So I was inspired (by myself lol narcissist warning) to delve into Kyra's character a little more. This is from the X-Girl doll creator on DollDivine.com. Since I can't draw for shit I use dress-up games to convey what I want. Hope you guys enjoy!

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"Come on," Miko crossed her arms, the corner of her lip quirked up as she watched Kyra strain and struggle on the bench. "You're weak sauce."

    The techno-organic rolled her eyes, giving one last grunt of strain before thrusting her arms up. A noticeable hiss erupted around her elbows, the piston-like joints compressing to compensate for the weight and sudden movement. Resting the bar on the rack, she carefully shimmied forward and sat up.

    "Six-hundred and eighty-five pounds is hardly weak sauce," She smirked. "Besides, I was just warming up."

    "It sounded more like you were straining your joints - again." Ratchet barked from his position at the computers, his cyan optics narrowing at her. "If you tear your joint, I will make you wait for it to heal naturally instead of allowing you to weld it."

    "Yes, sire," Kyra said dismissively, sharing a chuckle with Miko.

    Megatron stood within the base, unsure what to do. The presence of more humans made him uneasy; it was just more work to have to keep track of each one and make sure not to accidentally allow one to go underfoot. The littlest one stressed him out the most - Jack and Miko's sparkling was as wise as his father but as troublemaking as his mother.

The boy he had remembered from several Earth years back was now a full-grown man, though Jack continued to act much like he did before. Glimmers of similarities between him and Orion Pax were demonstrated often, and it was no surprise to the ex-warlord that Jack was planning to liason for the Autobots. Despite only interacting with him whenever the Agent Fowler visited the base, the job seemed fitting for him.

"Oh! That must be Bill and June," Miko said as the proximity sensors beeped, watching Kyra stand up and wiped the sweat from her hands and face. "Think she's gonna make you do the egg test?"

"She always makes me do the egg test," Kyra laughed, following the older woman toward the entrance of the base. Jack and his sparkling were on the couch playing video games, though they quickly shut it off when they realized June was going to arrive. They would both be in trouble if they were caught "rotting their brains out" while the mother - now grandmother - was around.

Megatron supposed he did not realize how large Kyra was until she interacted with Jack and Agent Fowler, who were both taller than Miko and June, and considered fairly average heights for humans. She towered over them by almost an entire foot, and even seemed proportionally larger all around - though he supposed it was no surprise, given her origins.

"Hey, I'm glad you could make it," she flashed June a grin.

"Yes, sorry I'm late," she pushed a strand of hair out of her face with her free hand, the other holding a large bag of items. "Is it okay if I bake the cake here? It completely slipped my mind - until I had arms almost elbow-deep in a patient and realized I had gone to bed without making it!"

Kyra laughed, opening her arms for a hug. "It's absolutely fine. The oven is clean, I promise."

"Ah, egg test," June said predictably, procuring a raw egg from her basket. Kyra and Miko shared a look, the latter rolling her eyes while the former plucked it from June with ease, showing the nurse with a raised eyebrow. She placed it in the other, and even crossed her arms and held it against her chest before offering the intact shell back to her.

It was then June relented and allowed the young woman to hug her, William "Bill" Fowler getting one as well.

"It's good to see you," the Agent said.

"Pardon my interruption," Megatron spoke up as June replaced the egg in its carton. "But what was the point of that display?"

Kyra made an expression that was a cross between a grin and a grimace. "Egg test," she repeated the term for the third time that day. "June invented it after . . . I got a little overzealous and snapped Jack's radius in half." Her eyes glanced over at Ratchet briefly. "June and Bill raised me when I was little, but at the time I was unaware of my own strength. I broke stuff all the time - wooden furniture, toys, silverware, et cetera. So when I ever wanted to do something June made me hold a raw egg to see if I was calm enough. If I cracked it, I had to take a few deep breaths before trying again."

"We had quite a few omelets," June laughed softly. "Well, Bill did. He's the only non-vegan that lives in the house."

"You mean the only sane person," Agent Fowler said under his breath, earning a playful glare from June.

"I need to get this cake started, or we won't have it until late!" She declared, quickly making her way down the stairs and toward a small hab-suite. It was modeled after a fairly nice house, with an enclosed area that gave Kyra privacy and semi-normal human life. It was two-bedroom two-bathroom for when she would invite her few friends over, and had a fully operational kitchen and a living space.

