Transformers: Two

Chapter 4: The Allspark

In the Decepticon war room, Megatron stands at a massive table carved from scrap metal, overlooking maps of Cybertron. Shockwave, Soundwave, and Starscream linger nearby, arguing strategy. Airachnid slips in quietly, optics glinting. she speaks silken and sly "My lord Megatron... you fight well, but brute force alone will not win this war." "Hah! And what would you know, crawler?" Airachnid smirks, ignoring him. Airachnid speaks to Megatron, telling her new boss "There is something greater. A source of life itself. The Allspark." Megatron's optics narrow, asking "The Allspark...?" Airachnid steps forward, her voice dripping with false reverence as she explains "Long ago, it was split in two by the Thirteen Primes. One half lies within a fortress on the surface — a Titan called Metroplex. The other, deep beneath Iacon, in the Well of All Sparks. Together, they could create... or destroy. Whoever controls them will control all of Cybertron." The room goes silent. Starscream scoffs but can't hide his unease. Shockwave tilts his head, already calculating probabilities. Soundwave remains silent, visor pulsing faintly. Megatron leans in, a dangerous smile curling. he then asks "Life-giving power... stolen from us by the Primes. And you bring this to me? Why?" Airachnid lowers her head in a mock bow as she says "Because I believe in your cause. Because I know... only you are strong enough to wield it." Megatron chuckles, low and dark. "Yes... with such power, not even Optimus Prime could stand against me. With the Allspark, the Autobots, the Quintessons, the universe itself would kneel before Megatron." The Decepticon war council erupts: Starscream sneering, Shockwave analyzing, Soundwave nodding silently. Airachnid's optics flicker, recording the scene for her Quintesson masters. Deep inside, her voice whispers to herself: "And through you, Megatron... the Allspark will be mine." We then cut to the Autobot base's war room where Holo-screens glow with images of Megatron's broadcast — him holding the Quintesson's severed head aloft as Kaon roared his name. The Autobots are gathered around the war table, tension thick in the air. Prowl grimly says "His propaganda is spreading faster than we can contain it. If Kaon keeps swelling with recruits, he'll have enough numbers to challenge Iacon directly." Ironhide snarling says "Then we hit him head-on before he gets any stronger." Arcee shaking her head then argues "And risk dragging the entire planet into war? That's exactly what he wants." The room grows restless. Sideswipe slams his fist on the table, still raw with grief exclaiming "Civil war or not — after what he did to Sunny, I say let's bring him down now!" The room erupts into argument until Optimus Prime finally raises his hand, silencing them. Optimus speaks in a somber tone as he tells his comrades "I know the danger Megatron poses. But there is... something greater. When I communed with the Primes, they spoke of a threat that overshadows even him." The Autobots exchange uneasy glances. Optimus continues saying "The Quintessons are coming." Elita-1 stiffens, remembering the events of Transformers: One as she says "I remember them. The creatures we saw Sentinel deal with on the surface. Cold, manipulative... always watching." B-127 shudders, saying "They were the ones who tried to enslave us. I'll never forget those faces — one smiling, one sneering, totally freaky." The others mutter, fear spreading through the room. Ratchet gruffly asks "So how do we stop them, Prime?" Optimus with a heavy spark says "I... do not know. Not yet." A long silence. Then Wheeljack raises a finger, breaking the tension as he speaks up saying "Hey. I know a guy." The whole table tilts their heads, confused. Team prime in unison asks "...A guy?" Wheeljack shrugs, tells them "Trust me. He knows things." We then cut to Downtown Iacon. The neon glow of the city hums. The camera pans down to the lively facade of Macadam's Old Oil House, the sign flickering proudly above the entrance. Inside, the sound of laughter, music, and clinking glasses. The autobots step inside, the Autobots stepping inside, the start of the bar scene. The place is bustling. Autobots laugh, drink, and reminisce. Team Prime filters in, drawing curious stares. In the foreground, Macadam (voiced by Thew Adams as a cameo) polishes a glass, optics glinting knowingly. Optimus approaches the bar. Elita lingers nearby, concerned. Optimus asks him "I was told you know... things. Ancient things." Macadam raises a brow ridge, leans in. Macadam tells him in a hushed voice "Depends on who's askin'. And depends on the subject." Optimus tells him "The Quintessons." The bar noise seems to drop. Macadam stiffens, glances around cautiously, then leans close to tell Optimus "Shh! Don't say that name in here. Not unless you want to vanish. Word is, they've got spies everywhere." Optimus frowns, listening intently. In the background the Autobots are all hanging out and having fun: Arcee & Moonracer sit at a corner