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The Transformers' war continues in an older time, through a new generation. On pliocenic Earth, the heroic Maximals and the evil Predacons battle for survival against each other and against a violent planet.
Waspinator: Two-head throw Megatron in lava pit! Megatron want slag Two-head. Waspinator down with that!
Inferno: You're no match for me. Burn, traitor, burn.
Silverbolt: Stop, you fiend. Blackarachnia: What? Silverbolt: I was listening to your plan to destroy us. Blackarachnia: Oh. Why are the good-looking ones always such tube-heads? That was a diversion. I wanted to get Dinobot away from you. Silverbolt: YOU SHOT ME. Blackarachnia: If I didn't he would have blown your head off and you're still functional, aren't you?
Inferno: For the glory of the royalty!
Blackarachnia: Trust isn't easy for a Predacon. Silverbolt: You're only a Predacon because of Tarantulas. Inside you're a Maximal. When this is over you'll be one again as you were meant to be.
Silverbolt: Come on wings, work... Work, blast you... WOOOORRRRKKK.
Tarantulas: Oh, what a gullible fool he is. Blackarachnia: Tarantulas! Tarantulas: Forgotten about our mental cyberlink She-Spider? Well, I haven't. Tarantulas: What do you want, quasar brain? Tarantulas: Just to give you a quick reminder. Play whatever games you wish with him but dare to cross me and you will suffer for your treachery! Blackarachnina: Sugar-bot! I told you to let me help you with that. Blackarachnia: Oh, back off, robo-rube! Blackarachnina: Huh? There just ain't no figuring females! Tarantulas: A small fact of life, Fuzor. [laughing] Blackarachnia: Laugh while you can, ground crawler. I'll free myself from your control and then you'll pay!
Optimus Primal: Megatron? Megatron: Leave here, Optimus Primal. I will deal with this. Optimus Primal: Like you did last time? Dream on. All Maximals, *maximize*! Megatron: Predacons, *terrorize*!
Silverbolt: I can't pick up her signal. It's time to get back to basics. I'm picking up her scent, and I'm picking up another scent, a foul one, Dinobot.
Waspinator: Waspinator sees helpless target! Oooooh, happy day!
Rampage: Ignore the pain. It's only going to get worse!
Blackarachnia: Do Maximals always talk such slop?
Blackarachnia: Another insect? How depressing.
Airazor: Go on, spider. Make a move. PLEASE.
Cheetor: We've got to stop them before they reach the base. Ratrap: That's your department, Sky Cat. Fire up. We'll be right behind you. Dinobot: My weapon is depleted. Cheetor: I need a running start. Ratrap: Criminy, the pair of ya! I'VE GOTTA DO EVERYTHING?
Rattrap: [watching the viewscreen] Whoo hoo! We've got Preds jumping out from every rock. I'm bringing the autoguns online. Optimus Primal: Rattrap? What's the situation? Rattrap: I can't get a good bead on them with the autoguns. They're shooting from cover and as far as I can tell they're aiming at the walls. Optimus Primal: They're trying to disrupt our power. Somehow they know what we're doing. We've got to engage them.
Rattrap: Would you lie down, and groan, for crying out loud; you're supposed to be half-dead. Dinobot: If you do not shut up, vermin, you shall be my role model. Rattrap: Oh, yeah, and who's gonna... [Tigatron growls] Rattrap: All right. All right. I'm shutting up. If it ain't the dinosaurs up your nose it's the felines.
[repeated line] Rattrap: We're all gonna die.
Blackarachnia: Easy for you to say. You like this hero stuff. Me? I'm just a bad girl. Silverbolt: When I look in your eyes I see no evil. Only love. Blackarachnia: Sappy as always. What did I ever see in you anyways? Oh yeah. I remember. [screams] Silverbolt: NOOOOOOO.
