His escape pod is covered in seconds, blanketed in blue snow that muffles his electromagnetic signals as well as any noise from outside. It might be the saving of him now, though he has no way of knowing whether his pursuers are directly above him or if they've already broken off pursuit.

He rather doubts that last - he's a high-value target, after all. Optimus lays back and tries to calm his racing processor threads. There's nothing he can do now but wait, cocooned in layers of blue.