As soon as he stepped through the portal, Ravage knew something was wrong; the ground immediately vanished from beneath his feet, and air was shrieking past his face at an incredible speed as he realized that he was plummeting through the air.
The jaguar let out an alarmed yowl as he fell, tumbling end over end as his feline components attempted to restore his balance. Midway through one tumble, he finally noticed his ultimate destination; a rapidly expanding field of endless blue, pocked here and there by near-microscopic flecks of grit.
The Decepticon knew what this was. He had seen Earth's ocean plenty of times during the Great War—inevitable, considering that Megatron had elected to construct his secret base under the sea—but rarely had he ever approached it from this angle, and at this speed.
Ravage had time to mutter, "Oh, slag," before he struck the ocean's surface and plunged almost forty meters straight down.
A short distance away, the singer known as Ecco fell into the sea's cool embrace with dismay.
He could not understand what had just happened; where was his pod? The Shelled Ones, the Stinging Jellies, the Bigger Singers, the Hungry Ones...where had they all gone, and how did they disappear so quickly?
He sang in dismay, but his echoes showed nothing, and no Singer responded to his melody with their own. He was alone.
So very alone.
So completely, utterly and inescapably alone.
He sang a plaintive cry, hoping against hope that someone—anyone
—would hear it and answer. Instead, an echo returned to him...and the young Singer squawked in puzzlement at the odd shape of...whatever it might be.
Perhaps it knows what has happened to my pod,
His mind made up, the young dolphin rose to take a deep breath of air and dived in pursuit of the Sinking Thing.