The Golden Age on Cybertron was like that of any Golden Age, peaceful, that is unless you were at Macadam's Oil House. The music blared loudly as mechs and femme milled around talking to one another, drinking, and dancing. One such femme on the dance floors name was SilverStorm Pax, her body swayed in tune with the music. Her graceful, fluid movements caught the eyes of a certain mech, one who frequently came to Macadams after long days, and sometimes nights in the great arena of Kaon. He sat sipping his high grade as he watched her body move, she never missed a beat, the drink her hand never spilling as she moved about the floor. He was waiting for someone, though that was the least of his thoughts at the moment as the bright, blue eyed beauty continued to dance right into the next song as if the music never stopped.

"Megatronus?"

Megatronus snapped out of his thoughts as the mech sat down across from him,

"Orion."

Megatronus shifted his gaze back past Orion,

"Did you order a drink?"

He spoke half absent mindedly, Orion smirked, furrowing his eye brows softly. No doubt Megatronus was eyeing up a femme, what femme could resist a gladiator. Orion turned to see who he was… oh no.

"Not on your life Megatronus."

Megatronus shifted his gaze back to Orion. He blinked with a slight head tilt.

"What?"

Orion tilted his head back toward the dance floor,

"That femme back there that you have your eyes on…"

Megatronus cocked his head,

"The blue one, with the grey lining, she is…"

"My sister"

Megatronous's eyes went wide slightly,

"Your sister? You told me you had one, but I never imagine she was so beautiful…"

Orion crossed his arms,

"And one femme that you will not be putting your hands on."

Megatronus lifted his glass to Orion,

"No femme can resist me."

Orion kept his arms crossed,

"That's. My. Sister."

He stated again more flatly this time. Megatronus smirked.

"Don't worry Orion, I have no intentions of…"

"Orion? What are you doing here?"

Orion stood,

"Meeting with Meagtronus."

SilverStorm nodded,

"Pleasure to meet you, my brother talks about you. Said you two met at a Gladiatorial event? Surprising considering my brother is a pacifist at his spark."

SilverStorm smirked, playfully punching Orion. Orion twisted his face.

"I told you I was there for a purpose."

SilverStorm smile remained as Megatronus stood.

"Perhaps you would like to join us, it sounds as though your brother as not told you the whole story of how we met?"

SilverStorm nodded,

"I would love to…I am a little tired of dancing anyway."

She slid into the booth; Orion sighed as he slid in next to her. His eyes glaring at Megatronus. SilverStorm leaned forward.

"Okay spill how did a world-famous gladiator such as yourself get hooked up with a mech like my brother"

SilverStorm playfully jabbed him. Orion eyed Megatronus, shooting warning glances to him. Megatronus smirked, he found the archivists attempts to be threatening quite entertaining.

"The Kaon Gladiatorial festival, always a big spectacle. Your brother here sought me out, we got to talking about our political views, how we viewed society, and such and surprisingly have similar feelings. I am seriously considering changing my profession from fighting beasts to fighting the biggest, most aggressive beast of them all. The Council."

SilverStorm raised her eyes,

"High ambitions, you think the people will go for it? I mean they know you sure but as a fighter in the arena, and I don't mean the political."

Megatronus leaned back,

"Precisely, people know me. I intend to maintain my following but shift my focus to politics. Your brother here has been helping me with the specifies and legalities."

Orion nodded,

"We are currently working on his platform, and his exit from the arena."

SilverStorm folded her arms on the table,

"Well good luck to you, I hope it works out. Hopefully my dork of a brother here can be of some use."

She smirked at him; Orion just shook his head. SilverStorm was more flamboyant then him, working in Iacon had proved to be much to slow for the fast paced, grab life by the horns femme. Orion on the other hand had enjoyed working in Iacon, it was slow, and he loved learning. The amount of knowledge he had amassed from working there outweighed all his school years combined.

