Cliffjumper sped down the corridor to the command center, screaming.
"THERE COMING!" he warned.
"Calm down soldier!" Ironhide replied, Cliffjumper stopping in his tracks and standing still in front of Ironhide, "Now, what are you yappin' 'bout Cliff'?" he asked.
"The Predacons! They're here!" Cliffjumper yelled back.
"The Predacons." Ironhide turned around to face Ratchet, who was piloting the ship alongside Wheeljack, "Close all the doors, and get your weapons ready."
"Yes sir!" both Autbots responded, climbing out of their seats and getting their weapons ready. Cliffjumper held his pistol up, trembling violently. There was a loud thud outside. Then, the Autobots heard odd sounds from the other side of the door. They were here. The Predacons banged on the door, roaring as they did.
Suddenly, the door gave out and flew off its hinges into Cliffjumper, instantly knocking him out, "FIRE!" Ironhide commanded. The Autobots immediately responded, firing their weapons at the Predacons. Though their attacks didn't penetrate the Predacons' tough metal skin. One of the Predacons-Razorclaw-pounced onto Ironhide, pinning him down. All the poor Autobot could do was scream as Razorclaw opened his jaw and positioned it to bite off his head. But Razorclaw stopped from the feeling of a bullet hitting his head. Razorclaw tilted his head up, Ratchet was standing their, his gun pointed at Razorclaw. Razorclaw roared as he pounced on top of Ratchet, slamming him against the control. The ship quickly moved forward, everyone flying backwards. Another Predacon-Rampage-jumped on Wheeljack, tearing one of his arms off. Wheeljack tried to fight back, but nothing he could do worked, and he was easily eaten by Rampage. Rampage moved on to Ratchet, him and Gnaw working together to rip him in half, each of them eating one half of Ratchet's dismembered body. Ironhide managed to crawl over to the controls. But they were destroyed. The ship was going to crash into Earth.
"Aw, scrap..." Ironhide mumbled. Suddenly, he was dragged downward by all three of the Predacons, who began to tear off bite-sized pieces of him, quickly swallowing them as soon as they entered their mouths. Cliffjumper just now woke up to the chilling sight of all his fellow Autobots, ripped to shreads, pools of Energon (their blood) scattered the ship along with some torn off limbs and bits. The first thing Cliffjumper thought of was to run, speeding immediately into the armory. It was dark, the only sound being breathing. But not his breathing. Cliffjumper switched on the flashlight on his pistol. Revealing three hungry Predacons, Headstrong, Divebomb and Tantrum. All Cliffjumper could do was let out one last scream as the three Predacons jumped on him, chomping on his flesh. Razorclaw, Rampage and Gnaw joined in on the feast, gulping down the last few pieces of Cliffjumper...