Starscream was sulking quietly in a small forest on Earth. He was annoyed that he hadn't been able to defeat the Autobots.

"There's no way that those scrap-heaps won. I'm better than them!"

He quietly mumbled to himself, annoyed. The sun's light shined down, reflecting off of his maroon-colored chassis. His red optics narrowed with annoyance. He was almost annoyed to the point where his servos might overheat. He also remembered; he had to be careful, because there had been a bounty put on him, and he didn't want to get caught by any other Decepticons.