#silver aid

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 wasn’t getting her ‘actual’ team and ‘actual’ 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 didn’t make much sense to her, but she didn’t 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 ‘Prime’ 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: “Greetings, I will be your protection for the duration of the voyage. You may address me as—” Ratchet: “Silver Aid?” Silver’s 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: “That was my old name. I go by Silver Prime now… it is good to see you though doctor.” 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: “You became a Prime?” She nodded. Silver Prime: “It’s in the name, no?” Bumblebee: “Wait really? What’s a Prime doing here?” Bulkhead: “Hopefully she’s nice?” Silver overheard these two whispers. Silver Prime: “I’m 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?” Bulkhead raised his servo. Silver Prime: “Yes?” Bulkhead: “Can we also call you Silver Aid?” Silver Prime: “No.” Bumblebee: “But—” Ratchet: “You heard Silver Aid, kid.” Bumblebee: “Why can he say it!?”

Trouble started as soon as the ship was out of Cybertron’s reach.

From dealing with some of the younger crew’s 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t 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: “Still watching those videos Silver Aid?” She playfully rolled her optics. Silver Prime: “Its Prime now, Ratchet. It’s just one word changed.” Ratchet smiles a bit. Ratchet: “I know.” He sighs a bit. Ratchet: “To 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.” Silver looks out the window. Silver Prime: “It sure does…” 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 didn’t 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: “Were you spying on me?” Silver Prime: “Wouldn’t dream of it. But I do need your help down in the bay.” The Prime could practically feel the optic roll the smaller bot was doing behind his visor. He walks over grumbling a bit. Prowl: “What could you possibly need from me that the others couldn’t?” Silver follows behind him. Silver Prime: “I just figured that someone who preaches heavily on focus would like a task with that in mind.” 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 of…

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 wasn’t doing too well. Bumblebee: “How did you get it stuck in the rock again!” Bulkhead: “I think I tripped.” Bumblebee: “I know you tripped. You tripped on me!” Bulkhead: “Well you asked!” Silver Prime walks over and looks at the scene in front of her. She knew what to do. Silver Prime: “Bumblebee, step aside for a moment.” 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: “Need some help?” Bulkhead: “I don’t think you can help with—EEP!” 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: “Wh—who—How?!” Bulkhead: “What he said!” Silver chuckled a bit. Silver Prime: “Remember, as a Prime, I’m going to have some surprises here and there.”

The time guarding and being the repair crew’s 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 ship’s radar.

One of the biggest Con ships ever seen since the early days of the war.

But that wasn’t 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: “Finally, now to find out where the Allspark is—” SMACK! A pede slammed into his face. Silver Prime has her mask on and axe brandished. Megatron: “What in the—” SMACK! He is caught guard again at the utter audacity this bot has to roundhouse kick him again. Silver Prime: “GET THE PITS OFF MY SHIP!”

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 it’s a promise she intends to keep.

She refuses to lose anyone else on her watch…

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 city’s 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: “WAIT! YOU HAVE SUPERPOWERS!?” Silver Prime: “What?” Sari: “Ratchet just said you can copy other bots things! You have actual powers!” Silver bashfully scratches the back of her helm. Silver Prime: “It’s just an outlier--” Bumblebee gasps dramatically before pointing a digit at her. Bumblebee: “You’re an outlier and you never told us!? For shame Boss Bot! For shame!” She raises an optic. Silver Prime: “For shame?” She looked over at a slightly sweating Prowl. At least she knew where Bumblebee used that kind of wording. Bulkhead: “Can you show us?” Bumblebee and Sari: “PLEASE!” Ratchet walks a bit into the growing circle. Ratchet: “Hey now, if Silver Aid—” Silver Prime: “Silver Prime, Ratchet.” Ratchet: “You’ll be ‘Silver Aid’ until the day you surpass me.” Silver just sighs and lets him continue. Ratchet: “As I was saying, it’s her choice if she wants to show her outlier powers. There will be no forcing on my watch.” The message was received. The Prime puts a servo on the field techs shoulder. Silver Prime: “Thanks Ratchet.” Ratchet waves her servo off. Ratchet: “It’s nothing kid. Just don’t give into the young bots optics too quickly.” She laughs a bit. Silver Prime: “I’ll keep that in mind.” Bumblebee: “Wait a second—THAT’S HOW YOU PULLED BULKHEAD OFF THE GROUND!” Silver Prime: “It’s more complicated than that.” Prowl: “So, you do admit on using your powers and not telling us?” Ratchet: “Will you kids—wait you picked up Bulkhead?” Silver Prime: “So much for a peaceful afternoon…”

The younglings had been adopted by the Decepticon warlord Megatron when they were helpless sparklings.

As far as they were told, he had found them in a crate on some abandoned asteroid.

Not that those details really mattered now.

They were living lives with the greatest, and slightly dysfunctional, family they could have asked for!

But first, we introduce everyone from eldest to youngest.

Ophelia

Megatron’s eldest daughter and smallest of the bunch.

Something that was a bit strange considering who as a sparkling, she was the biggest one.

It was even more of a surprise when they found out she was a minibot.

It did not ease most of the Con’s minds that anyone could step on her, even when she would be older.

It certainly didn’t ease Megatron’s mind one bit.

Megatron was sitting on his throne with Ophelia sleeping soundly on his chassis. Blitzwing, Starscream and Lugnut come in. The other three sparklings were happily napping in the giant sling around Lugnut’s chassis. Bliztwing: “Lord Megatron.” Megatron: “Blitzwing what is this?” Lugnut: “With all due respect glorious leader—” Starscream: “This is an intervention. You swore to stop carrying Ophelia around.” Megatron: “What I can and cannot do with my daughter is none of your concern.” Lugnut: “Please my liege, she needs to walk more.” Megatron: “And have her get stepped on? Not a chance.” Blitzwing: “Megatron please reconsider—” The warlord stood up, making sure to have a servo steadying the sparkling. Megatron: “We will be taking our leave.” Ophelia, now wide awake, slowly waved at them. Starscream: “This is pathetic.” Blitzwing groaned with all three faces. Lugnut simply patted the sleeping sparklings on their helms. He loved his job!

Having Ophelia fight in any battlefield was out of the question.

Yes, she did get training, but that was only to be used for emergencies.

After all, she ended up finding her place in the medbay once Silver Aid came into the fold.

The minibot loved being the doctor’s assistant and making sure her family was patched up.

Speaking of her family, Ophelia loved her siblings to bits… but they needed to stop man handling her and tossing her around like nothing.

