Firrior: посты

Все страницы, начиная с конца второй, являют собой не что иное, как невычитанный автоперевод с испанского. Его, конечно, нужно сперва подправить, а уж потом только можно будет нормально переводить на русский.

Предлагаю отмечаться в примечаниях о том, до какого места вычитан текст.

Все тайминги подогнаны и подправлены. Где что-то отсутствовало в испанском – вбила на английском (добуквенную точность не гарантирую) :)

- I'm here! Medic!
– Hang in there, soldier. The damage is too severe, I'm gonna have to amputate.
– What?
– Don't worry. Cybertron service will issue you a replacement limb within 68 solar cycles.
– Ah! Could I get second opinion?
– No!

– Rodimus to Elite Guard command! We are under attack! Repeat: requesting backup, we are under attack!
– Stay cool, Rodimus, and try to hold on a little longer.
– Elite Guard forces are strained to maximum as it is.
– Sir! I don't know, how long we can keep the Cons from the Space Bridge.
– The Cons gonna have Space Bridge on a perifery!
– We can't let them even transfer to Cybertron!
– I can assure you, commander, that the Cybertron Space Bridge nexus is fully guarded. We are ready for anything that comes throught!
– Count on it.

– Ironhide! Brawn! Transform and fall back! We need to protect the Space Bridge!

– Blackout! You fool! We need the Space Bridge operational.
– Oh! Sorry!
– Cyclonus! Oil Slick! Help free Spittor and secure the perimeter!
– You'll have to get past me first, Decepticreeps!
– You say that like it's a difficult thing, Autobot.
– Cosmic rust?

– Strika to Shockwave. Team Chaar is taking Space Bridge at 697030, requesting access code, so we'll make transwarp to Cybertron.
– We're under strict orders from Megatron, no one is to make a move until he and his team arrive.
– He was supposed to be there megacycles ago!

– Starscream, you incompetent malfunction... your utter failure has reached astronomical proportions.
– Maybe i'd had better luck removing these stasis cuffs if you'd bothered to reattach my head to my body! And maybe we wouldn't be floating here helplessly if you hadn't overloaded a space bridge! Are you sensing a pattern here? This is all your fault!... Oh... Where did that come from?
– Free at last.
– Omega Supreme... we're slagged.

– Wait! Don't shoot! He is the one you want.
– Silence, fool.... He's offline. This could be useful. Very useful.

***
– OK, I'm waiting.
– Ah. I... yes. Well...
– Still waiting.
– It is... complicated.
– 'Hey Sari, guess what? You're a robot.' How complicated is that? 'You know why there's no record of your birth? Because you weren't born – you were built!'
– Ahh, you're right. I should have told you long ago. But the truth is, i don't know where you came from. You see, some years ago... i saw a very strange flash of light coming from my laboratory. I'd never seen anything like it. A little body like liquid metal. I touched it, and got quite a shock. When i came to, you were just there.
– Oh, p-lease, why don't you just tell me you found me in a cabbage patch, or the stork brought me.
– I concur, professor. You story's not consistent with what Sari told me small organics... come from.
– Don't even bother, Prime. Why should he tell the truth now after lying to me my entire life?

– Sari please, listen to me.
– Not. Talking. To you.
– But I...
– Papapa...
– I just...
– La-la, not listening either.

– Oh! What has happened to my laboratory? Powell? Masterson? What are you doing here?
– Oh, don't you know? They are running this place. Guess I ... forgot to mention it.
– Sumdaс! I'm so... relieved to see you alive! We feared the worst.
– Totally bogus. You got big brass coming back here after your autobot pals clipped my headmaster unit.
– What? No way, the deceptions stole it.
– Autobots, decepticons, they're all the same.
– So. You'd better warn your lamo freakbot alien buddies that if they don't pone and fire up with the stolen merchandise, heads will roll. And we all know whose heads i'm talking about.
– Now, Masterson, why don't you tell me? Whose heads will roll?
– Mister Powell, mister Masterson, your services are no longer required at Sumdac Systems.
– Maybe we don't feel like taking orders from some old dude and his little daughter.
– If she even is his daughter.

– Sari, I promise to do everything in my power to find out what is happening to you.
– No, you've done enough damage! From now on i'm sticking with my fellow machines.
– Sari, wait!
– Maybe she just needs some time to cool off. We'll keep her safe.

– Thanks for letting me stay here with you, guys. Again... I just can't be with my fa-... with Sumdac. I don't know what I am... but I refuse to be anyone's lab rat.
– It's possible he did find a liquid metal body in his lab. Maybe.
– Did you say, liquid metal body?
– Ahhh! This is useless! We can't contact Cybertron without teletraan 1, and we don't have teletraan 1 because we don't have a ship.
– We didn't just lose a ship. We lost a friend.

– Did the intel bot give you any information about the access code she was carrying?
– She had a name, sir. Arcee.
– Yes, i'm aware of that. But this is extremely important.
– Anything you can do to jog her memory will be crucial to the war.
– All due respect, commander, i could talk to her till i'm blue in the face, well, -bluerier-in the face, but it won't do any good.
– I wasn't suggesting you... talk.

– Oh, i'm talking here. Have you heard a word I'm saying? We gotta warn the big brass bots back on Cybertron that there's a decepticon spy in their midst.
– Maybe we should have Bulkhead try to repair Megatron's space bridge? Apparently he's quite a space bridge genius.
– Bulkhead and genius in the same sentence? I'll never get used to that.
– I might be able to piece something together if we salvage enough parts of what's left to the mines.
– So, what're we waiting for, genius?

