Hey everyone, just wanted to let all you followers and repeat readers know how grateful I am for the favorites and the interest you've shown in this story. Even when its not on the front page I'm finding new people favoriting and following. So to all of you, Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Now, I've gotten a few reviews and comments from readers who were pretty sure they knew what I had in mind as far as plot goes. Yeah I know that after people read the first chapter the whole Miko techno-organic thing could be seen a light-year away, but from now on I promise; unpredictability my name will be thus. Starting with how Miko reacts to seeing her Dad again after all the scrap thats happened. But then again this is Miko we're talking about.

Now the embarrassing bit. One of the reviews of the previous chapter informed me that I've been misspelling Miko's family name, and that it is Nakadai instead of Nakadi.

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Frag me.

This mistake will be avoided from now on, but as my last attempt at correcting an error in an already posted chapter ended in the loss of said document, I'm not gonna mess with whats already up and posted. But I've wasted enough of your time with this notice, NOW! ONTO THE CHAPTER!

To say Motormaster was in a foul mood would be the understatement of the decacycle.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!"Soundwave deactivated his audio receptors but kept a close optic on the hulking destroyer. Motormaster ripped another tree out of the earth, roots and all before throwing it like a twig over the tree tops, only to shift his servo to a blaster in the same motion and obliterate the trunk in mid air. He roared again, already grabbing and lunging for another tree, but Soundwave knew he should at least be thankful Motormaster was taking his fury out on the fauna and not his squad. The three remaining stasis locked soldiers, if they could be called that, were in bad enough shape as it was. The last thing they needed was Motormaster going back to his old habits and beating their already dim sparks within inches of joining the well.

"I had them," he snarled to himself, "I had that rodent dead to rights, and what happens?! MORE AUTOBUGS!" Soundwave in his customary fashion said nothing, letting the stunticon leader vent as he recorded the rant. "And a Wrecker on top of it all! GRRR, Why the slag is this planet so interesting all of a sudden anyway?! Pfeh, slagger's probably sweet on the fle..." He stopped, and Soundwave noticed his optics were now searching and focusing.

"The fleshy," he repeated in a much calmer tone as he looked at his left servo. "The girl." He shifted his servo to its path blaster mode. That was one of only two true advantages Motormaster had over the other Decepticon commanders; it was near impossible to tell what he was thinking when he didn't want you to know.

"The girl," he suddenly said, then actually laughed a little, vocalizer hitching into a rough growl. "Well frag me sideways." Soundwave decided the rant had gone on long enough, and opened a link to Motormasters heads up display.

:We need to begin scouting operations if we are to acquire a sufficient amount of energon: The Stunticon huffed and turned to the smaller and thinner mech.

"You can scout and scavenge all you want Wave," he barked. "I don't do scraps and leftovers. If I want it," He said shifting his right servo into a sword, "I'll take it from an autobots cold dead hands."

:Attempting to raid the Autobots and humans is suicide Motormaster: Soundwave keyed curtly. :Both their numbers and combat ability far out strips our own current capabilities.: The formatted text caught the stunticons attention, and it only took him a moment to catch the fliers meaning.

"Hmm, good idea." He smiled, "One thing though; we'll need Breakdown."

:Breakdown was off-lined roughly six solar-cycles ago by Airachnid: Motormaster couldn't help but scoff at the irony of the torture expert terminating the one mech who could actually see past her sadistic processor. :However: Soundwave added. :I have already made arrangements for his body to be repaired and returned to operational capacity as a drone unit:

"And just who is the one doing this little touch up?" Soundwave knew of the Stunticon leaders legendary distaste for organics and knew his reply had to be as vague as possible.

:A contact of mine here on earth. He has served me loyally and his mechanical skill is unparalleled on this planet: Motormaster was silent for a moment, resuming that unreadable shell Soundwave despised then reminded him of another reason to hate him.

"He's human ain't he?" To his credit Soundwave didn't flinch or react in any visible way, but thats why he wears the mask. "Well?" Motormaster asked, but Soundwave's silence told him all he needed too. "Hmph, all right then, lets see what he can do." Soundwave had to stop and process the stunitcons last words, before replaying a recording from the leader himself.

":Cybertronix please?:" But Motormaster just shrugged it off as he walked back into the cave.

