TFA Silver Prime AU
SFW, Platonic, Hinted Familial, Cybertronian reader
TFA
Silver did not ask for any of this.
She did not ask to be promoted to Prime, nor did she ask to be sent on an old spaceship to oversee a spacebridge repair crew.
Magnus had told her the only reason she wasnât getting her âactualâ team and âactualâ work was because they were still testing the new recruits and any available bot for the position was out on leave.
Besides, as the Autobot leader pointed out, some of the new spacebridge crews were getting attack by space pirates, having a Prime with them would decrease the chances of attacks.
It didnât make much sense to her, but she didnât care too much.
All she needed to do was make sure these repair bots made it to their destination and back without going offline.
She could do that.
Silver Prime walks in stride into the hull, fully prepared to bring in her âPrimeâ voice and stature. She enters the ship and notices a few frames coming into view, closing her optics for a moment she starts. Silver Prime: âGreetings, I will be your protection for the duration of the voyage. You may address me asââ Ratchet: âSilver Aid?â Silverâs optics snap open and immediately fall on her old medical instructor. Her frame loosens just a bit as a small smile creeps onto her face. Silver Prime: âThat was my old name. I go by Silver Prime now⌠it is good to see you though doctor.â The field tech raised an optic as he noticed the slight frame upgrades his former student had gotten since the last time they had seen each other. Ratchet: âYou became a Prime?â She nodded. Silver Prime: âItâs in the name, no?â Bumblebee: âWait really? Whatâs a Prime doing here?â Bulkhead: âHopefully sheâs nice?â Silver overheard these two whispers. Silver Prime: âIâm just here to make sure that you all make it back home alive. And as long as no one does anything out of line, there will be no trouble here. Any questions?â Bulkhead raised his servo. Silver Prime: âYes?â Bulkhead: âCan we also call you Silver Aid?â Silver Prime: âNo.â Bumblebee: âButââ Ratchet: âYou heard Silver Aid, kid.â Bumblebee: âWhy can he say it!?â
Trouble started as soon as the ship was out of Cybertronâs reach.
From dealing with some of the younger crewâs shenanigans to gaining a new crew member they found in the middle of nowhere; Silver was slowly losing whatever patience she had from the start of this whole thing.
But she couldnât lose focus.
It was just her job to make sure that everyone made it back to the planet alive, that included any bot they found along the way.
It wasnât too bad being with this rag tag group of repair bots.
The first bot that made this whole thing much more bearable was her old mentor, Ratchet.
His presence brought a bit of nostalgia.
It felt a bit like back in her days in the Academy, having him teach her the best ways to patch a bot and how to fix a loose servo with a wire and a paperclip.
Much easier times back then.
Did he ask some questions?
Yes, he did.
Did she avoid most of the questions relating to why she became a Prime and how life was overall?
Also, yes.
Silver Prime was looking over some old war videos. Ratchet: âStill watching those videos Silver Aid?â She playfully rolled her optics. Silver Prime: âIts Prime now, Ratchet. Itâs just one word changed.â Ratchet smiles a bit. Ratchet: âI know.â He sighs a bit. Ratchet: âTo think that the kid that walked into my clinic to sock one of my other students for bullying one of her friends would be a Prime. Time sure has gone by, kid.â Silver looks out the window. Silver Prime: âIt sure doesâŚâ Ratchet looks at his former student. Her optics look older and worn. What happened during those years gone?
Prowl, being the latest addition to the crew, was the hardest to connect with.
The Prime did her best to make sure that he was included in any activity the crew had.
She didnât need to, but she wanted to.
There was a lot of retaliation from the ninja bot the first few days.
He was constantly avoiding her and purposely running off whenever she tried to put in some sort of order.
He was stubborn.
Too bad, Silver was just as stubborn.
It would be a couple more days before Prowl started mellowing out a bit.
Silver spots Prowl staring at the window. She carefully knocks on the wall to catch his attention. He jumps a bit before frowning. Prowl: âWere you spying on me?â Silver Prime: âWouldnât dream of it. But I do need your help down in the bay.â The Prime could practically feel the optic roll the smaller bot was doing behind his visor. He walks over grumbling a bit. Prowl: âWhat could you possibly need from me that the others couldnât?â Silver follows behind him. Silver Prime: âI just figured that someone who preaches heavily on focus would like a task with that in mind.â There is more grumbling, but Silver spots the smallest ease in the mechs armor.
Bumblebee and Bulkhead were a special case.
Not only were these two the youngest of the bunch, but they were unfocused and clumsy.
In a way, Silver understood them.
They still had a spark in their optics in wanting to help others without the pain it carried.
She would make sure that it stayed that way.
Bulkhead was a gently giant.
Defiantly the clumsier one of the duo, but he meant well.
Silver had patience for the mech.
Bumblebee, however, was trying her patience in almost every way he could think of.
