A. N. hey everyone. I know a lot of people are concerned about my other story, you are my Escape. I will update that eventually, but this story is getting to such a good part, that I absolutely have to do this first. We are getting to a part that I have been planning forever. I'm so excited to see it come to fruition.

I had someone asked me if the story, Silver Wings, which is an idea that is in my story ideas in my story profile, will be a romance. I wasn't originally going to have it be a romance, but after reworking a few things, it will be done.

I want to thank everyone who has been very positive on this story. You all have been very supportive and I can't appreciate it enough. Anyway, now that we've got all that over with, on with the next episode.

Episode 9.

Operation Rowan.

Megatron was beyond Furious. the Autobots had somehow managed to access the space Bridge, and of course Vector Sigma just had to be more than Legend. If that wasn't bad enough, Orion Pax had somehow managed to find the space Bridge as well, and he was able to have his memories restored. Not only was Optimus Prime return to his Autobots, but now Megatron lost his chief archivist for the Iocon database.

As he went back through a bridge that would take him back to the nemesis, he knew there was only one person who could have provided the Autobots and Orion Pax the necessary intelligence to complete the mission they had. To his surprise, Starscream was not the first one that came to mind. After all, Starscream had been gone. He couldn't have assisted Orion. However, he knew of one who could, the one who had been chosen to guard Orion from the inside, his sparkling.

He knew he had let her get away with far too much. Now that it had cost him something very important, he knew he could not let this stand any longer. To his surprise, when he came through the bridge, who should be floating on a platform right at the center of the control bridge, but hid spawn with whom he was so Furious.

"Why are you here?" Megatron growled glaring at his sparkling.

"Celebrating." Rowan said, surprisingly able to match her sires angry tone of voice. "After all, Optimus Prime is himself once again."

"You are a fool to defy my orders." Megatron yelled, stepping ever closer to his sparkling.

"No." Rowan spat defiantly. "I was a fool to trust you. I was a fool to think that I could ever be loyal to you again. I was raised for so many years to believe that you were this great, wise leader. You are not a great leader. You are nothing but a traitor of my trust. How dare you lie to me and tell me someone that I loved was dead. You saw how I grieved for him for weeks on end. I'm quite sure you heard me crying at night over him. Don't you remember that I have lost enough? Or did you forget about my carrier? I am done following you. I am done believing that you are worthy of redemption. You are worthy of nothing but my hatred, and I intend to make you pay for all the suffering you have put me and all your soldiers through."

Rowan's shouting was growing ever more anguished. Megatron was stalking towards her, about to deliver a blow, when she blasted him. Unfortunately, the blast missed, and hit the computer just behind him.

Megatron laughed smugly before saying, "You are no sparkling of mine. If you were, you would not be so foolish as to try me."

"You are right." Rowan said. "I know I am not your sparkling. You are not my sire either. Dreadwing is. He and my two other friends, the doctor and his assistant, have been the only ones who have ever been truly honest with me. You have spent years deceiving me. The deception ends here."

"Well then, my spon," Megatron growled, Fury lacing his voice. "Allow me to put your suffering to an end."

Megatron, in his Fury, backhanded the platform on which Rowan was floating. all of the Decepticons were stunned into silence at the resounding smack against one of the computer terminals. No one dared move, but cast their Optics downward, to see the human on the floor, red liquid pooling beneath her. Even Soundwave stopped in his rigorous work and turned to see what everyone assumed.

"It appears that our little princess is no more." Megatron said in a snide tone, almost with a chuckle in his voice, not at all regretting that he may have just offlined his sparkling.

Dreadwing, knockout, and break down, who were all on the bridge, we're all laced with Fury at Megatron, and concern for Rowan. However, in fear of Megatron, just as they had for millions of years, they did not move. Dreadwing was Furious. He questioned how on Earth he could serve a master who would harm his own sparkling.

In Voss, the old seeker capital, harming your own sparkling was punishable by Death. Sparklings were sacred, precious things. No one would dare harm a little one in seeker territory. Dreadwing wanted so badly to rush towards Megatron, to make him pay for all he had done. However, he could only just stand there, unmoving, tears rolling from his Optics. That was, until everyone heard a sound.

No one expected what they saw. Looking over to where the princess had landed, she was getting up. She was making her way towards her platform, which had been thrown on the ground, and surprisingly not damaged. She was leaking the human blood from a large wound in her head from where she had hit the computer terminal. She had a blurry, dazed look in her eyes. There was no fear. There was no anger. There was nothing. She got on her platform, and got it floating. No one spoke, no one moved. Not even Megatron moved. Everyone just watched as silently, the little princess floated out of the bridge, as if she wouldn't die from that head wound.

Dreadwing was the first to get his composure back. He ran after the little princess, and much to his surprise, he found her at the doors that led to the upper Flight Deck.

"What are you doing?" Dreadwing asked, barely able to contain the sorrow in his voice.

Rowan stopped in her tracks, and turn towards him. She did not say anything, but through the blood coming from her head, Dreadwing could see a very sad, apologetic look on her face. She rhen turned away, and before Dreadwing could stop her, she went through the door to the flight deck, and her platform carried her away, until she was lost among the clouds.