"You said it yourself he's already helped you out once," He said, unnervingly casual. "And if he knows his way around our Tech that's even better." He looked down at the stasis locked chassis of one of his teammates, black and red color scheme faded from lack of energon. Motormaster scoffed then unceremoniously kicked the inactive mech in the side. "Primus knows none of these glitches know anything about repairs." Soundwave took a moment to ponder this; he had planned on having to keep the nature of his contact a secret from an organic prejudiced Motormaster, but it seemed something had caused the King of the Road to change his opinion somewhere down the line.

He could only hope then that his contact's demeanor would not play against this new acceptance.

The first inkling Miko had was when Ratchet stopped his repair work on Bulkhead to look at Jack and ask him to clear the hangar. Ratchet never looked at someone and gave an order while operating on a patient. Never. Her best friend only looked at Ratchet, then nodded to her before walking off to clear the room.

She couldn't see much from her bed on the control platform, but she could definitely hear Jack shouting and moving the small maintenance crew repairing a set of busted over head lights out, his voice joined by Fowler's, signalling the Directors arrival. And judging by his tone he was in a foul mood. She heard the hangar's smaller set of doors close, then the metal accented foot steps as the agent and director ascended the catwalk while Raf opened the ground-bridge. The familiar electronic bubbling and swoosh was followed by a muscle car engine ticking down, then the click of doors opening and closing.

Miko swallowed hard, she knew she was shaking and her skin had broken out in chills. For a moment the air in the hangar seemed to grow heavy, until Fowler broke the silence.

"Mr. Nakadai," he said respectfully, offering his hand as the ground bridge deactivated. "Welcome to Operations Base Omega Two. My name's William Fowler, Director of."

"Where. Is. She?" Dynomo growled, cutting the director off sharply.

"...Up stairs," Fowler said flatly, letting his hand and gesture fall to his side. The elder Nakadai just glared at the shorter man and silently walked past him, his gaze lingering for a moment on the younger of the two, particularly the bandages wrapped around his head and left ear. All the while Jack was taking in just how different Miko and her father were in appearances. Jack knew he was at least six foot, roughly the same as Fowler, but Miko's old man was at least a head taller than either of them. That and he'd never exactly pictured Miko's father carrying a samurai sword on his back, but this was Miko's dad after all.

Dynomo stopped suddenly, pausing to look up at Ratchet and the still unconscious Bulkhead. It wasn't lost on the medic the glare the man was giving them, only its meaning. Nor did he understand why the man's eyes seemed to flash green just before he looked away and started up the steps. Jack moved to follow him, but found his way blocked by Miko's Uncle.

"No," he said, "sis is someting they have sort out between dem." Jack only needed a moment to understand Rodney's words, then remembered that Miko's sudden cybernetics wasn't the only bombshell dropped on the japanese family lately.

"Rafael," Fowler called up to the catwalk, waving the young teen down. Raf nodded, locking the ground-bridge controls before nodding good bye to Miko and making his way down to the floor. He paused for a moment on the steps when he saw Miko's father coming up, only for the man to move to one side and let him pass. Raf, thinking quick, bowed to the man as deeply as the steps and his balance would allow, then slipped past him. The dark skinned man held the boy in his gaze only a moment before continuing up the stairs.

Raf reached the ground, and ran over to Jack and Fowler, anxiety written all over his face.

"This isn't going to go well is it?" He asked as Ratchet crouched down on one knee so as not to seem intruding on the Nakadai's conversation.

"It all depends on Miko," the autobot medic said quietly, "her initial reaction could determine whether this reunion begins the healing of their shared grief."

CRASH! The iv landed ten yards across the hangar.

"... Or devolves into a venting of frustrations."

The humans below cringed as Miko roared, tossed the heart monitor toward and down the stairs, Her father swearing in Japanese as she moved onto the defibrillator, respirator, before grabbing the energon infuser and throwing it like a sack of wheat. This did not sit well with a certain Medic.

"Miko I needed that!" Raf and Jack cringed and lowered themselves a little closer to the ground as Miko yelled again, then threw her bed over her head and out across the hangar. Wheeljack made a note of the final resting place compared to where it started and came to a quick conclusion regarding Miko's father.

'He's slagged.'

It was also after getting a hospital bed lobbed at him that Dynomo decided he'd seen enough.

