrap: I don't know, Bird Lady. Tigatron: [entering the Maximal base] It feels strange to be in such an artificial setting... Rattrap: Hey, hey, hey, it's Tigatron the Barbarian! Rattrap: Yeah, with me in front. Rattrap: I knew it... you got your circuits crossed, kid! Optimus Primal: [stirring] 'Fraid I'll have to miss it, Dinobot - I'm not scrap yet! Me? Cheetor: You're right about one thing, anyway. Blackarachnia: Then, sever the link, Tarantulas. It's where your interests connect you with your people. But the bottom line is: the defense system ain't built that can beat me! She and I are trapped on a mysterious flying island. Waspinator: Ant-bot could not find own thorax with two hands and a road map! Optimus Primal: I'll remember that next time YOU'RE out missing in an energon storm! Where's my fellow cat-bot? Optimus Primal: Can't maneuver with a passenger! If you have the courage... Megatron: Very well. Megatron: Not just yet. Reprogramming me was the worst mistake you ever made. Dinobot: [ready to attack] You won't get me! Rattrap: Hey, we got out of there alive, didn't we? Dinobot: I beg to differ! But he won't leave me in the dust! [Optimus Primal groans in the corner of the Ark]. now that's what I like to hear. He means nothing to me. Let its heart guide your own. The energon blast will fry my circuits entirely! For the moment... we are brothers. Megatron: Now where was I? We've got to engage them. Megatron: May I remind Waspinator that the current ceasefire applies only in reference to Maximals! Eh... as much as I'd love to see the both o'you scrap yourselves... ehh... just save it for my birthday. Megatron is a slag-sucking saurian. I'M second-in-command! [Airazor awakes fully repaired, but finds only Tigatron at the base]. Megatron: Aah, would I could have that sound to lull me to sleep each night. Waspinator: Oooooh, Waspinator bet on Optimus! Dinobot: I challenge you to battle, Megatron. Our loyal friend. He's only with us because he thought we'd win, not because he believed in what he stood for! He bangs on the door] Let me in! Optimus Primal: I'm going to call Dinobot in from the perimeter! Rhinox: Sure, he smelled, he was a rat - but he was my best friend. Megatron: WHAT? Come back to us. Megatron: Farewell, Maximals. Cheetor: Aw, forget him, big R! Rattrap: Dinobot against six Preds - there won't be enough left of him to make a toaster. The shell I implanted in her has certain safeguards. Rattrap: [chuckling] Funny... that's just what I was thinkin'. Cheetor: Pay no attention to the rodent; he's got a major glitch in his system! He took enough energon damage just getting back here! MtMtE Volume 10. [it starts spinning in his grip so he drops it on the ground, where it instantaneously germinates]. Rat... robot. Ratrap: Yeah. Destiny has one great test in store for us all. [seeing the floating mountain for the first time]. Rattrap: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heeh! Depthcharge: I knew saving your hide was a mistake. You don't trust me either? Fear spreads through Cybertron, leading more and more citizens into the waiting arms of the Ascenticon movement—making Bumblebee’s new job as part of the Guard much more difficult. "Beast Wars: Transformers Quotes." [Optimus takes his spark energy and transfers it to Cheetor's spark]. I'll stop him! The Beast Wars TV series was the first Transformers series to feature computer-animated characters, and was produced by Mainframe Entertainment (now known as Rainmaker Studios) of Canada, specifically Vancouver; its story editors were Bob Forward and Larry DiTillio. And Waspinator sick of being blown to scrap all the time! But on this planet, we Maximals have become something more. Just hold on tight... Rattrap: Oh man, oh man, oh man... don't tell me you're gonna... JUUMMMP! Inferno: Say the word, my queen, and he shall burn! Prowl is the Autobot military strategist. It's an old story. You wanna question my orders one... more... time? Dinobot II: You've already read the Covenant of Primus?