Speed

He ignited his engines and blasted through the atmosphere at full howling speed, gravity clawing at him until its last grip slid finally off his frame and he was driving away deep into the void, the shining cold grey disk of the moon ahead of him illuminated, a familiar and terrible beacon.

[...]

Tomorrow, he would ask Megatron to launch drones, to have Shockwave turn the deep-space scanners in the direction of Unicron’s advent. Even if Ironhide had failed, they would locate him, and bring Prime to destroy him in time.

[...]

He indulged himself sufficiently to fly back to Earth without warp, a long meditative flight with the stars gleaming cold around him. He did not expect much activity in the base today; Megatron had quietly cleared today’s duty roster after his announcement, obviously intending to give everyone much-needed time to recover. But as soon as Cyclonus reentered the atmosphere, a brief signal pinged him, calling him back: he was wanted.

He responded to say he was on the way, and accelerated; he felt a sudden eager urgency.