The large technorganic continued to buzz and mumble to himself as he pieced his decimated form back together. As his newly super-enhanced self-repair systems were finishing closing the gaping holes in his armor he rose unsteadily to his feet and took in his surroundings. He blinked several times as his eyes focused on the bane of his existence, the spider-bot. She was unconscious, and he stepped forward anger radiating from him, preparing to finish what he had started when he stopped. It had taken some time, but his warped processor had finally come to a conclusion. All of this was Bumblebot's fault, if he had never been sent to the stockades he would have never come to this planet in the first place, never even met the spider-bot. Spider-bot could wait, but Bumblebot… "Bumblebot will pay…" He murmured as he transformed and took off, "Bumblebot will PAY!"
Blackarachnia shakily rose to her feet, and the small earth animals fled in fear. She looked around. "This definitely isn't Dinobot Island… umf!" she grunted as her leg gave out. She fell on her knees panting heavily. At least I'm still alive, it's better than being slagged. She forced her aching body to transform to spider mode, and after one more nervous glance at her surroundings scuttled towards the deep recesses of the jungle. Yet unbeknownst to both Waspinator and Blackarachnia there was a third bot, who lay just outside the clearing. If one was not looking closely it would appear as though it were offline, for it lay unmoving and gave no energy signature. However, its armor was still colored, and, if anyone had been there to see it, a finger suddenly twitched and a pair of purple optics snapped open…
I don't own transformers.