Megatron watched the interactions with vague interest, baffled by the social structure of the humans. They were so . . . fast. One moment they were talking with one another, and to him, and the next they had moved on to speaking to an individual.

"Does this mean we can't play video games anymore?" Jack's son asked, sounded disappointed.

"Unfortunately, I think grandma would pinch our ears again if we did that," Jack ruffled his hair. "That's alright, we can find another game to play."

"私たちが何を話しているかを推測するなど。" Kyra grinned.

"That's hardly fair," Jack whined. "Miko and Shirogane were born speaking Japanese - and you're cheating! You just downloaded everything. I actually had to learn, どうもありがとうございました。"

"You're getting better," she laughed. "I almost couldn't hear the American accent. Does Miko's father still tell you I'm better?"

"Every time," Jack muttered. "He always asks if you're joining us when we visit."

"Oh, my dad likes you," Miko chuckled, squeezing Jack's shoulder. "My mom certainly loves you. He just has to be the man of the house, y'know?"

Agent Fowler broke off from the crowd and made his way over to the metal titans which stood quietly off to the side. Megatron surprisingly, was not doing much but observing. Though that would not last long - Shiro, if he was anything like Miko, would eventually make his way over and find a way to annoy the former warlord.

But the liaison was not terribly concerned about him, curiously enough.

"Hey, how you holding up?" He asked Ratchet, the medic all but glued to the monitors. The Autobot did not deign to look at the man, a strangely human way of lying.

"If you are referring to my health, I am doing quite well." Ratchet said deflectively, his typing pausing for just a moment before it continued as if nothing had happened. "And how are you? I understand you have reached the age where men begin to experience more health problems."

"If you're referring to my increased risk of butt cancer, I am doing quite well," Agent Fowler deflected right back, starting the Autobot just a touch. Ratchet had not been expecting the sass. "Doctor's say I'm clean as a whistle."

"I do believe you humans refer to that as TMI." The medic scrunched his faceplates a little.

Fowler sighed. "You know what I'm talking about," he said quietly. "So don't pretend like everything's great. I know twenty years is nothing to you."

Megatron tilted his helm ever so slightly, the only indication he was listening.

Ratchet stopped his typing altogether. "I'm fine." He glared ever so slightly at the man. "If it is of any concern to you, I am coping; quite well, in fact."

"That's all I needed to know," Agent Fowler said quietly, calmly. "Don't overwork yourself, doctor."

Kyra leaned against the railing, her expression carefully neutral. Her bright green eyes did not miss the tension in Ratchet's frame, speaking to Ratchet before he could open his mouth and further snap at Fowler.

"Ratchet," she rarely referred to him by his actual name, "if you need to go, you can. You know this."

The sire and sparkling looked at one another for an uncomfortable amount of time. They both sported surprisingly guarded expressions, standing with equally similar stances. Ratchet eventually nodded once, his optics downturned and jaw set as he left the console and transformed, driving out of the doorway of the base. Kyra seemed unfazed, Megatron wondering what that was all about when something touched his pede.

His protoform nearly jumped out of its frame, the small human lucky he did not instinctively thrust his leg out to kick it away. Shirogane gazed up at the titan, his neck nearly bent all the way out. His hazel eyes sparkling as his mouth pulled back to reveal his teeth in an eager grin.

"You're tall!"

He stared, feeling the gaze of each human boring into him. It baffled him that the organic was so close - did human young have no sense of danger?

"Indeed," he replied slowly, optics carefully trained on the youngling as he started climbing up his armor, managing to clumsily stand on what Kyra referred to as his "toes." The former Decepticon remained completely stiff, afraid that a single moment could damage the child.

"Do you speak Japanese like Kyra does?" Shirogane asked, his fingers wrapping around a slit in his armor. "'Cuz she says Ratchet can."

"I have the entire World Wide Web at my di - fingertips," Megatron rumbled, his frame crawling as he felt the squishy fingers touch his sensitive stabilizers. "I can speak all human languages."

"Shiro," Jack said cautiously, his eyes constantly flickering up to Megatron as he approached. "You shouldn't climb on him, he probably doesn't like that."

"あなたが私を捕まえることができる場合にのみ！" Shiro challenged, laughing and starting to climb Megatron like a rock wall.

"ゆったりした!" Megatron lurched as Shiro slipped on his slick protective shell, his digits carefully wrapping around the shrieking youngling. The warlord's reflexes proved adept as he caught Shirogane before he could fall and hit the floor. The child looked up at him with surprised eyes, the pair sharing an ex-vent before Megatron knelt down, and gently deposited him next to his sire.

