(Grub ^^)

     (Y/D) was intent to kill whoever woke her up, grumbling as she realized it was just a buzzard that landed on her helm.

         "Not dead," she growled at it, swatting the detrivore away with a servo. She then realized she was not on the ground, but propped up, held by the servo of a flier who barely knew how to take off without stalling. She tried her best not to wake him as she lifted his servo from her side, ducking under it.

         "To be mean, or not to be mean," (Y/D) contemplated.

Leaving through a groundbridge, the femme came just before the wide open doors of the base, where most everyone was still celebrating. Smiling, (Y/D) formed another groundbridge just above her helm and to the left, the changed form of Smokescreen falling straight through.

         "Decepticons!" he jolted awake, but was unable to get up with the awkwardness of his new wings. The mech looked around groggily, then up to (Y/D) with a glare. His current position reminded her of a turtle.

         "That's for making me cry last night," (Y/D)'s smirked, then went to celebrate the fall of Darkmount with the others.

     The first to greet her was Miko, not to surprisingly.

         "Can I see Ruckus?!"

         "No way," was the instant response, "He's insane."

         "You made him that way," Ratchet huffed, turning from his computers for once, "If I remember correctly, it's faulty wiring, you're just too lazy to fix it."

         "FAULTY WIRING?!"

Before (Y/D) could tell the min-con 'no', Ruckus was already trying to attack the medic, his dangerous behavior a rather sore subject if anyone other than his creator mentions it.

         "Let me at him!" Ruckus demanded, being held back by his translucent blue wings, (Y/D) near exasperated, knowing Ratchet knew this would happen.

         "So cool," Miko's eyes sparkled as she looked at the symbiote that was only a bit taller than her.

         "Is that the 'Miko'?" Ruckus pointed, now simply hanging by (Y/D)'s closed digits, his attention no longer on the slightly smug medic.

         "Yes, that's the human, her name is Miko."

         "Whatever," he crossed his tiny metal arms, rolling his helm back, "Can I-"

         "No, but you can meet her without hurting her."

The femme set the psychotic fairy down, and he yanked his wings from her grasp.

         "So cool!" Miko ran around him as she grew more excited, startling the symbiote. He resisted throwing her off the platform as she began to poke at him.

         "Not even a scratch?" he asked his creator, who shook her helm, finally being joined by Smokescreen, who was helped up by Bumblebee.

     Ruckus tolerated Miko, though was rather grumpy... until she touched his wings. The symbiote shrieked, and flew up into the rafters, scaring the poor girl. Miko fell to the platform, her hands earning several deep gashes from the slightly pointed metal that acted as traction.

         "What in sam-hill is going on out here?" Fowler came storming out of his office, much to everyone's chagrin. Ruckus returned to (Y/D), said femme glaring at Ratchet in a 'I-told-you-so' kind of fashion. In the bond between Cybertronian and Symbiote, Ruckus commented about how rude a human can be.

         "Miko found an enemy," Ratchet explained simply, taking a quick glance at the slightly injured girl, not wanting to admit that he was slightly worried.

Fowler pointed at (Y/D).

         "I suggest watching your step."

         "It wasn't my step that was to wide, sir," she retorted, "Miko crossed an unknown boundary with one of my symbiotes, it was her curiosity that caused the ruckus."

Several snickers were heard, even from Miko, no longer being butt-hurt about the ordeal as the last bandaide was added to her wounds. Fowler, with a scowl and a huff, returned to his office, slamming the door.

         "Just your usual little ray of sunshine," (Y/D) sighed, a hip stuck out to support her loosely fisted servo.

         "That's my line."

Wheeljack.

         "And in comes happy times himself."

         "Only you would know that, 'Con-job."

         "Ooo, right in the spark, Auto-aft."

         "(Y/D), the humans," Ultra Magnus chastised, though they were lost when it came to the Cybertronian lingo (of course it didn't take much for Raph to figure it out, who had his nose promptly buried in his computer).

