Post by rissa on Aug 1, 2009 15:30:52 GMT -5
"Perfect. Just beautiful."
Regardless of how many things changed around her, including whatever she twisted about herself to get the upper hand- there was always something about Blackarachnia that never seemed to change. Rather, it appeared to be the only thing that you could count on; the only facet of her jaded personality that really stuck around no matter what was going on.
It was her sarcasm. Much to the chagrin of others at times, naturally. The arachnid robot really had little restraint when it came to launching into nasty tirades about comrade and foe alike. When they weren't around, as the case happened to be now, that 'winning' personality of hers usually went to work on the immediate circumstances- or the environment she was surrounded by.
Right now, that was a nameless Jungle. A place crammed with all sorts of organic life, stuck on some Primus-forsaken patch of dirt in the middle of the ocean. Blackarachnia had no idea which of earth's numerous jungles she was in, or even how far it was back to Detroit. In the transwarp sort of 'explosion' that had transported her here, several of her systems had undergone some extent of damage. Nothing severe, but enough to set her back a little. Not that this sort of thing wasn't expected. Blackarachnia had seen more than her fair share of mishaps in her extensive existence. Karma sure liked to give her the short end of the stick.
"Looks like that wasn't the brightest idea..."
No, really?!
She gave a heavy sigh as she continued to trek around this horrible jungle in her spider-mode, all of her crimson optics straying around in some desperate attempt to find something, anything she could use to get herself out of this. No other Decepticons were near this area as far as she could tell, and they certainly weren't going to come to her rescue. Neither would any autobots- though she didn't want them to even try. Being captured and sent back to Cybertron in order to be dismantled was not her idea of a good time.
As much work as it was going to take, she had to get back on her own. At least she'd found her helmet during one of these patrols, she supposed. That way, she could hide her face..That disgusting, horrible, worse-than-dead thing that had nearly caused Sentinel to kill her. Well, if he'd had the ability and processor-power to anyway.
Blackarachnia stopped her patrol momentarily, taking the time to try climbing up one of the stronger trees in order to get a better view of the landscape. The sun was already starting to set on this side of the world, and while she could see fairly well in the dark, even she needed a chance to rest. Since she and Wasp had been transported here, the she-spider hadn't allowed herself even a minor break. She'd obsessively searched for ways to return, even going so far as to look for parts of Wasp- or rather, Waspinator as he was now called-'s body, trying to find and stimulate the section that caused the transwarp in the first place.
Yet, she couldn't find it. Or any part, for that matter. Which, meant only one thing- he'd managed to compose himself. Blackarachnia felt herself angry by that, a twinge of jealousy. See, unlike her, that bot she'd pretty much mutilated could fly. If that scatterbrain could put two and two together long enough to figure that out, all he had to do was fly out of here! Heck, he might have even left by now- meaning she was all alone. Alone with this organic life, which just seemed to be a constant reminder of her state and rubbing salt into a deep wound. Blackarachnia despised being put in this kind of position. If Wasp, Waspinator, or whatever new name he'd decided to go by was still here, she resolved to trick him into helping her out. To try and get another surge of energy that would teleport them somewhere else.
If she couldn't find him, well..she wasn't quite sure what to do. Blackarachnia would never resign herself to defeat, however. No, she wouldn't let this be the end of her! Someway, somehow she'd get back to Detroit.
And then it was back to chasing the Allspark all over again.
Regardless of how many things changed around her, including whatever she twisted about herself to get the upper hand- there was always something about Blackarachnia that never seemed to change. Rather, it appeared to be the only thing that you could count on; the only facet of her jaded personality that really stuck around no matter what was going on.
It was her sarcasm. Much to the chagrin of others at times, naturally. The arachnid robot really had little restraint when it came to launching into nasty tirades about comrade and foe alike. When they weren't around, as the case happened to be now, that 'winning' personality of hers usually went to work on the immediate circumstances- or the environment she was surrounded by.
Right now, that was a nameless Jungle. A place crammed with all sorts of organic life, stuck on some Primus-forsaken patch of dirt in the middle of the ocean. Blackarachnia had no idea which of earth's numerous jungles she was in, or even how far it was back to Detroit. In the transwarp sort of 'explosion' that had transported her here, several of her systems had undergone some extent of damage. Nothing severe, but enough to set her back a little. Not that this sort of thing wasn't expected. Blackarachnia had seen more than her fair share of mishaps in her extensive existence. Karma sure liked to give her the short end of the stick.
"Looks like that wasn't the brightest idea..."
No, really?!
She gave a heavy sigh as she continued to trek around this horrible jungle in her spider-mode, all of her crimson optics straying around in some desperate attempt to find something, anything she could use to get herself out of this. No other Decepticons were near this area as far as she could tell, and they certainly weren't going to come to her rescue. Neither would any autobots- though she didn't want them to even try. Being captured and sent back to Cybertron in order to be dismantled was not her idea of a good time.
As much work as it was going to take, she had to get back on her own. At least she'd found her helmet during one of these patrols, she supposed. That way, she could hide her face..That disgusting, horrible, worse-than-dead thing that had nearly caused Sentinel to kill her. Well, if he'd had the ability and processor-power to anyway.
Blackarachnia stopped her patrol momentarily, taking the time to try climbing up one of the stronger trees in order to get a better view of the landscape. The sun was already starting to set on this side of the world, and while she could see fairly well in the dark, even she needed a chance to rest. Since she and Wasp had been transported here, the she-spider hadn't allowed herself even a minor break. She'd obsessively searched for ways to return, even going so far as to look for parts of Wasp- or rather, Waspinator as he was now called-'s body, trying to find and stimulate the section that caused the transwarp in the first place.
Yet, she couldn't find it. Or any part, for that matter. Which, meant only one thing- he'd managed to compose himself. Blackarachnia felt herself angry by that, a twinge of jealousy. See, unlike her, that bot she'd pretty much mutilated could fly. If that scatterbrain could put two and two together long enough to figure that out, all he had to do was fly out of here! Heck, he might have even left by now- meaning she was all alone. Alone with this organic life, which just seemed to be a constant reminder of her state and rubbing salt into a deep wound. Blackarachnia despised being put in this kind of position. If Wasp, Waspinator, or whatever new name he'd decided to go by was still here, she resolved to trick him into helping her out. To try and get another surge of energy that would teleport them somewhere else.
If she couldn't find him, well..she wasn't quite sure what to do. Blackarachnia would never resign herself to defeat, however. No, she wouldn't let this be the end of her! Someway, somehow she'd get back to Detroit.
And then it was back to chasing the Allspark all over again.