Beast Wars: Transformers (1996) s01e01 Episode Script
Beast Wars (Part 1)
( dramatic theme playing )
( growls )
Beast wars
Beast wars
( dramatic theme playing )
CHEETOR: Ugh! Breach in Sector 7. Guidance systems failing.
( grunts )
RATTRAP: 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.
CHEETOR: Shields are doing a major fade.
OPTIMUS: Plasma cannons to full power.
DINOBOT: 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.
( groans )
( screams )
( groaning ): Damage report?
Believe me, you don't wanna know.
( sighing ): That's what I thought.
Navigation, is this the right planet?
NAVIGATION: 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.
( grunts )
Then we will create alternate forms
based on the most powerful local creatures.
( laughing ): Scanners activated.
( buzzing )
( machine beeps )
( growls )
Scanning and replication of local life forms complete.
You may emerge.
( growls )
Hey, hey, look at me. I'm a cheetah!
No, no. I'm Cheetor.
Hmm. Interesting.
Interesting?
( growls )
Optimus, the word is "spot-on smooth."
( purring, laughing ): It's a crime.
Little bit tacky.
Heh, you never had taste, did you, kid?
Now this,
( growls )
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.
RHINOX: 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.
( suspenseful theme playing )
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.
( disk clangs )
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!
( roars )
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?
( laughs )
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.
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunting )
Man, all this for a Golden Disk.
( beeping )
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?
( sighing ): 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.
( sighs )
Just no pleasing some people.
Hey, check it.
( sighing ): 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.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Cheetor, no!
( growls )
Cheetor, return to base immediately.
We don't have time for this.
OPTIMUS: 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.
( growls )
The name's Cheetor. What's shaking, cats?
( both growling )
What? Is it my breath?
Hey, wait!
( suspenseful theme plays )
( growling, snarling )
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,
then we gotta be talking about just one thing.
Robots in disguise! Cheetor, maximize!
( yells )
Time for this cat to pounce!
( buzzing )
Waspinator under attack. Waspinator engage enemy.
Waspinator terrorize!
( Waspinator snarls )
Uh-oh.
OPTIMUS: Move. Move!
( buzzes )
( action theme playing )
Hey, heads up. Roadblock.
Veer left. There's a clearing about a hundred meters.
( groans )
Ah, yes. Silly me.
( growling )
Oh, of all the times for a quasar jam!
OPTIMUS: Cheetor!
Get to cover! We'll swat that pesky Predacon.
MEGATRON: Oh, I would not count on that, Maximals.
No.
( laughs )
For I believe that you are soon to havehow shall I put it?
Difficulties of your own.
Yes.
We don't have to do this, Megatron.
There has been peace
between the Maximals and Predacons for centuries.
Why start this up again?
Peace, perhaps on your side, Maximal scum.
Yes. But not on ours.
Permit me to inform you
that an enemy which appears to be peaceful
may, in fact, be merely biding its time.
( gun beeps )
( snarling )
Finally!
We Predacons have never abandoned
our rightful goal of galactic conquest.
No. We have merely been waiting for the right moment
to strike.
You mean like this?
( roars )
Cheetor!
Ah! A treacherous, underhanded sneak attack.
( laughs )
I like you, pussycat.
Yes.
But it shall avail you not.
No. From now, the power gauntlet has been cast.
Predacons, terrorize!
Do it. Maximize!
Tarantulas, terrorize!
( giggling )
Rhinox, maximize!
( roars )
Scorponok, terrorize!
( roars )
Rattrap, maximize!
Terrorsaur, terrorize!
( roars )
Megatron, terrorize!
( roars )
Optimus, maximize!
( roars )
( dramatic theme playing )
Now, obliterate them!
( rocket whistles )
( grunts )
( gasps )
( growls )
I-- I'm-- I'm stuck.
Rattrap, help Cheetor. We'll cover you.
Heh, yeah, right!