booth, laughing about their last patrol, Moonracer teasing Arcee by telling her: "Always in over your head, Arcee." Ratchet catches up with fellow Autobot medic Lifeline, shaking his head as he tells her: "The battlefield's endless, and I'm patching up more sparks than I can count." Mirage banters with his old racing buddies Hot Rod, Chromia, Swerve, Scattershot, Override and the other Iacon 5000 racers. Hot Rod looks over to Optimus in awe of the legend asks: "Wait, is that the Optimus Prime?" Ironhide & Jazz share a story about the mines. Wheeljack interjects with a gadget gone wrong, everyone laughing. Sideswipe drinks alone, optics dark, ignoring the others. In the foreground Macadam pours a glass, slides it to Optimus, still whispering. Macadam drops a lore bomb on Optimus telling him "There are legends. Of the Allspark. Source of every spark on Cybertron. Said to be split in two, hidden by the Primes to keep it from falling back into the wrong hands." He wipes the bar top, voice lower now. Macadam continues "One half in the Well beneath Iacon. The other... guarded by a Titan. Metroplex. Not just a fortress, Prime — a living superweapon, built by the Thirteen themselves to ward off Quintesson invaders." Optimus' optics widen slightly. Optimus awed and quiet asks "Metroplex..." Macadam nods and tells Optimus "Some say he sleeps still, somewhere on the surface world. A myth to most. But myths... have a way of waking when you least expect." Back in the background Hound leans over to B-127, whispering: "Y'know, I heard this place has fembots who perform with their chestplates off." B-127 spits his drink and asks "What?! Seriously!?" Hound grinning assures his little yellow friend "Relax, kid. Just yankin' your chain." Bee groans, hiding his face. Hound laughs. Back in the foreground Elita steps beside Optimus, reading his expression. Elita-1 softly asks "Whatever you saw in your vision... this confirms it, doesn't it?" Optimus nods grimly, fingers tightening around his drink. He tells her "The Primes warned me. And now... their warning has become our path." Macadam leans back, resuming his work like nothing happened, muttering: "Just watch your back, Prime. Say their name too loud, and you'll have more than a warlord to worry about." The camera pulls back: Optimus silent at the bar, Autobots laughing and bonding in the background — unaware that the storm is coming. Meanwhile, Sideswipe slams back another shot of oil, optics dim, grief still raw. B-127 approaches cautiously. B-127 gently tries to tell him "Sideswipe... I didn't mean for Sunstreaker to—" Sideswipe slamming his glass down, furious, tell B-127 "Don't say his name! He's dead because of you, Bee!" B-127 pleading tells him "I tried to help! I never wanted—" Sideswipe in a drunken roar screams out "LIAR!" He lunges across the table, tackling Bee. Glass shatters. Patrons scatter. Bee tries to hold him off, not striking back. B-127, struggling tells Sideswipe "Sideswipe, stop! Please! I'm sorry!" Sideswipe swinging wildly shouts "You don't get to be sorry! Not when my brother's spark is gone!" The two Autobots crash into tables, knocking over drinks, startling other patrons. Bee blocks a punch, but refuses to retaliate. In the shadowed corner booth, Barricade, Blitzwing, Nightbird, Reflector, Rumble, Frenzy, Ratbat, Blackout, and Flatline sit with drinks they barely touch. Their fresh Decepticon brands still glow faintly. The group watches silently as Sideswipe and Bee's fight escalates. Barricade smirks, nudging Blitzwing as he says "Look at 'em. Splitting apart without us lifting a servo." Blitzwing grins at Barricade, muttering to him "Better than any arena match." Rumble grinning says "Megatron'll love this feed." his twin brother Frenzy agrees saying "Bet he'll love it more when we finish the job." Flatline, the decepticon medic speaks in a cold and clinical tone "Autobots tearing into each other... poetic. Less work for me to do when I'm stitching up survivors for Megatron's army." Ratbat hisses in amusement. Even the other recruits glance uneasily at Flatline's comment, but none challenge him. The fight crashes toward the bar. Macadam slams his massive hands down, his voice booming over the chaos: "Enough! Not in my house. Take it outside, or take it up with me!" The room falls silent for a beat. Sideswipe and Bee freeze, still locked in a grapple, both panting. Team Prime exchanges nervous glances as the tension lingers. Slowly, the Autobots and the watching Decepticons all rise. Civilians duck for cover. Weapons hum to life, but no one fires. The room is dead silent, save for the sound of boots clanking across the floor. Prowl steps forward, arms crossed, optics narrowed as he speaks in a firm tone of voice "You heard Macadam. Outside. Now." The two factions glare at each other as they file out the door together, creating an almost comical contrast — a polite walk-out before violence erupts. The doors slam open. Autobots and Decepticons spill into the streets of Iacon — and then the brawl explodes. The Autobots