Transformers Prime Beast Hunters: Predacons Rising Page #3

to save a world ... have to fight

for the survival of our home?

Regrettably, the

struggle between creation

and destruction is an eternal one.

And the battle lines which

separate the two...

run through the very Spark of

Cybertron. Good and evil.

Order and chaos.

One victorious, one vanquished,

each forming the core of

their own separate worlds ...

Cybertron... and Earth.

And now... the darkness

has followed us...

all the way home.

Hmm. Tracks.

The Autobot spoke the truth.

Other Predacons do exist...

though it seems they took flight here.

Locating my new brethren

will be a futile endeavor,

unless I allow them to locate me.

Vitals are improving.

You will be back on your struts

In good time.

Exactly how long is good

time? Because with Optimus

missing in action, we could

really use Ultra Magnus' counsel.

Bumblebee, we have each been

witness to those among us who

have risen above their station

time and again ... rappers,

scouts, even field medics.

The Chaos-bringer is at our

doorstep, and now, more than

ever before, we cannot afford

- to wait for salvation.

- We'll launch an attack on

Darkmount, provided

Unicron's still there.

Or first attempt to locate

him, in the event he is not.

The beacon ... it worked!

- Predaking? Alive?

- You know this primitive life-form?

Yes ... a warrior once under my command,

though I thought he

had perished in battle.

How fortunate that I was

wrong, for Predaking is a loyal

and powerful combatant

who could very well be

the greater instrument of

destruction which you seek.

- Megatron?

- Warrior!

I call upon you to serve your master.

In the name of the mighty

legions of Predacons who

preceded me, I shall never

again yield to your charge.

But I will heed your previous advice

and face my true enemy...

as a beast!

You dare to deceive me and

- have both of us destroyed?

- Perhaps not destroyed ...

just damaged enough that our shared

form will no longer be of use to you

and force you to abandon

what remains, for regaining my

freewill, even over a mangled

and deficient frame,

is preferable to enduring

a waking life as your slave!

For your insolence,

I will only make you endure

greater suffering!

Now...

let us learn more of these

mighty legions of which you spoke

by peering directly into your mind.

Ahh. I know now what I require to

tear this world asunder...

and where I might find them.

Shockwave.

How was your journey?

Long. Explain why

you have summoned me

to the middle of nowhere.

Because I have located our army.

The clones sniffed out quite the

mother lode, wouldn't you say?

I recommend that we utilize

the warship's operating system

to search for Megatron's life signal.

Doc, that remodel who kicked

our tailpipes ... he might have

looked and sounded like old

bucket-head, but it wasn't him.

That much I know.

But even if a fraction of

Megatron's Spark still flickers

within his body, the ship's

scanners may pick it up.

So, you find me amusing?

Ow. That hurt!

That bone could be

your comrade someday!

Now stop fooling around and

return to the task at hand!

I do find it curious...

that I am not the only one

currently seeking the

remains of mighty legions.

- It cannot be!

- It defies logic.

Lord Megatron! But ...

but how?

Y-You, uh ...

oh, what does it matter?

Our master is back and looking

far more imposing than ever!

My liege, rest assured, we have

been working tirelessly in your

absence to build an army

powerful enough to conquer Cybertron.

I do not wish to conquer this

world. I wish to eradicate it.

Ye... uh ...

a-apologies, lord Megatron.

- I-I can't say that I'm following.

- Silence!

Your master is under my control.

I am the Destroyer of worlds,

the Bringer of chaos, and

- the Lord of the undead.

- Unicron.

I say we show the Lord

of the undead what it's

like to be unliving!

Rip him to shreds!

- Megatron's life signal.

- So, somewhere inside that new

- body armor, he's still alive?

- He's perished and returned before ...

a phenomenon no doubt

aided by the blood of Unicron,

which has coursed through his veins.

The coordinates indicate

he's left Darkmount.

Triangulating his exact position.

We were there ... earlier today.

- Predaking's refuge?

- Unicron's retracing our steps?

Whoa, wait.

What in Alpha Trion's beard is that?

My legion... arise, and purge

this world with your dragon fire!

Terrorcons created from Predacons?

- It defies all science.

- We're doomed!

Given that we are dealing

with Unicron himself, the energy

mass can be only one

thing ... dark energon.

- But for what purpose?

- We all saw it.

The valley was filled with

ancient Predacon bones.

Unicron's raising an undead army.

One currently traveling

across the hydrax plateau towards...

the well of Allsparks, the most

direct route to Cybertron's core...

and Primus.

The past shall consume the future,

the dead shall consume the living,

and chaos shall reign supreme!

Unicron clearly seeks to

access our planet's core from

the same point of entry

that we used to restore it.

No doubt, with every

intention of undoing our efforts.

So, what do we do?

We put ourselves between

Unicron's army and the well.

Our strongest assets are this

warship and whatever relics

- might be stored in its vault.

- Last time I looked, just the

Polarity Gauntlet and the Immobilizer.

Hopefully the genuine

article this time.

I'll round up the secret weapons.

Bulkhead, think you

can pilot this ship?

'Con engineering.

User-friendly, right?

Ratchet, you've given your all

to save this world once already.

Where are you taking us?

We have a right to know!

Greetings, fellow Decepticons.

Starscream. Thank the stars!

We can finally escape

- this dreaded ship.

- No, doctor.

We must, in fact, take this ship...

by whatever means necessary.

Primary fusion cannons,

null-rays, ion blasters ...

everything we need to stand

a fighting chance against

- Unicron's army.

- B, in case I never get

another chance to say this,

you've really proved your mettle.

I'd like to think my actions always

spoke louder than my words, Arcee.

But it didn't hurt to watch

and learn from the best.

It would be nice if

Optimus showed up about now.

I was referring to a powerful little

two-wheeler I know.

Autobots!

Surrender this warship!

Ah-Ah-Ah.

Funny how the Immobilizer can

freeze bots in their tracks...

- before it's activated.

- And, in case you're

wondering, Smokescreen

is in no position to come

to your rescue right now.

Scrap.

- Skylynx, look! One of us!

- Indeed, Darksteel ...

most likely our predecessor.

The burial ground ...

desecrated, strip-mined of all

that remained of our ancestors.

You should have been here

to see 'em rise and shine!

- They live?

- If you call being undead "living."

Dark magic perpetrated by the

demon who lives in Megatron's skin.

Just be glad you're alive

so the demon can't

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