TRANSFORMERS:
NEW CYBERTRON
THE
BLIND WITNESS, PART ONE
TEASER
FADE IN:
At the beginning of the Fourth Cybertronian
War...
A TEMPLE can be seen, seemingly in the
middle of nowhere. The temple is
surrounded by a desert, and a sandstorm is in its beginning stages. Suddenly, a shadow runs across the
screen. Another angle reveals the being
is making its way towards the entrance of the temple. Another being, a TRANSFORMER, is waiting for him at the
doorway. The silhouette is revealed
also to be a Transformer.
TRANSFORMER
1
You
are late, Gradius. Our brothers are
becoming impatient.
GRADIUS
I
apologize. I ran into some... trouble
on the way here.
TRANSFORMER
1
What
kind of trouble? Decepticons? Were you followed?
GRADIUS
No,
I do not think so. At any rate, we
should hurry along.
Have
they already begun?
TRANSFORMER
1
(Turning
around, heading into the entrance)
No,
not yet, brother Gradius... you're sure you weren't followed?
GRADIUS
(following
him)
Yes,
brother, I'm sure. I would not have
come here if I even
suspected
I was being followed. We are safe, I
assure you.
The two can be heard speaking to each other
quietly, as the camera pans out.
Another angle reveals another silhouette, leaning casually against a
wall, out of sight of the two Transformers.
After the two disappear into the temple, the silhouette gets up off the
wall and begins walking towards the entrance.
TEMPLE INTERIOR - CHAPEL
A large number of Transformers can be seen
conversing within the chapel. They are
wearing sacred garments, with a mysterious symbol on the front. One Transformer is standing at the front of
the chapel, behind a pedestal, ready to address the others. Transformer 1 and Gradius enter the chapel. KAIN, at the front of the chapel, speaks
first.
KAIN
Brother
Gradius, at last you join us. May we
then, proceed?
GRADIUS
Yes,
of course, Kain. I apologize to you all
for my tardiness.
I
understand your concerns, and agree that the sooner we get
this
done, the better. This will be a proud
day for the universe.
KAIN
Indeed. The new order shall begin...
Suddenly, the silhouette we saw earlier
steps into the chapel doorway. He is
still in shadows, but the others notice him there.
KAIN
Who
goes there?
STRANGER
(Folding
his arms)
Gentlemen,
I hope I am not interrupting anything...
(Steps
out into the light)
I
merely wished to witness this great event myself. After all,
this
truly is a great day for the universe, is it not? A great
event,
indeed!
KAIN
(In
anger, speaking quietly)
Megatron...
MEGATRON
(smirking)
Come
now, Kain, you sound angry. Are you not
pleased to see
me? Let us not forget you once worked for the
Decepticons.
KAIN
Once? I was under the impression the Tripedicus
Council was
still
under Decepticon employ.
MEGATRON
Yes,
well, the times have changed haven't they, old friend?
We
are stronger, now. With Nemesis
completed, your
services
are no longer... required.
KAIN
The
Decepticons have betrayed us?
MEGATRON
(In
mock disbelief)
You
sound shocked, old friend. You knew
this was coming.
Why
else would you keep this meeting of yours from us?
What
is it you and your cult friends, here, planned to
accomplish
at this gathering, anyway, Kain?
KAIN
We
plan to bring this universe into a new order.
A better order.
MEGATRON
Oh,
please, Kain, you know as well as I, the Decepticons are
the
new order in the universe. The
Tripedicus Council is
nothing
but an outdated cult, filled with religious fanatics like yourself.
You
want to give this universe order, Kain?
I will show you order.
Order
is in the will of the Decepticons... and I am that will.
Megatron pulls out his rifle, and fires on
the Transformer standing next to him, blowing his head off. He jumps back, and begins firing on all of
the Transformers in the room, in a wide spread. Kain ducks behind the pedestal at which he was standing, and
pulls a pistol from his holster, readying himself to fire on Megatron. Shouts of anguish can be heard as Megatron
guns down the Tripedicus Council. A few
manage to get their guns out and duck behind pillars all along the chapel. One attempts to fire at Megatron, stepping
out from his hiding place. Megatron
blows a hole through his chest. The
others begin to fire at him, now, removing themselves from their own hiding
spots. Megatron, out of ammo in his
rifle, switches to his pistol. Evading
their shots, he picks off the Transformers one by one. The chapel is now in disarray, its floor
lined with the dead bodies of nearly 20 Transformers. Kain is the only Transformer left, still hiding behind the
pedestal, holding his gun. Megatron
begins walking towards the pedestal.