Ophelia was walking down the hallway went someone snatched her from behind. Ophelia: “Who in the—Oberon?! What are you—” Oberon: “Can’t talk right now, sibling emergency!” The taller con further tucked the minibot under his arm and continued running. Ophelia asked no questions as he skidded in front of Tarn’s room and kicked down his door. Tarn was sitting on his berth with Ironhold standing nearby. Both jumped. Tarn: “Oberon?” Oberon raised Ophelia above his helm. Oberon: “Whoever has the toughest day gets the minibot.” Ophelia said nothing and accepted her fate as Tarn eagerly made grabby servos and started hugging the life out of her.

Tarn

Megatron’s eldest son and second tallest of the bunch.

Despite being the largest in terms of size and wore a battle mask of the very Decepticon insignia, was possibly the brightest and most optimistic of them all.

Certainly, tied with Oberon for being the most extroverted.

As a sparkling, Tarn had been one of the smallest sparklings found and stayed the smallest for a while.

That was until he had a sudden and rapid growth spurt.

Oberon: “Oh this is a load of scrap metal!” Most of the adults walk into the room after hearing the yelling. Megatron: “Oberon what is the…” Lugnut: “Oh!” Blitzwing: “Look at you!” Starscream: “How!?” Silver Aid: “I have so many questions…” They see the kids in there staring at a now very big and tall Tarn. He had to be about the same size as Megatron. No, he was slouching a bit, he had to be taller than what they were seeing. Oberon: “See! What did you do!?” Tarn: “I did nothing! I just woke up like this!” Oberon: “Oh yeah and Ironhold will get conjunxed in the future.” Ironhold: “I’ve literally said nothing, why am I getting hit?” Ophelia just sighed from her spot on Tarn’s helm, patting his helm in reassurance. Ophelia: “Welcome to the club ‘Hold.”

But his sudden growth was not the only surprising thing that developed seemingly overnight.

He had developed an outlier power.

Tarn now had the ability to manipulate technology and shut it down.

He was very excited to use his new powers when he found out about them.

That was until they accidentally short circuited Ironhold’s servo on accident.

The Con refused to touch or be anywhere near his family for a while.

That was until a certain techno organic found out.

Silver Aid: “Tarn?” She moved towards him. The youngling started to panic. Tarn: “Wait! Silver don’t!” She gently started wrapping her arms around him, ignoring the sudden sparks flying. His optics were filling fast with fear. Tarn: “Silver please! I could hurt you! You’re a techno organic; we don’t know what I could do to your systems!” Silver didn’t care. Her ‘little’ boy was terrified and needed a hug… besides she had a plan. The hug finally happened. There was no screaming. No power down bots. Just a mother hugging her scared son. Tarn blinked before looking down at her. Tarn: “What? How?” Silver chuckled before pulling away from the hug and gestured the ‘legs’ on her shoulder. Silver Aid: “I think you forgot that you aren’t the only outlier on this ship.” She gives one more reassuring servo squeeze. Silver Aid: “We just need some practice and then you’ll be running around like nothing ever happened.” Tarn went quite for a few seconds before pulling his mother back into a hug. Tarn: “Thank you…”

Oberon Pollux

Megatron’s youngest son and second shortest of the group.

He was Tarn’s unofficial ‘partner in crime’ and the comedic relief.

Oberon was the second shortest of the group, but only in the sense that he was shorter than his older siblings.

He was leagues taller than Ophelia and just managed to become the same height as his father.

Oberon looked down at Ophelia with a smug look on his face. Oberon: “How’s the weather down there?” Ophelia: “Not in the mood Oberon.” Oberon: “Oh c’mon! When did you get such a bore? What crawled up your tailpipe and offlined?” Ophelia: “Oberon I am really not in the mood. This is your final warning.” Oberon laughed. Oberon: “I’d like to see you try.” A few minutes later… Ironhold ran into Tarn’s room. Ironhold: “Oberon and Ophelia are fighting!” Tarn: “What!?” Ironhold: “I know, you need to use your powers to stop one of them.” Tarn: “Yeah… after we see most of the fight.” Ironhold: “Tarn…” Tarn: “C’mon ‘Hold, just let them get a bit of that aggression out of their system. When was the last time you saw Ophelia actually fight?” Ironhold: “… If Silver Aid sees this, you’re explaining this.” Tarn: “Sure. Also betting 20 shannix that Ophelia wins.” Ironhold: “15 if Oberon manages to pin her down more than a minute.”

Oberon loved his siblings, really.

But he had a bit of fun with Ophelia being so small.

She had been the biggest for so long, it was almost liberating to be this tall and without having to worry about his sister looking down at him.

Instead, she had to look up at him for everything!

Did he take some things a bit too far?

Yeah, just a bit sometimes.

But he always made sure to make up for it in the end.

Oberon: “Umm, Lugnut I need your help.” Lugnut and Blitzwing look over at the youngling. There was guilt clear on his faceplate. Blitzwing: Oberon…” Lugnut: “What happened?” Oberon: “It was an accident!” Blitzwing: “That does not sound good.” Lugnut: “I’m sure that whatever you did cannot be too bad.” Oberon: “Well…” Megatron walked into the room with Starscream and Silver Aid. All three of them looked serious. Oh no… Megatron: “Oberon Pollux, do you care to explain why your eldest sister is currently stuck on the ceiling?” Oberon: “…In my defense, I told her I could throw her high enough to touch the ceiling.” Ironhold from the outside: “That doesn’t mean punt her into it bolt for brains!” Oberon: “I’m not taking advice from someone who doesn’t know the difference between an earth chicken and a rooster!” Later… Ophelia was getting a new paintjob down by Oberon. Oberon: “What’s after this?” Ophelia: “After this you’re helping me reorganize the files on the main console.” He groaned. Ophelia: “That’s what you get for punting me into the ceiling.” Oberon: “Yeah, yeah…”

Ironhold

Megatron’s youngest and the tallest of the group.

Ironhold was the smallest sparkling when Megatron found them all.

Everyone had been a bit nervous when handling them.

They were too fragile and it seemed that a sneeze would be enough to send them flying.

So, imagine the surprise from everyone when Ironhold had their growth spurt.

Growing a helm taller than their father.

Megatron and Ophelia took this sudden growth spurt the hardest.

Ophelia: “They used to be so small…” Megatron: “And now…” Ophelia: “I saw them hit their helm on the doorframe twice today.” Megatron suddenly held Ophelia in both servos. Megatron: “You will not grow any bigger than this.” Ophelia: “I’m pretty sure that isn’t—” Megatron: “Promise your father!” Ophelia: “Ironhold he’s doing it again!” Ironhold was trying to pry the minibot out of the warlord’s servos. Ironhold: “LET HER GO!” Megatron: “SHE HASN’T PROMISED YET!”

