A/N:

I usually reframe for putting author notes at the top of the page but this time I'm going to for new viewers of my work. This is one of my very first stories and since then my work as greatly improved, I promise you. So if you do read this don't judge it too harshly, when I first started writing 'Silver Lining' I was a greenhorn. I'm going to go back now and correct errors and the like just to help make this story shine a little bit more. I'm not going to be changing a lot. This is a benchmark for me, and it helps me remember how far I truly have come up to his point. Do please read and I hope you enjoy it even if it is a little pathetic.

-Prime R.

000

The ship was shaking violently now because of the explosions going off out side. Even though the ship had shields, they weren't lasting and still felt the effect of the explosions, which was making the ship it self shake. Megatron had a good theory as to who was firing at the ship but he couldn't go ask the pilot because the cockpits doors were locked from the other side. So he had to set there waiting as patently as he could until someone came to tell him what was going on.

"Bet it's them damned Autobot's," he coursed under his breath.

"Just what I want, to die in this pathetic excuse for a ship. If it weren't for the warp gates being so unsafe I would have gone that way. Pit, I would have settled for one of those triple changers." Megatron stopped and thought about that for a moment.

"Okay maybe not. Argh!" Slamming his fist into the chair arm he was fastened into.

Yeah, just what he wanted.

Megatron heard the door cockpit open gruffly. Snapping his head around, there stood Trifle using the doorframe for balance. Usually Trifle was well centered and calm but his face didn't give off a calm feature right now. Yes, he wore a visor but even that visor couldn't hide how scared he was, it was written all over his face. Megatron was a master at reading facial expressions after all.

"Megatron!" the jet called "In the back of the ship are escape pods. Unless you want to become a dead smudge on the side of Cybertron, take one and high tell it to Cybertron. Our ship is a big enough distraction as it is." saying over the loud noise of the explosions out side.

Trifle had a good point, if he left now he'd stand a good chance of making it to Cybertron but getting there was the easy part. Defending himself from mad Autobot's on the ground was a different story.

"I want answers, Trifle. What's going on!" ordering him

"The area we were planning to enter in must now be controlled by Autobot's. Javelin is doing all he can to keep us form becoming prisoners or dead shells. Here!"

After catching his balance from another explosion's he through Megatron something for him to catch, which he caught mid air. Looking at the little object in his hand he'd never seen a device like this one before. It was Cybertronian but then again it wasn't. It was small and kind of looked like a flat metal doughnut with two green lights and a red one.

"What is this device, Trifle?"

"Attach it to your com-link, it will allow communications with us safe. But be careful, it can be easily broken. That's one of it's fall back's."

Nodding his head Megatron did as instructed with the device. As the little device attached to his systems Megatron watched the light that was red turn green and the one on the left turn from green to red then he unbuckled himself from the seat he was in.

"Good luck Megatron" came Trifles calm voice

Megatron turned around and looked at the warrior; "As to you, Trifle"

The two nodded and went their separate ways. Out of the three jet brothers Trifle was the only one he liked. He was loyal in a way Megatron admired that was rare in his own ranks. Javelin he defiantly didn't trust. He knew nothing about that mysterious Decepticon that acted like a stuck up drone. But Megatron knew he wasn't, he had seen his anger before.

Rookie, the third and youngest brother, he just didn't care for. He was to scatter brained and didn't known when to keep his mouth shut. His name was just a title. Considering the large long-range bazooka cannon he used, his almost perfect way of integrating someone, and his spy abilities made his name just a title. But he was still the youngest.

Making his way to the back of the ship as fast as possible, Megatron used the pipes to help maintain his balance.

"I can't believe I've been resorted to this. Well I guess it's better than being died or the Autobot's prisoner." thanking out loud.

"There!"

As told, setting attached to the ship's wall were the escape pods. Two on one side and two on the other. The ship rocked again as another missile hit the shield that was protecting the ship. Megatron lost his sense of balance and found him self flying across the room and ended up laying on the closes escape pod.

Letting out a loud grunt Megatron slid off the pod then slammed his fist on the control panel. With a loud hiss and a sudden sound of air escaping the pod its doors opened up. Megatron took one look at the inside of it and narrowed his optics.

Sighing, "Well this is great. I'm going to have a cramped" growling the last bit.

Megatron climbed in frustrated all ready and slammed the door shut. Megatron started switching on the pods systems and watched as it started coming on. Finally he hit the eject button. Exactly afterwards Megatron felt the pod jerk then start to shake.

Outside the space was lit up with laser fire and missile fire. Outside of one of the smaller windows he could see Javelins ship smoking on the port side.

"The shields failed" watching one of its thrusters explode.

Megatron came back to the pods control panel and activated the pods own thrusters. With a small jerk he made himself to Cybertron. Which part of Cybertron he had no idea.

000

Transformers and all related char(s) belong to Has/Tak

The Jet brothers (Javelin, Trifle, & Rookie) and the plot belong to me.

Names and characters are entirely coincidental