The Spider and the Snipers.

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Well, this was quite likely the worst thing ever and Bluestreak was already plotting terrible revenge upon Jazz for leaving hir with monster-spider-Decepticon. At least ou wasn't alone with her. Keeping close to Moonshot just in case crazy femme decided to do anything wonky.

Doorwings up and twitching, alert for any surprises. At least Moonshot was a sniper too and they could talk shop.

"So 'shot what kind of guns do you have? Maybe when this tour is over we could have a show and tell. "

When nightmare spider lady was far FAR away. Preferably in the scope of hir sniper rifle.

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Moonshot had met talkative mechs before, but none of them could ever dream of holding a candle to the Autbots' resident chatterbox. Bluestreak, bless his spark, had elevated the simple act of making small-talk into a form of art. The little grey gunner hadn't stopped chattering since they'd left the relative safety of Cleaver and Jazz a short time before. His questions- on scopes, on projectile types, on affects of atmosphere on accuracy and distance- had proven a more effective distraction than anything short of high explosives.

"The better question is 'what kind of guns don't I have,'" He temporized, struggling to keep the manic glee such a question inspired out of his field. The last thing either of them needed was Monster-Femme picking up on someone's happiness and crushing it underpede. "I don't have ion cannons. Lost my Tarsian scrap a few planets back, still trying to piece together my old Oransi blasters, but that's about it." Still steadfastly ignoring Airachnid and her smug presence at their backs, he added, "What about you?"

Conversation: It's harder than it seems.

[airachnid]

Great, just wonderful. Having left the Nemesis for a break she didn't exactly think she was going to have to play babysitter to a bunch of wide eyed kids. She had made them walk in front of her simply because she could keep a better eye on them this way. Airachnid also was enjoying the not so obvious twitches to their frames, all because of her. What femme wouldn't enjoy being on the mind of such adorable and young bots? That thought alone made her mouth curl up into a semblance of a grin, nothing but wicked intent on her face plating and fangs visible.

Briefly she hoped one of them would find a random sinkhole and fall down to get trapped or stuck, that would at least make things more interesting. Idly she allowed the tips of a few of her legs to scrape noisily against the cavern wall as they traveled down one of the passageways. It was such a screech but the sound was music to her ears, she did have odd tastes so she had been told. Discordant music, screaming and crying cybertronians (or any race really but she had a certain fondness for her own), watching someone whimper and plead as their 'lifeblood' drained from them...ahh, such a lovely set of thoughts. The best was the begging, she loved to see how creative they got. Watching the two snipers she wondered if they would be beggars or the type to either be quiet or shout out insults, it was always fun to find out.

Her mouth moved as she mimicked the Neutral out of boredom. Claws clicking together till she settled them upon the hips of her frame. “Aww how lovely, you two can bond.” Yes, make friends, get closer. It was always so much sweeter to torture someone the other cared about in front of them, and to drag it out as long as possible. It had been entirely too long since she had indulged herself this way and it was a rather nasty habit she had. Sooner or later she was going to have to and there were already so many potential playmates! “Speaking of...bonding, there appears to be several loose and rather useless cables just hanging there. I'll handle it.”

She changed so that her lower half was that of a spider abdomen and twisted her frame so that her legs were carrying her up the wall. Soon she was upside down like it was no big deal and removing the cables from the ceiling only to drop them on the floor. Staying suspended and upside down she looked to the other two in her 'charge' and gave them a sickeningly sweet smile. “Make sure to keep your optics peeled for these things.” Violet, multi-segmented optics blinked at them a few times.

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Well, Bluestreak was royally disturbed now. just looking at Arachnid gave hir the heebie jeebies so to see her climb a wall as if gravity was more of a guideline than a rule made hir mesh crawl.

"Yeah, loose wires, gotta keep an optic out for those."

And on HER for that matter. Ou was suddenly immensely grateful that ou had ignored advice that there was no need to take hir guns along for the visit. Optics still warily watching the nightmare femme as ou replied to Moonshot.

"Most of mine are Cybertonian from on city state or another. I DO have some nice ones from Quintessa but how i got them is a long story."

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'Bond'. Right. Amazing how quickly a word meant to inspire affection and camaraderie turned into a threat when it came from the lips of a Decepticon officer. Airachnid's smile- and her blatant disregard for the supposedly-inviolable laws of physics- just made everything that much worse. Sure, walking up walls was a seriously neat ability to have, but... really? There were easier ways to deal with loose wires. Ways that involved guns and precision shots, for example, or such simple expedients as asking some taller mech to pull the glitch-fragging things down, but where was the drama fun in that?

Averting his optics from the sight of Airachnid holding court on the ceiling- and wishing he could so easily strike the memory of her saccharine smile from his memory banks- Moonshot shifted his attention back to Bluestreak. Cybertronians might not have celebrated Christmas, pers se, but that didn't mean mechs couldn't radiate the sort of impatient glee young children did come Christmas morning.

"You're going to have to tell me that one someday soon." Read: 'As soon as we aren't being tailed by the Femme from the Pit.'

[airachnid]

Airachnid knew the type of reaction she was going to get just by the type of bots that they were. It amused her to no end to tweak others, no matter what faction they were or were not part of. Fact is she was easily bored and found it necessary to constantly entertain herself with the torment of others. This was one of those times. She could have stayed on the Nemesis, and dealt with the ever increasing crazy that was their leader, Megatron. Thinking about him had her distracted and she just hung there on the ceiling for a good few minutes without actually moving anything. Like some sort of creepy sculpture dangling from the wall to frighten wary travelers she stayed still and then finally burst into sudden movement.

The movement would probably startle the other two and though that wasn't her intention for once it would please her to no end. Oh if she still didn't need to deal with the Decepticons and their ilk she would shoot both of them right now. The area was narrow enough to easily trap them up against a wall right now. Both of them, the Autobot and the Neutralist would prove to be very easy because neither of them knew a thing about her. There would be no drawing of a weapon and therefore no warning before they were pinned and useless, and utterly at her mercy.

The spider femme fairly drooled with sheer want, and rubbed a clawed hand over her mouth just to make sure she didn't give a secret weapon away. Keeping their faces, paintjobs and names in her mind she planned on going after them later, once her plans were well underway and it wouldn't matter whom she took and tortured. She had patience, it was necessary when you were a hunter but that didn't mean she liked it!

“the Autobot and the Neutralist, being friendly to one another but what about lil 'ol me? Is there a reason I do not warrant the same amount of camaraderie as the others? I have done nothing wrong to either of you, I would sincerely hope this wasn't a case of discrimination over me being a Decepticon.” It didn't matter to her if it was or wasn't really but it would matter to a lot of other people and she was keeping track of everything they did and said to her and in her presence. Getting them in trouble with others wasn't as satisfying as making them scream herself but it would have to do for now.