Given their new frame build, Ironhold soon found themselves in the role of the family protector.

And second mediator.

It was way easier to hold two siblings in each arm like hissy kittens.

Even while being the family shield, Ironhold absolutely enjoyed being ‘babied’ by her family.

Ironhold was buried under a pile of their siblings. They felt completely at peace. Ophelia was snoozing on their helm while Oberon and Tarn had them sandwiched in the middle. It was perfect. BUMP! Ironhold tried looking up but Ophelia’s servo covered their optics. Maybe it was nohing. BUMP! BUMP! Nope. The noise finally got the attention of the others. Ironhold stood in front of them. Tarn and Oberon flanked their sides while Ophelia was in the middle. Ironhold: “On my mark… 3… 2… 1… GO!” Ironhold kicked down the door and all the kids blasters were pointed… at Silver Aid and Megatron. The weapons were put down. Ironhold: “Umm…” Silver Aid was tossed over the warlord’s shoulder. Both looking a bit guilty. Oberon: “EEWWW!” Tarn tired covering Ironhold’s optics. Tarn: “have you no shame!” Opehlia and Ironhold: “What’s going on?” Tarn and Oberon stuff their siblings back in the room. Leaving the confused adults in the hallway. Megatron: “…I told you not to kick the walls.” Silver Aid: “Did you now?” Megatron: “The sarcasm is not appreciated medic.” Silver Aid: “Until you figure out how to rewire someone’s servos with your optics closed, then I’ll apologize.”

Megatron found the three of them in an abandoned crate outside the Iacon city limits.

He had just come by to gets some intel from Shockwave and saw some crates of unguarded energon laying around.

He was taking them when he heard something that sounded like chirps.

The warlord decides that taking a look wouldn’t hurt.

Behold 3 sparklings at the bottom of the crate.

All of them were filthy and starving.

The biggest sparkling immediately starts to cry at the sight the Con.

The two smaller ones try to cover them with their frames.

Megatron takes notice of the label the crate had.

“Defective Waste: Dispose of immediately”

…Megatron was not having that.

Megatron arrives back at the ship with crates of energon in his servos. Lugnut and Blitzwing immediately take the crates out of their leaders servos and go to put it away. Starscream has his arms crossed. Starscream: “Took you quite a while to get back Lord Megatron.” Megatron just stiffly tries to go past him. The Second in Command takes offense to that. Starscream: “Hey! I do believe we all want a—” The quite chirps cuts him off guard as the other Cons return. Lugnut: “Lord Megatron?” Blitzwing: “What waz that?” Megatron sighs before popping his main sub space. Then proceeds to grab all three sparklings at once. Blitzwing, Lugnut and Starscream: “SPARKLINGS!?” Megatron: “I found these sparklings in the waste crate. They will be dropped off in the nearest sparkling facility.” Lugnut is the first to break from his trance and timidly walks up to his leader. Lugnut: “My Lord… may I hold one?” Megatron hesitates a bit but eventually the squirming gets a bit too much and offers him the largest sparkling. Megatron: “Lugnut these are sparkling, remember to handle—” The sparkling squeaks and whirls in delight as Lugnut gently tickles them. Lugnut: “A fine Decepticon warrior you will be!” Megatron: “Do not get attached—” Blitzwing’s faces are changing at a rapid pace making the sparkling squeal more. The warlord just stares at them. Starscream then walks up to him and casually another sparkling. Starscream: ‘If they have their sparkling, this one’s mine.” Megatron just blinked at the utter audacity as the last sparkling began to play with his digits.

Yes, the other Decepticons ended up warming up to the sparklings quite quickly.

It had been years since they had last seen one this young, they were not going to let that chance slip away.

Besides if they were going to get dropped off, they might as well make sure the sparklings were healthy and well.

And of course they can’t leave the beans at just any random facility, it had to be the best one!

So more searching was required.

…And it couldn’t just be the best one, it needed to have Megatron’s seal of approval!

More searching!

A year had passed in the search before everyone could finally admit it.

They had all broken the one rule.

Don’t get attached.

…

…

Megatron’s grown too attached to his new children, time to properly introduce them as Decepticons!

There was great news amongst the Decepticon radio waves when their leader officially announced the newest and youngest Decepticons to join their ranks.

And thus, they were named.

The smallest sparkling of the bunch, the eldest, would be named Ophelia.

The second smallest sparkling, the middle child, would be named Oberon Pollux

And the largest sparkling, the youngest, would be named Ironhold.

Taking care of three rowdy sparklings took a toll on the leader

That’s why each of the sparklings had an unofficial babysitter.

Ophelia’s sitter was Starscream.

Not by Megatron’s choice but probably the best option.

Out of the sparklings, the oldest was the calmest and least likely to get into trouble.

All Starscream had to do was literally make sure she was in the same spot, and it would be fine.

And it was free venting sessions for him too.

Oberon’s sitter was Blitzwing.

It was a matter of time before the sparklings energetic personality busted through the seams.

And Blitzwing’s personalities were one of the only ones in the ship that could handle his energy at once.

Icy could deal with the calm moments.

Hot head with the heated ones.

And Random whenever the sparkling wanted to do something silly.

Finally, Ironhold’s sitter was Lugnut.

The second calmest of the bunch but had quite the strength in their servos.

They had accidentally swung at Megatron and left a tiny fist mark on his chassis.

Lugnut could take these hits much better.

Plus, he could make sure that this sparkling knew everything about their glorious father!

Starscream: “Now say ‘Lord Starscream’.” Ophelia just chirped in response. Starscream: “No, no, no. Its Lord Starscream, Ophelia.” Ophelia just blinked up at him slowly. The Seeker just face palmed. Megatron is just watching from a far with an amused look on his face. Starscream: “At least say Starscream!” Ophelia: “…” Megatron: “Its no use Starscream. She refuses to speak.” Starscream: “Isn’t that concerning?” Megatron: “She is bound to catch on like her brother and other sibling.” Starscream: “Ah, yes the other ones.” Megatron’s optics narrowed as Starscream quickly put his servos up and gave a nervous laugh. Starscream: “What I meant Lord Megatron was that Ophelia will be learning how to speak sentences before her siblings can. They only speak in simply words, but this one!” Starscream raises the sparkling higher. Starscream: “She will speak perfectly.” Megatron: “Starscream put my daughter down.” Later… All the Cons are in the main room. The adults are talking about adult things while the children were playing with boxes in front of them. Ironhold is standing at the top of the box. Ironhold: Victory!” Oberon holds Ophelia over his helm and is prepared to throw her. Oberon Pollux: “Never!” Ophelia gets chucked to her youngest sibling at breakneck speed. Ophelia: “SWEET PRIMUS HELP!”