"Th . . . thank you," Jack said warily, checking Shirogane to make sure he had not suffered any injuries. "See? That is why you don't climb Au - Cybertronians without their permission. You could get hurt."

"Sorry," Shirogane swallowed, still a little shaken from his near-fall.

Jack carefully walked him away from Megatron, distracting him with something else while Miko and Kyra chatted aimlessly. Eventually, June was finished with two cakes - one vegan and one non - and the humans performed the birthday ritual before the two items, singing and cheering as Kyra blew out the candles. The young woman laughed, keeping her bright orange hair away from the flames. They shared cake and conversed eagerly, Kyra updating them on what was going on around base and June telling her some funny hospital stories.

Ratchet was absent from the festivities, but it dawned on Megatron that perhaps this day was not wholly for celebration.

It was only another couple of hours before Kyra bid them goodbye, everyone wishing her Happy Birthday as they departed. The techno-organic looked happy, her expression content, even with the absence of her sire. Strangely, instead of immediately returning inside, she quietly slipped out of the door, Megatron left alone in the base.

He followed her, both curious and concerned, but found her not too far from the borders of the base. Her EM field and biosignature combined made her rather easy to track down, and when he rounded the corner of the furthest building he found her sitting against the side, gazing out at the horizon. The sky was beginning to turn a passionate orange and red color, and her eyes were quietly scanning the clouds.

"This is a rather . . . strange activity," he said, noticeably jerking her from her reverie. "Are you well?"

"Yeah, yeah," she said casually, gesturing for him to sit. It was odd, but he did as told, placing his back against the concrete carefully. The stable wall held. "I just, you know, like to give a moment of silence. After I  . . . well, for lack of a better word, murdered my carrier."

"There is a better word," he interjected. "Lost. You lost her, Kyra. What happened was not your fault."

"My sire already gave me the gorey details," she eyed him. "I'm not disillusioned, nor a child, Megatron. I know exactly what happened."

"Was he the one who referred to it as a murder?"

"Well, no," she confessed. "I came up with that by myself. But . . ." she took a breath. "I killed her, it's that plain, and simple. And I know that he blames himself, but he's not the only one involved. I should be at fault too."

Megatron did not know what to say to that, allowing silence - what she wanted - to settle between them. His processor worked to come up with something, unsure how he felt about her words. It made him wonder how long she thought as such; did she live her early sparkling years believing she had Dana's blood on her hands?

Her fingers traced the seams along her arms, Megatron instead asking a different question.

"Has Ratchet . . . left for every birthday?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yes. He has never stayed to celebrate - but I don't blame him. For me, this is the day I was born - which I personally think is pretty great. But for him, it's the day his . . . friend died, partially because of him. Partner, I guess, but that implies there was something between them; and by what I've been told, it was never like that. Even at the end. But! Bill and June have always celebrated; like I said, they raised me when I was little. Naturally, Ratchet couldn't really do that, but he was most certainly an active part of my life every opportunity he had."

"Did they make you aware you were different?" Megatron watched as she fidgeted with a scarred seam.

"I mean, it was obvious," she laughed. "I have a spark, T-Cog, and Cybertronian neural net. Most of my internal body, actually, is Cybertronian - my skin, hair, and eyes are the pretty obvious parts that are organic. I've got a spleen and some bits and pieces of kidneys, large intestine, and . . . uh, reproductive organs. Along with bone marrow and a semi-organic cardiovascular system."

He glanced at her again. "You are capable of transformation, then? And consuming energon?"

She nodded. "I can eat human foods, but I'm lactose intolerant and have a tough time with carbs and sugars. Energon is my main source, since most of my parts require it. Transformation-wise . . . it's complicated. I'm too human to do a full transformation - doing so would crush my organic organs and kill me. I can utilize my weapons systems," she gestured to her arms. "But if I'm not careful it hurts like scrap. And I can't supercharge the energon and let it sit; it cooks the marrow in my bones. I've already had two transplants and I don't really want another."

"That is what the scars are, then," Megatron deduced, "and why your face and neck are spared."

"Sort of," she laughed a little, though it was bitter. "I went through a phase where I wasn't using my weapons, or transforming much at all. My organic skin began to grow over the seams; and when I went to transform," she shook her head. "It was probably one of the most painful things in my life. My body lacks several human-grade hormones, endorphins included, so I am extraordinarily sensitive to pain. Now I make sure to shift everything around at least three times a day, just to be safe. I also wear a bit of makeup to blend my face and neck out, to look a little more human."

