Wing AU story clip, Brainstorm 1

“Brainstorm…” Chromedome put his hands on his hip, staring for a long klik at his friend. A gold vosor looked down at tired copper tinted optics as the other hunched over mech slouched lower over his current charge.

 “No.” Brainstorm said lowly as he edged closer to the softness that was between his arms, his face nudging one of the feathered appendages lightly.

 “Shouldn’t you at least get to your recharge berth?” Chromedome said as he moved over closer to the jet.

 “Nooo...” Brainstorm said in his lowered voice, the natural harmonics were wavering a bit to reflect his own tiredness, “Shhhhh Chromey... he’s recharging.” The mech’s wings perked up as his next words had a distinct proud edge that reflected in his field, “He was gliding all day...!” the jet’s wings wiggled and swept back, as Brainstorm stared down at the exhaustedly sleeping organic, one still fluffy tan-brown wing twitched still, still removing from more work then what Raph was used to.

 Chromdome cocked his head as he watched his best friend slowly shift until one large but gentle finger could be edged over and petting the twitching wing. The weapon smith was flushing his field with reassurance that had Raph settling back down into his nap.

Insecticon Liaison 01

The woman stood out coming into, let alone being around the N.E.S.T. base, or any bases linked to the military branches that worked with their Cybertronian allies. The ones majorly hidden near a city or isolated in the middle of nowhere like this base, so the mecha could stand up and walk around freely. The woman popped a chocolate doughnut hole in her mouth with her bare hand, chewing as she looked around at the secure parking lot, noting that the normal cars were all there at this time, plus a few more than normal. That, more than the mandatory search of her packages was what had the woman sighing, it meant there were visiting officials that likely had no idea what really went on in the day to day activities (and shenanigans) that happened on base. Things not put on the digital reports, or the old fashion way of paper work.

She really hoped they wouldn't put too much of a fuss about her looks again. New people always did, and in turn were almost intently dismissive of her, underestimating the 'punk-goth-kid' despite her successful track record working with the beast former mechs. Even long before the N.E.S.T. agency recruited her for being the liaison to her boys, though hearing some hire ups calling her a handler always made her throw something at them for insulting her friends.

"Almost done Miko," The dark haired soldier said beside and once the woman offered the already cleared box with her sleeved arm, he took one of the doughnuts. "And don't worry about them, even if they try and kick you out, the bugs will be activating in a half an hour."

"And the real bosses will be yelling at me to get back and why I wasn't on station." Miko rolled her eyes, and then smirked. "At least it will be logged why I have to leave if they kick me out again."

The guard chuckled, he like several others now knew it took all of half a day normally of stalling the woman from coming onto a base before she was rushed in. One time, and it was only once, did it take a day before Miko was called to come back to work without being 'properly attired.'

She grinned at the thought, waving at the guards that weren't close as she was cleared at last. However the woman willingly surrendered one of the large boxes of mixed doughnuts to them before going. Miko didn't mind that, it was a consent thing now and she didn't have to pay for the order of food she had to get out of pocket anymore.

"Ooooh, is Brainstorm aloud out of the ship today?" She asked as the boxes were loaded onto a pallet and a hand jack pulled over, looking at a car chasing a human around, "Nice, wait... he's not bothering my boys is he?" They shouldn't really be 'awake' outside their nesting area yet but if there was enough chaos it might draw the inquisitive mechs out. To watch or add to the chaos.

"No, he's just been giving the visiting VIPs half-trama levels." The large man beside her shrugged, "It's been pretty funny listening for the distant yells."

"I hope he doesn't drive them to a bonkers point." Miko sighed, walking over to grasp the handle of the jack, "Thanks Harold," she added as the man had already pumped the hand jack up so she just had to pull it, "See you guys later!" The woman called, knowing she would be out shopping for more snacks in the afternoon, with time to spare for evening bonding and grooming session with the mechs. It was about that time of the week for the Insecticons to want to take over the 'pool' that was a part of their old nest. That at least was nice even if she had to spend the night, it was off base and she got the chance of flying.

That would be nice, even if she had to ride or drive there herself. The woman pulled her pallet, smiling as she saw Brainstorm standing on his own, wings twitching and arms crossed, in a clear miff over being ignored or more likely being rejected.

"Hey big guy!" Miko called, getting the attention of the mech, and once yellow optics were on her she waved, pick and blue hair shivering in her ponytail, "Hey hansom, how's our resident genius doing?"

