It felt like he was being pulled apart and reassembled.
The human part of him screamed in agony; the robot part flashed warning signs.
He couldn't breathe; and when his system told him there was oxygen, a cloud of dust was there instead, choking him and making him cough on an infinite loop that was desperate to free his lungs.
Lights flashed and thunder crashed. The space bridge guardians aimed their firearms and if they had the capacity would have blinked.
"What the frag?" The purple one tilted his head to get a better look. The multi-colored one did not. He took aim and fired, but Dr. Arkeville had anticipated this. Four months in a cage over Soundwave's computer screen hid a minor blessing, after all.
It hit him, causing the metal in him to fritz and short and darken, but - again - this had been anticipated. The rocket boosters on his feet had been his secret project. They blasted loudly and rolled him past both nonplussed Decepticons like a Wiley Coyote cartoon.
His mechanical components were back online, giving him the ability to gauge when the bomb he'd left in the space bridge area would go off. Starscream and his associate had begun the chase and were far enough away to be unscathed by the explosion, unfortunately. True to Decepticon military protocol, they abandoned the worthless human for the more important equipment 'thermal event.'
"I'LL GET YOU LATER!" Starscream bellowed over the noise. Dr. Arkeville laughed.
Revenge would be HIS. Starscream could count on it.