It would also be around the time the sparklings had started forming proper sentences, that they would soon meet a future member of their family.

 The arrival of Silver Aid.

The sparklings had heard that the planet they had just landed on had organic life.

It was Oberon and Ironhold’s curiosity that led them to sneak out of the hip with Ophelia trailing behind.

She couldn’t physically hold her brother and sibling back, the best she could do now was make sure they made it back in one piece.

By the time the others had realized that the children were outside with them, the 3 of them were running for their lives as a giant spider raced towards them.

Megatron had never known fear like this and aimed his fusion canon at the pest…

But a sudden war cry of a techno organic stopped him.

Silver Aid made sure that spider was mush for even thinking about going after some kids.

As scary the experience was, Oberon was the first to go up to her, Ironhold and Ophelia then following suite.

It would be from the kids’ help that Silver Aid’s transition wouldn’t be as challenging as originally thought.

She fit right into their little family!

Helping through the years and making sure they were all alright.

More specifically, they saw how much more their father smiled and the new glint in his optics whenever he saw her.

Time for Operation: New Parent is a go!

Megatron is looking through some reports. An arm drapes over his shoulder. He is about to slug whoever dared try to do this act when he hears the familiar laugh of his second child. Megatron: “Oberon.” Oberon, now at the same height as his father, just smiles at him. Oberon: “Father.” Megatron recognizes that tone. The tone where he was trying to act sly about something. Megatron: “Out with it.” Oberon: “Out with what?” Megatron: “I know what you are doing my boy. If you need to tell me something, just say it.” Oberon: “Okay then! When are you going to ask Silver to be your Conjunx?” Megatron exe has stopped working. Megatron: “OBERON POLLUX!” Meanwhile with Ophelia… The minibot is sitting on Lugnut’s shoulder as Blitzwing and Starscream are at her sides. Starscream: “I do not think it was wise to let Ironhold give the hints to Silver Aid.” Ophelia: “Have a little bit of faith Starscream.” Starscream: “They aren’t exactly subtle.” Lugnut: “Ironhold is plenty subtle!” Blitzwing: “As sublte as a solar storm.” Ophelia: “They’ll do great, I just know it.” Silver Aid burst through the door, her servos covering her audials. Ironhold, in their giant ‘I’m taller than Megatron by a foot’ glory. Ironhold: “Silver Aid just think about it!” Silver Aid: “Ironhold no!” Ironhold: “Please!” Silver Aid: “No!” Ophelia: “…I may have had a bit too much faith…”

Silver Aid was Orion Pax’s Amica Endura.

Both had met on a train on the way to work and accidentally grabbed each other’s datapads.

They ran back to get each other’s correct pad but since it took them a while, they had decided to go to Maccadams oil house for a quick refuel.

The rest was history.

At the time, Silver was working as an assistant at the station Orion was working at.

Orion, being the most vocal of the two, ended up introducing her to many of his friends.

Including some older ones.

Orion Pax: “Silver Aid, this is Ratchet.” Silver smiles. Silver Aid: “Good to see you again Ratchet.” Ratchet smiles back. Ratchet: “Good to see you again Silver.” Orion raises an optic. Orion Pax: “You have met before?” Silver Aid: “He was my mentor and partner during medical school.” Ratchet: “I am surprised you didn’t join the same hospital the others went to.” Silver Aid: “I did, but life had different plans. Anyways, if I had gone, I would never have met my Amica here.” Silver Aid side hugs Orion smiling widely. Orion chuckles a bit returning the hug. Ratchet: “…Really? You could have done better.” Orion Pax: “Ratchet, that is uncalled for. I chose—” Ratchet: “Not you. Silver, are you sure about this? You know this mech jumps of roof tops for a living.” Silver simply hugs him tighter. Silver Aid: “Wouldn’t have him any other way.” Ratchet gives them both a look. Ratchet: “Keep talking like that and you two will end up being Conjunx’s by the end of the cycle.” Orion and Silver: “Hey!”

Megatron’s introduction happened not too long afterwards.

She had received a message from Orion saying to meet her up at Maccadams oil house for a surprise.

Knowing that Orion’s surprises could range from a free drink to being involved in taking down a secret crime front, she decided to come prepared.

Packing a med kit and a mini blaster she went out to the bar.

Orion and Megatron are walking back to their table with some cubes of energon. Megatron: “And why do you want me to meet your friend?” Orion Pax: “She’s my Amica Megatron. I thought it would be polite to introduce you two. You do need some more friends.” Megatron: “Pax, I don’t need--” CLANK! Someone had bumped right into his back and fell on the floor. Megatron: “Who…” Silver Aid is shaking her helm. Silver Aid: “I’m sorry I didn’t see where I was going and—” Orion Pax: “Silver!” He passes the cubes to a frozen Megatron and helps Silver up. Orion Pax: “Megatron, this is Silver Aid. My Amica Endura.” Megatron blinks as Silver gives him a warm smile. Silver Aid: “Its good to meet you Megatron.” Megatron: “Likewise…”

Two got along better than Orion had expected.

He wanted to introduce Megatron to her because he didn’t have many close friends.

Has actively teased him about stealing his Amica.

Megatron brushes it off… unlike the little flutters he gets in his spark.

To get her to hang out with him more, he invites her to meet some of his acquaintances.

Silver Aid is talking to Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp. Megatron is by Soundwaves’s side watching over this. Silver laughs at something that Skywarp had said. Megatron frowns a bit. Soundwave telepathically: “Jealousy does not suit you.” Megatron froze for a bit. Megatron telepathically: “I am not jealous.” Soundwave telepathically: “Of course you aren’t, and Pax is the next Prime.” Megatron grumbles a bit.

Then Megatron went to prison.

Silver Aid did her best to go visit him, but no one made any effort in helping her.

Soon after came the fake Matrix event.

Of course, Silver as immediately backing her Amica’s back in this plan.

Sadly, it ended up costing in the end.

Ending with Senator Shockwave and Silver Aid being taken into custody.

Shockwave was sent to the Institution for Shadow Play.

Silver Aid was placed into a pod and sent to a remote laboratory.

Pain.

Prodding.

Adding.

Subtracting.

Needles.

Screaming was something that happened daily.

It was fridged in the cell and fridged in the lab.

Silver couldn’t even recognize herself once they were done with her.

She remembered hearing from the scientist about ‘The Techno Organic Project’.

It would certainly explain the softer plating and sensitive nerves.

…and the extra arms and monstrous alt mode…

The last thing she could remember was the scientists placing her into a stasis pod and blank.

…

…

Silver Aid opened her optics to a dark place.