     To change the subject, Miko piped up again, asking if Megatron's heir had any other symbiotes like Ruckus, or even Laserbeak. (Y/D) gave an award winning smile, her single sharpened denta no longer as menacing as it once was.

         "Sure do! Grub, eject!"

The tiny scorpion-like symbiote came from his hiding place with a pop, attaching to the railing of the platform with his tiny metallic legs, six in all, just beside Miko. Grub peered at her with beady, dome-like optics with a blue hue, much like Ruckus' wings. His sharpened tail twitched, making Jack, who was just brave enough to come near, flinch. He knew the dangers of scorpions, and this one looked just as menacing to him. Miko had other ideas as she let the arachnid climb onto her arm.

         "Uh... where does he not like being poked?" she asked this time, not wanting another symbiote angry at her.

         "He'll take whatever attention he can get," (Y/D) chuckled, "And don't worry about his stinger, it's electric." This statement was aimed at Jack.

         "Still a foreboding factor," he watched as Grub skittered to be on Miko's head, peering at him. The girl giggled as she tried to make sure the bug wouldn't fall off, though Grub could take care of himself.

         "Don't get me wrong though," (Y/D) began to admit, "He's as dangerous as a Scraplet when he wants to be."

         "Was that supposed to assure me of anything?" Jack asked, watching as the oriental took Grub from her head and began to tickle his under armor, making him squirm and click in his version of giggles and pleads for her to stop only Cybertronians could understand (and Raph).

         "He's cuter than a Scraplet," Miko stopped tickling him and hugged the creature.

         "Do you have any others?" Raph had finally brought himself out of his computer and came to the railing.

         "Yes, but they aren't as friendly. Grub's been spying on you guys so is more comfortable, Ruckus wouldn't have shown himself if Ratchet hadn't insulted him." She sent the medic a pointed glare, who merely shrugged, mumbling a short 'it's true' before bringing his attention back to his computers.

         |:They can't exactly become comfortable around us if they stay hidden:| Bumblebee noted, and (Y/D) knew he was right

         "That's what I tell them, but they insist on learning about you through me."

         "That's how it's been for quite some time," Optimus nodded, a small, soft smile on his faceplate, "Hasn't it, Mune?"

     A short giggle came, almost childish, but it had a maturity to it, and from (Y/D)'s calves shot out several shards of pointed metal that formed into the metal owl Optimus knew as Mune.

         "Most certainly Abbah." She flapped the constantly moving metal shards to land on his outstretched arm, "Though I don't mind if you are around," her sharp beak moved, each detail made by a single shard of metal held together by their constant moving alone.

         "Children, this is Mune," Optimus introduced the skeletal bird, who bumped her metal head to his helm, "The second eldest of (Y/D)'s symbiotes."

         "Wow," Miko marveled at the creature, Grub still in her arms, clicking at the bird.

         "Careful, or I'll eat your new toy too," Mune glared at the scorpion, who was clicking angrily, his tail sparking slightly.

         "By Primus," (Y/D) shook her helm, "both of you, return."

Mune gave Optimus one more cuddle before gliding back to her creator.

         "I suggest at least warning them of you-know-who," she advised before disappearing in tiny shards, going back behind the armor of (Y/D)'s calves.

         "What's that mean?" Arcee questioned, just in front of Bulkhead.

         "Nothing," the Decepticon heir shook her helm, "just another symbiote."

         "How many you packing?" Mikos finally let Grub go, and he crawled his way back under (Y/D)'s armor.

         "Just four," she shrugged, still earning several surprised looks from all but the three oldest of the Autobots.

(Note: Scorpions ARE arachnids. Some glow under black-light as well and their eyes vary between four to twelve -several pairs on each side- they also navigate by starlight, having such a high light sensitivity. Just a cool lightly factoid!)

(This is Mune ^^)

(I'll have a picture of Ruckus at some point. I need to draw him... I might be able to draw Smokescreen's changed for as well, but it will take time, so be patient! Thanks for reading!)