"MIKO NAKADAI!" He yelled poking his head up beyond the safety of the stairs final steps. "PUT THAT SPACE BRIDGE CONTROL CONSOLE DOWN THIS INSTANT!" He glared at his daughter, one crouched low to the ground, the other holding a part of the ground-bridge controls over her head, her entire right arm now fully transformed from the shoulder down, as well as both of her legs below the knee's while slivers of deep purple armor plating had slid out and over her tattered clothing to rest over her left shoulder, drastically contrasting her eyes.

"Miko," Dynomo repeated softly, coming to stand on the control platform across from her. "Please, put it down." Miko just stood there, but as she did her breathing slowed and her eyes shifted from wrath to an emotion more fitting of the tears flowing from her eyes. The green glow in her eyes faded, and whether her grip failed by design or accident, the console fell back out of her grasp. Dynomo was already by his daughter's side when the machine hit the floor, wrapping her in a hug and letting her sink to the floor sobbing in his embrace.

Miko couldn't take it anymore. Seeing her father and hearing his voice had broken the dam she'd been building with her anger. She collapsed into the familiar embrace, the same one that had comforted her when she hurt herself, and when her first boyfriend had dumped her.

"Its okay Miko," Dynomo said between sobs of his own. "Its okay, I've got you." Her throat wasn't letting her form the words she wanted it to, the only thing that came from her was crying sobs, and it seemed Dynomo was about to join his daughter in distraught. Then, just as he did when she was a very little girl, he started to softly rock his daughter back and forth in his arms as a low sound started from his throat.

At first it was just a hum, then came words. Words Fowler, Jack, and Raf slowly realized were neither English nor Japanese. But two present did recognize the sweet melody, one from cycles long passed, another from countless nights in the med bay as carriers held their energon starved sparklings close.

"By Primus," Ratchet gasped in a hushed tone, earning Raf's attention.

"What is it Ratch?"

"Its... a lullaby. A Cybertronian lullaby." No one said a word as the song continued, the low tune invoking a kind of involuntary reverence. But even as the beings below held their tongues, above their heads that was not the case.

Dynomo was not sobbing as his daughter was, but he could not stop the tears flowing. Every note he sounded, every lyric that passed his lips brought with it a memory, each more dear to him than the last.

Buying their first house, and the unexpected pains of moving in while Mikahura was still pregnant with Miko.

The summers spent with Mika's parents at the lake, teaching Miko to swim when her grandfather wasn't trying to show her how to play mahjong or go.

Watching Miko take her first steps, Mika cheering her on as they held their arms open for her.

...The night they met. A chain of events neither of them had seen coming but would never forget. Looking into her eyes for the first time, warm amber that burned with compassion and abandon in the same fire. Feeling the security of his hand in hers, her body against his, and knowing that even if the whole world rejected him that he could always find love welling from her heart.

The day Miko was born, a split moment that had arrived at the end of an hour stuck in Tokyo traffic combined with what had felt like an eternity in the hospital room, but in an instant gave way to the greatest moment of his entire life. The moment he finally held a squalling, red faced infant wrapped in hospital blankets in his arms. His daughter. His baby girl.

Miko wished her throat would cooperate and her mouth would work so she could actually tell her father what she was feeling instead of breaking down in his arms like a scared kid. She was angry at her father for not telling her the whole truth and lying to her her whole life, not to mention the thousand and one smaller petty arguments they'd let build between them.

But more than that, she was scared. Scared of coming home and not hearing her mom call to her from another part of the apartment, scared of not being able to tell her about all the little things that had happened on her last trip.

But if loosing her Mom had unmoored Miko from the safety that was her home life in Tokyo, the revelations covering her body had sent her into the eye of the storm. Everything she had ever held as truth, was a lie. Everything. All of it.

"...Why?" She finally managed to ask, still crying where she sat in her fathers arms. "Why didn't you tell me?" Her father knew the single question held two queries.

"W, We," Dynomo choked, pausing before gathering his strength. "We wanted you to be happy. You're... Mother and I," he said letting Miko away from him, so their eyes met, "We wanted you to have a normal life. We didn't want you to share our pains."

"...How long did you know? About Mom's..."

"The year after you went to America," He said solemnly, "You're mother, came home from work early one day and..." He collected himself, remembering the sight. "She hadn't bled like that in years. We went to the hospital, Dr. Saegusa." Miko fleetingly remembered him, a few of the check ups he'd given her when she was a child, a kind man smarter than his job. "Three weeks later he diagnosed your Mother with Ovarian Cancer. ... He gave her four months."