SilverStorm slapped her hands on the table,

"Well, this is my song I am going back out on the floor."

She winked at Megatronus,

"care to join me?"

Megatronus looked at Orion as if to say, see.

"Perhaps some other time."

He smiled while sipping his drink as SilverStorm left. Orion looked at him.

"I mean it Meagtronus, you touch her, and I refuse to help you."

Megatronus grunted,

"Relax Pax. I can have any femme I want with the snap of my fingers; I think I can resist your sister."

…..

SilverStorm couldn't help but glance back over to Megatronus. She knew Orion had been working with him, she had seen him on tv, and in the Daily Data Streams, but to actually meet him. She couldn't help but feel a shiver. He was as handsome as the news reports stated, no wonder femmes flocked to him. She shook her head as she danced, getting her head back on her moves. A mech like that could have any femme he wanted, why would he want a femme like her? A lower class, working femme when there were so much more prettier femmes out there. She sighed; besides he was her brothers friend and she had made it a promise to never get involved with one of her brothers friends.

…..

SilverStorm groaned as she woke up, she hated the early morning alarm. Due to her love for a fast pace with little down time she had taken a job at Praxius Manufacturing, they built anything from space shuttles to cargo shippers to mass transportation vehicles. Orders were consistently flying in, as the populace grew, and the golden age caused the economy to rise. She slipped out of her berth and down the steps of her small apartment building in Iacon. She and Orion shared a floor which contained two rooms, it was a small space but enough for two bots who were barely there. She hit the streets in her alt mode as she drove to Praxius.

She breathed in deep as she approached the factory, the smell of the machines hard at work got her pumped. She quickly jumped into work alongside her fellow co-workers as another day began.

"How are you so happy right now?"

SilverStorm glanced over to her best friend, Elita. Truth be told her mind was still thinking of Megatronus.

"I met this mech last night, real player but handsome. I mean talk about the looks."

Elita smirked smugly,

"I thought it was something like that."

SilverStorm laughed,

"He's my brothers friend."

Elita blushed slightly at the mention of Orion.

"Elita One! You still have a crush on my brother after all these years!"

Elita shushed her with a smile,

"No need to alert the whole plant to that."

SilverStorm twisted the wrench in her hand, tightening the screws on the new Sub-Orbital Shuttle the two were building. She loved teasing Elita about Orion, for years the dark pink femme had her eyes on Orion, all through school and even now. Though both knew Orion was much to shy to make any moves on her.

"I still say you should ask him out, if you wait on my brother you are going to be waiting a long time."

SilverStorm drug out the ending,

"My brother should be classified as the slowest moving object on Cybertron. I've seen space slugs move faster."

Elita dropped her wrench in laughter, she wrapped her arms around her waist.

"You missed your calling Stormy; you could have been a comedian."

SilverStorm shrugged,

"Sadly, most of… no correction…all of my material is picking on my brother."

Elita picked her wrench back up as the loud speaker crackled overhead.

"SilverStorm Pax, please report to the office, there is someone here to see you."

SilverStorm frowned,

"See me?"

"Your parent?'

SilverStorm shook her head no,

"Not till next week, huh maybe they are early. Be right back."

…..

Megatronus strolled into the plant, a young femme, purple and black paint sat at the reception. She gasped when she saw him,

"May I help you…sir?"

She stammered, Megatron smirked. He enjoyed the reaction he got from femmes whenever he was around.

"Yes, you can, is there a SilverStorm that works here?"

The femme twitched, a smile across her face as she fluttered her eyes.

"Yes, she does."

Megatronus reached for her hand,

"And I bet a beautiful femme such as yourself could get her for me?"

The femme squealed as he touched her hand,

"Of course, Megatronus sir, anything for you."

Megatronus leaned on the counter as the receptionist called for SilverStorm.

"She'll be up in a minute…. Can I get you anything?'

Megatronus winked,

"No but thank you…Lakira."

