Transformers: The Last Knight Page #2

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all right?

I'm just here

to help you.

Easy, buddy. Yeah.

You're hurt really bad.

All right?

Protect from quin...

I'm sorry.

Take the...

The talisman

will protect you.

Oh, you don't

owe me anything.

Seglass ni tonday.

I can't. You keep it.

Quin... quin...

He didn't make it, bee.

I'm coming out solo.

This is turning

into one shitty-ass day.

Cyclops, eyeball kingfish.

Flip ir to eo.

He's a positive match, sir.

It's Cade yeager.

It's over.

Help yourself out here.

Where are the others?

The ones you're hiding.

I don't sell out friends.

"Friends."

This is an invasion.

One day we wake up...

They're in charge.

You see anybody in charge?

They just keep

falling out of the sky.

Something's coming,

and you can't shoot

your way out of it.

What was that?

That was a mistake.

Watch out,

watch out,

watch out!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Next time

you shoot somebody,

don't go near 'em

till you're sure they're dead.

Put the weapon down,

trust me!

Easy, bee. Easy.

I'll burn you so bad

you'll wish

you'd died as a child.

Shoot him!

You're dead before

i hit the ground.

I said stand down.

Shoot! Shoot!

Take the shot!

Shoot!

Don't do it, bee!

Hold your fire!

Hold it!

You! Drop it!

I'm not dropping sh*t.

Hey.

The military

doesn't want it this way,

bee, you gotta believe that.

It's a new world order

now and these guys are

calling the shots.

All they want is a home,

and you know it.

You push them,

and they push right back.

Hound's in town.

Love starting the day off

with a gunfight.

Sorry I'm late.

My invitation to

this ass-kicking

must've got lost

in the mail!

Me and my crew are

rolling out of here.

- Call off your birds.

- Let's go.

They're not gonna touch us.

All right, star 1, abort.

Negative decepticon activity.

Trf, stand fast.

Drop your guns.

You sure you

don't want to shoot?

I'm a big ol' target.

Wusses.

Whose side are you on?

They're all bad.

No, they're not.

Eagle eye, tag him.

I've never seen

one like it, general.

This one's older,

older than optimus prime.

Decepticon

barricade was spotted

at that same location.

CIA's had him under

pred surveillance

for a while now.

Yeah, he's been keeping

some interesting company.

The staff is hidden on earth.

A weapon of ultimate power.

We'll find this staff.

That voice.

I can hear it

in my nightmares.

Megatron.

Waiting

for authentication.

It's him.

Lord Megatron.

Get that out of my face.

Report.

Tell me you have

found the talisman.

I saw it. A dying knight

gave it to a human.

But there was too

much trf firepower.

You let the talisman

get away!

We must have it!

Without the talisman,

we cannot find the staff!

I know who can lead us

to it.

The trf.

Commander in chief

wants that weapon,

or "staff" as he calls it,

secured at all cost.

Maintain your

covert embed with trf.

Sir...

They just don't get it.

Our history with

bee and the autobots.

Oh, what we would all give

to have prime back right now.

Optimus prime.

Re-entry cybertron.

My world!

What has happened to my world?

Your world is dying.

I've been waiting

for you, optimus.

Come meet your maker.

You are my creator?

I am quintessa,

the prime of life.

What have you done

to my home?

I will kill you!

You dare to strike

your god?

Your war doomed

cybertron.

Megatron started the war!

You destroyed

your world, you fool.

My perfect creation.

You're going

to fix it,

or the race of

transformers

dies forever.

I made you.

You are mine

to command.

How did you

get in here?

My lord,

that weird thing

we've been waiting for

1,600 years to happen...

I think it's really

happening this time!

The knight has arrived.

The talisman

has been bestowed.

At last, cogman.

It begins.

Mine!

Yes!

Okay. Thanks.

Whew!

Wembly!

I was quite open.

There's a reason

why you're always open.

There's a reason

you're always single.

What?

What?

Idiot.

Oh, god. Okay.

So late, so late, so late.

484 ce. A desperate

last stand between

civilization and barbarism.

Two worlds colliding.

Only one survives.

Lancelot. Percival.

King Arthur.

Honorable men.

Brave, muscles sinewed,

sweat glistening

off their bodies.

A few brave men

who were willing to

sacrifice all for victory.

Sound too good

to be true, poppy?

Because it's horseshit.

Arthur.

A likely composite

of a Roman general

and a Celtic king.

Our dragon.

Just a medieval catapult.

And then we have Merlin,

our kingmaker.

Probably never existed.

The question is,

why? Why do we tell

ourselves these stories?

Other than the fact

that dragons are wicked.

It's because

we want to believe.

Believe that we can be

heroes in our own lives.

When all seems lost,

a few brave souls, us,

can save everything

we've ever known.

Or is it just the dragons?

Well,

it won't be much longer

now, old friend.

Signs of the end

are all around us.

You know what to do,

don't you?

We must rebuild my home.

There is a way

to heal your world.

My power of creation,

the staff,

was stolen from me by

my 12 guardian knights.

They betrayed me

and hid it on earth.

Gave it to

your precious humans.

The staff is the only way

to bring life

back to cybertron.

You are going

to find it for me.

Do you seek redemption,

prime?

Do you?

My maker,

I do.

No fear. No hate.

No anger.

No fear. No hate.

No anger.

Get off, you maggot!

I will kill you,

flying rat!

He's very little.

Very tiring.

Losing our heads

sitting around here.

So tired of hiding.

Oh, hey, chief!

Wow, nice... ow.

God!

Nice horse you got there.

You're really getting into

this whole Indian thing, huh?

Don't call me chief.

My name is sherman.

Aren't you

the tribal chief?

Yeah. But from you

it sounds...

I don't know,

vaguely racist.

My cruiser got stolen.

What?

Again.

That's terrible!

You know what?

Sh*t's getting

out of control.

There's crime

going on everywhere!

A bunch of my stuff

got stolen.

Cut the sh*t, Cade...

And get me my car back.

Booyah! Big time.

Been holding that one

in for a while.

Damn, forgot about

that cluster bomb.

Yo!

What's

your problem, dude?

Sqweeks!

Next time, ease

on the brakes!

That's the way I roll.

I like to make a statement

when I arrive.

Well, you're getting dust

all over the campus!

This ain't no campus.

It's a junkyard!

Come on, hustle.

Andale, andale!

Jimmy!

Hey, don't take

any aggression out on me.

Damn it, grimlock!

We're guests here!

You got in

some sh*t, huh?

Yeah, neck deep!

Cade, that's what you get

for taking the yellow bugger.

You need a leader out

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