"Ever since the incident with Tailgate, Arcee had been flying somewhat solo. She joined up with squadrons of Autobots here and there, but she mostly preffered to work alone. That day, the one that would plague many Autobot's minds for eons, Arcee had crossed paths with Bee and Cliff's squadron. They were attempting to hold back Decepticons from the capital, and were having mixed results. 

           Bee had fought his way to the top of one of Khaon's highest towers and had taken a position there, fighting con after con. Sparks flew. Had it not been for the next incident, it may have still haunted the Autobots as one of the costliest days in the entire war for Cybertron. However, it would be remembered differently, at least for several individuals, Bumblebee especially. 

           Prime's team merged with the squadrons, who flocked to the capital ceaselessly in a hopeless attempt to avoid it's capture. The battlefield was a mess. The skies filled with smoke and descending decepticon troops. It was a grim day indeed. 

           On top of on of Khaon's larger towers, Megatron picked his mark. He landed and pushed his way through his own troops to the young, bright yellow scout. With little effort, his seized the scout. 

           "What are the plans?" He hissed at Bumblebee, who refused to give up information. "What are the Autobot's plans! Where are the Autobot bases? Speak and I will spare your worthless spark!"

           "I will never talk!" Bumblebee declared, his brave words echoing over all of the battlefield. Several warriors looked up, beholding the scene and the Decepticon leader in silent horror. Megatron smiled crookedly, seizing the young scout by the throat and holding him up over the edge of the tower. The battle seemed to pause. Even the decepticons seemed to be holding their breaths. Their leader had seen little field action since the beginning of the war. To behold his might was astonishing and terrifying, even for those on his side.  

           "Is that so?" he asked, his twisted grin broadening. From the battlefield, Optimus became sick. He watched the brave scout hang over the battle. He struggled a little at first, but now he hung still, staring Megatron straight in the optics, a task which some of the hardiest and well-seasoned Autobot warriors hadn't been able to stomach. Optimus sickened more, and wondered hopelessly what had happened to Megatronus, his friend. He would have never harmed such an innocent young soul. 

           "Let's make it official," Megatron suggested menacingly. He thrust his servo forward and into the bot's neck. He was filled with pain, but he summoned all his willpower to not cry out. Megatron clenched his servo around the bot's  voicebox and ripped it from the bot's throat, crushing it in his clenched servo. He tossed the bot over the edge like a rag doll and he fell helplessly into the battle below. His voice box followed.