"What the...!?" Jetfire whirls toward the sound, hearing Arcee gasp beside him as she looks through the door.

Inside the room, a menacing black figure stands and lifts a hand, but Jetfire only half notices this as his gun springs into his own hand, blazing. But then it's torn from him with a jerk.

"I would be delighted if you would join us." The voice is emotionless, like something from a dead machine.