we still don't have enough energon cubes to power a full scale assault, ironhide.
jazz, report security status.
dinobots. destroy devastator!
that's a question you should ask yourself.
as he lifts chunks of broken concrete and catches the laser dagger on it, tossing it aside as he lunges at-
you who are without mercy now plead for it. i thought you were made of sterner stuff, megatron!
never!
as he lies on an improvised bier-like platform, a profusion of electricity discharging tubes and "plasma" bottle devices hooked up to his arms and into his gaping middle wound.
autobots. do not grieve.  soon, i shall be one with the matrix.
ultra magnus! it is to you, old friend, i shall pass the matrix as it was passed to me .
nor was i, but one day, an autobot shall rise from our ranks and use the powers of the matrix to light our darkest hour.
until that day.
arise, rodimus prime.