The wind tore past them, metal wings slicing through the clouds as Starscream’s jet form leaned dangerously close to yours. “Hold your line, dear!” he barked, a manic grin twisting his face. “We’re not here to sightsee!”

You, stabilizing constantly because of the drafts that the hurricane produced, tried to match his erratic maneuvers. “I am holding it! You’re the one zigzagging like a squirrel on rocket fuel!”

Starscream laughed, the sound sharp and metallic. “Squirrel? Ha! I am becoming this storms master! The skies bend to my will! You—” He abruptly looped, flipping upside down, and went out of view. “—you are merely my humble apprentice in aerial domination!” he called out mockingly over the comms.