But instead, her mother had fought for over five years. Never letting her pain slow her down or keep her from enjoying what little time she had left with her family. Time she and Miko could have spent together, instead of thousands of miles apart.

"I should have been there," Miko sniffled, "If you guys had just told me I could've."

"No," Her father sighed. "The decision not to speak of it was your Mothers. She didn't want her pain taking away from the life you were building." Now Miko felt the weight of her own secrets crashing down on her, secrets that the last few hours had revealed were more entangled with her own life than she had ever imagined.

"Dad, I... I'm sorry. For not telling you and Mom about." But her father cut her off.

"No, I am the one that must apologize," He said firmly, helping Miko to stand back on her own feet. "It was my decision not to tell you about your heritage, but I promised Her. I promised your Mother that when you were ready, you would know the truth about where you come from. The whole truth." He looked around, but his gaze settled on Ratchet, a gesture the medic took as the signal to stand. He closed his eyes a moment and took in a deep breath, only to expel it a moment later. "No more hiding. Director!" He shouted down, looking over the rail at Fowler and the two young men beside him. "These are secrets I shall not repeat."

Confused only a nanosecond, Miko quickly understood what her Father meant. A great many secrets were about to come to light, and it wasn't a tale he cared for.

It was only a minute before Fowler, Jack and Rafael had ascended the stairs to the control station, Rodney trailing behind them as Ratchet stood close by. Dynomo did not doubt the existence of a recording device somewhere in the room, but now was not the time for hesitation. He glanced up at the Autobot medics optics and steeled himself.

"I told you," he said to Miko, "That I withheld the truth about your heritage. I had my reasons, but chief among them was my wish that my past life would not come to haunt your own." He glared at the symbol emblazoned across Ratchets chest plate. "But I see now that cannot be avoided. The truth is this Miko. I am...not human. Nor am I a native of this world."

"You're cybertronian," Ratchet said gravely, earning a nod from the elder Nakadai.

"Yes. I am of Cybertron. I was given the designation Dynamo by my Carrier, a name I found translated easily when I arrived here. I was raised in the dojo of Dai Atlas, as well as his...other students." Ratchets optics widened at the designation.

"The Metallikato Master. Dai Atlas and his twin Yoketron were among the most respected warriors on all of Cybertron before the war." Miko quickly connected the dots between Ratchets information and Her fathers rarely shown combat prowess.

"They...adopted me," Dynomo admitted with his head hung low, "After my Carrier joined the Allspark. They trained me to become a warrior of the Elite Guard." It was Jack who provided the next link in the chain.

"So when war broke out across Cybertron."

"Yes," Dynomo said as if confessing to a crime, "when the fighting began I found myself drawn to the battlefield. For a warrior, there is no greater purpose than that which demands combat." Unsurprisingly, and in typical doctor fashion, Ratchet had already begun to piece together a profile of Miko's Father.

"When did you leave Cyberton, and why?"

"I left to escape the war that was tearing our planet to sheds," He said with just a hint of venom creeping into his voice, "I do not recollect the date. All I know is it was after the Siege of Praxus."

"Megatron's Folly," Ratchet said mysteriously, earning the curiosity of Raf.

"Whats that?"

"A name Rafael," The medic explained, "Coined by the Autobots after the Siege of Praxus. You see, when the war broke out, Cybertron's lawful defense forces were by no means prepared to quell an uprising, much less a full scale rebellion. In the beginning, Megatron's army seemed unstoppable, crushing his opponents wherever they dared face the warlord. It wasn't until He laid siege to the citystate of Praxus that the Autobots were able to muster a true resistance, and make the Decepticon war machine falter. The battle crippled much of Megatron's army and it was shortly thus the war became a stalemate all across Cybertron." He paused for a moment, optics flickering slightly before he spoke again.

"Your designation, Dynamo. I do not recall any Autobot who went by that name during the war."

"So," Jack shrugged, remembering his own time on Cybertron tracking down Vector Sigma. "It is a big planet after all."

"Yeah," Fowler said unexpectedly grim, "But after a battle the infirmary gets pretty small." Dynomo had remained silent throughout this, but his posture was not that of one politely waiting his turn.