and Decepticons clash outside Macadam's, weapons blazing, transforming back and forth between vehicle and robot modes as the fight rages. Civilians scatter in panic. Blitzwing barrels down the street in tank mode, turret locked on Bee. Jazz in his sleek car mode drives off a ramp and transforms into robot mode mid-leap, landing on Blitzwing's turret, twisting the cannon mid-shift so it fires wildly. Blitzwing tries to shake him off, shifting into jet mode — Jazz clinging to the fuselage. Arcee darts in motorcycle mode, weaving between traffic and seeker strafes. She flips into robot mode, blades flashing, locking with Nightbird's katanas. Nightbird disengages, vaulting back and flipping into a stealth jet mode, strafing the street. Arcee transforms back into her bike and speeds up the wall of a building, leaping back into bot mode mid-spin to clash blades again in mid-air. Blackout thunders overhead in helicopter mode, launching shockwave blasts down the street. Ironhide digs in, transforming into his heavy truck mode, ramming through the shockwave to plow into Blackout's landing gear. Both transform into robot mode — Blackout wielding his rotor blade, Ironhide with his shoulder cannons blazing. Blackout transforms again into chopper, grabbing Ironhide with his landing skids, only for Ironhide to blast free and crash back into bot mode on the street. Reflector splits into three, each transforming into different scout vehicles, circling Hound. Hound counters by projecting hologram duplicates of himself in both bot and vehicle mode, confusing them. He transforms into a rugged jeep, sideswiping one Reflector, then back into robot mode to blast another. The last Reflector charges in bot mode, only to be overwhelmed by a swarm of holograms that pounce on him. Barricade revs through the street in police cruiser mode, sirens blaring, trying to ram Bee. Mirage cloaks his own racecar alt mode, weaving in and out of Barricade's path, appearing only at the last second. Both transform mid-drift into robot mode, grappling — Barricade snarling, Mirage smirking as he vanishes and reappears behind him to deliver a strike. Barricade tries to transform back into cruiser mode to escape, only for Mirage to leap onto his roof, forcing him to crash. Flatline kneels over a wounded Decepticon, transforming partway to deploy invasive surgical tools. He jams energon injectors in, forcing the soldier back to life. Ratchet charges in ambulance mode, transforming mid-skid into bot mode with his energon saw out. They clash: Ratchet's tools meant to heal, Flatline's meant to mutilate. Flatline transforms into a sleek hearse and rams Ratchet, only for Ratchet to flip him with brute strength, forcing him back into robot mode. Bee dodges through the chaos in compact car mode as Rumble and Frenzy chase him in slick, jagged motorcycle alt modes. Bee swerves to shake them, transforms mid-drift into bot mode, firing wildly. Rumble and Frenzy flip forward, transforming mid-air into robot mode, piledrivers already deployed. They smash the ground in sync, seismic waves splitting the street and sending Bee sprawling. Bee scrambles up, panicked, stammering: “C-c’mon, can we not do this?!” Frenzy cackles, leaps onto Bee's hood as he transforms back into car mode, clinging like a parasite. Bee swerves, slams into a wall, transforming back to bot mode to throw Frenzy off, only to get tackled again by Rumble. Bee barely blasts them off, but looks shaken and cornered. Ratbat transforms into his beast mode — a massive, angular mechanical bat with serrated wings and glowing red optics. Civilians scream as his sonic screech shatters windows and forces Autobots to cover their audials. Prowl stands his ground, visor glowing as he calculates patterns of Ratbat’s flight. Ratbat dives, wings slashing. Prowl rolls into police cruiser mode, racing forward before transforming back and blasting upward with pinpoint accuracy. Prowl flips into vehicle mode again, handbrake turns under Ratbat’s dive, then transforms mid-spin to grab its wing, slamming it into the pavement as he makes his witty remark: “Beasts can’t outfly strategy.” Ratbat screeches back, blasting him with another sonic wave, forcing Prowl to stagger and cover his audials as Ratbat lifts off again, transforming mid-air into his humanoid robot form, wings folding into jagged armor. He snarls, diving toward Prowl with claws extended as he exclaims “Strategy won’t save you from the swarm!” Prowl raises his blaster, but his aim falters — the sonic resonance still ringing in his audials. Ratbat is nearly on him—Suddenly, a motorcycle engine ROARS. From the side street, Elita-1 streaks in at full speed in her cycle mode. She skids sideways, tires screeching sparks across the pavement, and SLAMS into Ratbat’s face. energon sprays in slow-motion as the impact cracks across his face. Ratbat flips backward mid-air, screeching in pain. Elita transforms into robot mode mid-skid, rifle already drawn. Elita-1 firing a volley says “Hands off my Autobots.” Still staggering from his