"Causeway to Cybertron! Causeway to Cybertron! Mayday! Mayday! I'm going down!"
Causeway felt her optics widen when static answered. Panicking, she stumbled to reach the controls. Thinking quickly, she contacted the planet below her. "This is Causeway! I'm requesting permission to land on your planet! Please respond!"
"State your name and insigma," a stern and grumpy voice answered. "I already told you my name!" Causeway insisted. "I didn't catch it."
"Causeway! I'm an Autobot!" A silence followed her answer. "Hello? Are you there?"
"Causeway? Hang on! This is Optimus Prime. What is your condition?" Causeway smiled, but her glee disappeared as she remembered she was going to crash. "Um… Falling? Orion, I need a clearing. Can you see where I am?"
"Indeed. Ratchet will send a groundbridge directly under you. Prepare for impact."
"My whole ship?! Are you insane?!"
"Maybe. Just hang on."
Causeway sat back and buckled up, squeezing her optics shut. She prayed to Primus to forgive her sins, but it was only a waste. When she opened her optics again, she was not dead. She was in a well-lit room.
"Causeway. Open the door so we can enter."
Causeway did what she was told and sighed. She winced in pain. Looking down slowly, she saw a long gash on her side. The femme began to feel dizzy, and the next thing she knew, darkness engulfed her.
To Be Continued...