– Well, that doesn't make any sense but... Sari is basically organic but her circuitry appears to be cybertronian.
– You mean... my dad put Megatron parts in me? Eeew...

– Oh no, I can feel this glue seeping into my circuitry!
– Ah, it's just a theory, mind you, but if you consider the possibility of using concentrated sonic pulses at alternating frequencies to weaken this autoglue that's binding us rather than complaining about it, which accomplishes nothing but the endless restatement of the problem that was painfully obvious to all of us in the first place.
– Hmm, my superior intelligence detects the kernel of a useful idea in that brainless prattle of yours.

– Agent Blurr to Cybertron command, come in, Cybertron command, code red, Megatron is online, decepticons -???-- is anybody there, does anybody hear me, is this blasted crap even a work day?
– Here you are, autobot, you think you can warn your bosses against the likes of me?
– I don't warn anybody from here, I'll have to run across the galaxy to Cybertron to do it!

– Those noobs don't know who they're messing with. Nobody fires the Masterman – twice. Not without much of serious consequences. Yes! It's now that I've found my headmaster unit, it's gonna be time for a little payback. Make that a whole lot of payback!

– Intruder alert, intruder alert!
– Positive identification confirmed. Form: decepticon; name: Megatron; little force has been --???--
– Wait! I mean you no harm.
– All decepticons mean harm. State your purpose.
– Why, isn't it obvious? I'm your prisoner, of course.
– My prisoner?
– After all, you are the allpowerful Omega Suprime, are you not?
– Yes. I am Omega Suprime.
– And, as you can clearly see, I am quite helpless.

– So, Megatron? How's your ingenious plan working so far?
– Ignore my diminutive colleague. You have clearly overpowered me, autobot, and it is your sworn duty to transport me back to Cybertron where I must face justice for my actions. As an autobot officer you must locate a space bridge immediately so that I may be fairly tried and punished for my crimes.
– You are correct, Megatron. Justice must be served. But locating a space bridge will not be necessary.

– So, what're we looking for here, again?
– It's called a plasma-dynamic thruster. It's the thing that generates the transwarp field that teleports you across the galaxy.
– This' it?
– Oh, hello. That's a retrieval picking generator.
– Huh.
– Did you... what're you doing? We need this, without retrieval picking you just warp around space randomly, catching whatever stray transwarp wave happen to be coming your way.
– Well, excuse me for not having space bridges on the processor 24\7. Hey... I think I found something.
– Just put it aside. And for the spark's sake, try to keep it in one piece.
– No problem, I've got it under control.
– Here, let me take a look... Hey, where'd you go? Huh? That you, little buddy?
– Not little, and definitely not your buddy.
– You!
– Ahhh, not cool!
– No!

– Ah, it's just so quiet around here without Sari. <...> Perhaps I should call her. But what could I say that would convince her to trust me again? Oh Sari, it's not like I withheld the truth out of spite, I was merely trying to protect you. That's what fathers do – protect their daughters. Hah, and now I'm talking to myself. Luckily no one's here to witness such foolishness.
– Hmm, interesting.

– You really should at least... try to talk with your father.
– He's not my father! He's my... assembler.
– Sari, I don't pretend to fully understand humans, but... from what I've seen, being a father is far more than a simple organic bond, it has much more to do with the... spark. With the heart.
– Oh man. What if he didn't give me a heart?
– You really ought to let me do an exploratory probe on your circuits.
– Back off! No way I'm letting you slice me open! I mean... I'm sure you were a great autobot – in your time. Waaay back then.

– It's all right, feel --???-(intact?)
– She can't feel a thing.
– Unfortunately she can't remember a thing either – thanks to that blast from my EMP generator. At least I don't have to worry about repeating that mistake. <...> Ah... Sir! Something just happened. I'm not exactly sure...
– I am. Let's move, transform and roll out, soldier.
– Sirs? I don't understand, what's going on? Where're you taking me?
– Welcome to project Omega.

– Any idea what's going on, Ratchet?
– What was that, Prime?
– I'm not getting any response from Bulkhead and Bumblebee.
– Probably just the carbon deposits blocking their signals. I'll head up to the mines and check it out. Care to join me?
– After I take care of a small... family matter.
<...>
– Sari, I think we should run out and get you some... human fuel. Yes. What say we to to the... Burger Bot?
– Oh, hello? Hello?
– It's your favourite, Sari. The Burger Bot, where we'll be for... the next hour or so. You know, Sari, you always are in a much better mood after you've eaten.
– Why is he telling me all the...
– ...listen to reason.
– Ohhh!
– ... it's a great place, the Burger Bot. you know, the one on the corner of Woodwort and Carefield.
– Thanks for the 4-1-1, limo. Next time you kick somebody out of your penthouse, you should check your phone for bugs.
– Well, I'd say we can be at the Burger Bot in about... 10 minutes. Of course if we were coming from Sumdac Tower ...
– OK, I get it, we're going to Burger Bot.
– ... we'd get there much sooner.
– So, you gonna turn into a truck or I'd have to walk?
– Ah, truck, truck, right. Sure!

– Ah! You set me up? I can't believe you set me up!
– Sari, please do not be angry with Optimus Prime, he's only trying to help.
– Mince burger? What did you, make it out of some spare parts you found lying on the parking lot?
– Vanilla shake? It is your favourite.
– If he thinks he can win me over with a vanilla shake, he can forget it. But I'll take it just to prove I'm still mad.
– I'm afraid I don't follow your logic.
– Can we go now?
– Please, Sari. I know you have no reason to trust me right now, but I love you and I miss you so much.
– Attention, Burger Bot diners! --???-- Snack's time over, noobs. Prepare for TOT – total owning time!