(A/N: So. LOL. Here is chapter three! Phew! XD Hope you all enjoy it, and also, there is a challenge for you guys. "I am _, I have done terrible things, and I have no regrets." Whoever can guess who said that, and what movie/show it was in, I will write them a oneshot/short/long story of their choice. NOTE: If you have a story being done by me, you will not be able to win. Also, all guesses must be submitted to me through PM, comments on story will not count! ) Good luck.))
Chapter 2: Troubled Beginnings
Blackarachnia was still for several moments, unsure of the motives of her sister to keep the fact that she was the carrier of the sparklings from her own creations… How could Airachnid keep that fact from Area and Araneon? There must be a reason for it, so the femme remained silent and knelt down on one knee, placing a servo on the young mechling's shoulder, frowning. "Araneon… That's not at all true… If I… Knew your carrier well, she dearly loved you, and she would search all over the galaxy to find you again… You just might see her again one cycle." The black and gold femme offered the mechling a small smile.
Looking up at the femme above him, Araneon nodded once before averting his pale purple optics, Blackarachnia standing back up to her pedes and glancing over at Knockout, who looked uncomfortable but, thankfully, refrained from saying anything that would reveal her to be the carrier of the split spark twins.
Venting, the spider femme moved away from the twins and over to the tool tables, processor already working on different ways to make herself useful to her lord... As long as one kept their usefulness to Megatron, so could they keep their influence and place by the warlord's side... Of course, Blackarachnia had many 'friends in high places' as the humans would say... Including Strika, Soundwave, Scylla and several others in the officer's ranks.
"What are you doing?"
The question pulled the femme out of her thoughts and her red optics turned onto two little faces peering up at her from the other side of a worktable, curiosity bright in their optics as they watched the 'new' femme study the tools, Knockout snorting from nearby. "That is what I'd like to know." He called, obviously attempting to keep his own curiosity out of his tone, and failing miserably, making the femme's fanged smile form over purple lip components. "Dear Doctor, I thought you would've known me by now." Blackarachnia purred seductively, the cherry red medic casting her a glare before turning away with a snort. "Fine! Don't tell me then." He responded with a sharp ex-vent.
Blackarachnia felt amusement as she looked down at Area and Araneon with a fanged smile. "I am considering what sort of weapon to create for Megatron." She responded to the sparkling's questions, feeling a brief flicker of hope that maybe one of her sparklings would be interested in science as she had always been... But Araneon seemed to want to dash her hopes right away. "That's boring." The mechling huffed in annoyance while his sister frowned at him, her touchy temperament becoming clear as she swatted her younging sibling up the side of the helm, making him yelp. "That's rude you son of a glitch!" The slender sparkling cried, glaring at her brother with narrowed red optics. "Say your sorry!"
Rubbing his helm, Araneon turned his pale purple optics up onto Blackarachnia before looking away with a muttered 'sorry', causing the femme Decepticon to frown deeply. "Area. Do not strike your brother." Blackarachnia ordered before glancing to Araneon then back to her daughter again. "Araneon will have his own interests. He needn't be forced into anything that he decides he doesn't want." The black and gold spider added in a soft, careful tone.
Unseen by Blackarachnia, Araneon cringed... He was different... More different than many of the other Decepticons that he had been in contact with, and he harboured fear, guilt and shame within his young spark due to his differences that could not only bring harassment and discrimination, but possible punishment at the servos of his aunt, Airachnid... He shuddered and pushed the thoughts of his differences out of his helm. He mustn't ever speak to anyone about it. No one could ever know!
Blackarachnia turned back to the table, thoughtfully. "I think that I'd like to create a photon cannon for the Nemesis. If not a null ray." She stated, intelligent red optics looking over the tools then back up to Knockout, who had his optics locked on Araneon, causing the black and gold femme to frown and turn to look at the young mechling whom had a far off look in his purple optics. As she watched, a shudder passed through the immature, bulky frame, causing Blackarachnia to become concerned. "Araneon?"
At the sound of his name, Araneon jumped and turned to look up at Blackarachnia, purple optics wide before his frame and facial expression settled. "What?" He asked, confused by the way the larger Decepticon was looking at him before he looked away quickly.
Understanding the gesture, Blackarachnia didn't inquire anymore on the mechling's strange behavior, and, instead, turned to draw up a chart about a null ray... It would need an incredible amount of energy to power, but it would be well worth it in combat against the damned Autobots. As she worked, Araneon and Area watched her curiously, optics round and intelligently watching every movement, every glyph that Blackarachnia recorded on a datapad.
Focused on her work, Blackarachnia didn't notice Airachnid's arrival to the medbay/lab until she spoke, aiming her obvious anger at the sparklings.
"What are you doing in here?"
Area and Araneon both jumped at the sound of their aunt's voice and they looked towards her with wide optics, surprise on their faceplates as they hung their helms... They hadn't told their aunt where they were going, and Airachnid was no doubt upset about this... She tended to get upset over such things, like when the sparklings ran off and didn't tell her where they went, or when they were in Megatron's company... Something that tended to worry the spider femme, although she made no hint towards that concern.