Nodding slowly in understanding, the warlord gazed off toward the ever intensifying sunset. Her life sounded like misery and torment, yet the techno-organic spoke of it as if it was an everyday occurrence. He could understand it being a fact of life for her, but it had to be difficult. Surely Ratchet had to do an enormous amount of research and scanning to ensure that whatever he gave her did not kill her. She was both insanely strong, and yet so fragile.

"It is extraordinary, what you are capable of," he said. "Despite what many would consider a hindrance."

"I can agree with that," she grinned up at him just a bit. "I'm pretty great, if I do say so myself."

She could have sworn the silver titan rolled his optics, laughing quietly. A question nagged at her mind, and deciding it would not hurt, even on this day, she asked.

"So, what did you think of my carrier?" She tilted her head up. "Ratchet told me you and her knew one another, but never went into great detail."

Megatron affixed his optics on the horizon, thinking.

"Dana . . ." he mused, "she was both very foolish and yet very astute. Her knowledge of boundaries was nonexistent and yet somehow she understood when a line was crossed. Our, relationship, for lack of a better term, was at first purely cat and mouse. She was most certainly the mouse, but more often than not it was her which initiated the chase. Initially I indulged only because it was something new; to taunt and torment a human was different than doing the same with an Autobot, and she seemed abnormally receptive to the attentions. Then . . . there was an accident."

"You broke her back," Kyra filled in helpfully, the ex-Decepticon surprised at the relief that she knew. "Among other things - Ratchet called it a miracle that she had survived."

"A miracle would have been her rising from the dead," Megatron replied with amusement. "For her, surviving such injuries was expected. But it changed her, and I am sure the knowledge of her carrying you was a large factor as well. She became much more withdrawn and quiet, and at first I believe it to be purely my doing. Normally, I would have not paid much thought to any of it, but your mother was an enigma I was driven to decipher. I believed that by mending her spinal cable I would then be able to further solve the mystery, and bring back what I believe drew me to her: the spark within her. What you humans referred to as a fire. But, the surgery could not be done without risking her life and yours."

Kyra nodded a little, listening intently to what he was saying.

"So I kept her aboard the Nemesis and had your sire and my own medic and scientist care for her. It was a few Earth months before the Autobots seized my ship, my spark was extinguished, and she, I am assuming, was returned to Earth to carry you to term."

"Yes," Kyra confirmed. "My sire told me about how Unicron revived you, and what happened after that. You left."

"I did, and it was perhaps one of the most selfish things I could have done," Megatron admitted. "I do not disillusion myself and believe I would have saved your mother, but I could have at the very least been there, given our history. She was the reason I returned to Earth, after all."

The techno-organic had heard his reasoning, the mech not having to repeat himself. Though he probably thought his reaction was casual, Megatron had clearly been upset to hear of the passing of Dana. She had meant something to him, and Kyra would not be surprised if the vice versa was true.

"But I am thankful to hear that you survived, Kyra," Megatron addressed her for perhaps the first time. "I can say with conviction that she would be proud of you. And despite the pain he fosters in his spark, I know that Ratchet loves you more than any other thing in this world, and Cybertron."

"Oh stop," she said, her hands flying to her face. "You're going to make me cry. And that's not only gonna ruin my makeup, but leave a blue stain on my skin!"

He could not help but chuckle just a little. "My apologies," he said, allowing his digits to dig into the sand a little. As the last few rays of sun began to disappear below the horizon, Kyra surprised him by placing an unexpectedly delicate hand on his sharp digit. Her green eyes were focused on the darkening sky, and what appeared to be a weight was gently lifted from her shoulders. Though he had not thought much about it, it appeared that for the first time the techno-organic was at peace.

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First note: I used Google Translate for the Japanese translations, as I know nothing about the Japanese language and know no alternative sources that could help me with translating. So, if you know the language, and I need to make corrections, please comment down below and tell me what needs to be fixed! It would be easiest if characters were used, so I can easily copy and paste what I need to change. Thank you!

Second note: Yes @BumblemusPrime I did make a "Shiro is Jack and Miko's son" reference (though I have never seen Voltron lol sorry) and thought about you every time I wrote a little Jiko, because you're probably the biggest fan of that pairing that I know of.