"... There is a simple explanation for that," He said looking at the floor, anywhere but His daughter's eyes. "I ... wasn't an Autobot."

The words hung over the room like a cloud, but for Miko it felt more like ice had just been poured into her veins. She looked down at her arm and legs, the colors of the plating and energon lines suddenly making a great deal of grim sense. Hers was not the color scheme of an Autobot. They were Decepticon colors.

No one dared speak, until the silence was broken by the last being expected to do so.

"I thought I recognized that voice." Everyone looked up and turned when Wheeljack suddenly transformed and stood beside Ratchet, moving the medic out of the way with his shoulder. Dynomo swallowed hard and approached the Wrecker at the edge of the platform. "Dynamo," He said glaring down at the man. "Long time."

"Not long enough I think," Dynamo replied, matching the larger cybertronians glare.

"Twelve hundred decacycles," He answered hardly. "You know, humans have a saying: All wounds heal with time." He shook his head, a small smile on his face plates. Then he swung his servo and swatted Dynomo clear across the hangar.

"DAD!" Miko screamed running for the stairs as Ratchet turned on the Wrecker.

"WHEELJACK What in the name of Primus are you doing!?"

"What I should've done at Praxus," he said, his mouth-guard sliding over his lower face-plates as he drew one of his swords. He stalked toward Dynamo, the smaller cybertronian just picking himself up from the heap he landed in. He put his feet under him and looked up to find Wheeljack's frame looming over him. "I've been waiting a long time for this." He gripped his sword with both hands, raised it over his head and swung down. But before his optic could register the movement, Dynamo had reached back to his own blade and drawn the sword across his profile. No one was more surprised than Wheeljack when the tiny sword stopped his own.

"Just because my size has diminished," Dynamo growled as his green eyes began to glow, "Does not mean I have allowed my strength to follow it! ReAAAAAAHHH!" He shoved up and back, pushing the much larger cybertronian away from him. Wheeljack stumbled only a moment before he regained his footing, as Miko attempted to bolt across the hangar to her father, only for her best friend to hold her back.

"Miko no!" Jack yelled, grabbing her untransformed arm, and thanking Primus her previous strength was failing her. She continued to struggle as Dynamo and Wheeljack began to circle one another, swords held ready as the others in the Hangar looked on. Fowler was about to have a stroke, and the way he snapped at Rodney showed it.

"Don't just stand there STOP THEM!" But the smaller man only scoffed.

"HA! You want ME to gets between dice and slice over der?! NO-Ho Tanks! I happen to like being alive."

"Ratchet!" Fowler yelled up to the medic, who only shook his helm.

"I'm afraid I must agree with Roderick. I would not advise anyone to come between two Metallikato warriors during a personal dispute. The result would be ... messy." Miko watched her Father and fellow Wrecker circling on another, their swords held in almost identical stances, but there were differences.

"Hmm," Dynamo hummed eyeing Wheeljacks pedes. "You've shortened your stance."

"Lets me move faster indoors," he said flatly, noting the Nakadai's own footwork. "You're slower than you used to be. Whats the matter, age catching up with ya?"

"No quicker than it is coming upon you Brot."

"DON"T!" Wheeljack suddenly barked, calm complexion lost in an instant. "You lost the right to call me that a long time ago Traito."

CLANG!

Everything stopped when something bashed against the hangar doors. Both swordmechs turned by pure reflex to face the noise, just as another rang out. Then came the roar, a sound like scraping metal and thunder, and loud enough to make Dynamo stumble back in surprise.

"What manner of beast IS that?" he asked not taking his eyes off the door. His answer came in a groan from Wheeljack.

"Ah scrap. Should've left the door unlocked." Without warning a set of three hooked claws ripped through the door, slicing down the middle like knives through hot wax. It then bent and rent the door in half, prying the metal apart until it was wide enough for it to enter with its wings folded flush against its back. Both Wheeljack and Dynamo found themselves staring down the massive form of a Predacon dragon, then to the shock of the two newest arrivals, it transformed. Before they knew it, the dragonoid was replaced by a towering broad shouldered mech with pale blue armor accented by blood red horns sprouting from his shoulders, and bone white plating doting his frame. Skylynx looked around the hangar, yellow optics lingering on the new human cowering behind Fowler, then on the human standing beside Wheeljack.

"...Am I interrupting something?"