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(electronic music)
- [Narrator] Cybertron.
A planet finally at peace after millions of years of war.
The Council of Worlds, led by Rodimus Prime,
Star Scream, and Mistress of Flame,
ushered in a new era of hope and prosperity.
But peace was threatened
as the combiners rose to battle each other,
causing planet-wide destruction.
To combat the brutal combiner wars,
the council considered using the Enigma of Combination,
a mysterious and ancient artifact
that possesses the power to merge transformers
into massive robots.
After losing her friend to the evil combiner Menasor,
Windblade plotted to destroy the Enigma.
- Help me.
The combiners can't be controlled.
- [Narrator] Optimus Prime returned from exile
to join Windblade and a reluctant ally, Megatron,
to confront the council.
- Ha.
I'm in.
- [Narrator] But they were too late.
- We have to use the Enigma.
- [Narrator] Starscream seized the opportunity
to use the Enigma for his own devious agenda.
Once in control of the artifact,
he transformed himself into the ultimate combiner.
However, the unstable side effects of the Enigma
turned him into an uncontrollable monster.
Only when Windblade rediscovered her connection
to the Titan Metroplex,
and former rivals teamed up,
Cybertron was saved from Armageddon.
Peace is briefly restored,
but the transformers are about to discover
that Starscream's actions were part
of a far more dangerous threat.
- [Windblade] The Titans have returned.
- And now the age of Starscream will truly...
What is this?
Is that...
Is that me?
No.
No!
I can't be dead.
It is my time, my spot can't leave now.
No!
(machinery moving)
- Hey.
(grunts)
- I'm gonna twist your axle so hard.
(chuckles)
(suspenseful music)
- You are welcome to stay with us, Optimus Prime.
Help us rebuild.
- Thank you, Mistress.
But I have already overstayed my welcome.
- We apologize for not trusting you earlier.
We should've known Starscream would never change,
and that his hunger for power would lead us to this.
- Starscream is dead now.
Do not let his actions weigh on your conscience.
- We consider your departure.
Remain and take your rightful place with us in the council.
- It is best if I do not.
My ways are the old ways,
from when we warred with the Decepticons.
I must leave the rebuilding of Cybertron to you,
as I promised I would.
Consider another for the council.
I have long believed Perceptor would--
- Perceptor?
He is no fighter, no leader.
Optimus Prime, do not leave us now.
- You're bailing out?
How can you?
- Windblade.
- But we're a team.
- You are already part of a team.
- What, huh?
(rumbling)
- Huh?
(suspenseful music)
- As a city speaker, your partnership with a Titan
makes you a formidable force.
- Yeah, well, nice working with you.
- She is young.
She will learn.
- Yes, and that is a good thing.
- We see your mind will not be changed.
I will go to the Primal Basilica
and will pray to the original 13
to guide and watch over you, my friend.
- Farewell, Mistress of Flame.
(horn honks)
(slow electronic music)
- Thanks, Roclash.
All clear.
I am carrying the Matrix of Leadership.
(suspenseful music)
The bearer of the Matrix of Leadership
seeks the wise council of his fellow primes.
- The combined wisdom of you're prescence is welcomed you,
Rodimus Prime. How may we be of service?
- I need a favor, I thought I had the strength to
carry the Matrix of Leadership,
but I can feel it bringing me down.
- Explain.
- I used poor judgment, my ego got in the way.
I didn't see the threat Starscream posed.
I must give back the Matrix of Leadership.
- The Matrix is a symbol of worthiness, not infallibility.
You have performed your duties honorably.
Let your self doubt pass.
- I appreciate your compliments, but better the Matrix
go to someone who wants it.
I just want to go back to who I was.
Maybe in the future, upwards?
(machine cranking)
Take it.
(grunting)
- [Starscream] Let me back in my body, this instant.
I'm only 108 million years old.
I'm too young to be dead.
Do you hear me?
You cursed guards.
What is this?
Guards you did hear me, you're returning me to life,
oh merciful ones, I take back everything
I've said about you.
Oh thank you, thank you.
Oh, that's not my body.
Excuse me, we need to turn back around.
I said that's not...
wait, no!
(lightning and rumbling)
- It is done, farewell, Rodimus, who once was prime.
- The names Hot Rod.
(techno music)
- Perceptor, is that you?
Why are you scoping out Starscream?
He's fascinating.
- He's dead.
- Hmm, oh, yes, that's true.
But the composition of his whole,
there's something very different.
I wonder if the Enigma of Combination somehow
permanently altered his molecular structure.
I have to take a sample.
This demands further analysis.
- Jeez, sounds like a party.
Have fun with that.
I don't understand Perceptor, he's so, what's that?
Did you say something?
Weird, I could've sworn I heard...
(lightning and rumbling)
(suspenseful music)
(roaring)
(techno music)