Rowan did not know how much time passed. She just knew she had to keep flying. She knew she was losing a lot of blood, and a lot of energy. However, she knew that as long as her platform could float, she would float too. She had no idea where she was going. She didn't really have the sense to contact the Autobots. She just kept floating in a straight direction, or wherever the wind decided to turn her. She hadn't noticed her platform getting lower and lower, or herself slowly losing consciousness, until she realized she wasn't floating anymore. She was just awake enough to notice that she had been caught in a big net, before the injury finally took over and she faded from Consciousness.

However, before her mind completely faded away, she heard a male voice saying, "Sir, I think we found the one you're looking for."

Beep.

Rowan didn't know how long she had been out, but she did know that when she woke up, she wasn't bleeding anymore. However, she noticed that she was tied to what appeared to be something of a hospital bed, and she was in some sort of military headquarters. There were some men standing up on a high platform, looking down at her.

"Ah good." a voice that sounded far too much like her sire for her liking said. "Our guest is finally awake."

"Who are you?" Rowan asked, trying not to show any fear, or how weak her voice sounded.

"We are Mech." the man said in a flat voice. "More importantly to you, I am Silas. I must say, as we are always on the cusp of melding man and machine, I am honored to meet someone who does that just by being who she is. I never expected that human and cybertronian could meet and make such a wonderful creature. You are indeed a true work of ingenuity. My sister did very well for herself."

Rowan had known of these Mech people. They were the ones that took poor breakdown's eye. she knew how obsessed they were with getting cybertronians and their technology. However, that last thing the man had said threw her off.

"What do you mean, your sister did very well for herself?" Rowan asked, looking at Silas in a straight face.

"Do I resemble anyone you know?" Silas asked.

Rowan thought for a moment, and then it hit her. He had the sharp features, the commanding face, and the same color eyes as her carrier.

"I see you have discovered the truth." Silas said. "Maggie and I both wanted this world for ourselves. We were both very focused on technology and ingenuity. We had worked together. However, she had told me she had met someone, and they had fallen in love. I followed them around to ensure that she was not spilling any secrets about what we were doing, and it turns out the day I decided to follow them, was the very same day when Megatron told my sister who he truly was. They absconded together, and I had not seen her since, until about three years later, when she told me she had had a daughter. She invited me to see you, but I declined. After all, I was too busy. how is my dear sister doing?"

"She is no longer with us." Rowan said, the sadness clear in her voice.

Silas was a bit taken aback by this. "How did it happen?" he asked, only the slightest hint of sorrow in his voice.

Rowan told the story of her entire life leading up to this point. She included everything about how her sire had made her so Furious, and how she was no longer loyal to him. She left out however, how much Silas reminded her of her sire, and how much she was desperately trying to think of a plan to get away from these guys, and get to the Autobots.

"Let me just say, that I am very glad you are here." Silas said. "After all. I believe we are all very interested to see what the perfect combination of human and cybertronian looks like up close. You will certainly prove an excellent experiment, especially considering how much we have gathered from our other test subject."

Silas gesture to his left, and when Rowan looked, she was horrified. Lying on a metal slab next to her, almost completely gutted, was the commander.

"Starscream, no." she said, nearly crying. "What have you done to him?" Rowan shouted to her uncle.

"Do not worry." Silas started. "He is still alive, but only barely. I have to say, even with his pain receptors dampened, his screams are still horrible. His voice is like Nails against concrete. in any case, we will not have to endure them for long. Today is the day we fully dissect him. you have no need to worry, if my experiments prove fruitful, you will join him in cybertronian hell."

"No!" Rowan shouted, Silas did not hear her and ordered the men to begin the full dissection process. "NO!" Rowan screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt a surge of energy run through her, as if she was being powered by something she didn't even know existed. She didn't know what happened, but after a bright flash of light that blinded everyone, she was free from her chains, and Furious. Looking to the tiny humans that made up Mech, she yelled at the top of her lungs, "I! SAID! NO!"

The people of Mech, even Silas, were surprised to see that where there was once a small girl who fully resembled a human, there was now a large silver cybertronian. Her helm was rounded at the top, unlike the bucket shaped Helm of her sire. She had one single green optic on a faceplate that was glaring at them with intense anger. Her body was bulky, much like her sire"s. She had no symbol to indicate who she was, only large very pronounced shoulder spikes, and Claws that could do some serious damage.

Summoning energy she didn't know she had, her right arm transformed into a large Fusion Cannon much like the one her sire had. She looked to all of them and said in the angriest voice she had ever uttered, "THIS! IS! FOR! STARSCREAM!"

The Mech humans tried to fire at her, but they were no match for the power of her Fusion Cannon. In a matter of literally 30 seconds, everyone, including Silas, was nothing but Ash on the floor.

Rowan did not even reflect on how she had just transformed for the first time, or how she had managed to rid all cybertronians of a great threat to them, she only just went to the commander, scooped his tiny, far too light frame, in her arms, and cried bitterly. She called his name over and over, but he did not wake up. She could hear from the extremely faint humming of his spark that he was alive, if only barely. It was then that she called the Autobots, and hoped they would come to her Aid.