"Horrible!" Brainstorm tossed his arms up before walking over to the smaller human, hands on hips he leaned over to watch Miko pull her pallet, "No one wants to let me test some new weapons, it won't take long..."

"Human size or your size?" Miko asked, flipping her sunglasses up and on now that she was out of the shade of the check point, and Brainstorm's shadow was at the wrong angle. "You know the higher ups don't like anything this close to cities. Or towns, or wild life." she let go of the jack to let it roll a few feet as she diverted to pat Brainstorm's nearer pede as he vented in the equivalent of a deep sigh.

Even knowing what was coming, Miko didn't mind as she lifted her arms in time not to have her arms pinned as the Autobot jet stooped and scooped her up. She knew the mech was very hands on with everything, and being sparkling sized... "Shouldn't you get me a drink first?" Miko asked quirking an eyebrow up as she rested her elbows on the metallic hand around her, one leg kicking in a slow arch, while somewhere to the side there was a yell of protest.

Miko didn't even look, after so many years with the Insecticons, she wasn't bothered by being picked up.

"Honestly," Brainstorm flicked his wings, holding them high in his annoyance as he barely glanced to the side where the humans who had rejected him were now looking back, "As if I would hurt you."

"Nah, you're too amazing to do that." Miko agreed, looking down to check on the jack, making sure it stopped moving. That stuff was bribery for her mechs. "Did you finish the thing?" She grinned up at the mech, seeing the first signs of a preening flier as she waved her right arm that was covered with a purple sleeve.

"Yes!" The Autobot fanned his wings out, some of the armor plats on long his shoulders and sides flaring for a moment- there wasn't a whole lot of difference between the mechs in some points of how they expressed themselves in body language. Miko knew she was one of the few who could pick up on the energy fields when close- Bombshell had confirmed that, but even if she was still learning to this day how Cybertronian body language worked, Miko couldn't understand how some people missed so much.

Brainstorm flared his wings when he was exited and Kickback shivered his into a study humming of sound. Ironhide only started growling after being annoyed and clicking came from his arms, Miko even realized Optimus got his poker face on (sometimes the mask) when dealing with the annoying so called humans 'in charge.' The more calm and stoic the Prime was, the farther Miko tried to be away from that situation.

Miko shook her head, focusing on being moved to Brainstorm's other hand, being set on the open left palm. The young woman, got her balance quickly, faster than many others and was proud of herself for not having to drop down. She walked towards the mech's wrist even as he moved to pull something out of a compartment in the same arm she was standing on. "You didn't add too much right?"

"Just a few things, but Ratchet wouldn't let me add any more." The mech huffed and shook his head before offering a case like object to the woman, "Don't open it where the annoyances will bother you- or! You can come back to the hip with me and I can install it?" The mechs optics glittered as his scans buzzed against the human.

Miko could feel the scan most in her shoulder, right arm, and that one spot on her neck, near the base of her skull, "Sorry hansom, but I have my colony I have to take care of." She sighed and then rolled her eyes, "You know how the bugs are, I'm apart of the colony now, and that is important, and why I have, well." She looked at the case and then her right arm. "But I'll be sure to check in with you and Ratchet after getting this installed."

Bombshell nearly, well he did take it as an insult if someone else worked on Miko after what he had done to save her.

"Be sure to, and I'm sure Ratchet will want to fuss, fuss over you." Brainstorm shook his head as she crouched to lower his hand down, his optics crinkling a little as the mech smiled behind his faceplate as the human walked down over his palm then fingers before hoping down to the pavement.

"If he can find me! But I'll get it put on today, thanks again Handsome!" Miko wiggled her fingers up at the mech, who wiggled his back before she started pulling the hand jack. Setting the new case on the palate of the normal morning goodies, where Miko could drop everything and grab it if needed. Before she left, Miko grabbed a fritter to eat on her walk to the hanger near the back of the base. The woman smiled around the fritter in her mouth when she had to use both hands to stir, the random assortments of charms jingling on her person as she made the hike.

Really, those so called higher up people try to hide the Wreckers, hide her bugs, try to hide any Autobot that showed personality.

Miko shook her head and sighed as she spotted the big long warehouse where the Inisecticons made into a new nest.

The woman smirked as she finished her fritter, wondering if anyone other than the Autobot mechs realized how big the colony really was. That most was in the true hidden nest.