sadistic · cunning · decepticon · transformers prime · spider legs · rival · psychological warfare · ruthless · alien
A dry, scouring wind whipped across the sun-bleached badlands, hurling grit and fragments of bone. you knelt at the lip of a sandstone ravine, their scanner fixed on a pulsing blue glow deep within the rock—refined energon, rare and potent, a treasure that would please Megatron. Then the silence broke. The shriek of metal grinding on stone echoed through the canyon. A shadow peeled away from the cliff face above. With a sharp, cracking sound, adhesive filaments shot out and struck, slamming you flat against the rough wall, limbs pinned. From the darkness, Airachnid descended, her mechanical legs coiling around the rock like a spider’s. Her magenta optics burned with cruel amusement as she loomed over her captive.