It had taken forever to get off of the backwater planet herself and Waspinator had been transwarped to, and Blackarachnia hadn’t managed to do so without a stowaway tagging along.
Maybe “stowaway” was unfair. Airachnid had been on said backwater planet for whatever reason, and now had decided to leave with Blackarachnia, wholly on the basis that she was “endeared towards another spiderbot like herself.” Not that Blackarachnia took the enjoyment from her form that Airachnid did. (She was quite unsure how the older femme had even come to her form. Airachnid was still wholly a technological being, not one warped into a techno-organic like Blackarachnia.)
“Stowaway” was technically unfair. It was Airachnid’s decrepit ship they took off-planet. But it was Blackarachnia’s comm codes as Chief Science Officer (thank Primus she hadn’t been stripped of her rank after her disappearance) that got them into the (relative) safety of Decepticon space without issue. Usually, there would be a very warm welcome for an unmarked ship, even one as small as Airachnid’s. Most ships did not survive that welcome.
The retention of her rank had Blackarachnia suddenly fielding what felt like five million messages as Chief Science Officer once Airachnid’s comms terminal had been connected to the Decepticon data network.
The ship was cramped, barely enough for one bot, let alone two when one was a Decepticon, though Airachnid was quite small for a warbuild. The messages and reports were a pile that were instantly leading to a strain in Blackarachnia’s processor, and though she did not have privacy, the contents were generally so dry that no other Con (other than Shockwave or any of Blackarachnia’s science minions) had an interest in what the Science Division was doing.
Little did she know of Airachnid’s interests.
The other femme had been obviously reading over Blackarachnia’s shoulders, not trying to hide her snooping as Blackarachnia read over some suggestions one minion had sent on the triple-changer modification process. That wasn’t surprising; Airachnid had problems with personal space the second Blackarachnia had met her. What was surprising was when she asked: “Why force a tank form onto him? Even adding in the coding for rotors would have been quite taxing on his jet-oriented processor since you did it in such large segments.”
Blackarachnia reset her optics. “What would you know about it?”
“Well, no Cybertronian’s born with extra legs like mine, even if I still transform into a helicopter. I did all the work myself.” There was the sound of Airachnid’s spider-like legs shuffling. “Small gradual adjustments worked for me. As you can see, I don’t have personality issues.”
Blackarachnia turned around to see the wide, taunting grin on Airachnid’s face. “What do I care if Blitzwing’s personality got messed up in the process. I got the results Lord Megatron wanted. His three forms work.”
Airachnid laughed. “Dear, I don’t say that because you need to care about your test subjects, but you certainly should take pride in your work. It sounds like you got lucky, not that you wielded your coding with expertise.”
“And what? You’re going to show me how to do coding like that?”
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FILL: Team Transformers
Date: 2024-07-08 10:35 pm (UTC)Canon: TFA (post-canon)
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It had taken forever to get off of the backwater planet herself and Waspinator had been transwarped to, and Blackarachnia hadn’t managed to do so without a stowaway tagging along.
Maybe “stowaway” was unfair. Airachnid had been on said backwater planet for whatever reason, and now had decided to leave with Blackarachnia, wholly on the basis that she was “endeared towards another spiderbot like herself.” Not that Blackarachnia took the enjoyment from her form that Airachnid did. (She was quite unsure how the older femme had even come to her form. Airachnid was still wholly a technological being, not one warped into a techno-organic like Blackarachnia.)
“Stowaway” was technically unfair. It was Airachnid’s decrepit ship they took off-planet. But it was Blackarachnia’s comm codes as Chief Science Officer (thank Primus she hadn’t been stripped of her rank after her disappearance) that got them into the (relative) safety of Decepticon space without issue. Usually, there would be a very warm welcome for an unmarked ship, even one as small as Airachnid’s. Most ships did not survive that welcome.
The retention of her rank had Blackarachnia suddenly fielding what felt like five million messages as Chief Science Officer once Airachnid’s comms terminal had been connected to the Decepticon data network.
The ship was cramped, barely enough for one bot, let alone two when one was a Decepticon, though Airachnid was quite small for a warbuild. The messages and reports were a pile that were instantly leading to a strain in Blackarachnia’s processor, and though she did not have privacy, the contents were generally so dry that no other Con (other than Shockwave or any of Blackarachnia’s science minions) had an interest in what the Science Division was doing.
Little did she know of Airachnid’s interests.
The other femme had been obviously reading over Blackarachnia’s shoulders, not trying to hide her snooping as Blackarachnia read over some suggestions one minion had sent on the triple-changer modification process. That wasn’t surprising; Airachnid had problems with personal space the second Blackarachnia had met her. What was surprising was when she asked: “Why force a tank form onto him? Even adding in the coding for rotors would have been quite taxing on his jet-oriented processor since you did it in such large segments.”
Blackarachnia reset her optics. “What would you know about it?”
“Well, no Cybertronian’s born with extra legs like mine, even if I still transform into a helicopter. I did all the work myself.” There was the sound of Airachnid’s spider-like legs shuffling. “Small gradual adjustments worked for me. As you can see, I don’t have personality issues.”
Blackarachnia turned around to see the wide, taunting grin on Airachnid’s face. “What do I care if Blitzwing’s personality got messed up in the process. I got the results Lord Megatron wanted. His three forms work.”
Airachnid laughed. “Dear, I don’t say that because you need to care about your test subjects, but you certainly should take pride in your work. It sounds like you got lucky, not that you wielded your coding with expertise.”
“And what? You’re going to show me how to do coding like that?”
The grin widened. “Well, if you ask nicely…”