After the whole thing with the Predacons, Arcee had thought all Predacons except Predaking, Skylynx, and Darksteel were dead.

Or so she thought.

She was told that an unusual energon spike had been picked up somewhere in the middle of Tennessee. She didn’t mind the environment. But.. eugh. The humidity is terrible in the warmer months. Primus forbid the bad storms.

She exited the groundbridge portal, and transformed into her Cybertronian mode. Looking around. He entered a national park called “Standing Stone National Park”. Neat.

"Hm.. wonder where an energon reading could come from a quiet place like this?" She mumbled to herself. She walked around—quietly, too. In case any humans were nearby—and her senses were high.

She encountered a river after an hour of searching the forest, the river’s water flowing down the path. As nature intended. She always found rivers to be good sounds for sleeping. She was just about tell Ratchet that it was a false alarm, until she heard a low grumble. You.

"What the-“ Before her stood a lone Predacon. It’s form looming over her thin frame. You swallowed what looked to be a Vehicon arm. It looked like that Decepticon patrol—and you—were the energon spike.

Oh, fuck.