It takes some maneuvering, but Drift manages to pilot the little cargo craft free of the slavers' pursuit and land -- if a little ungracefully -- in a small valley surrounded by hills. They'd be harder to spot from the air if they keep to the shadows.

Drift kills the engine and leaps out of the cockpit, his feet touching the hull briefly before he nimbly jumps to the ground at the rear end of the craft. It seems like the Cybertronian is the only live cargo they'd loaded -- somehow, Drift is a little disappointed that he'd only manage to save one life.

But it's still a life, and one of a fellow Cybertronian. Drift pops open the hatch and sees the crate shoved inside, some kind of security interface on the front to prevent tampering. "Just hold on," Drift says to the prisoner inside, though he's not sure the other mech is even conscious. "I'm a friend -- I'm getting you out of here."

He drags the crate out of the cargo craft with some effort, stares at the security panel until he's deduced that it's not going to explode if he pokes it the wrong way, then draws one sword to slice the front of crate clean off. It's faster this way.