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[birds chirping]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[finger scrapes]

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

[hydraulics hissing]

- 'Kay, it was left, then two rights,

and straight on through.

All right, Hardtop,

once I find a way out, we'll be home free.

- [sighs] I've been getting these strange readings

all week. [skateboard rasps, clacks]

[display beeps] See? There it is again.

I don't know what to make of it.

- It could be a rogue Decepticon.

They appear to be on the move and fast approaching.

- It's right on top of us.

Robby, get to safety.

- Yes, ma'am.

[beeping more insistently]

[muffled crash]

- [grunts, pants]

All right. I made it.

Ay…lug nuts.

[electronic chittering]

[electricity crackles]

- Swindle, before you do anything brash,

please listen. - No thanks.

[engine revs]

- [grunts]

[tires screech]

♪ ♪

[seatbelt clicks] [engine starts]

[engine revs, tires squeal]

- Swindle, you know how this is going to end.

[thud] [tires screech]

Spare us the fight.

- You're the one startin' the fight here, Prime.

[gunshots] [tires squealing]

A word of advice?

Next time, don't bring your humans.

[tires squealing]

- Leave them out of this.

- [grunts]

[gasps] Robby! What are you doing?

- Mom, I think I can help.

[engine revs]

[thuds]

[tires screech] - Dot!

- [gasps]

Aah!

[tires screech]

[skidding]

♪ ♪

- Primus' beard.

[shield powers down]

- Whoa!

- Robby!

- [gasps] - Are you hurt?

[clanging]

- I can't wait to tell the 'Cons

about how I dented up Optimus Prime.

- Sorry to disappoint.

- Aw, scrud.

[electricity sizzles] [grunts]

- Boy, what on earth were you thinking,

putting yourself in harm's way?

- I had to do something.

Swindle was gonna take us out.

- Look at me.

You are my heart walking outside my chest.

I need you to stay safe.

- But that's just it, Mom.

With my cyber-shield, I could keep everyone safe.

- I recognize that shield as the power of Quintus Prime.

If it could be harnessed-- - Uh, that's a big "if."

- Mom, I'm ready.

I wanna stand up on my own.

- Then perhaps it's time to examine

the potential of these cyber-sleeves.

I'd like to offer the Autobot headquarters

as a safe space to do so.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

- Yes! [horn honks]

- Don't act like I'm not here.

It's rude.

♪ ♪

[brakes whine, exhaust hisses]

- Welcome, Maltos.

♪ ♪

- [gasps] Is that the Teletraan-1?

- [chuckles] The one and only.

Your ma and Optimus tell me

you wanna know more about your cyber-sleeves.

- I've got a shield, but I know there's gotta be more I can do.

- I think you're enough all ready.

Teletraan-1 here is gonna help me

take a look at you.

[device beeps, chitters]

The cyber-sleeves are made up

of ancient Cybertronian technology.

I haven't seen anything like 'em except for…

- The Matrix.

- What's the Matrix?

[dramatic music]

- [gasps]

♪ ♪

- A powerful artifact entrusted to me

by the ancient Primes.

♪ ♪

Before I was chosen,

I was not so different from you and Mo.

My name was Orion Pax.

And I was an ordinary citizen of Cybertron.

But a civil war for Cybertron's future

required me to be something more.

The Matrix of Leadership is meant to light

Cybertron's darkest hours.

It imbued me with tremendous power,

and I became Optimus Prime,

leader of the Autobots.

- Whoa.

- Robby, Mo,

you have also been chosen by a Prime.

And his artifact has given you incredible power.

♪ ♪

- Quintus. - And his Emberstone.

- Indeed. And you must ask yourselves,

with all that power, who will you become?

♪ ♪

[door scrapes, thuds]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [groans]

[coughing]

- Look at you.

- [coughs]

- I wonder if I've overestimated

your competence.

- You will have your device.

But first I need to attend to my…

[metal creaks]

Condition.

- Hmm. I suppose you're no good to me dead.

We already tried that.

♪ ♪

You may use GHOST's database

for your research while I have your lab prepped.

But then I will expect no further delays.

I'll be watching you, Dr. Meridian.

- [coughing]

[monitor beeps]

GHOST systems have barely updated

since I last departed.

There's no answers for me here.

[monitor trills]

But the Autobot database surely has more to offer.

[device beeps]

[groaning] Come on.

Excellent.

[monitor trilling]

- What does all this have to do with my family?

- Dot, they were chosen.

- Those Malto brats again?

Inside GHOST?

- So that stone we found belonged to Quintus Prime.

And then the Emberstone made our cyber-sleeves

and the Terrans when me and Mo touched it.

- [coughing]

What is this "Emberstone"?

[camera whirs]

- Given all I know of the Emberstone,

Robby and Mo's power may be greater

than even I could imagine.

- So you're saying the power of that stone

is in those sleeves that are stuck

on my children's arms?

- I've never seen a connection between human biology

and Cybertronian technology.

How exciting!

- Mom…

I gotta figure out what else this cyber-sleeve can do.

