Exile
by SMYGO4EVA
He thinks he's the king of this place, that lowly beast. The Decepticon femme thought, eyeing the Predacon as she strode down the outskirts of Cybertron. The Predacon adorned a scar running down his faceplate to his neck—Airachnid knew Cons like him; they were ruthless, they didn't take orders from anyone. He had a warrior's pride and ambition that brooked no foolishness. She loved those Cons, herself included.
I'll show him who is queen around here.
The femme's only goal here was being good and getting back home to her Insecticons, her devoted subjects, but there was always an opportunity to show the new ones who ruled the wretched planet even from the inside out.
"Predacon, you're the boss around here, right?" Airachnid called out from afar, upon the Predacon burial ground, seeing his claws curling around the iron floor, "You've seen a lot of change, good and bad, even before this planet's rebirth."
She curled her mouth into the wicked grin; there was no need to hide anything from this beast. "Why don't I show you how things work here?"
The Predacon turned slowly, and Airachnid soon stepped back a bit, almost shivering under his unbending eyes and dark stare.
"I am no one's boss, femme, I am a king. I think I will manage for now."
There was something stern and vicious about him that made the femme's fists clench, her optics narrowing.
"However, I could always make an exception." he responded, slowly turning back around.
Airachnid bristled, but then she smiled – she would show no fear to him, and there was always room, and plenty of time, for taming the beast.