Silver Aid looks around curious and scared. Megatron: “Silver Aid.” She jumps at the sudden sound of her name… something she hasn’t heard in a while. Turning around she spots a tall mech standing not too far. She couldn’t forget those optics. Silver Aid: “M-Megatron?” He steps forward into the light. The frame is different, helm shape, but the same optics. Silver Aid quickly gets off of the med slab almost falling if he hadn’t hurriedly caught her. Silver Aid: “Megatron! You’re here! You’re here!” She begins to lightly sob. Silver Aid: “You’re here… right?” Megatron wordlessly holds her closer to his chassis, ignoring the heat in his spark chamber. Megatron: “I am here… I’m here now.”

It was hard explaining that she had been placed into stasis by those scientists.

Almost as hard as explaining that she was now in the middle of a war.

Out of fear of the scientist coming after her and wishing to repay Megatron for saving her, Silver Aid joined the Decepticons.

Her appearance was off putting for many Decepticons.

Even more, when it was announced she would be a part of the medical staff.

… Or whatever functioning medical staff was there.

Most of the staff was compromised of engineers and Cons that had very basic knowledge of aid.

It became clear that Silver had out ranked them all after a few days fixing Cons.

It was a matter of time before she became the Chief Medical Officer.

But just because she had this title, it did not mean she was safe.

There were many Decepticons that did not trust her and thought she was an abomination.

The worst was the bullying.

Physical and mental.

Thankfully there were Cons on her side.

A couple of mechs are starting to surround Silver Aid. Con 1: “What are you going to do now Freak? Go to Megatron and show how much of a weakling you are?” Con 2: “How long are you going to realize you are a—” ZPT! Skywarp warps behind both mechs and zaps them away. Silver Aid blinks a bit in surprise. Thundercracker walks by. Thundercracker: “…You alright?” Silver Aid: “Yeah… thank you, both of you.” Later… Starscream walks into the medbay. Starscream: “That display of yours was pathetic.” Silver Aid: “I can’t exactly fight them back Starscream. I have softer plating now.” Starscream: “I’m not talking about that! I am talking about your lack of self-esteem.” He grabs her servo and starts dragging her. Silver Aid: “Where are we going?” Starscream: “To work on your confidence. You lacking it is sickening me.” Even later… Soundwave and Shockwave are looking over some of her extra limbs. Shockwave: “And you are sure that you do not recall the bots who did this? It is a remarkable feat of engineering.” Silver Aid: “I would have told you if I could remember Shockwave.” He misses the sad look on her face. Soundwave: “Does this hurt?” Silver flinches a bit at a sensitive area. Soundwave quickly stops touching it. Silver Aid: “It is more sensitive that it hurts.” Soundwave: “Noted. Will take more caution in the future.”

Being Chief medical officer also meant being Megatron’s personal medic.

Half of the time, Silver was convinced that he was hurting himself on purpose to spend time in the med bay.

Most of their time talking and ‘hanging out’ was spent in the med bay with him on the slab while she would be walking around.

The flutters in the spark just sped up with each meeting.

Sadly, luck was never on Megatron’s side.

It happened during a visit to one of the Decepticon clinics.

The small space station houses a couple of medics and many injured Cons.

Silver had wanted to see what was going on with the patients.

Megatron insisted he go as Leader and to promote some morale.

No one had expected an Autobot raid.

There were simply too many bots for them to fight.

They needed to get to the emergency escape pods.

Silver Aid had tried to place the automatic launch sequence in, but it had been damaged… as well as one of the remaining escape pods.

There would be one short…

She knew what she needed to do.

Silver Aid: “Megatron get into the pod!” Megatron: “Get into your first!” Silver Aid: “This is not up for debate, get in!” Megatron: “Do not—” Silver Aid flashes him with a steely glare. Silver Aid: “GET IN THE POD!” Surprising him and herself, she pushed him into the pod. The automatic locks had engaged. The techno organic hurriedly placed the last pods coordinates before heading straight for the manual lever. As soon as that lever went down, the pods would be shot out to their intended coordinates. Megatron looked horrified at Silver still not in her pod. Megatron: “Silver Aid! What are you doing!?” They both flinch a bit at the growing sounds of blaster fire and pedesteps. The Autobots would be coming in any minute. Silver Aid looks at him with a solemn look. She knew what was going to happen… but if it meant that he would live… Megatron tries to pry the door open, it doesn’t budge. Silver Aid: “Its been quite an adventure Megatron. Its about high time I save you for a change.” Megatron: “SILVER!” Tears begin to fall from her optics as she manages to pull a watery smile. Silver Aid: “Thank you… Goodbye Megatron.” The lever comes down. The pods shoot out to the void of space as the door to the room comes down. Megatron’s screams aren’t heard as the last thing he sees is Silver Aid get shot down.

Silver Aid wakes up feeling like she got shot in the back.

She gets the surprise of a lifetime seeing Ratchet and what looks like a buffer Orion Pax.

Literally jumping up, despite her frame yelling at her to sit down, and hugging her Amica look alike.

She never knew what had happened to him and Ratchet and thought that they had died in the war.

Megatron was very uptight on the information that she read and heard.

It’s near whiplash when the mechs finally in take that this was in fact Silver Aid.

Prime had never been so close to tears than in that moment, just hugging his long lost Amica.

It comes to a terrifying conclusion when Silver is told everything about the war in exchange that she tell what happened to her.

She feels so betrayed by the mech she had trusted with her life and spark…

Silver Aid the Decepticon died at the space station.

Silver Aid the Autobot was born on Earth.

After a bit of a change in color scheme, bit of kibble modification and badge she looked like a new bot.

The news of her deception and want to make things right went through the ranks like wildfire.

She was thankful that there were bots who helped her through this rough transition and showed her the ropes when Ratchet and Prime couldn’t.

Soon Silver Aid became a familiar face many saw helping Ratchet and fixing bots.

She was also thankful that there wasn’t as much prejudice against her organic half as with the Decepticons.

Though humans were a different story.

Ultra magnus is walking with Verity on his servo. Magnus: “You will be staying with Silver Aid for the time being.” Verity: “Silver Aid?” Magnus: “One of our top medics. Optimus’s Amica to be rumored.” Verity: “Amica? You know what explain me that later.” They walk into the medbay. Silver Aid is in her alt mode on the ceiling. Verity: “IS THAT A SPIDER!?” Silver Aid drops to the ground and transforms. She has a bright smile on her face. Silver Aid: “Sorry if I scared you. You must be Verity Carlo.” Verity: “…whatthef—” Magnus: “Verity!”

Timeskip to the end of the war.

