STRONGARM: Personal journal:
I have driven 2000 miles from the scrapyard,
and my pistons are positively tingling.
Successfully completing this mission
might mean a promotion.
Sergeant Strongarm.
Lieutenant Strongarm.
President Strongarm.
Cadet Strongarm, come in. Status report, please.
Hasn't changed since you asked me 12 minutes ago, Fixit.
- Is it really necessary to... - Yes.
When Bumblebee agreed, after weeks of begging
and pleading on your part, to let you go on
your first solo outing, you promised to check in every ten minutes.
It's a simple recon mission.
You are investigating a Decepticon signal.
"Possible signal," Fixit.
If it is real, I'll call for backup,
like I promised 37 times before I left.
Maybe I spoke too soon.
I'll call you in ten, Fixit. Out.
You!
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Uh, look, this... Heh.
This isn't how it looks, Strongarm.
I just forgot to give you something before you left.
It's my good luck rock.
Took it on my very first mission. Must've dropped it.
Right? Heh. Here.
Lieutenant, this is supposed to be my first solo mission.
Isn't that correct?
Technically, yes.
But you're on a strange planet, in unfamiliar terrain.
I just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened.
The only bad thing happening is you are clearly demonstrating
that you do not trust my abilities.
Or my training.
Okay. Look, this is your mission.
I'll leave you to it.
Thank you, sir.
It was Denny's idea to turbo-charge our spark plugs.
You shouldn't be helping Denny Clay
with technology he doesn't...
And what have we here?
Coming through.
Denny Clay, I sincerely appreciate
your efforts to improve upon our limited resources,
but Cybertronian technology is simply too advanced
for the human brain.
Yeah, only big brains like ours understand
complicated stuff.
Like this.
Uh, Grimlock, that's a kazoo.
Aah!
Agreed, I'm no expert in Cybertronian science,
but I'm a pretty handy guy.
And I can be of a lot more help to you than just providing room,
board and a cover story.
Well, if you really want to help, Denny Clay,
please fix the freaky lip... Sneaky clip...
Leaky drip in your lavatory.
It is frying my delicate auditory circuits.
Personal journal: Standing up to a superior officer was difficult,
but I give myself high marks for respect and professional...
I am closing in on the signal. Any moment now I should...
Argh! Not again.
Heh. Is there a problem, officer?
Sir, I thought we agreed
that you had no business being on my tailpipe.
Watching out for you is my business, actually.
If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be on Earth in the first place. I...
- I feel responsible for you. - Lieutenant.
I know you don't like it, but I'm coming along.
Strictly as an observer.
You won't even know I'm there. Deal?
Do I have a choice?
Uh, what?
I believe we had a discussion
about you and Cybertronian technology.
It wasn't a discussion.
It was your opinion, which I strongly disagree with.
I am well-versed in human emotion,
based upon my viewing of a certain doctor
on your televisions. He would say
you have an unhealthy need to prove yourself.
He would also say that you should tune in every afternoon at 3.
I have a need, all right. To get things done.
You've been working with this gizmo,
not to mention the weapon Strongarm found,
for weeks, and made zero progress.
Well, I am in the "analyze-the-problem" phase.
Pellechrome was not built in a millennium, you know.
Uh-huh. I'm no TV doctor,
but I think it's you who's insecure about his abilities.
And fear competition.
So how about you tune in at 3?
Give me that... That... That...
Hold it, son. Looks like there's corrosion.
A little scraping might do...
Fire in the hole!
I cleared the power emission line.
You're welcome.
You see? The ancients have judged me worthy
and bestowed upon me their scroll.
Now, please tell me, is Doradus near?
It's a statue.
What do these markings mean?
Please, share your secret.
Can't speak? Or won't?
Maybe this will loosen your tongue.
Deceiver.
You saw what I did to your friend.
Now tell me:
Where lies the Lost City of Doradus?
Thieves.
You think you can follow me to the treasure?
And then what, wrest it away?
Never!
Who is that?
A relic hunter, apparently.
Whoa!
Scrap.
Looks like we're taking the long way around.
Fixit, our Con looks like an Earth frog.
anything in the Alchemor's prisoner manifest fit that bill?
The description matches that of an escaped amphiboid,
Springload.
Human word for his mental state would be "bonkers."
Sounds about right.
He was babbling to a statue,
- wanting directions to the lost... - The Lost City of Doradus.
Springload is obsessed.
A fabled Cybertronian land and home to the Fountain of Energon,
granting eternal power and energy to whomever finds it.
Myth or not, Springload believes Doradus exists.
And no doubt thinks he's on Cybertron.
Do not take Springload lightly.
Many museum personnel, historians and law enforcement have and paid the mice...
Lice. Price!
I'm dispatching the rest of the team to assist you.
Copy that. We'll keep tabs on Springload until the others arrive.
That was my call to make.
Ah. You're right. Force of habit.
But you would've said the same thing.
No, I would not have. Our team is 2000 miles away.
I have an opportunity to make the capture right now.
Strongarm, now that we know we're facing an unstable Decepticon,
we need to go back to standard procedure.
The solo part of your mission is over.
Fixit, good news. Springload fell into my lap.
I've made the arrest. No need to send back-up.
All this happened since we spoke 60 seconds ago?
Yes. Remember, we're in a different time zone.
Oh. Well, good. Uh, congratulations
and see all three of you when you get back.
Thinks he can hide it from me?
Ha! I can find anything in this yard.
Dad, why would Fixit hide the Decepticon Hunter from you?
Because he's jealous.
He saw how I fixed the blaster and he's worried
I'll work my magic on the Decepticon Hunter too.