That's an order, Rattrap!
Yeah, and you can just kiss my skid plate, fearless leader,
'cause I ain't going out there
and getting my pelt punctured.
( growls )
( fire roaring )
( grunting )
( grunting )
( grunts )
Optimus!
Heh-heh, see? Told you!
( gasps )
Ah!
Do not let them escape!
Hey! Let me down, you big bulldozer.
Cover fire. They need it, we give it. Now.
( yelling )
Back to the base. Let's go, let's go!
After them! Go, you--
( grunts )
One cannot
Energon field buildup. Convert back to beast mode.
( growls )
Hey! Hey, what's got your Servo so bent?
Let's get one thing straight, Rattrap.
I am commander of this group,
and when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed.
Oh, yeah? So I get vaped
because you're too chicken to go yourself.
I will not give an order I would not be willing to do myself.
But I was capable of giving you better cover fire.
You were not.
( grunts )
Hey, come on. What are you shorting about?
We got out of there alive, didn't we?
But injured.
It'll take time for our beast forms
to affect internal repairs.
Yeah, well,
better you than me.
( suspenseful theme playing )
I think we gave them the fade, Optimus
Keep your sensors on full.
According to the Golden Disk theft reports,
there were six Predacons.
One of them was missing from the battle.
Yeah, well, uh, maybe it was destroyed in the crash.
That kind of luck we haven't been getting much of lately.
Tell me about it. Look.
Should we blast him?
Keep that option open. But hang on.
Attention, Maximals.
My name is Dinobot.
I have left the Predacons to join your group
as leader.
What? Did I hear the word "leader"?
This guy's got bearings of chrome steel.
I hereby challenge you, Optimus Primal,
to a one-on-one battle.
The winner shall lead the Maximals.
And the loser shall be destroyed.
NARRATOR: Next time, on Beast Wars:
Fire!
Energon. Yes.
With a crystal that size,
the Predacon forces will be unstoppable.
It's gonna blow!
Beast Wars.
( dramatic theme playing )
( growls )
Beast wars
Beast wars
( dramatic theme playing )
CHEETOR: Ugh! Breach in Sector 7. Guidance systems failing.
( grunts )
RATTRAP: 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.
CHEETOR: Shields are doing a major fade.
OPTIMUS: Plasma cannons to full power.
DINOBOT: 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.
( groans )
( screams )
( groaning ): Damage report?
Believe me, you don't wanna know.
( sighing ): That's what I thought.
Navigation, is this the right planet?
NAVIGATION: 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.
( grunts )
Then we will create alternate forms
based on the most powerful local creatures.
( laughing ): Scanners activated.
( buzzing )
( machine beeps )
( growls )
Scanning and replication of local life forms complete.
You may emerge.
( growls )
Hey, hey, look at me. I'm a cheetah!
No, no. I'm Cheetor.
Hmm. Interesting.
Interesting?
( growls )
Optimus, the word is "spot-on smooth."
( purring, laughing ): It's a crime.
Little bit tacky.
Heh, you never had taste, did you, kid?
Now this,
( growls )
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.
RHINOX: 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.
( suspenseful theme playing )
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.
( disk clangs )
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!
( roars )
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?
( laughs )
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.
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunting )
Man, all this for a Golden Disk.
( beeping )
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?
( sighing ): 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.
( sighs )
Just no pleasing some people.
Hey, check it.
( sighing ): 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.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Cheetor, no!
( growls )
Cheetor, return to base immediately.
We don't have time for this.
OPTIMUS: 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.
( growls )
The name's Cheetor. What's shaking, cats?
( both growling )
What? Is it my breath?
Hey, wait!
( suspenseful theme plays )
( growling, snarling )
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,
then we gotta be talking about just one thing.
Robots in disguise! Cheetor, maximize!
( yells )
Time for this cat to pounce!
( buzzing )
Waspinator under attack. Waspinator engage enemy.