MEGATRON
Come
on out, Kain. Hiding will do you no
good. It's over.
KAIN
(shouting)
Not
yet, Megatron!
Kain leaps out from his hiding space and
fires at Megatron. Megatron leaps in
the air, the blast barely missing him, pulls a knife from a pouch on his belt,
and whips it at Kain, knocking the pistol from his hand. Kain grabs his hand in
pain. Megatron, falling, kicks Kain in
the head, sending him to the ground and then lands on his feet. He puts his foot on Kain's chest, and begins
to press downwards. Kain shouts out in
anguish. Megatron aims the pistol at
Kain's head.
KAIN
(in
pain)
Megatron...
you fool... you have... no idea of the... power...
of
the council. You may... kill me, but... Tripedicus shall
live
on. We are... so much more... than you
realize...
MEGATRON
(smirking
distastefully)
Hmpf. You are wrong, Kain. By decree of the Decepticon
High
Council, you are now, nothing.
With the view on the gun, Megatron fires.
FADE OUT
ACT
ONE
FADE IN:
103 years after the end of the Great Spark
War...
Nothing can be seen but white. The screen is engulfed in it. The sound of a clock, ticking, is
heard. Suddenly, a heartbeat is heard, and
as the first beat, the lub, sounds, OPTIMUS PRIME can be seen for a moment, far
in the distance. Once the beat ends, he
disappears. When the second beat, the
dub, sounds, we see him again, and then again he disappears as it ends. Now we hear breathing, very slow but very
loud. It begins to get faster and
faster, and then suddenly, from the left of the screen, OPTIMAL PRIMUS runs by
and looks into the distance, where Prime was standing before, an expression of
both outright shock and fear on his face.
The breathing, not coming from Optimal can still be heard, getting even
faster when suddenly...
MYSTERIOUS
VOICE
(whispering)
OPTIMAL!
The screen goes black. The sound of the clock still remains.
WOMAN'S
VOICE
(getting
increasingly louder)
Optimal?
Optimal!
Optimal,
wake up!
MAXIMAL HEADQUARTERS - MAIN HALLWAY, WAITING
ROOM
Optimal awakens abruptly, shocked. He takes a moment to look around at his
surroundings, noticing he is in a waiting room, very nicely decorated. The camera stays focused on Optimal, who
now, drearily, looks up at the SECRETARY standing in front of him. She takes her hands off his shoulders, no
longer attempting to shake him awake.
SECRETARY
Optimal,
they are ready to see you now.
Optimal rubs his eyes with his hands.
OPTIMAL
PRIME
Oh
god, did I fall into stasis? How... how
long have I been
waiting?
SECRETARY
Three
hours, sir. I apologize for the
inconvenience, but
they
are ready now.
OPTIMAL
Yes,
all right. I'd better not keep them
waiting. Wouldn't
want
to be rude.
The secretary smiles at him and walks back
to her desk. Optimal gets up and walks
over to a large doorway at the end of the hall, across from the chair upon
which he was seated. He pulls it open,
and steps inside.
MAXIMALIAN HEADQUARTERS - COUNCIL ROOM
The room is very dark, except for a dim
light from a lamp in the centre of a long table. The seats around the table are occupied by the 12 members of the
MAXIMALIAN HIGH COUNCIL: SUPREME COMMANDER FORTRAND, as well as DEXTRON, HERON,
GELEF, SAUROK, TIREK, MARCON, REGENT, QUAN, FRITZ, ASGARD, BLEDOCK. They all look at Optimal as he enters the
room. The Maximal at the head of the
table, Fortrand, gestures to the seat
at the back of the table, unoccupied.
FORTRAND
Optimal,
if you'll kindly take your seat, we can begin.
OPTIMAL
(sitting
down)
Of
course, Commander Fortrand, although to be quite honest, I think
I'd
rather be standing up right now. You've
kept me seated
for
hours, sir.
FORTRAND
My
most humble apologizes for that, Optimal, but the council
and
I had many things to discuss before we could meet with you.
The
coming weeks shall be very important to the future of
Cybertron.
OPTIMAL
And
why is that?
FORTRAND
We
will get to that in due time, Optimal.
First let us review
your
record. How long have you been with the
military, son?
OPTIMAL
In
two weeks it will have been twenty-six years, Commander.
FORTRAND
Do
you enjoy your work, Optimal?
OPTIMAL
I
do, sir, very much so.
FORTRAND
Excellent,
that's the kind of spirit I like in a Maximal.
The
kind
of spirit that has brought you to our attention in the first
place. Could you tell me now, in your own words,
precisely
what
it is you do for the military?