Search all you want, Denny Clay.
It's sewing well hidden.
- D'oh! - Ha!
Ooh.
Ha!
That's very dangerous. Let go.
- Give it here. - Unh! Admit it,
I'm better with tech than you.
I have a very organized approach.
You? Organized? Ha!
Have you ever looked at this place?
In fact, as a favor to you, I will reorganise the scrapyard
according to Cybertronian principles of design.
Stop!
You're mixing the antiques with the collectibles!
Should we go break it up?
Uh, should we sit and watch?
Tracks and freshly disturbed vegetation leading to the door.
Our best plan is wait for Springload to come out,
- then tail him. - I disagree.
And so does the manual. Regulation R65 states:
"When performing a surveillance operation,
every effort should be made to keep the perpetrator in sight."
There could be another way out of there, for all we know.
If we're simply watching the Decepticon,
there's no reason this can't still be my mission, sir.
Lead on, Strongarm.
Dad, what are you...?
Fixit wants to improve my salvage yard?
Fine! I'll improve his command center.
Wait. This is where I had my workout area.
Where's all my gear?
- Moved it. - Where?
Don't remember.
I can't find my armor polish.
Denny said he moved it "under the alien thingie,"
but to him, that could mean anything.
This is officially out of control.
Both of you, stop what you're doing and get over here, now!
You are both important members of...
Of this team.
And if we need something and can't find it because you moved it,
that could jeopardize the whole mission.
So stop worrying about your turf and work together.
Share your expertise.
You moved my snowsleds next to the microwaves?
What kind of system is that?
Alphabetical.
Cybertronian alphabet.
These are all going back where they belong.
Heh. Trust me, whatever you've done in the command center
is about to be undone.
There's either fun coming, or a whole lot of damage.
Or both.
Maybe not.
These markings do not match my scroll.
Or do they?
Is Doradus near?
Speak!
You can tell me.
I have been deemed worthy.
Strongarm, don't!
Decepticon, you are under arrest for...
Try to keep me from my treasure and you'll get burned.
And worse!
- You okay? - Acid, coating his armor.
Built-in defense mechanism.
Looks like the temple has some defenses of its own.
In my search for Doradus, I've escaped far worse.
But you unworthies will not.
What are you doing?
Springload escaped through a hole in the wall. So can we.
You could bring the whole place down.
- It's coming down anyway. - Fair point.
Because you attempted an unauthorized capture,
we've lost the element of surprise.
Now we have to plan for an immediate confrontation.
We can't wait for the rest of the team.
Actually, they're not coming.
After you spoke to Fixit,
I commed back and told him not to send the others.
I didn't want to give Springload time to get away.
Your reckless behavior was bad enough.
Then you lied to a superior officer. To me.
Please, sir, one more chance to complete the mission solo.
Let me take the lead, you observe.
I'll do everything by the book.
You're on a very short leash.
Thank you, sir.
Now that talking appliance won't be able
to find his radiator without a road map.
That'll teach him! Ha-ha-ha!
Fixit!
What did you do to my TV?!
It's your new 24-hour news channel.
Cybertron's Most Wanted.
All mug shots, all the time. You're welcome.
Messing with a man's TV is a step too far, fun-size.
When I'm done with your command console, you'll cry tears of oil.
- Let me through. - No, I forbid it.
We were just messing around with it and it started to make noise.
Might be a frequency anomaly.
Or a systems overload.
Could result in a catastrophic explosion.
It needs to be disarmed.
To access the Decepticon Hunter's motherboard,
the outer casing needs to be removed.
The Decepticon Hunter must be kept completely immobile.
I cannot do it myself.
Doradus! Why do you torture me?
Sorry, Doradus isn't here right now.
Can we take a message?
It's not possible.
You were buried alive.
Unless...
You're ghosts. Yes!
Unworthy spirits, still seeking to foil me.
Never!
Let's do this.
Lieutenant!
Pathetic spirits. Ha-ha-ha!
Sir, would you relinquish your role as observer and officially assist?
I'd be honored, cadet.
There's something lodged in there.
What is it?
What kind of crazy stunt...?
Heh-heh. The kind that worked.
Ha-ha! Yeah, it made you two stop arguing and start working together.
Fixit, shouldn't that cable be...?
Attached to that terminal?
Yes. Hold it very still.
Now, try thinking of a weapon.
Okay. Um, how about a flail?
- Yes! - Dude.
Ha! You did it!
We did it.
Perhaps we should work together more often.
Agreed. In fact, first thing we should do is...
Duplicate the Decepticon Hunter so everyone on the team may have one.
Well, I was gonna say,
"Put the salvage yard back the way it was."
But I like your idea too.
Please!
Guardians of Doradus!
My whole life...
It must be near. Where is it?
I will destroy you all!
Oh, where is it?
Those stone containers look just about Springload's size...
Sounds like a plan to me.
What must I do?
What? What?!
Unworthy.
Wha...? Who said that?
The spirits of Doradus have decreed.
You do not deserve the treasure.
You are unworthy!
No!
I've worked hard. Tirelessly.
And you're long overdue for a rest.
No! Let me out! Let me out!
I am worthy!
Nice collar, cadet.
Some solo mission.
You led the pursuit, dealt with every obstacle,
and used the perp's own fears against him.
But most importantly,
you made one decision that really showed me something.
The ghost voice, right?
Putting aside pride to ask for help.
That's no rookie move.
Maybe I won't stay a cadet for long, huh?
Not if you continue to prove yourself worthy!
- Unh! - Whoa! Whoa!
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