drinking, Sideswipe charges into the fight anyway, transforming back and forth sloppily. He flips into robot mode, swords blazing, but his timing is off, leaving him vulnerable. Bee dives in at the last second, blocking a blow aimed at Sideswipe, cementing his arc: despite being blamed, he still protects his comrade. Sideswipe stares, wide-eyed, as Bee pulls him to his feet. Sideswipe, panting and surprised, says “Thanks… B-127.” Bee pauses, before telling him “Please… call me Bumblebee.” Sideswipe blinks, then nods, a faint smile tugging at his mouth despite the chaos. Sideswipe says “Bumblebee.” The ground trembles as Astrotrain roars overhead in shuttle mode. His cargo doors open, dropping Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Slipstream, Dirge, Thrust, Ramjet, and Redwing mid-air. The Seekers transform into jet mode mid-drop, screaming down like meteors. Arcee and Mirage dive into vehicle mode to dodge strafing runs. Ironhide plants himself and unloads cannon fire into the sky. Jazz wall-runs, vaulting off Blitzwing to fire at the incoming squad. The Autobots look up as Megatron steps to the edge of Astrotrain's bay doors, flanked by Soundwave, Shockwave, and Airachnid. Megatron raises his mace, the glow of his fusion cannon ominous. Megatron calls out to Optimus in a booming voice "The Allspark will be mine — and you are powerless to stop me!" Optimus, grim asks "The Allspark? I thought Macadam said it was just a legend" B-127 bewildered asks "...What's an Allspark?" Airachnid chuckles darkly behind Megatron, drawing suspicious glances from Soundwave and Shockwave. The Autobots regroup, battered and scorched, watching as the Decepticons board Astrotrain in shuttle mode. From the open bay doors, Megatron glares down at Optimus. A pleading Optimus steps forward, raising his voice above the chaos, reaching out to his old friend as he says “It didn’t have to be this way… D.” For the briefest second, Megatron’s optics flicker — the ghost of his old name hanging in the air. Then his expression hardens, a cruel sneer spreading across his face, cold and resolute as he shouts “You made your choice, Orion… just as I made mine.” Megatron then gives the order “Astrotrain — take us to the surface! The Allspark will be ours!” Astrotrain roars into the sky, thrusters blazing as he vanishes toward the wild surface world. Inside Astrotrain, Airachnid lingers apart from the others, her optics flickering as a Quintesson hologram materializes before her. Quintessa over the feed tells her “Airachnid. Our armies descend. The surface will burn. Tell us… do you have the Allspark?” Airachnid bowing slightly tells her queen “Not yet. But Megatron believes it’s real. His hunger will lead him to it. And through him… it will be mine.” Quintessa’s faces rotate — one smiling, another sneering as she says “See that you succeed. The invasion begins.” The hologram vanishes. Meanwhile on the surface world, The skies ignite with fire. Massive Quintesson warships tear through the clouds, descending toward the wild surface world. Their hangar bays open, unleashing swarms of Quintesson dropships. Thousands of soldiers, executioners, and biomechanical war machines pour down like a metallic storm, shaking the earth. The forests and mountains of the surface burn as the first wave lands, their mechanical shrieks echoing. We then cut back to the war room inside the Autobot base. Team Prime limps back into HQ, battered and demoralized. Ratchet tends to the wounded. Sideswipe sits in silence, guilt heavy in his optics. Bee lingers nearby, still shaken. At the far end, Optimus stands alone, the Matrix of Leadership glowing in his chest. He closes his optics, reaching inward. Upon waking up in the Matrix realm, Optimus kneels, surrounded by the spectral forms of the Thirteen Primes. Their voices echo, heavy and urgent. Zeta Prime tells Optimus “The storm is here. The Quintessons return to claim what they believe is theirs.” The void trembles as the holographic image of Cybertron appears, engulfed by Quintesson fleets. Nexus Prime says “If they seize both halves of the Allspark…” as the hologram splits, showing: Metroplex, the surface Titan fortress, glowing faintly. Vector prime says in a grave tone “…then Cybertron will not be enslaved. It will be consumed.” The images warp into a vision of horror: Quintesson Judges towering over enslaved Autobots and Decepticons alike. Sparks ripped from their bodies, funneled into massive conduits. Metroplex, shackled and corrupted, forced to serve as a war machine. Cybertron itself cracking, burning, collapsing into ruin. The Primes’ voices overlap in a thunderous chorus: “Protect the Allspark. Awaken the Titan. If you fail… Cybertron is lost.” Optimus gasps as he snaps back to reality, staggering as the Matrix’s glow dims. Elita catches his arm, steadying him as she asks “Optimus — what did you see?” Optimus Prime solemnly says “The war with Megatron is nothing compared to what is coming. The Quintessons are here. And if they find the Allspark… Cybertron will not survive.”