Sandstike follows after Red Convoy as he runs to the cockpit of his corvette. Red Convoy sits down in the pilots seat. Sandstrike sits in the smaller seat beside the pilot.
"Better strap in, reptile." Red says and fires up his engines. The ship shakes as it takes off out of it's port. "We're in the Pred Security Zone, they don't care for any maximals." The corvette flew past the security towers, the spotlights flashed on and the autoguns targeted them.
"You sure this is the safest way to go?" Sanstrike asked, steadying himself in the seat. The ship rocked back and forth, avoiding blasts. One shot hit their shields and shook them up. Suddenly the shaking stopped and the flight eased.
"What happened?" Sandstrike asked, trying to look out the front view of the cockpit.
"We're out of Cybertron orbit. Destination . . . Earth." Red Convoy said.

What do you do now?

	Smooth sailing to Earth?
	Corvette engine trouble?

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Story program written by Valerie Mates