Waspinator terrorize!
( Waspinator snarls )
Uh-oh.
OPTIMUS: Move. Move!
( buzzes )
( action theme playing )
Hey, heads up. Roadblock.
Veer left. There's a clearing about a hundred meters.
( groans )
Ah, yes. Silly me.
( growling )
Oh, of all the times for a quasar jam!
OPTIMUS: Cheetor!
Get to cover! We'll swat that pesky Predacon.
MEGATRON: Oh, I would not count on that, Maximals.
No.
( laughs )
For I believe that you are soon to havehow shall I put it?
Difficulties of your own.
Yes.
We don't have to do this, Megatron.
There has been peace
between the Maximals and Predacons for centuries.
Why start this up again?
Peace, perhaps on your side, Maximal scum.
Yes. But not on ours.
Permit me to inform you
that an enemy which appears to be peaceful
may, in fact, be merely biding its time.
( gun beeps )
( snarling )
Finally!
We Predacons have never abandoned
our rightful goal of galactic conquest.
No. We have merely been waiting for the right moment
to strike.
You mean like this?
( roars )
Cheetor!
Ah! A treacherous, underhanded sneak attack.
( laughs )
I like you, pussycat.
Yes.
But it shall avail you not.
No. From now, the power gauntlet has been cast.
Predacons, terrorize!
Do it. Maximize!
Tarantulas, terrorize!
( giggling )
Rhinox, maximize!
( roars )
Scorponok, terrorize!
( roars )
Rattrap, maximize!
Terrorsaur, terrorize!
( roars )
Megatron, terrorize!
( roars )
Optimus, maximize!
( roars )
( dramatic theme playing )
Now, obliterate them!
( rocket whistles )
( grunts )
( gasps )
( growls )
I-- I'm-- I'm stuck.
Rattrap, help Cheetor. We'll cover you.
Heh, yeah, right!
That's an order, Rattrap!
Yeah, and you can just kiss my skid plate, fearless leader,
'cause I ain't going out there
and getting my pelt punctured.
( growls )
( fire roaring )
( grunting )
( grunting )
( grunts )
Optimus!
Heh-heh, see? Told you!
( gasps )
Ah!
Do not let them escape!
Hey! Let me down, you big bulldozer.
Cover fire. They need it, we give it. Now.
( yelling )
Back to the base. Let's go, let's go!
After them! Go, you--
( grunts )
One cannot
Energon field buildup. Convert back to beast mode.
( growls )
Hey! Hey, what's got your Servo so bent?
Let's get one thing straight, Rattrap.
I am commander of this group,
and when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed.
Oh, yeah? So I get vaped
because you're too chicken to go yourself.
I will not give an order I would not be willing to do myself.
But I was capable of giving you better cover fire.
You were not.
( grunts )
Hey, come on. What are you shorting about?
We got out of there alive, didn't we?
But injured.
It'll take time for our beast forms
to affect internal repairs.
Yeah, well,
better you than me.
( suspenseful theme playing )
I think we gave them the fade, Optimus
Keep your sensors on full.
According to the Golden Disk theft reports,
there were six Predacons.
One of them was missing from the battle.
Yeah, well, uh, maybe it was destroyed in the crash.
That kind of luck we haven't been getting much of lately.
Tell me about it. Look.
Should we blast him?
Keep that option open. But hang on.
Attention, Maximals.
My name is Dinobot.
I have left the Predacons to join your group
as leader.
What? Did I hear the word "leader"?
This guy's got bearings of chrome steel.
I hereby challenge you, Optimus Primal,
to a one-on-one battle.
The winner shall lead the Maximals.
And the loser shall be destroyed.
NARRATOR: Next time, on Beast Wars:
Fire!
Energon. Yes.
With a crystal that size,
the Predacon forces will be unstoppable.
It's gonna blow!
Beast Wars.
( dramatic theme playing )