All in all, it was the usual day as far as the standard of this week went. Of course, that meant that Nightscream's console on the bridge was lit up red with alarms. Of course, she ignored most of them. It took all of her efforts to keep the really critical systems from appearing on that list. That was somewhat manageable when the Dreadnought was just trying to catch the autobot ship in it's way to earth while being fired upon, dodging and being impacted by asteroids and debris. That she could do.

The problem she was having right now though was the uncontrolled descent into Earth's atmosphere they found themselves in. Far from a controlled landing, Nightscream and whoever it was at the helm were trying to keep the Dreadnought in orbit. But after the last fight, their efforts were proving fruitless. When the communications between engineering and the bridge were severed, Nightscream has had enough. By now only she could keep the ship from crashing uncontrollably if she was to presume the controls on the bridge were out as well, but she was receiving no data from the outside.

There was only one choice. Slaving the controls to herself, the Fem'Con left her station, running towards the nearest airlock while issuing the order to prepare for crash landing everywhere her communications could still get through. She needed to keep the ship from pivoting in any direction, lest it would disintegrate in a blaze of fire. As she ran to the airlock, she nearly rammed into another Con that didn't seem to either receive her order or possess a flying alt mode. "Jump on if you want to live!" she offered as she transformed into her jet form, not giving him more than few seconds before she blasted out of the ship. Finally able to see where the ship was heading, she got completely immersed in crashing it with some degree of control instead of just letting it drop, completely forgetting to check if anyone was riding on her back. The console was still fortunately receiving commands form her, and she was able to use the maneuvering thrusters to keep the ship in more or less straight line.

In no more than a minute, the Dreadnought buried itself in the sand somewhere on Earth. Firing up her engines, she entered the cloud of dust, using her radar to find an entry point. Finally finding the entrance to the main hangar, she carefully approached: "Is anyone still alive?" she said using the loudspeakers as well as intercom to reach as far as she could.