Not only was he the most hyperactive one of the duo, but he had an ego as well.
Definitely did not remind her of anyone she knew ofâŚ
He was more leaned into action than plans as well.
These were just new challenges that the Prime was going to have to tackle on her stay here.
Bulkhead had his wrecking ball stuck in a rock again. Bumblebee was trying to help with his stingers but wasnât doing too well. Bumblebee: âHow did you get it stuck in the rock again!â Bulkhead: âI think I tripped.â Bumblebee: âI know you tripped. You tripped on me!â Bulkhead: âWell you asked!â Silver Prime walks over and looks at the scene in front of her. She knew what to do. Silver Prime: âBumblebee, step aside for a moment.â The smaller yellow bot looks at her before stepping aside. Silver brandished her axe, tilted it to an angle and swung once against the rock. The rock exploded on impact. The smaller yellow bot yelped as the rocks started coming at him but was pulled behind the Prime just in time. Bulkhead fell backwards. The Prime put away her axe and offered Bulkhead her servo. Silver Prime: âNeed some help?â Bulkhead: âI donât think you can help withâEEP!â The Prime grabbed his servo and with a small shock, she managed to pull the green bot to his pedes. Bulkhead and Bumblebee both looked shocked. Silver just wiped her servos on her sides to get rid of the remaining dust. Bumblebee: âWhâwhoâHow?!â Bulkhead: âWhat he said!â Silver chuckled a bit. Silver Prime: âRemember, as a Prime, Iâm going to have some surprises here and there.â
The time guarding and being the repair crewâs unofficial leader was peaceful.
Other than the occasional hick-up, everything was fine.
The something that did not last long once the ship landed to repair a spacebridge and Decepticons were spotted on the shipâs radar.
One of the biggest Con ships ever seen since the early days of the war.
But that wasnât the worst of it.
The worst news was finding out that The Megatron was trying to enter the ship to get whatever was glowing in the cargo hold.
Megatron manages to enter the ship. Megatron: âFinally, now to find out where the Allspark isââ SMACK! A pede slammed into his face. Silver Prime has her mask on and axe brandished. Megatron: âWhat in theââ SMACK! He is caught guard again at the utter audacity this bot has to roundhouse kick him again. Silver Prime: âGET THE PITS OFF MY SHIP!â
Silver immediately started swinging the second the warlord became a threat to her crew.
She promised she was going to make sure they made it back home alive and itâs a promise she intends to keep.
She refuses to lose anyone else on her watchâŚ
Thanks to some awkward teamwork from the others, Silver manages to get Megatron to an open door leading to the atmosphere of the green/blue planet below.
The bot wasted no time in making sure to put all her strength in the kick that sent the warlord spiraling and burning down below.
Just enough time to drag everyone else into their stasis pods and pray that everything worked out when their ship crashed into the lake.
A couple of years passed by quickly in the pods.
And thanks to a series of unfortunate events involving little Earth girl, a kaiju roach, Starscream exploding, and Silver meeting the Well for all of 5 seconds, the team was now the cityâs heroes.
It was a bit of an adjustment all things considered, but Sari did make things a bit easier.
The sweet girl was eager to help the bots in any way she could.
Sari: âWAIT! YOU HAVE SUPERPOWERS!?â Silver Prime: âWhat?â Sari: âRatchet just said you can copy other bots things! You have actual powers!â Silver bashfully scratches the back of her helm. Silver Prime: âItâs just an outlier--â Bumblebee gasps dramatically before pointing a digit at her. Bumblebee: âYouâre an outlier and you never told us!? For shame Boss Bot! For shame!â She raises an optic. Silver Prime: âFor shame?â She looked over at a slightly sweating Prowl. At least she knew where Bumblebee used that kind of wording. Bulkhead: âCan you show us?â Bumblebee and Sari: âPLEASE!â Ratchet walks a bit into the growing circle. Ratchet: âHey now, if Silver Aidââ Silver Prime: âSilver Prime, Ratchet.â Ratchet: âYouâll be âSilver Aidâ until the day you surpass me.â Silver just sighs and lets him continue. Ratchet: âAs I was saying, itâs her choice if she wants to show her outlier powers. There will be no forcing on my watch.â The message was received. The Prime puts a servo on the field techs shoulder. Silver Prime: âThanks Ratchet.â Ratchet waves her servo off. Ratchet: âItâs nothing kid. Just donât give into the young bots optics too quickly.â She laughs a bit. Silver Prime: âIâll keep that in mind.â Bumblebee: âWait a secondâTHATâS HOW YOU PULLED BULKHEAD OFF THE GROUND!â Silver Prime: âItâs more complicated than that.â Prowl: âSo, you do admit on using your powers and not telling us?â Ratchet: âWill you kidsâwait you picked up Bulkhead?â Silver Prime: âSo much for a peaceful afternoonâŚâ