After a tearful goodbye between Silver Aid and Orion, she watches him leave to space.

Out of safety, she decides to join the Lost Light.

She would rather take her chances on a ship with some bots she knew, than face planet wide prejudice.

Cue Lost Light shenanigans.

Out of all the memos she had gotten on that ship… it was the one about Megatron joining the ship that she missed.

Rodimus is giving Megatron the tour around the ship. Rodimus: “And this is Swerve’s.” Megatron: “There is a bar here?” Rodimus: “Not like I see you coming—Aid watch out!” CLANK! Someone had just bumped into him. He turns around just has the bot started getting up. Megatron: “Who…” He stopped talking at the sight of the bot who bumped into him. Silver Aid: “I’m sorry I didn’t see where I was going and—” Her voice dies in her throat seeing those familiar red optics. Megatron and Silver Aid freeze in place. Rodimus pushes past Megatron. Rodimus: “Silver!” He places a servo on her arm, snapping her out of her trance. Rodimus: “You alright?” She numbly nods and slowly starts walking away from the mechs. Silver Aid: “I-I think someone’s calling me.” She quickly speed walks out of the room. Spark pulsing furiously and nervously. What a coward…

...

There are SO many conflicting feelings from some of the Megatron's.

TFA Megatron hates this. He doesn't like any of them looking at Silver Aid like this. Whether its with good light or bad light, he just wants this to stop.

But as long as Silver is okay with-- HEY! HEY! BACK UP! PUT THOSE SERVOS AWAY OR ELSE!

Silver is not used to so much attention and tries to keep calm. The looks are not just the usual 'Ew! An organic abomination!' but the 'You're something different... and that intrigues me in a good way'.

G1 Megatron isn't a stranger to organics or strangely built bots. He can look past the organic factor if she is proves to be someone he wants to know. Loyalty is a big one for him and does observe it in this strange bot. Will not act if she does not intrigue him though.

Beast Wars Megatron is a bit cautious around another spider bot. So far, the only spiders he has known keep on trying to backstab him. However, seeing her being loyal to a counterpart of his namesakes may spark some interest. If he does, Megatron may start boasting about his accomplishments over the Maximal or even show her his rubber duck if he really likes her.

TFP Megatron finds her disgusting. Not only is she a spider, but an techno organic abomination! Will try to trick her into setting up her own demise. Is she different? Yes, but he sees more of a threat than an ally in this spider. And if history has taught him anything, is to never trust organics and spiders.

Shattered Glass Megatron is swooning. He tells his counter part that he is lucky to have a partner that is so kind, loyal, beautiful and not to mention one of the only bots that can get past looking at him as an idol. Yes, he knows that his counterpart is not the good guy in his world, but that doesn't mean TFA doesn't deserve some happiness. Will compliment Silver Aid and blushes internally with any sort of physical contact.

TFE Megatron is also on team swooning. You mean to tell him in another universe where he is still in charge of the Decepticons, he has someone like her by his side?! It just doesn't make any sense! While trying to figure out how a smaller counter part managed to get a partner, he treats her with the upmost respect. May or may not use a flirty line to mess with his TFA counterpart. May get a pede to the face, but its worth it to hear that laughter.

MTMTE Megatron, like TFE, is so confused and swooning. Just... how? No, better question is why?! Why him! Granted he knows that his ciunter part and Silver have a bit of a history, but still! She knowingly became involved with the leader of the Decepticons. And she is sane! So many questions that need to be asked... If with time he really likes her, Meg's might even form a little writing piece for her or exchange notes on repairs. he isn't blushing internally when their servos brush or when she smiles at him.

The idea of the holiday was introduced by Fearless.

It had just started snowing in the area when the human started bringing in boxes.

The Con’s didn’t question it at first.

Ophelia honestly thought that Fearless was finally moving in.

Ironhold also thought about this idea but kept to themselves.

They both were a bit upset when they found out that Fearless was not moving in.

Please ignore Ironhold’s blueprints to make a human room in the base.

No one saw them.

They don’t exist.

Silver Aid was getting a bit worried about the resident human when they started bringing in heavier boxes.

Soon Fearless asked for a meeting.

Megatron: “Let me understand this clearly.” Fearless pauses their presentation on the history of presents. Fearless: “Yeah?” Megatron: “You expect us to participate in some Earth holiday for fun?” Fearless: “Well, not entirely true but yes!” Megatron: “I’m afraid I’m going to have to put a damper on your plans.” Ophelia raises her servo. Ophelia: “It does sound nice to participate Father.” Ironhold coughs a bit: “It may boost moral as well.” Silver Aid: “The concept does sound lovely.” Starscream: “The colors aren’t so hideous to look at.” Blitzwing: “The scenery does look nice.” Lugnut: “Can we invite Strika to the holiday?” Megatron: “Enough! We are not celebrating this ‘Christmas’.” Ophelia gives his a pleading look. He looks away refusing to give in. Silver Aid: “Megatron—” Megatron: “I have made my decision Silver Aid.” Fearless crosses their arms. Fearless: “I guess I’ll have to drag all my stuff over to the Autobots then.” Megatron’s optic twitches a bit. Fearless: “And I bet Optimus would let me—" Megatron suddenly stands up. Megatron: “Everyone get to work on this Christmas thing!”

 Lugnut and Ironhold are in charge of getting the tree.

Lugnut would have gone by himself, but it was it was clear to everyone that someone needed to watch him.

At least so he could pick a real tree and not some telephone pole.

It took a few tries before the pair managed to squeeze in a giant tree into the base.

Thank goodness Fearless thought about bringing scraps of metal to make more ornaments.

Starscream and Blitzwing were in charge of placing the lights and ornaments on the tree.

The Second in Command takes a liking to the shinier ornaments.

Ophelia and Silver Aid have caught him looking at his reflection in them.

Blitzwing loved putting the weirder and bigger ornaments.

Somehow managed to tangle his wings and Starscreams in the tree lights.

Neither of them knows how this happened.

Silver Aid and Megatron help with the lights around the base.

Using her alt mode, Silver is able to reach the higher and more narrow parts on the ceiling.

Megatron may or may not have used this as n excuse to ‘help’ her in the higher places that didn’t need an alt mode.

Has he caught her blushing after lifting her up with one servo to get the door frame?

…No… At least that he knows of…

Ophelia and Fearless are in charge of gift wrapping and making sure that no one tried to open their gifts before time.

Some culprits already caught were Starscream, Random Blitzwing and for some reason Ironhold.

Ironhold refuses to tell them why they were trying to peak at the presents.

