[Audio]
[There is a heavy clang and clatter of something massive striking the ground. There's silence for several minutes, except for the low whirr of what sounds like a computer processing. After some time, there's a groan, followed by the creak and grind of metal on metal.]
What...?
[The voice is low, grating and slightly accented. It sounds both pained and confused.]
What is this...? Where--
This... is not Egypt.
[More creaking and grinding, as a great weight is shoved upright.]
Autobots... This is Ironhide. Requesting location update... status update of surviving forces... Need... Ratchet. Chest is...
[He trails off into a muffled curse.]
What is the meaning of this...? Where is everyone! Autobots! Come in! Ratchet! Sideswipe! Answer me! Turn your comms back on, you bunch of scrap metals...!
Someone, come in!