The two decepticons broke apart at the sound of canon fire. 
" Great," Blitzwing growled out, " Now look. We've got company." 
" Shut up," the other hissed, lifting a canon and firing off a round in the direction of the approaching squad. 

Clutch went still at the sound of canon fire, the hiss and whir of plasma burning through the air. She began trying to adjust the signal of her pod. Her fingers tapped half wildly against the keys and the sirens stopped after a moment, and then the lights stopped flashing. That was something at least. There were no defense protocalls for these things. The pods were designed to get you into the atmosphere or out of danger quickly. 

She could hear the cons returning fire and she began to hastily try to set things into a self destruct mode. To hell if she was going to let them get hold of her. She knew the sort of things Con's did. She tried the COMS. There was no reply from Optimus. Clutch felt something that could have been worry stir in her tanks as she continued trying to figure something out. If she got out there would be no chance in hell she'd be able to get away fast enough, not with the damage the cons had already dealt her. She'd bleed out before she got very far at all.