He eyed her name plate placed on the banister. Again, the femme squeal softly as he spoke her name and took a seat.

Megatronus waited as the door creaked open and SilverStorm walked through.

…..

SilverStorm crested the stairs, she peaked through the window of the door. Meagtronus? She felt her spark beat pick up slightly. Why was he here? She took a deep breath, act normal, act normal. She opened the door causing the mech to stand. She was cursing herself for her current state, grease smudges all up her arms and on her face.

"Megatronus? What are you doing here?"

Lakira swooned,

"He's here to see you."

SilverStorm looked over to the starry-eyed femme who was biting her lower lip.

"Keep it in your armor Lakira."

SilverStorm rolled her eyes as she lead Megatronus to the break room.

"Well what are you doing here?"

Megatronus looked around the grungy breakroom, he had seen worse. His eyes landed on SilverStorm.

"As your friend said I came to see you."

SilverStorm scoffed,

"Lakira is not my friend, she a low-down slut who will do any mech who buys her things."

Megatronus snickered,

"What's wrong with that?"

SilverStorm narrowed her eyes,

"Does my brother know you are here? I highly doubt he would approve of this?"

Megatronus leaned on the wall,

"You require your brothers permission to see mechs?"

SilverStorm straightened,

"No, not necessarily."

Megatronus smirked, she was the most gorgeous femme he had ever seen and that fact she wasn't afraid of dirt was evident by the grease smudges made her all that more attractive.

SilverStorm groaned, flicking her fingers.

"Yo, playboy eyes up here."

Megatronus twisted his face in a smile,

"You have spirit, I like that. Most femmes I met are to prissy to even look at dirt but you…"

SilverStorm crossed her arms, don't fall for him, he's just using words he knows you'll love.

"Yeah well some of us have to work, speaking of which I need to get back."

Megatronus pushed off the wall blocking the door with his arm.

"I am not going to let you go until you agree to something."

SilverStorm felt her spark jumped, he was gonna ask her out. She sighed, pretending to be highly annoyed.

"You are going to get me into trouble with my boss."

"Go out with me tonight, there is a new club opening. Techno Sonic Dance Club. And I know you like to dance."

SilverStorm grunted,

"Is that the only way you will let me go back to work?"

Megatronus smiled,

"Fine, I'll go with you now can you move? I have a quota to fill."

Megatronus lifted his arm as she walked under it. SilverStorm held her smirk back, she had a date. Her SilverStorm Pax, she had a date. She walked back out into the shop where Elita was wide eyed and waiting.

"Well?"

SilverStorm smiled,

"I have a date tonight."

Elita shifted her shoulder,

"Oh really?"

SilverStorm looked up toward the reception area, a thin window looked down into the shop, though one could hardly see through the dirt covered glass.

Elita's mouth dropped open,

"Megatronus, the Love of the Kaon arenas asked you out?'

SilverStorm smiled, she couldn't contain her excitement.

"he is so …. So …macho you know. Takes charge. He wouldn't let me down here until I promise to go out with him."

Elita giggled,

"I bet Lakira was jealous as all get out."

SilverStorm rolled her eyes,

"Thought she would overload just looking at him."

Elita lost it,

"I just can't with you."

…..

SilverStorm rushed home from work, she cleaned herself thoroughly making sure every grease smudge was off of her. She was examining herself in the mirror when Orion walked in.

"Evening brother."

Orion sat heavily on the sofa, exhausted from a long day.

"Where are you off too?"

SilverStorm smirked,

"Dancing."

Orion shook his head, SilverStorm was a good dancer there was no doubt about that.

"Be safe."

SilverStorm turned to leave, she felt almost guilty for not telling him.

"You know, I happen to have on good authority that Elita at home tonight."

Orion turned to her quickly,

"And that means what to me?"

SilverStorm opened the door,

"Better make a move before some other mech does."

She shut the door quickly, tonight she was going on a date and she was going to live this one up for all it was worth.