Author's Note: To those of you that read 'Spider Love' this is meant to be a more in depth version of Tarantula's story. Please enjoy! Yes, 'Carried on the Spider's Back' will also be included and more detailed. And for fun, tell any bots that you want to see make some form of appearance, I'll see what I can do.

Spider Messiah

Tula

On the planet Cybertron, in the city of Iacon, is where a being known as Tula came to be. He was an ordinary purple and green mech designed to be a four wheeled emergency vehicle, since he was to study the medical arts. Though he had never felt comfortable in his short bulky form, he did enjoy studying medicine and other sciences.

Tula also enjoyed studying other things, but one subject brought about concern. The more Tula learned about Cybertron's history and observed the current political events, the more he was sure that if Cybertron didn't change, there would serious if not violent problems.

With these thoughts in mind, Tula studied as hard as he could and took the most advanced classes available. He graduated with the highest honors and earned a position as a medical council apprentice. That is, a current medical council member would teach Tula what being on the council involved so that when Tula was older and had more experience, he would join the medical council.

Then, Tula went about setting up his own clinic in a district of Iacon that didn't have easy access to any of the already present medical facilities. The district was a little run down, but it wasn't slums yet. The building Tula bought didn't meet the standard size of a clinic, but he could make it work, and when things got going, he could build up (since the buildings were packed together he couldn't build out).

His mentors and peers didn't understand why Tula was putting himself in such a difficult position.

"Why would you set up a clinic in such a low place," one would ask.

"Because a lot of physical labor bots live there," Tula would reply, "I remember when I was a trainee at the hospital, and whenever a wrecker came through, they lost a lot of energon just trying to get to us."

"But why not just set a clinic up close by but still out of that pit?"

"Have you ever even been down there? It's not that bad. Plus that adds seconds of lost energon to the clock."

"Well, Wreckers sure as scrap aren't going to fit into that tiny building."

"That's why I'm working on a special procedure on how to respond when a laborer gets hurt. I'm going to tell the call to keep them in place and wait for me to get there."

"You're going to go to them?"

"Yep."

"Tula, you are making this way too hard on yourself. With all the rubble in the roads in that pit, you're going to have to run there."

"Practicing medical isn't supposed to be easy. If it's not difficult in some way, shape, or form, then you aren't practicing medicine. You're just handing out bills."

Some bots would just huff and leave, but others would follow up with, "Speaking of bills, half the bots down there can't afford medical care. How are you going to deal with that?"

"Work out payment plans and trade deals. Like, if a wielder comes in and can't pay, we can make a payment plan or I can bring in my tools to be fixed should they break."

"You're going to barter?"

"Why not?"

"Good luck paying your bills. Do you even have someplace to live and sleep outside of your clinic?"

"That's why I bought that smaller building, so it can't eat up so much juice, and I plan on living in the underground section of the building."

Tula had this conversation several times, but it didn't bother him. He just accepted that no one understood what he was thinking.

Unfortunately, most of the problems pointed out were true. It was difficult to get to bots that were too severally injured to be moved, and most bots in the area couldn't afford the most basic physical, but some good deals were made.

The Wreckers offered to do the construction Tula wanted in order to have more work and storage for cheaper medical care, and Tula being on call more often than normal medic would be willing to do. Tula was more than happy to take this offer up.

Other than that, Tula drifted through the motions for couple months. Until one day during delicate surgery, Tula finally got fed up with his bulky form. He kept hitting the table that had his equipment on it and knocking it all on the floor.

When Tula was still studying at the science academy, he took the rarely offered organic class. It was rarely offered because hardly anyone took it. Most bots looked down on organic life forms since they were often short lived and not as durable as a Cybertronian, but it was because of this that Tula was curious. He loved studying the mobile organics, especially the smallest ones because though they had the shortest life spans. Sometimes they were the most durable and deadly; like, the spider.

For fun, Tula had drawn out schematics for a spider transformer. He had even come up with a way to give the bot webbing abilities, but he kept it to himself though. He had gotten enough scrap for just taking the organic class, let alone playing around with animal bots.

After that surgery, Tula informed all his patients that he had to close the clinic for upgrades. He would inform them when the work was done. Tula prayed his recovery didn't take too long, or that something went wrong. He was sure he had it all planned out.

Author's Note: Penny for your thoughts (Review Please)