Haven groaned, reaching out with her servo to grasp Mirage's. He squeezed back, and she let out a sigh of relief, almost a laugh. Error messages popped up, and she shoved them aside, reaching forward towards the console. It sparked, bouncing off the box that was held securely in her partners grip. The trip through the portal was standard, but the Tracker had thrown of their ship's trajectory, and instead of the smooth landing they had been anticipating, it had gotten bumpy. The tracker had been thrown off during the crash, and she could only hope that that was that.
But she knew it wasn't.
The screech of metal being torn startled her, and she began to panic.
"Mirage, we need to go." Pulling herself from her seat, the noble starting to drag him out of the passenger's chair. Energon dripped from the side of his helm as he stumbled, and she felt conflicted.
All Guardians were taught that the disc's and the seer were their priorities, that they couldn't risk helping their companions. That if they had to choose between their duties or their family, what they would have to choose.
It was the easiest and quickest decision she's ever made.
Acting quickly, she grabbed the box and shoved Mirage down, running as fast as she could out of the ship.
The Tracker roared.