OPTIMAL
Um…
well, sir, I suppose you could say I'm an insurance agent.
I
work to ensure the Predacons, or any other threat to the
Maximal
empire remains subdued. My division of
the
military
keeps track of such threats, and takes them out before
they
can become a problem.
It's...
part of why I enjoy my work so much, sir... my unit works to
keep
Cybertron safe.
FORTRAND
Have
you ever disliked your line of work, Optimal?
OPTIMAL
I...
I don't exactly dislike the work I do, sir, I just wish I didn't
have
to do it. Things would be much better
if my occupation
didn't
exist.
FORTRAND
Indeed...
OPTIMAL
Commander
Fortrand, sir, please don't take offence, but I'd like
to
know why it is I'm here, before I answer
any more of your
questions.
FORTRAND
Hm. Then, perhaps, I should show you.
A large screen behind Fortrand activates,
and a picture of a space station is portrayed.
FORTRAND
Do
you know what this is, Optimal?
OPTIMAL
That...
would be the Trion Space Station, wouldn't it?
It was built
centuries
ago, to investigate the possibility of life other than the
Transformers...
or Quintessen. It's scheduled for
demolition soon,
isn't
it?
FORTRAND
(smiling)
You
are well educated about the affairs of Cybertron, aren't you, Optimal?
Indeed,
due to technological advancements, it has been labeled obsolete,
and
will quite soon, be destroyed. However,
it has been chosen, quite
secretly
by the council and I, to become the new symbol of peace for
Cybertron.
OPTIMAL
Sir? I'm not sure I'm following you.
FORTRAND
You
see, Optimal, a few weeks ago the Predaconian High Council responded
to
our requests for a complete world-wide cease fire. Not just a truce, but
an
alliance. We wanted world peace. We wanted Cybertron united at long last.
Apparently, so did the
Predacons.
OPTIMAL
(in
shock)
Sir,
that's wonderful news! The Predacons
are willing to sign a peace treaty?
The...
the war is over?
FORTRAND
Yes
Optimal, after all this time, true peace is within our grasp. And the treaty,
as
I'm sure you now realize, will be signed at Trion.
OPTIMAL
How
exactly does this involve me, sir?
FORTRAND
We
want you to be our head of security for the event. That is, if you want the
job. Think of it as an extension of your own
occupation. You would be aiding in the
elimination
of the greatest threat to Cybertron, imaginable: war.
OPTIMAL
General
Fortrand, of course I'll do it! I... it
would be an honour, sir.
DEXTRON
Excellent. Then it is settled. The treaty signing is scheduled for one week
from
today. We will arrange for new quarters to be set
up for you in downtown Euclid.
OPTIMAL
The
capital, sir? Why?
ASGARD
We
want you nearby, while you begin your preparations. As well as when
you
choose your new team, for this operation.
We have prepared for you...
Asgard places a Compu-pad on the table, and slides it over to Optimal, who picks
it up and begins to examine its contents.
ASGARD
...
this list of those we believe would be ideal candidates. From this, you may
choose
your men. Have you any questions? We will, of course, update you as the
event
gets closer.
OPTIMAL
I'm
not sure, sir, I can't think straight at the moment. I'm still a little shocked...
but
if I have any...?
FORTRAND
You
may feel free to contact us with them.
I assume you know this information
is
classified.
If...
there's nothing further, you are dismissed, officer.
Optimal gets to his feet, and salutes the
Commander.
OPTIMAL
Thank
you, sir, for this honour. I greatly
anticipate the signing.
DEXTRON
As
do we, Optimal. As do we.
Optimal stands in salute for a few more
moments, then turns around and leaves, still carrying the Compu-pad.
QUAN
Are
you sure this is a good idea, Commander?
He does not seem like the
kind
of man we want heading this operation.
If he were to learn too much...
REGENT
He
may prove a liability. He may, in fact,
become... dangerous.
FORTRAND
You
needn't fear that, gentlemen. He will
make an excellent witness.
The
people will rally around a man like that.
For the common good.
SAUROK
Yes,
but what if they rally against us?
FORTRAND
As
I stated, gentlemen, you needn't worry.
Precautions have been taken.
Our
plans will proceed accordingly.
The lamp in the centre of the table goes
out.
FADE OUT.
ACT
TWO
FADE IN:
EROS HEADQUARTERS - MAIN ATRIUM
The atrium is filled with an audience of
hundreds of Transformers. They are all
wearing cloaks, and looking forward towards the stage at the front of the
atrium, where UNITRIX, the LEADER of the EROS CLAN, is standing, ready to
address his men. There is a low buzz of
conversation filling the room, which quickly dies out, as Unitrix waits
patiently to begin. When the room is in
complete silence, he starts.
