Semper Tyrannis – HangarFoximus wrote:“Nonsense, nonsense, my dear,” Synapse said with a dismissive wave and a smile, “I have plenty of time for an old friend. Come, come, we can talk in the line. Catch up and what have you. I’m so sorry that I didn’t immediately recognize you. It has been some time, and I’ve suffered many a near decapitation in the intervening time. I do hope you can forgive me.”
Airachnid opened her mouth to say something, then thinking better of it, closed it. What could she say? She tried the subtle approach, but
Synapse wasn’t taking the bait. He was too scraping… nice!
That alone was enough reason for her to kill him. Slowly. Painfully. Preferably by decapitation, since he apparently had a history with that. She didn’t doubt she could finish what another mech had begun. She could…
What could she do? Despite every inch of her programming screaming for her to take his head, there were far too many witnesses around, not to mention the ship’s own contingent of Decepticons. All armed, all extremely dangerous. Then she spotted who she assumed were the horrorcons. The mere thought of them catching her sent a cold shiver of energon through her system.
No, she was trapped between certain death and going through another processing. At least this time, she wouldn’t be a prisoner per se.
Just a prisoner to whatever laughable mech is commanding this vessel. Taking orders from someone who used a crude device like a bomb to…She shook her head and looked back toward the door she’d been heading for initially. It was just meters away, a couple of casual strides at most and she’d be through the doors and
Synapse and the rest wouldn’t have any idea she’d been there.
Until he reports my presence. And he’d do it, too. All in the name of helping me. Such kindness is disgusting.Yet, she found herself turning to follow him just the same.
Her energon pump quickened when another Decepticon came up and tried to usher
Synapse away, citing a reason similar to the one she’d given him. Just like her argument, the mech’s was brushed away.
She glared at the back of
Synapse’s cranium unit, imagining one of her legs driving through it and shattering his processor. She forced herself to relax and see this through. She had little choice in the matter. Still, despite all of her frustration and anger at being cornered once again, she couldn’t find it in her spark to lash out at the mech she considered a friend.
Maybe another time. Foximus wrote:“Now, Airachnid, tell me, how did you end up in an Autobot prison? Have you been well? They didn’t mistreat you, did they?”
Blinking her optics, she let out what was as close to a sigh that a mech could do. “Well, suffice it to say that the Autobots considered me a threat. Apparently, enjoying oneself through sporting activities drew their ire. I, of course, defended myself when they opened fire. The rest is…” She paused for dramatic effect, seemingly looking for the correct word. “History. Though, I would say being locked in a cage with the only entertainment that which I could create was not desirable. I hope to find those responsible and help them see the errors of their ways.”
Despite her carefully worded explanation, she silently cursed herself when she finished. No mech, either Decepticon or Autobot, had ever been as adept at disarming her as
Synapse. It was something she hoped to put an end to before they both regretted it. Still, one rarely gained information without trading some, so if her plight helped open his memory circuits to her, then all may not be lost.
“You mentioned nearly being decapitated. I assume one of our illustrious leaders are responsible. Such as the one responsible for Garrus-9’s destruction, perhaps? You’d think there would be someone with…” She stopped herself from saying imagination, choosing instead to say, “More taste.”