Transformers Prime Beast Hunters: Predacons Rising Page #2

- Who made him leader?

- He did snuff Megatron.

I'm not leading.

- I'm scouting.

- Fair enough.

But you do realize we're

nowhere near where we found those

- Predacons, right?

- We're not looking for those

Predacons. I followed

this energon trail,

which means he was wounded...

And I know we aren't

the ones who wounded him.

Whoa.

You mean we've been tracking...

...Predaking?

Hold fire!

Recognize this, Predaking?

You served aboard Megatron's warship.

Surely you're familiar with

this little treasure from

his vault ... the Immobilizer.

It causes instant stasis-lock,

though the victim remains fully

conscious ... a living death.

But we didn't come here

to fight, your highness.

Then why have you

violated my refuge, Autobot?

We need answers. Do

you know of any other

Predacons currently on Cybertron?

Indeed ... legions of them.

Behold my subjects ...

a countless multitude, rendered

extinct ages ago by the great

cataclysm, unearthed by the

shifting of plates during our

- planet's restoration.

- Yeah, well, me and

Ultra Magnus just about

got scrapped by two living

Predacons.

Know anything about them,

- your highness?

- Two? Where?

We came to ask your

help in finding them.

- For revenge?

- No.

Optimus Prime would deem it

a tragedy to stain Cybertron's

fresh soil with any

newly spilled energon.

So help us prove what Megatron

was never willing to ... that

more than one race can

peacefully coexist on our planet.

You assume that because I turned

against Megatron, I can forgive

the Autobots their role in the

destruction of my brethren on Earth?

Leave me be and dare

not trespass here again.

I have returned, partner.

I trust you haven't strained

yourself tinkering in your lab

while I was toiling in the field

like a common drone?

I mean, I seem to supply old

bones faster than you grow new clones.

Starscream, given our lack of

infrastructure and frequent need

to relocate in order to avoid

detection, it is not logical to

expect greater productivity

at this point in time.

At least your new clones

lack the arrogance of your last

effort ... the one who

named himself "Predaking."

Be careful, you clumsy

brutes! Where have you been?

Gutting Autobots.

What?!

You were ordered to avoid all

contact with the enemy!

- I don't hear you laughing now, Darksteel.

- We weren't followed.

Fools! Now that they know of your

existence, we have lost

the element of surprise!

The Autobots are weak.

They fled like cowards.

We have no need to fear them.

Perhaps, Skylynx, but we must

not underestimate them, either.

their treacherous scout was able

to fell the mighty Megatron ...

- rest his Spark.

- As such, it is paramount that

we harvest the CNA necessary to

clone more of you ...

- many more of you.

- So that we may build an army

of beasts great enough to

eradicate the Autobots and

conquer Cybertron ...

in Lord Megatron's memory and name.

What makes you think we'll

find Shockwave's cloning lab here?

Yeah, wasn't Darkmount

Megatron's military H.Q.?

If the intel I received

from Knockout is accurate...

we'll find a map of Shockwave's

entire lab network

in the Citadel's databank.

Not good.

Optimus, plasma storm incoming!

Get out of there! That

Allspark container may be

- indestructible, but you aren't!

- I am too close to turn back.

"Lord Smokescreen,

emperor of destruction."

How can you sit there?

That's some bad mojo.

What do you know?

Knockout actually shot

- straight for once.

- What'd you have to do ...

- buff his finish?

- Close.

Let's download the data

and get out of here.

Hey. Something's heading our way.

Predaking?

- Movin' too fast.

- Starscream?

Minions of the Prime,

prepare to be obliterated!

- Megatron?

- You skewered bucket-head

with a giant saber and

managed to miss his Spark?

- How are you still alive?

- And where'd you score the upgrade?

Megatron cannot answer

you at this moment,

though I can inform you

with utmost authority

that he owes his new lease on

life to me ... Unicron!

And I will not be so easy

to deliver into oblivion.

- Bothersome pest.

- That pest is the very one who

robbed me of my Spark.

And now I possess the power

- to return the favor!

- You possess nothing!

It is I who possess all that

you were and ever will be.

- We need to retreat.

- The only way out is down.

We can't call for a ground

bridge until we put some space

between Unicron and us!

Behold my infinite might!

Let's roll.

Come on, chief.

We're out of time.

Whoa! Stop!

- A smelting pit?

- Cybertron's been dormant for

thousands of years, but

that's still burning?

Ratchet, we need a ground bridge.

Optimus, if we don't get

out of here right now...

Optimus!

That's why he's Prime.

Cutting it a little

close, don't you think?

Wheeljack, set

a course for Cybertron.

Hang on to your hubcaps.

That's the future of

life on Cybertron, huh?

I kind of figured it'd be bigger.

Hold tight!

No!

Servant of Prime, you

will now join your brethren!

You got that right!

I... am... weak!

But our merciless attack drove

the Autobots into submission!

They fled for their very Sparks!

A victory over unworthy

opponents, especially

one that did not result in their demise,

is far from an achievement.

Clearly, our improved state is

not enough to accomplish the

deed for which I have come.

For that, I shall require a much

greater instrument of destruction.

How is this happening?

I mean, we put out a call

inviting refugees back to

Cybertron, and Unicron's

- the first in line?

- Not to mention those Predacons.

What have we come home to?

What are we supposed to

call him, huh ... "Megacron"?

- "Unitron"?

- Really?

That's your biggest issue right now?

Right, right. All right, good.

So, what's the game plan?

While Unicron may now inhabit

a mortal form, he is still

a god and thus cannot be

defeated by customary means.

Optimus? Wheeljack!

This is Bumblebee. We

have an urgent situation.

Bumblebee, this is

Optimus Prime. Proceed.

Optimus! Can you hear me?

Come in, please.

- Wheeljack, do you read?

- That hit we took did some damage.

Receiver's operational,

but we can't transmit.

- Nothing.

- You have your voice back.

Now is not the time to go radio-silent.

Optimus, in the event that you

can hear us, Unicron has found

his way back to Cybertron.

Repeat ... the Chaos-bringer is

here, on our soil,

in possession of Megatron's body.

Wheeljack, ensure that the

light-speed drive is

- still fully operational.

- So, what now ... I mean,

besides hoping that

Optimus got the message?

We figure out why Unicron's here.

- And what he wants.

- The big "U" could have taken

Earth behind our backs.

Why come back to Cybertron?

There would be only

one reason, Wheeljack.

To destroy the Spark of

his archenemy ... Primus.

But that's the core of our planet!

It isn't fair. How

many more times do we have

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