"The fuel dump?" Sandstrike repeated. His hands flailing in front of him, "When we hit this rock, our servo motors will be flatter than a cookie sheet!"
Red held the controls tight with all his strength, "Will you calm down, you're starting to talk like Rattrap."
The corvette's outer hull began to heat up as it began its reentry. The two bots were tossed from side to side. Red could no longer keep hold on the controls. He leapt from his seat and picked Sandstrike up by the back of his armor and ran to the escape pod.
The pod was a small round tube. Sandstrike looked at it, "There's no way I'm going in there!"
Red Convoy didn't have time, he transformed into this truck mode and said, "Get in, Sandstrike, we only have a little while to bail out."
Red Convoy's door opened Sandstrike hopped and the truck rolled into the escape pod. The door magna sealed behind it and shoot the pod out of the bottom of the corvette. It shot down towards the planet at an accelerating speed. The pod got clear of the corvette just as it was shot again by the Predacon ship.

The pod landed in a waste land area on Earth. Sandstrike woke up and saw Red Convoy sitting in front of him.
"We're online?" Sandstrike asked, stretching out his hands and twiddling his fingers.
"Yes, and very much functional." Red Convoy said, "And we've escaped Predacon detection. For the moment."
"Yeah, when the preds salvage the corvette, they'll see that one of the pods is missing." Sandstrike inputted, "So that means we have to get a move on."
"We only got two ways to go." Red Convoy said, "While you were offline, I surveyed the surrounding areas. Mountains to the North, desert to the South."

What do you do now?

	Trek to the desert
	Head toward the Mountains

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Story program written by Valerie Mates