Autobot: That warp cannon is too tough Optimus, we can't make a dent in it.
Optimus: I'm still tapped into your targeting computers, Metroplex. If we re-sync, I can designate targets for you.
Metroplex: Target synchronizing initiated.
Autobot: Everybody, get down. In-coming Decepticon!
Decepticon: Now, that's how you make an entrance.
Autobot: Rocket Trooper is down. Grab his launcher.
Metroplex: Target synchronizing at 50%.
Decepticon: Destruction to all Autobots.
Metroplex: Target synchronizing completed. Awaiting your coordinates, Optimus Prime.
Optimus: Metroplex, take out that warp cannon.
Metroplex: Consider it down.
Optimus: One down, two more to go.
Metroplex: Lead the way, Optimus Prime.
Autobot: Where'd that giant come from?
Autobot: Don't know. I'm glad he's on our side.
Optimus: No Cybertronian has seen our once great home in its current form need be reminded that our planet is powering down; that our home is dying. So I record this log, not for this day and age, but for a future that may well never come to pass. But still, we must hope that one day a future generation will, once again, know Cybertron only in its resplendent, gleaming, metallic glory. It is for this generation that we must chronicle the cause and countenance of our planet's decline.
Speed is of the essence. We will never surrender.
Autobot: I don't care where it came from, shoot it! Hit it with everything you've got.
That's from all of us here.
It's Optimus Prime.
Optimus: I can certainly use this.
Autobot: We're pinned down. Do not proceed to rendezvous. There's a giant Marauder laying down a wall of fire. Thing won't let up. Primus! Just lost our flank support. Three more down. Let's go get these sons of rust buckets!
Transport 49: This is Transport 49. We're under heavy fire. I repeat, we're under heavy fire! We're hit! We're hit! Brace for-
Optimus: Metroplex, maintain your heading. I'll need you at the second warp cannon.
Decepticon: One less Autobot.
Optimus: Metroplex, I found some Decepticons who need to be taught a lesson.