It's, like, my destiny.

- Robby, I don't want you putting

that kind of responsibility on your shoulders.

- When I was given the Matrix,

there were no other Primes

I could turn to for guidance.

I will make sure he is not alone.

The Autobot rec room can test your abilities.

- If I could examine those cyber-sleeves,

replicate how they integrate

human and Cybertronian biologies,

I could save myself.

♪ ♪

- [grunting]

- [grunts] - [groans]

- Ooh, yeah.

- Yeah!

- [grunting]

♪ ♪

Ha, is that all you got?

That was too easy.

- Amazing work, Maltos.

- Mandroid's lousy arachnamechs

make the perfect level one enemies.

- Level one?

I'll show these kids a real challenge.

[typing]

But first, to get rid of the Prime…

[suspenseful music]

[static crackles]

♪ ♪

[alarm blares]

- Prime, you better come see this.

[device trills]

- I have something to attend to.

Continue training.

- You think everything's okay, Robby?

- Of course.

How about we keep this training going?

Hashtag, could you bump us up a couple levels?

We need a real challenge.

- Oh, yes! It would be my pleasure.

[adventurous music]

♪ ♪

Things are about to get interesting.

[alert blares] What?

No! Stop!

Who's there?

Wait, not again.

- Are you okay, Hashtag?

- I-I don't know. Something went wrong.

I-I'm locked out of the controls.

[simulation creaking, rumbling]

[simulation humming]

[beeping]

[dramatic music]

[electronic chittering]

- Megatron?

- Please tell me that's a hologram.

[thuds, rumbles]

[together] Aah! - [grunts]

[rocks thud]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

[mace rattles]

- That's not the real Megatron.

- No, but that mace could really hurt.

- Oh, you don't know how right you are.

- Um…hi.

♪ ♪

- We can't outrun him forever.

- We gotta shut this place down.

- Okay. We have one chance. Hashtag, you gotta patch

into that control panel manually.

- You mean that console?

♪ ♪

[beeping]

- Yep. [sighs]

[static crackling]

♪ ♪

- Wheeljack, Agent Croft, what's going on?

- Just a minor glitch. I'm handling it.

- This looks serious.

Why didn't you hail me?

- Like I said, I'm handling it.

[engines whirring]

- Look out!

[crash] all: Aah!

♪ ♪

- We're gonna make it!

♪ ♪

[laser hums]

You keep going, Hashtag!

We'll keep him busy for you.

Maltos, push him back.

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

- [shrieks]

- [barks]

[columns thud]

- Yeah, JB! - Get us out of here, Hashtag.

[engine revs]

- On it.

♪ ♪

- I don't think so.

[dial clicks]

- System overload.

- Just how I like it.

[rumbling]

- Aah! - No!

- What?

- [grunting]

- [groaning]

- Aah! [groans] Ha.

[both grunting]

- [groans]

- Now, give me that sleeve, you little brat.

- Hashtag, how we doin'?

- Come on, come on. [monitor trills]

Yes! I'm in.

- [panting] Okay, Quintus.

You gave me this power…

- What's that boy doing?

- You don't scare me.

I'm Robby Malto.

And I'm gonna kick your sorry can

back to Cybertron.

- Get out of my way, child.

Huh?

♪ ♪

- It's working!

[rumbling] - No.

Nooo!

- [grunting]

[beeping] - Hang in there, Robby!

- In my darkest hour,

Quintus, give me power!

♪ ♪

- Whoa. [grunts]

Whoa.

- What?

- Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Yes!

♪ ♪

[mace rattles]

[grunting]

[knuckles crunch] [groans]

[moans]

[grunting]

- Robby.

- [laughs evilly]

- [groans, gasps]

[breathing shallowly]

[groaning]

[chain creaking, rattling]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

- Goodbye, Malto.

[console trills] - You're all clear!

♪ ♪

[explosion]

- [groaning]

[electricity crackling]

[groaning]

- [gasps]

- Quintus? Robby!

- [chuckles] Whoo!

- Whoo-hoo! Oh, yeah. - [laughs]

- [gasps]

- [grunting] - [pant, grunting]

- [gasps] Oh, no!

- [breathing heavily]

Robby! Oh!

♪ ♪

[moans]

♪ ♪

- What happened?

- Robby was hit, and then we all felt

this… horrible pain.

- And now we can't feel Robby.

♪ ♪

- [moaning]

[weeps]

♪ ♪

[cyber-sleeves trilling]

[gasps]

[sniffles]

- [gasping]

- Yes. - Oh, Robby!

- I'm okay. [cyber-sleeve powers down]

- [gasps] Whoa. Something's wrong.

- Even though we're together, it feels like we're alone.

- We've never felt like this before.

- The cyber-sleeves have been deactivated.

Your tele-emotional connection is no longer functioning.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- What on Earth did you accomplish

while knocking out all of our systems?

- [coughing]

[chuckles]

♪ ♪

Bring me this Emberstone,

and I can build you whatever you want.