Black Wolf
Chapter 1
It had been six months ever since the Decepticons had destroyed the Autobot base and sent Team Prime into a frenzy. Before the base was destroyed, Optimus Prime ordered Ratchet to bridge everyone else across America to avoid capture, and possible death.
Arcee and Jack had been sent to Oklahoma, Bulkhead and Miko were sent to Ohio, Bumblebee and Raf traveled to Florida, and Ratchet had bridged himself to Montana. None of the other Autobots knew if Optimus had made it out of the base or not.
Three months later, Agent Fowler managed to contact and round up the other Autobots and had supplied them with a new base. It was then when Ratchet immediately began constructing the things needed to rebuild their old lives. By this time, it was accepted in everyone's mind that Optimus Prime perished in the explosion. But the mighty Prime must have decided that his team needed him more than ever, because after Ratchet finished establishing a com link system, Team Prime received a message from their leader.
"I have been unable to travel far from the site of our former base," said Optimus, still in a weakened state, "But I have managed to evade from the Decepticons view for quite some time, thanks to the help of human aid."
Agent Fowler made arrangements to have the Autobot leader transported to the new base. Optimus received a hearty welcome from his team and some tears were even shed.
"Don't you EVER scare us like that again!" Arcee's stamina may have kept her strong in battle, but no emotions could be mask here, not now.
Now, things were finally beginning to return to normal. However, Megatron continued with his relentless pursuit against humankind and he showed no signs of stopping any time soon.
Arcee knew her mind should always remain focused on the mission, but in the back of her mind, one little, deadly detail left at the base made her wonder. Did it open? Did she escape? Or was she simply destroyed in the blast?
"Nothing could've survived that blast," She thought, "But, then again, Optimus survived. I-It could be possible."
But if Airachnid were alive, then she would stop at nothing to seek the ultimate revenge.
Pain. Completely unbearable pain. Airachnid felt numbness all over her body from it. She could barely move and, if she tried to move even a finger, the pain would only increase. She never felt anything like this. What was it the humans said? A taste of your own medicine? Well, it tasted terrible.
What had happened? The last thing Airachnid remembered was accidently stepping into a stasis pod after Arcee knocked her back. Arcee. The next time Airachnid saw her, she'd rip out her spark chamber 10 times over. But that idea was unlikely at the moment.
Where was she? Airachnid knew she was no longer in stasis. As she became more aware of her surroundings, Airachnid noticed a small cube of Energon sitting on a berth-side table next to her. It took all of her strength to reach out and grab the cube, bringing it to her lips. The taste seemed to fill her with life as she continued to chomp it down.
"Well, at least I won't starve to death," Airachnid said to herself. She chuckled at the idea, but the humor died when the door to her berth room opened. It was difficult to see in the limited light, but the voice that spoke was all that was needed.
"Well, my dear, it appears that you've finally regained some of your former strength. You recovered quicker than I thought you would." The mech's voice was smooth and inviting, but had a certain level of danger behind it.
"And who do I have the pleasure of thanking?" said Airachnid, propping herself up.
"A friend," said the mech, pushing her back onto the berth, "it's been a while since I've seen any one of my kind, especially a femme."
"You're a Decepticon?" Airachnid began growing alarmed at the thought.
"Hmmm… sides have not purpose on my ship. I was thinking more along the lines of kind, type of Cybertronian, if you know what I mean."
The mech stepped a little closer into the light. He had to be about Soundwave's height and built, give or take.
"But I see that you are in fact a Decepticon, which might –"
"Was," Airachnid corrected him, "I was a Decepticon. Until Megatron sent his mindless lackeys to terminate me."
"Oh, I see," The mech was silent for a minute, "Looks like I'm not the only one."
He reached out to stroke Airachnid's leg. She jerked it back and spat her poisonous venom onto his arm. Her eyes widened as it dripped harmlessly off his arm.
"Forgive me," said the mech, brushing off the remaining venom, "That was completely improper for me to do. But I believe it would be in your best interest not to try and kill me. You want revenge, don't you?"
"Yes," said Airachnid, wiping off a drop of venom from her mouth, "Who are you?"
The mech stepped into the full light. Like Airachnid, he was mainly a solid black color with a few highlights of green here and there. Six spider-like legs stuck out of his back, each of them were four times as thick as Airachnid's and ended with a sharp tip. His mouth curled into a fanged smile and his lime-green pupil-less eyes stared right into Airachnid's own.
"I am Black Wolf," said the mech, "And I seek revenge as well."