The approach to the planet, with it's richly organically alive blue-white surface wrapped in filmy clouds of vapour had been chaotic. There had barely been time since the emergence from transwarp to admire the planet or make sense of the myriad of primitive electromagnetic signals and radiation pouring off of the planet before the Decepticons had been at them, hammering them with all manner of weapons fire. 
The pilot of the Autobot vessel had done their level best, keeping the battle a moving affair. Weaving through and around the astronomical features of the system, and pulling out every well-learned and well-remembered trick in the book. They'd got some knocks in on the Decepticon ship to be sure, but in the end the hostile vessel had them outgunned and outweighed. 
Nonetheless, both ships had been heavily damaged as they'd arrived in orbit, and lacking in suitable control and timing, had been forced to make a barely controlled landing, heading for the area least built-up and with the most open space in the continental landmass below. 
Screaming through the planets' dense atmosphere, buffeted and thrown around like pebbles in a tin can along with the ship disintegrating and falling apart around them, many of the Autobots had been thrown off-line temporarily, or massively disoriented - and then the ship had hit the ground, travelling at many hundreds of miles an hour, the impact enough to do more damage.

Treadbolt had been luckier than some - in the upper decks of the ship, he'd only been merely smashed around at uncomfortable velocity, enough to leave his sensors whirling and trying to make sense of which way was up, before he detached himself from the rooms' fittings and regained his balance. 
The ship was eerily silent, but for the clicking and groaning of settling, cooling metal and the rattle of broken and smashed systems trying to return to some form of operation. 
Grimacing, the heavy soldier made his way to the door, half twisted out of its' frame by the warping of the ships' hull from the impact. 
Trying his internal comms - and relived to find them working - he sent out a message to his fellow Autobots. It was a simple enough one:
"Is anyone still alive?"