Megatron: Quickstrike, you may lead. Quickstrike: Yee-haw! now that's what I like to hear. Inferno: [confused] Royalty, why was I not chosen? Megatron: Because, Inferno, when expecting booby traps... Megatron: [Quickstrike gets caught in the Maximal's booby trap] Always send the "boob" in first.
Silverbolt: And still as welcomed as the moonlight. [Rattrap smacks himself on the forehead] Silverbolt: When I thought you were gone I... Blackarachnina: It will take a lot more than that to get rid of me, Jojo. But when I have to come and rescue you when you're rescuing me my future may be in doubt so KNOCK IT OFF!
Rattrap: Nobody does that to my team, sister.
Waspinator: Waspinator not think this job so important! Inferno: Every job for the Royalty is a gift, Waspinator: [turning his head] Ant-bot is major suck up.
Megatron: Blast that scheming spider! Again he defies me! Inferno: Say the word, my queen, and he shall burn! Megatron: Not just yet. And for the last time, STOP CALLING ME THAT! Inferno: As you command, my qu... [Megatron starts to strangle Inferno]
Blackarachnia: Optimus? Is it really you? Optimus Primal: Yes, but Tarantulas has betrayed Megatron and taken control of Teletran 1. I don't know what he's planning... Blackarachnia: But it isn't good.
Blackarachnia: Great. I get paired with the one cat who lands on his head.
Optimus Primal: If I can just reach his spark. Silverbolt: Easier said than done.
Tarantulas: And just what are you planning to do with that? Blackarachnia: I'm tired of being your slave. Either terminate the link between us or I'll crack this cube and you know what will happen then. Tarantulas: You don't have the nerve. Besides, I can stop you with a single thought. Blackarachnia: Really? I'm betting the energon radiation will interfere with our link. Tarantulas: Okay. Let's find out. [Tarantulas tries to enter Blackarachnia's head] Blackarachnia: I warned you! [upon cracking the energon cube, Blackarachnia starts to shriek] Tarantulas: Oh, demond! What have you done? Stop this insanity, She-Spider. Throw the cube away. Blackarachnia: Never! I will be free one way or another. Tarantulas: Fine then. Go ahead and delete yourself for all. [Tarantulas wails in pain] Tarantulas: The cyberlink works both ways. I share your pain. Blackarachnia: Then, sever the link, Tarantulas. Save us both. Tarantulas: No, I can't. Blackarachnia: Then we both go offline together. Tarantulas: Fine! You win again. The link is broken. Get out of my mind. GET OUT! Blackarachnia: [throws the energon cube away] I told you I'd be free. Tarantulas: But you won't live to gloat about it.
Rattrap: Hey, I don't think so. Dinobot: And I really don't think so.
Inferno: Fool! Pain is my friend! Allow me to introduce YOU to it!
Rhinox: All of the equipment is on board but I'll need time to boot the Ark's main engine.
Rhinox: Is it just me or is our boy particularly happy today? Rattrap: It's the spider lady that I'm worried about. Rhinox: What do you mean? 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.
Blackarachnia: [watching Dinobot coming] Uh-oh! [ducks behind a fallen tree] Blackarachnia: I don't know how you survived my cyber-venom but a triple-dose should drop you.
Blackarachnia: Sorry, chunk-style, but I like being a bad girl. And you know something else? Somewhere, deep beneath this squeaky-clean armor plating of yours... I think you like it too. Hmmm?
Blackarachnia: [after Tarantulas takes Blackarachnia in to a choke hold] You? What are you doing here? Tarantulas: You have some information I need. Megatron: Yes. Let's hear it. Blackarachnia: Okay, Tarantulas, here's the scoop. Megatron is a slag-sucking saurian. Got it? Megatron: Hmm? She'll pay for that one. Tarantulas: Let's see if using you as a shield will improve your sense of reason.
[during a battle] Rattrap: This was the party I expected! Optimus Primal: Let's mingle!
