Well, here's another chapter.

If you're wondering why these have all been so short, I just want to add some drama, so I stretch the story a bit. When I plot I divide up the chapters by content, and then try to write all the content in one chapter. Sometimes, wording is a pain, and I can get all I want in one chapter in about 600 words, so I add stuff to make it fuller and add more detail, but it's still a pain.

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Chapter 11

Silver Star sat near the door to her quarters, listening to the conversations on the other side of the door.

"Optimus, with all due respect, your daughter is a danger to the entire planet. You will have to choose between her life and the life of Cybertron." A council member spoke urgently

"I will not give her up," her sire spoke calmly, but with a frightening air of sternness. "We will save Cybertron and her."

"Optimus, bots are threatening to attack your home and take her by force, or worst, offline her."

"Some bots believe that offlining your daughter will shut down the bomb, so they are gathering others to force their way in here to take her and offline her."

Optimus gave them no heed. "I will not allow anyone to harm my daughter. I will take a team and sneak into the Quintesson ship. We will not try to destroy the ship, but only shut down the bomb controls. That will give the planet some time and spare my daughter's life. I have already sent word to Arcee, Bumblebee, and a few others. We will leave as soon as we are ready?"

"And what of your daughter?"

"We have that taken care of, "Elita spoke sharply. "but we will not tell anyone our plans. Now, if you please, we have to prepare to execute that very plan."

Star could hear the two council members get up and leave; as their door opened, she could also hear the angry voices outside, calling for her capture and death. After all she'd been through, with the Quintessons, Decepticons, and the like, this incident frightened her most of all.

As soon as the door to their home closed, the femme left her quarters. "Sire, Carrier…?"

"Star," Optimus wrapped his arms around her small frame. "Everything is going to be alright. We'll make sure you are kept safe, no matter what."

"How are you going to protect me when I have a bomb in my chest. I heard your plan, but the entire planet is out to get me."

"Not the entire planet." Elita activated her comlink. "We're ready." A groundbridge opened up in the middle of the room.

Thunderstruck walked out of the portal. "We're ready."

Optimus and Elita both hugged their daughter, kissing her forehelm. "Silver Star, Thunderstruck is going to take you somewhere where you'll be safe. We will come for you once the bomb is deactivated, we promise."

"But, where are we going?"

"Don't worry, Star." Her mech friend smiled, taking her servo. "We'll take care of you, trust us."

The little femme looked between her friend and her creators before venting and nodding. "I trust you. I don't like it, but I'll go. Sire, Carrier, I love you."

"We love you too."

Silver Star held tightly to her friend's servo as they went through the portal. They exited into a small private groundbridge room. "Is this the room in Ratchet's clinic?"

"Yeah, but this is just a pitstop." The mech typed in a new set of coordinates before activating the groundbridge again. "Let's go." He took her servo and pulled her through this new portal, setting the machine to delete their coordinates as soon as portal closed.

"There you are. I've been waiting."

As they stepped through, a deep voice spoke. Star quickly recognized the large mech before her. "Wait, Megatron?"

The former Decepticon leader laid his servo on her shoulder. "Indeed, now come along. I will hide you and your friend from Quintesson optics." He ushered the two young bots into his home before blocking the entrance. "We will keep our heads down until Optimus has disarmed the bomb."

Silver Star nodded. "Yeah, thanks for the help."

"You can have the room in the back all to yourself, we two mechs will stay out here."

"Thank you Megatron." The femme went into the room and flopped down on the berth. She had been so stressed with everything going on, but that was understandable. Transforming into her human form, she curled up on herself hoping to fall asleep and shove away all the horrible thoughts which plagued her mind. Laying her hand on her chest, she felt her spark beating underneath her flesh.

For a long time, she lay there, unable to get any sort of rest. "Star?" The door to the room opened and her friend stepped inside. "How are you doing?"

"I have a bomb that could destroy the entire planet in my chassis. How do you think I'm doing?" She rolled over closing her eyes as the young mech placed a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, I-I'm just scared. I don't want to die or be the destruction of Cybertron."

"You won't. I promise." The young mech helped her sit up before wrapping his arms around her. "I won't let you get hurt." He smiled as she leaned against him, closing her eyes.

Megatron came inside the room to see Thunderstruck leaning against the wall, his arms around a recharging Silver Star. The younger mech looked up at him. "She was scared, so I thought this might make her feel a little more comfortable."

"Does she know?"

"Know what?"

"How you feel?" Megatron rolled his optics. "You obviously have some sort of feelings for her."

Thunderstruck shook his helm. "I was going to say something about it before we found out about the bomb, but now is not a good time."

"Understandable. But I would tell her before you run out of time. Keep an eye on her; I'll stand guard." Megatron stepped out of the room, but the young mech could see the former warlord keeping an eye on them from outside.

They all sat in the small quarters, unable to do anything but wait.

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