But there was one last thing that Fearless needed to do…

Ironhold has Fearless in their servos. They were both walking to the final doorway in the base. Ironhold: “Explain to me again why you are putting a plant on a string above the doorways? Does it smell that bad in here?” Fearless finishes taping the last of the mistletoe. Fearless: “Listen Hold, I can not stand another YEAR of Silver and Meg’s pinning for each other. I’m going to speed run this slow burn as fast as I can, and mistletoe is the first step.” Ironhold: “But what is the plant going to do?” Fearless: “If two people—er bots, stand underneath it, they have to kiss.” Ironhold: “Oh… Oh!” Fearless: “Quick hide! Lia’s bringing them over!” They both hid behind a corner just as Ophelia ran to their side. She hid behind Ironhold’s pede. Fearless was in Ironhold’s open servo. Ophelia: “Here they come!” Both Con’s walk into the room. Silver Aid: “Did you see where Ophelia went?” Megatron: “She probably—what is that?” Silver Aid looks up at the tiny plant Megatron was pointing. Silver Aid: “Oh! That is Mistletoe! Fearless mentioned that you have to kiss under it. Megatron freezes for a second. Megatron: “Wha—” The Technoorganic gently holds his servo and kisses the back of it and smiles at him. Silver Aid: “This is such a sweet holiday! I’m going to tell Lugnut to bring Strika next time around!” Silver Aid walks off leaving a buffering Megatron to stare at his servo. Ironhold and Ophelia wince at the sight. Ironhold: “Well that was painful—HEY! HEY!” Fearless tries to swan dive off of Ironhold’s servos. Fearless: “I CAN’T TAKE ANOTHER YEAR OF THIS!!!! I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS SLOW OF A SLOW BURN!!!” Ophelia: “FEARLESS DON’T!!” Ironhold: “YOU’RE TOO TINY I CAN BARELY HOLD YOU!!! STOP TRYING TO JUMP!!!” Fearless: “NEVER!!!”  

or alternative title...

3 Things that have definitely happened once TFA Silver Aid, Megatron and TFE Silver Aid and Megatron came on the Lost Light.

1. Webs

Once everything gets calmed down with the two Megatron’s and their respected bot companions, Fearless is at the new bots sides in a flash.

The Megatron’s have no idea why this little human is looking at them up and down… judging them?

Then they move to the spider bots.

Fearless: “Do you have webs?” TFE Silver Aid: “Why yes. Would you like to see?” Fearless: "I want to test both your webs durability.” TFA Silver Aid: “I like what you’re thinking kiddo.”

Fearless ends up giving the spider bots a tour around the ship.

The human and the techno organics have a lovely chat the entire tour, from random talks about their families to random things their respected Megatron’s have done.

At some point, Fearless shows the pair Spiderman stunts on their data pad.

TFE Megatron: “Where is Silver Aid?” MTMTE Megatron: “I assure you that she is safe on this ship.” TFA Megatron: “That still doesn’t answer our question Megatron.” All three of them stop in their tracks at the scene in front of them. Both Silver Aid’s were upside down on the ceiling catching Fearless who was jumping from servo to servo. MTMTE Megatron: “…” TFA Megatron: “What is going on…” TFE Megatron: “Not even Dot or the kids were like this…” TFE looks at MTMTE. TFE Megatron: “Do they do this often?” MTMTE Megatron: “You have no idea…”

2. Meg talk

It took a while to get the two new Megatron’s to calm down.

Especially with their spider companions walking around the ship with a human as their only guard.

It was MTMTE Megatron to get them to sit down and get a drink.

He understands their worry and the anxieties that bring when going into a new universe.

The three of them begin to talk after a few minutes of awkward silence.

TFA Megatron is surprised to hear that TFE and MTMTE Megatron both surrendered.

He does laugh a bit in their faces for giving up, but he does realize how much happier many of the bots around him are.

Without fear of war looming over their helms.

It was… peaceful.

A future he wished to share with Silver Aid.

TFA Megatron: “And what about the human. I can’t help but notice that I’ve only seen one of them around the ship. TFE Megatron: “He brings a good point. Where are their parents?” MTMTE Megatron: “I am.” TFA/TFE Megatron: "…” MTMTE Megatron: “Adopted.” TFA Megatron: “But…a human?” MTMTE Megatron with a slight glare: “Do you have a problem with them?” TFA Megatron: “No, not that. I’m just curious to the why?” MTMTE Megatron: “Well, they weren’t always like this. Before they were very polite, dare I say shy.” TFE Megatron looks over at Fearless showing both Silver Aid’s how many marshmallows they could fit in their mouth. TFE Megatron: “Then what happened?” MTMTE Megatron: “From what memory serves me right, I wasn’t a part of the crew originally, they spent a month on the ship and met Whirl.” CRASH! All three Megatron’s look over to see said bot chucking a glass cube at Cyclonus’s helm. Whirl: “And that’s for ignoring me this morning!” Cyclonus: “Whirl I was still asleep.” Whirl: “No excuses!” Cyclonus: “It was 3 in the morning.” Whirl: “Don’t care Horn head! Prepare to fight!” TFA/TFE Megatron both look at MTMTE Megatron. TFA/TFE Megatron: “Oh…”

3. Conjunx

You’d have to be a blind bot not to realize that the two Megatron’s were a bit… close with their companion.

Brainstorm was the one who brought up the organic part of the bots.

TFE Silver Aid didn’t have an exact answer for that.

She just knew that she onlined one day in a cave like this.

Cue the concern looks from some bots around the bar.

Fearless made sure to pat her servo.

TFA Silver Aid gave a short version of how she became a techno organic.

Excluding certain names for good measure.

Fearless clung onto her neck cables gently stroking her back.

Many bots winced hearing some of the details of the spider bites.

A random bot made a comment to TFA Megatron about picking up a stray.

TFA Megatron looked murderous but calmed down when his Silver Aid just shook her helm.

TFA Megatron: “Anyways, if I hadn’t gotten Silver Aid, I wouldn’t have the best medic in the Decepticon army.” Most of the medics turned to the spider bot. Ratchet: “You’re a medic?” TFA Silver Aid smiles: “Yes, and the ONLY one Megatron has.” Rodimus sits next to her and gives her a playful grin. Rodimus: “Well Doctor, I seem to be having some pain on my face, mind taking a look?” TFE Silver Aid giggles a bit at the young Prime’s antics. TFA Silver Aid also chuckled a bit and decided to play along. She gently holds the Prime’s faceplate and studies his face. TFA Silver Aid: “Hmm… don’t see anything wrong here Rodimus. I give you a clean bill of health.” Rodimus gives her a playful wink. TFA Silver Aid laughed a bit still holding the mechs face. TFA Megatron seething in his seat. TFA Megatron: “Rodimus, I suggest you stop flirting with my Conjunx if you don’t want a blast to your—” Everyone at the bar: “YOU’RE CONJUNX!” Fearless jumping enthusiastically. Fearless: “I’VE GOT SPIDERWOMEN AS MY MOM’S!”

