Greetings people of FF! My first OC story. It'll probably suck big-time -_-

The ship consisted of a five-bot team; four Autobots and one Neutral. The cruiser was relatively small compared to any Decepticon warship. And that's where the problem started in the first place: engines 3 and 5 were busted from enemy fire, causing the spacecraft to fall apart. The controls were useless, seeing how nothing could be fixed and the Autobot ship cannot be steered away from the asteroid belt, effectively pelting violently across the hull and sides. Rendered useless, the craft was now tumbling wildly through space toward a familiar blue and partially green planet named Earth.

Prowl, esteemed tactician and infamous second-in-command of the Autobot forces, had ordered his team to the bottom deck where the stasis pods were located. Crashing on the strange world was imminent and stasis was the only to ensure protection from major injuries. Nightdrift did not always obey orders, though, including this one.

Shouting from the door to the control deck, "Nightdrift, get below into the stasis pod now!" Prowl needed to secure his team before himself.

"You go! I'm trying to save our afts!" the femme replied, returning to the feeble attempt at repairing the bridge controls. The task was difficult especially with most of the ship falling to pieces and getting knocked around like a ragdoll.

Prowl didn't waste time arguing, instead following her advice and booked it to his intended destination. The door-winged mech just made it in the nick of time before the Ark hurled onto Earth's surface, forcing Nightdrift to hit her head putting her into unintended stasis and leaving a vast line showing evidence of the crash.

Autobot Outpost Omega-1'systems blared loudly, jousting all inhabitants from shutdown, or in the humans' case, sleeping. Ratchet grouchily approached the computer silencing the alarm while everyone came up behind him with annoyed expressions, aside from Optimus Prime.

"Aw, don't the 'Cons ever recharge?" Bulkhead complained.

"Geez, Bulk, keep it down, will ya? You're giving me a headache." Miko groaned holding her head.

"Ratchet, old friend, what is the situation?" Optimus gently asked, though anyone could detect the lace of sleepiness.

"Do you have to talk so loud?!" said medic hissed to pretty much everyone in the room. Directing his attention to the monitor, he realized why he interrupted from his 'beauty sleep'. A sudden smile crossed his features, "By the All-Spark! It's an Autobot identification beacon! More of us have landed on earth." It seemed all previous tiredness has been forgotten in a flash.

"They sent a distress signal, guys. It's possible they crashed." Raf stated. He is correct. Before the impact, Nightdrift sent a message to Autobots requesting assistance.

"We cannot risk our enemies detecting such a signal and thus cannot have our allies becoming prisoners aboard the Nemesis." Optimus declared, "Ratchet, prepare the medical bay. Bumblebee, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack: prepare to roll out." All four bots stood at attention when their names were called and transformed at the order given. Ratchet entered the coordinates of the Ark into the computer and a second later the ground-bridge swirled open.

Once his team has driven though the vortex, Optimus transformed himself and followed suit, leaving Ratchet to gather his tools and humans on the balcony by the elevator anxiously waiting for the return of their guardians and the sight of more Autobots to befriend.

Sorry it's short. This is just a warm-up. Anyone wanna guess who's part of Prowl's team beside himself and Nightdrift? :D