Transformers One Page #6

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Elita-1:
Oh, come on!

(The rapid terrain comes closer as the group grabs hold of the safety bars. Soon, the terrain forms walls and crevices, causing the train to suffer turbulence.)

D-16:
Oh, now I know why no one comes to the surface!

(The train's colliding and careening send the four bots falling off as the scene cuts to black. Soon...)

Orion Pax:
Elita? Elita? You okay?

(Elita slowly wakes up, punching Orion in the face.)

Orion Pax:
(groans in pain) Please stop punching me in the face.

B-127:
Can you help?

Elita-1:
Iacon… The train… Where’s the train?!

Orion Pax:
Relax, okay? Here it comes.

(Unfortunately, the train turns away from them.)

Orion Pax:
And there it goes. Okay, I was wrong about that. It was going the other way.

(Elita lets out an enraged yell that echoes across the plains. She soon blows off some steam by punching some rocks.)

Orion Pax:
Okay, so I think this is us, and if we follow the path to…

(Elita takes the chip from him.)

Elita-1:
(strictly and angrily) Now you listen to me, Mr. “Zero Seconds Since My Last Accident!” I’ll go on your little quest because I don’t have a choice, but I carry the map, I navigate, and if this leads to nothing, then I’m dragging you and those two idiot go-bots back to Iacon City and to the first supervisor depot we see, at which point you will explain everything that’s happened, using words that reflect me in a VERY positive light! Got it?!?

Orion Pax:
Yeah, okay. Deal. Great. All right.

Elita-1:
Let’s go!

B-127:
She’s joining us? (laughs eagerly) Fantastic! (to Elita) Hi there. Uh, Elita, right? Am I saying that right? Wanted to formally introduce myself. I’m B-127. You kneed me in the face earlier, back there. You can call me B, or Badassatron. It’s a nickname some of the guys gave me. I don’t know. I didn’t give it to myself or anything. Actually, it’s pronounced… (in a deep voice) “Badassatron,” (in normal voice) in case you were wondering. (in a deep voice) Badassatron. (in a normal voice) You like that, right? (in a deep voice) Badass…

Elita-1:
I’m gonna need you to talk less.

B-127:
(in normal voice) Sure! No… Yeah, no problem. What am I talking less about, my nickname? That’s fine with me. Got some mountains over here…

Orion Pax:
Hey. You’re thinking about what you’ll say when you hand the Matrix to Sentinel, aren’t you?

D-16:
I can’t help it.

Orion Pax:
D, we’re really doing this.

D-16:
So glad I’m out here with you. This was a great idea.

(And so, the four travel across the surface...)

B-127:
I’m just having a good time. How much further is the Matrix on the map? Make an educated guesstimate. This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to anyone anywhere, I’m telling you!

Not one, not two

Not three, but four.

Four best friends who are walking through the door. (speaks) There’s no doors, we’re outside.

(Along their journey, they come across some of the wildlife and vegetation.)

Orion Pax:
Hey, look, there’s more of it over here.

Elita-1:
What is it?

D-16:
It’s not metal.

Orion Pax:
It’s like some kind of weird nature. It’s weird.

Elita-1:
So are they.

B-127:
(sings) Going to the Matrix with my best friends.

(Then, they hear a sound.)

Elita-1:
What was that?

(The glowing adornments of the deer-like creatures around them turn red, alerting danger.)

Orion Pax:
Um… I think this is not right. We should go.

D-16:
Yeah, good idea.

Elita-1:
Run!

B-127:
What are we running from?

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