UNITRIX
My
fellow brethren, I welcome you to this, the final meeting
of
the Eros clan. From this day
forth we shall be known as
no
less then the Eros Dominion. For
on this day, we will march
into
Euclid and take what is rightfully ours, the sons of Eros, god
of
Nobility! We will take Maximalia... and
Cybertron itself!
CROWD
(loud
cheers)
The camera pans out on this atrium, and
moves into a smaller hallway behind it.
A large metallic door can be seen.
The crowd can still be heard as the camera continues to focus on the
door. Just as it seems as though
nothing will happen here, a few moments later, a spark can be seen along the
hinge of the door. It stops for a
moment, and then returns. Meanwhile,
the crowd's cheers die down, and Unitrix begins to speak again. He is not shown, but his voice can be heard.
UNITRIX
Yes,
my brethren, today shall be a glorious day for our kind! Eros,
even
at this very moment, is looking over us, guiding us silently
towards
that which is our destiny. Today we
will break down the
doors
to Maximalia!
The large metal door comes off its hinges,
and falls to the ground. Two
silhouettes can be seen behind the smoke cloud surrounding the doorway. The crash is not heard by the crowd.
UNITRIX
We
will enter its territory, storming in quickly and stealthily.
The two silhouettes walk into the complex,
through the open doorway. They are
wearing black masks, but their bodies are familiar. They quickly leap into a darkened area of the hallway and then
glance at each other. Then, in unison,
they remove their masks, and we see that these two silhouettes are actually
CHEETOR and RATTRAP. Cheetor pulls a
walkie-talkie from a belt around his waist.
CHEETOR
This
is Eagle One to Red Leader: we are inside the complex, I repeat, we
are
inside the complex.
RED
LEADER
(over
the walkie-talkie)
Good
work, Eagle One, although it could've been done a little sooner.
CHEETOR
You
can blame that on Eagle Two, Red Leader. He's not as fast as he
was
in his prime.
RATTRAP
Hey! Why don't you just shove it where the sun don't
shine, Cheetor,
cause
I'm tired of all your complainin'.
CHEETOR
(smirking)
That's
"Eagle One", Eagle Two.
RATTRAP
No,
it's Cheetor. I ain't callin' you by no
code names, buddy. Too
much
effort on my part to remember them.
CHEETOR
It's
too much effort to remember "Eagle One"?
Rattrap opens his mouth to speak, but is
interrupted by the walkie-talkie.
RED
LEADER
Would
you two both shut the hell up? It's a
wonder they haven't
discovered
you yet, arguing like that. Now, look,
we're running short
on
time. Inside sources indicate Eros will
be making its attempt in
roughly
six hours. We want you to have them
ready for arrest in
ten
minutes. Understood?
RATTRAP
Ten
minutes? You crazy or something? There must be hundreds
of
them out there, and you want us to take them all down in ten
minutes? There's no slaggin' way!
CHEETOR
Speak
for yourself, Eagle Two. This cat's got
all their numbers in
six
minutes, guaranteed. With or without a
certain vermin's help.
RATTRAP
You
really are insane, aren't you, Cheetor?
CHEETOR
Not
insane, Eagle Two. Just
arrogant.
Cheetor runs out of the shadows and begins
making his way to the atrium entranceway.
CHEETOR
(calling
back)
And
it's Eagle One!
Rattrap stands shaking his head for a
moment in annoyance, and then...
RATTRAP
Hey,
wait up!
He begins chasing after Cheetor, who is
already waiting in front of the entranceway, looking through a pair of
binoculars into the crowd.
CHEETOR
I
can see the stage from here. Unitrix is
giving some kind
of
speech.
RATTRAP
You
needed binoculars to figure that out? I
can hear it pretty clearly,
from
here. Did I mention how much I hate
that guy's voice? He
sounds
so... evil.
CHEETOR
Well,
at least he's no Megatron. Count your
blessings. Now, what
do
you suggest is the best possible way to make it to the stage from
here? I say we go charging through the crowd, and
fight our way up.
RATTRAP
Yeeaaahhh...
I guess we could do that. Or we could
do the smart thing
and
take that route down there.
Rattrap points to a doorway much further
down the hall.
RATTRAP
(mockingly)
Y'know,
the stage entrance? I just figured that
would make sense. But
your
kamikaze plan could work, too.
CHEETOR
Shut
up, Rattrap.
RATTRAP
That's
Eagle Two, buddy.
