Beast Wars: Transformers

Ugh! Breach in Sector 7. Guidance systems failing.

Oh, man. This is ridiculous.

We're an exploration ship, not a battle cruiser.

No choice. Our ship was the only one

that could lock onto Megatron's warp signature.

Shields are doing a major fade.

Plasma cannons to full power.

Their shields are down. Destroy them!

Now where's the fun in that?

A little torment, I think, first. Yes.

Side gun.

Aah!

Agh! Rupture. The stasis hold is failing.

No. We're going down.

Launch all pods. Get them into safe orbit.

All plasma cannons, fire.

: Damage report?

Believe me, you don't wanna know.

: That's what I thought.

Navigation, is this the right planet?

Unknown.

Course settings were accurate, but readings are inconsistent

with those expected for intended destination.

Never mind that. Tell me there is energon here.

Confirmed.

Yes. The planet has energon.

Too much energon.

Field readings are off the scale.

Continued exposure to robotic forms

will result in permanent damage.

Then we will create alternate forms

based on the most powerful local creatures.

: Scanners activated.

Scanning and replication of local life forms complete.

You may emerge.

Hey, hey, look at me. I'm a cheetah!

No, no. I'm Cheetor.

Hmm. Interesting.

Interesting?

Optimus, the word is "spot-on smooth."

: It's a crime.

Little bit tacky.

Heh, you never had taste, did you, kid?

Now this,

this is what class is all about.

Call me Rattrap.

Oh, yeah? How's about I cut meeces to pieces?

Ease back, Cheetor.

Living large is for forms like me, Rhinox.

Yeah! Heh!

And just consider yourself lucky I didn't get rough on youse.

Moderate your conflict circuits, Maximals.

Remember, these beast forms are to protect us

from the long-term effects of the energon fields out there.

We may need energon for power,

but this is too much of a good thing.

Our robot forms will start to short out

after a few minutes' exposure.

This is one unusual planet.

Whatever it is.

Or whenever.

The trans warp drive can go through space and time.

We were locked onto Megatron's warp signature.

We could be any place, any time.

Yes, and our crew is orbiting the planet

in those stasis pods we lost in battle.

They're protected from the energon fields,

but it means Megatron has us outnumbered.

No, no, no! It's all wrong.

This cannot be Earth.

Megatron, you failed.

Not only did you fail to destroy the Maximals

when you had the chance,

you failed to bring us to the right planet!

We stole the Golden Disk for nothing.

You idiot.

I beg your pardon?

What did you call me?

You heard. You are an idiot

and an incompetent leader.

And I am taking over.

Dinobot terrorize!

I challenge you to battle, Megatron.

The winner shall lead the Predacons

and the loser shall be destroyed.

Oh, you're so impulsive, Dinobot.

Brave, but misguided.

Do you accept my challenge?

There's more to being a leader than simple courage.

Well, there's cleverness and cunning as well.

Isn't that right, Scorponok?

Loser.

What does it matter which planet we're on?

We came looking for energon,

and this planet is rich with the element.

Enough energon to power

the Predacons' entire galactic conquest.

Only the Maximals could give us trouble now.

If they survived the crash.

Find them.

And if you find them,

destroy them.

Man, all this for a Golden Disk.

It was Cybertron's most carefully guarded relic,

Rattrap.

It gave the location of a major energon source.

That's why Megatron stole it.

Yeah, like I care.

You know, we were supposed to be doing deep space exploration.

Huh. Playing galactic patrol was nowhere in my job description,

you know what I'm saying?

You sure you're cut out for this commander gig?

: Remember the Great War, Rattrap?

If the Predacons get enough energon, they'll start it again.

We can't let that happen.

Besides, you wanted exploration,

and here we are on an unknown planet.

What more do you want?

Well, call me picky,

but a working spacecraft might be nice.

Just no pleasing some people.

Hey, check it.

: They're fast, all right.

You chose a good form.

Hey, you think that's speed?

You ain't seen the golden rocket.

Check this.

Cheetor, no!

Cheetor, return to base immediately.

We don't have time for this.

Cheetor? Please respond.

No good. The energon fields mess up the comm links.

Anything over a hundred meters, they ain't worth scrap.

Well, that's just prime.

So, uh, is this your first day on the job or what?

Shut up, Rattrap.

Oh, yes, sir. You know, I feel just heaps better

knowing that our lives are in your capable hands.

We're all gonna die.

The name's Cheetor. What's shaking, cats?

What? Is it my breath?

Hey, wait!

Hey, what? It's just a big bug.

Huh. The way those two reacted, that's no natural life form.

And if we're talking unnatural life forms,