"Is that a promise, Starscream?" Arcee's fingers curl tighter around the fistful of Starscream's shirt she's holding onto, her eyes blazing. She doesn't look intimidated -- if anything, his taunting is only fueling the furnace of righteous anger she's been struggling to contain for days now. It's not just what Megatron's done, although even that would have been enough. But the fact that Starscream has the nerve to taunt her, to sneer in her face -- the fact that she'd owed him payback for a long, long time now...

"It had better be," she continues, all but snarling the words in low, measured tones. Her eyes are locked on his, dangerously intent. "Because if you don't, Starscream -- if there's even a shred of light left in my spark -- I'm coming for you. And once I'm through with you -- once you've gotten what you deserve -- Megatron's next in line. I'm going to say this one more time, so I know you hear me: I am taking back the Matrix, and if you think you can stop me, you're in for a nasty surprise."