Arcee's made an attempt at being discreet on this planet, but with all this -- with the Alternian and the Forge and the Decepticons -- there's very little room for discretion left. Whatever she'd said to Legion, whatever she'd promised about keeping the local population out of the conflict -- this is getting bigger than that now. She didn't drag a priceless, unimaginably important artifact into the open for a feeding frenzy, and she knows the Decepticons aren't going to play nice. She wants to avoid a fight, but let's be real, she doesn't have high hopes for that at this point.

The squeal of tires cuts through the air as Arcee screeches to a halt at city hall, rapidly transforming before she's even stopped all the way. Her feet hit the ground running, optics blazing as they settle on the Forge, on Starscream -- on the Alternian. That's a face she's going to remember. But for now, she has way more pressing concerns.

"Not so fast, Starscream."