The Ark soared through the vast reaches of space, its crew vigilant even as Cybertron's war seemed lightyears behind them. Optimus Prime, the stalwart leader of the Autobots, stood near the central console, his optics scanning reports as Prowl explained their current trajectory.
"We're still on course for the Nebulon system," Prowl stated, his tone calm but precise. "No signs of Decepticon activity in this sector."
"Good," Optimus replied. "But we can never let our guard down. The Decepticons thrive on surprise."
Meanwhile, Bumblebee and Jazz shared a lighthearted conversation near the communications array.
"You'd think we'd get a breather, but no," Bumblebee chuckled. "Galvatron's probably scheming another ambush as we speak."
"That's the Decepticon way, little buddy," Jazz replied, flashing a grin. "Chaos and destruction are all they know."
Their banter was interrupted by a sharp alarm. Ratchet, monitoring sensors, turned with a grim expression.
"We've got a spatial anomaly forming dead ahead," Ratchet announced.
"Anomaly?" Optimus stepped closer to the monitor. The screen displayed a swirling vortex of energy, rippling with unstable power. "Bridge the anomaly to Teletraan-1. I want a full analysis."
Teletraan-1 processed the data, its synthesized voice confirming the danger. "Unstable dimensional rift detected. Probability of collision with alternate reality: 98%."
Before Optimus could issue a command, the Ark's systems groaned under the strain of gravitational forces. The vortex pulled them in, and despite their efforts to reverse course, the Autobot ship was swallowed whole.