(A/N) This is a little peak at an Idea I've had for a while. Tell me if it interested you and if you'd want to hear more. All the character are based off their war/ Fall of Cybertron designs
Fight or Flight
"Air Raid, what's our ETA to Prime's last known location?" Turning around from his console, Air Raid glanced at his brother and commander, Silverbolt. "We ought to arrive in about half a Meta-Cycle, provided we don't run into trouble." Silverbolt pinched his nose ridge, his wings shifting in agitation. They had finally managed to pick up Prime's trail, yet they were going so slowly!
Silverbolt activated his comlink "Jetfire, Perceptor, come to the command center." After a couple of astroseconds of quiet, he got a response, from Jetfire
"I'll be up in a couple of klicks, Silverbolt, just have to finish a thing or two!" Silverbolt could hear some fizzing in the background – probably an experiment or nine, but you could never tell with Jetfire.
"Alright, Jetfire, but please hurry up." He deactivated his comlink and sat down in his command chair. The duties of command had taken a toll on Silverbolt over the cycles, and he couldn't wait to not be the one in charge. He glanced over all the bots in the room.
At the security terminal sat Red Alert, a cautious bot with a reputation for being paranoid, but he wasn't really as paranoid as everyone claimed. At spark he was just a worrier who was concerned for everyone.
Over at the sensors sat Skydive, another member of his gestalt. Arrogant and vain at first, Skydive had toned done over the cycles of warfare. Now all his energy was focused on defeating cons.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were at the helm, responsible for piloting the craft; Sunstreaker was a vain but noble mech, who was a prankster, as was his twin. Sideswipe, while not as vain as Sunstreaker, was somewhat cocky and overconfident at times. This had landed him in hot energon more than once. They helped keep morale up in their own, prank filled way.
Finally he looked around the ship itself. Omega Supreme had helped them to escape Cybertron, with only Alpha Trion staying behind. The Guardian of Iacon was a noble and extraordinary powerful mech, singlehandedly capable of crushing hundreds of decepticons.
His thought then turned to the one Autobot on Cybertron left, Alpha Trion. No matter how much they had pleaded with him to come, he had been adamant that he remain on Cybertron. However, before they left, Alpha Trion had revealed that he possessed a powerful artifact that would help protect him during the time he was alone on Cybertron. Then, somehow Alpha Trion had warped them far away from Cybertron, with his last words to them being "Follow the Light" Eventually they found out what that meant. By fallowing ancient beacons across the universe, they had found Optimus's trail.
The sound of the door opening caused him to be jerked from his thoughts. Jetfire and Perceptor were their only scientists and medics, and for that reason, were highly important. They had saved their hides more than once. Silverbolt stood up, and walked over to them.
"What is it Silverbolt, why'd you call us up here?" Perceptor said, his magnification lens array swiveling around on his shoulder.
Silverbolt sat back down and pulled up two more chairs. "I'm really sorry for the trouble, guys, but I have to ask – can you make us go any faster? At this rate prime might be gone before we get to his location." Now Silverbolt had stood up again and was pacing.
Jetfire stroked his chin in thought. "It might be possible… Actually, it's very possible. The things is, the cloak Omega" He patted the ship as he spoke "here has is sucking energon like no other. What are your thoughts Perceptor?"
Perceptor was currently doing calculations on a data pad and, without looking, he answered, "We could increase our speed by roughly 1750% if we were to shut off the cloak, but that would leave us visible to the Decepticon's radar – if there are any Decepticons, that is."
Silverbolt put his hands behind his back and looked out the window. Suddenly turning, he headed over to another portion of the bridge.
"Ironhide!" He called. "Huh?" Ironhide looked up from where he was seated. Silverbolt walked over to him. "Ironhide, have you detected any Decepticon ships lately?"
Ironhide turned back to his console "Nope, not for almost a Stellar Cycle now, Silverbolt, why?" To prove his point, he turned on the sensor. After almost a minute of scanning the surrounding sectors, the sensors came up empty.
"Alright, thanks Ironhide." "No problem, kid." Ironhide turned off the long range scanners and went back to watching some old movies.
Silverbolt returned back to where Jetfire and Perceptor were seated. "According to our scans, there are no decepticons within scanner range. I believe it is safe to turn of the cloak, put have it so we can put it up at any time." At the obvious dismissal, Jetfire and Perceptor both stood up.
"We'll get on it, Silverbolt." Perceptor said, even as he exited the doors. Jetfire transformed and flew through the ship back to his laboratory.
"Alright Silverbolt, we're ready!" Jetfire said through the comlink.
"Good work, Jetfire, just hold on a minute." Deactivating his comlink, Silverbolt spoke "Omega? Can you hear me?" he waited a while, only hearing the creaking of gears in that time.
"OMEGA, RESPONDS" Silverbolt remained unfazed by the voice emanating around him. "Omega, we're going to shut off your cloak and push your engines to maximum, so be ready for anything!"
After a moment of silence, "OMEGA, ACKNOWLEDGES." There was suddenly a great symphony of whirs and gears moving, piston pumping, and cannons being revealed as Omega prepared for anything, literally.
"Okay Jetfire, Fire her up!" Silverbolt said, holding a hand to his head.
"Alright Silverbolt, here we go!" With a massive whirr sound, Omega Supreme's mighty engines fired at full thrust, catapulting the loyal band toward Optimus Prime, and the planet Earth.
And the universe would never be the same.
(A/N) Quite short, but I thought it sounded good. Tell me what you thought and if I should continue, or if anyone wants to adopt this story, tell me.