Suddenly the TFA’s were bombarded with questions about their lives.

How had they met?

Who asked who out first?

Who could throw the other farthest?

That one was from Whirl.

But the TFE’s were also bombarded with questions.

Mainly all asking if they were Conjunxes.

This left TFE Silver Aid extremely confused and a flustered Megatron trying to answer the questions and denying any bonds.

Thank goodness MTMTE Megatron put a stop to the questions, even though he had a whole list to ask himself.

He feels a bit daft for not seeing the looks his counter parts were giving to their partners.

A familiar sound of the portals rung out in the bar.

Each respected Megatron’s gave a short goodbye before getting their partners.

TFE’s went in first.

TFE Megatron held onto Silver Aid’s servo tightly as they went through.

The TFA’s were next.

TFA Megatron had picked up Silver Aid bridal style and quickly marched into the portal without another word.

Fearless patting Megatron on the arm. Megatron looks at them confused. Fearless: “Don’t worry Meg’s, I’ll find you a wife.” Megatron: “What!” Fearless: “Theres gotta be a Silver Aid in this universe. Don’t worry, I’ll find her! Who’s with me!” Megatron: “Absolutely—” Whirl and serval other bots in the bar: “Yeah! Megatron sighs tiredly and turns to Swerve. Megatron: “A strong cube of engex please.” Swerve passing him a bottle. Swerve: “It’s on the house. Good luck with whatever Fearless has in store for you.”

It wasn’t everyday an Autobot truly left Starscream speechless.

And it wasn’t every day that Starscream suddenly found himself with the answer to an incident predating the war.

Now thinking about all his interactions with Silver Aid, he feels a bit embarrassed that he never put her and E-2 together.

While Silver Aid was retelling a short version of what happened on the day of the incident, Starscream couldn’t help but notice some of the similarities she had before the war.

Minus some blank spaces, the obvious alt mode change and some quirks she picked up on Earth, it was practically the same bot.

Starscream: “Does Megatron know about… this?” Silver Aid shook her helm, almost sadly. Silver Aid: “As soon as I remembered most of my past, I couldn’t stop myself from running. And anyways I don’t quite know how I’m going to break it to them.” Starscream: “Yes, quite a predicament.” Silver Aid looks down. Starscream clears his throat. Starscream: “And Skyfire? You claim to know where he is.” Silver Aid: “About 99.98% sure.” Starscream: “And if you’re lying?” Silver Aid: “Starscream, I just found out who I really am; what happened to my sister, my best friends, and my former life. My former life is gone. What do I have to lose?” Starscream: “… Do you have the location?” Silver Aid: “I should have the general area.” Starscream hums: “And what will you do for the Decepticon cause in return?” Silver Aid thinks for a second, before turning to the Seeker. Silver Aid: “We both know getting back Sky is more than enough… but I could offer you and the others professional medical treatment. I know for a fact you do not have a medic and field kits are only going to serve you for so long.” Starscream waits a minute before holding out his servo. Starscream: “Deal?” Silver Aid wastes no time in clasping her servo in his. Silver Aid: “Deal.”

So now here he was.

Flying straight forwards one of Earth’s coldest regions; a spider bot clinging to his wings; and some aerial Decepticon’s to accompany them.

Starscream originally wanted to bring just Nova Storm and Skywarp, but Soundwave found out about this ‘rescue mission’ and wanted to come.

Soon enough Silver tapped his wing.

The signal to stop.

As the four cons landed, Silver Aid, still in her spider form, began tapping the thick ice beneath them.

After a couple more taps, she made an X marking where the Seekers were to melt the ice.

It took a matter of minutes before a decent hole was formed.

The water was frigid and dark.

Nova Storm: “Why melt here? There’s nothing but water here.” Silver Aid starts taking out some webbing: “Exactly. To make a long story short, Skyfire is right under our optics.” Skywarp: “I’m not following. You said we were going to get some bot but there’s nothing here.” Silver Aid begins to braid several bands of webbing, making them thicker. Silver Aid: “He’s here all right. Maybe not in this exact spot, but he’s close enough.” Skywarp: “Where?” Soundwave tilted the Seekers face to the hole. Soundwave: “Down there.” Skywarp quickly gets away from the hole. Skywarp: “There is no way I’m going in there!” Silver Aid begins to pass the thick webbing to the Cons. Silver Aid: “Of course not. I am.” The Cons look at her shocked. Silver Aid: “I can find Skyfire easier than you four combined in the dark. Plus, we’re going to need you as dry and warm as possible if we’re going to get him airborne.” Silver Aid firmly ties the ending of the webbing to her midsection. Silver Aid: “Remember to pull as hard as you can when I tug twice.” Starscream: “Tug wha—” SPLASH! Silver Aid’s frame quickly disappeared into the dark waters beneath them. Skywarp: “SWEET PRIMUS SHE JUMPED!” Nova Storm: “I didn’t—how—can bots really survive that? Bots like her?” Soundwave and Starscream still hadn’t looked away from the hole. Starscream: “Only one way to find out…”

Starscream wasn’t going to admit it, but those couple of minutes were some of the most suspenseful minutes of his life.

Everyone was waiting for any sign of a tug or pull from the webbing.

The sharp tugs nearly caught them off guard, but they were ready and flew up.

The former second in command swears he pulled something while pulling at the webbing.

Finally, the ice broke.

The Cons could not believe their optics.

Silver Aid was right.

In a carefully weaved netting was a large white bot and a familiar spider clinging on.

It was mutually agreed that they would not touch the ice again.

If the ice could swallow a mech that size, there was no telling what it could do to them.

Silver Aid just clung to Skyfire’s armor shivering and slightly crying.

Skywarp thankfully had enough energy to warp them all back to the base.

Skywarp sits down when they get to the base. Skywarp: “I need to lay down…” Nova Storm helps Skywarp up. Nova Storm: “I’ll take ‘Warp to the habsuite.” Soundwave helps Silver Aid off Skyfire. The spider tries to transform into her bipede self but is swiftly stopped by Soundwave and Starscream. Soundwave: “Rest. No use if your T-cog malfunctions.” Silver Aid just nods tiredly. Soundwave leads Silver Aid into one of the warmer habsuites in the base. Starscream stares at Skyfire, almost studying him. He looks around before gently taking his larger servo in his. There was a gentle hum near his chassis. His spark was still running. Starscream: “Welcome back… old friend…”