A summons isn't really necessary when you can hear Megatron's huge metal hooves stomping from all the way across the ship like a death knell. And to an old hand like Starscream, he knows immediately that it's not the sound of the usual confident, measured strides that his master normally walked about with. That was the sound of several tons of rage with a gun arm barreling its way toward him.

Starscream is still hovering around the storage bay of the ship when he hears it, organizing the meager amount of supplies they had collectively gathered. Panic seizes his spark and he practically drops the datapad he's using, entirely unsure of how to react. Does he face the threat head on? Does he try to hide and wait things out until Megatron has had a few minutes to collect himself? The conundrum has the normally jumpy mech positively wound up to snapping point, and he skitters back and forth across the room between the door and a conveniently inconspicuous corner like a nervous insect, unable to commit to a course of action.