Cheetor: You did great out there and I kind of... Blackarachnia: Listen, tabby, you're a nice kid, which is two strikes against ya so don't go looking for strike three, okay? Cheetor: I am NOT a kid... [Silverbolt snorts] Cheetor: And maybe I'm not so nice either.
Blackarachnia: Thanks for coming after me. It was sweet. Silverbolt: As was the way you confessed the truth to Optimus. Oh we'll make a Maximal out of you yet. Blackarachnia: In your dreams. I like myself just the way I am and I intend to stay this way. HOME, ROVER.
Optimus Primal: Sometimes 'crazy' works!
Blackarachnia: They're back just like Tarantulas always said they would be.
Silverbolt: There you are. Have you anything to say for yourself? Blackarachnia: Yeah. DUCK. Silverbolt: HUH? Ow.
Blackarachnia: Don't bug me, kid; your forehead slopes.
Blackarachnia: [hanging from the ceiling] Hey, crumb-head! Want to play hide'n'seek? Inferno: Huh? [notices an opened door] Inferno: She has gone outside. Inferno: [Blackarachnia pushes the door shut behind Inferno. He bangs on the door] Let me in! Blackarachnia: [sighing] The only thing worse than a salesman is a pushy Predacon. Autoguns online. Inferno: Oh, no! [blam]
Rattrap: You'd never catch me letting a Predacon inside my circuitry. Cheetor: Shut up, Rattrap. Silverbolt: Listen to him, rat, if you value your spark. Rattrap: Is that a threat? Cheetor: Count on it.
Blackarachnia: Now haul your hero hinny out of here. I don't remember inviting you to the picnic.
Blackarachnia: Ready to rock and roll, insect? Inferno: I don't rock and roll... I burn!
Silverbolt: Although attacking your own comrade is no doubt business as usual in Predacon guides of villainy it is simply... unacceptable behaviour... in my book.
Tarantulas: Don't cats ever get tired of being stupid?
Rattrap: I hate to say it, but we're trapped like rats.
Megatron: You hacked the access codes from my data tracks before you destroyed my computer, didn't you? Blackarachnia: So what if I did? What are you going to do? Slag me? You still don't have the codes. Megatron: I had a more effective target in mind. [Fires up and aims at Silverbolt's head] Blackarachnia: Slag him if you want to. He means nothing to me. Megatron: [aims at Silverbolt's head] The codes, Blackarachnia, produce them *now*! Blackarachnia: Wait! Okay, I'll do it. Teletron 1: decrypt and transmit acess codes... *Now*! Predacon Ship Computer: Acknowledged. Megatron: Is it working? Blackarachnia: It had better be working.
Silverbolt: Are you all right? Blackarachnia: I always figured if anyone would survive the Beast Wars it would be me. It looks like I was wrong. Silverbolt: Now you mustn't say such things. Rhinox will find a way... Just trust him.
Rattrap: We're all gonna die... [everyone glares at him] Rattrap: Yeah, yeah, I know... "shut up, Rattrap!"
Megatron: The base is undermanned and unprotected - ours for the asking! Quickstrike: Awwwww now, we ain't gonna ask, are we? How's about we just blast our way in, and slag everybody and TAKE IT! Megatron: Mmm... okay!
Blackarachnia: Oh no. You're not saving my life again? AFTER I SHOT YOU? Silverbolt: It is my duty as a Maximal and a heroic character. Blackarachnia: You know I like 'em big and stupid but you're really pushing it.
Megatron: Good work, Inferno. Now go repair yourself Inferno: Yes, my queen. Megatron: ...I wish he wouldn't call me that
Megatron: Soon, very soon, I expect a visit from Cybertron. Rampage: I eagerly anticipate your imminent demise, then.
Rattrap: You should know, being his little eight-legged lieutenant. Optimus Primal: Rattrap, be quiet.
Tarantulas: It's working... it's working... my spark is restored... my body is stronger than ever... I live... I *live*! He he he ha ha ha!
Blackarachnia: Oh, great. I let that sneaky lizard lead me right into Megatron's jamming zone.