Blackarachnia frowned and looked over at her sister, who was glaring back at her angrily. "They are only watching." She stated calmly, straightening up as Airachnid snorted in amusement. "That's all anyone can do when you're in charge, isn't it?" Airachnid responded sharply, causing a flare of anger and regret to pass through Blackarachnia, who vented and turned fully towards her sister, Area and Araneon watching with wide optics. "You never told them."
Taken aback, Airachnid was silent for several moments before she smirked widely at her sister. "They had no need to know." She responded calmly, both sparklings unsure of what to do now and moved away from the two femmes, Blackarachnia's EM field flaring slightly. Knockout looked about ready to run if things got messy as the mood in the medbay rapidly declined. "Now, why don't we all-" He tried, cutting himself off with a look from Airachnid.
"You always were the favourite, Blackarachnia." Airachnid murmured slowly, pale purple optics flashing aggressively. "Of our creators. Megatron. The scientists. You never could do any wrong to them, could you?" The black and gold femme glared at her sister angrily. "I'll make you regret that." She added, transforming to her spider form and pouncing onto Blackarchnia, who had time to transform as well before they crashed to the ground, both sparklings crying out in surprise and slight fear. Even if they were the sparklings of a decepticon, they both possessed the sparks and some personality of an Autobot.
Knockout was out of the room in moments, taking the sparklings with him, both splitting and running off before he could stop them, obviously frightened and confused by what was happening in the medbay, leaving the cherry red medic to vent and wait for the fight to die down alone.
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Area had fled from the scene of her aunt and creator fighting, frightened even though she wouldn't admit it to herself, and confused over the pre-fight conversation. She had abilities, like her mother, and due to her lack of control with them due to her young age, was running around invisible in her pain and fear. She phased through several of the Nemesis walls in search of her secret tutor...
The massive purple tank's only clue that his little ward had arrived was the soft grating sound and a shimmer in one of the walls, venting heavily, the large mech remained seated as he waited for the femmeling to calm down... Comforting her was an extremely delicate task, since being overly affectionate could be dangerous to his own health, he decided to wait and inquire in what had affected her usual mood when she had calmed some.
Area was angry and hurt at the fight she had witnessed... It was a real fight, unlike when her teacher was training her how to fight, where they held back on blows and never tried to hurt one another. "T-Tarn." She whimpered, slowly becoming visible again as she rubbed furiously at her optics and began to calm down, the large DJD leader standing slowly and moving over to her. "And what has gotten you upset, Area?" The mech asked, voice giving comfort and a soothing sense to her spark as she was finally able to stop crying.
Looking up at Tarn, Area frowned deeply. "Airachnid was fighting with the new spider-femme." She explained, upsetting herself again, although the calming sensation caused by Tarn's voice kept her from getting worked up like earlier. "I-I don't understand why... They were trying to k-kill each other!" The femmeling insisted, Tarn remaining silent for several moments before speaking up again. "Your aunt and the other spider femme knew each other long ago, Area." The purple mech stated slowly, thoughtfully to not give more information than was necessary. "They did not get along well, so they are attempting to settle their differences once again." Tarn added as he moved away from the femme in the empty storage room where he trained her in secret... No one wanted either angry spider-femme to come down on their helm for training the sparkling femme to fight for the sole purpose of bringing her into the DJD when she came of age.
Crossing her arms, Area glared at Tarn's back. "I don't care! Airachnid and Blackarachnia are mean to each other!" The femme responded, her temper flaring at how dismissive her sire figure had been with her explanation. "And I don't like it!" She added firmly, Tarn's lips curling into a small, amused smile behind his mask as he turned back to the femme, knowing how to get rid of the tension, anger and frustration in her frame. "Everyone is... 'mean' to one another. It is a fact." Tarn responded, making his tone dismissive again.
Area, angry now, narrowed red optics at the massive tank and vanished from sight, Tarn raising his optical ridges as he waited and listened, EM field pulling in tightly around his frame as he attempted to find where the little femmeling had gone, listening for the patter of pedesteps or the sound of venting... Neither reached his audio receptors even when he dialed them up in an attempt to do so, humming in approval. "Very good, Area." Tarn rumbled, voice resonating with approval, although that would be the only praise she would get from him, and rarely as it already was.
Tarn waited for when the little femmeling would pounce, growling when something smashed into his backstruts, right at the base of it, where the weakest point was (as he had taught Area), and he grunted, slightly offbalance as she felt the femme kicking at the back of his knee joint in an attempt to bring him down.
Chuckling, the massive purple tank turned and he felt the little pede connect with the side of the joint, causing it to buckle and he lashed out at the now visible sparkling, drawing his back hand so that he smacked it against her side lightly, still sending her tumbling pede over helm.
"You're a cheater." Area growled as she struggled back up to her pedes, Tarn approaching and lifting her up in his arms. "There is no such thing as 'cheating'." The DJD leader informed the femmeling, who looked up at him curiously. "No one plays fair during a fight, dear Area." Tarn continued as he set the femmeling down again now that he was sure she wasn't injured. "Which is why you must never play fair either. You either save yourself, or fall at the servos of another. There is no alternative in a galaxy at war." Tarn explained, smiling behind his mask at the way those four red optics looked up at him so intelligently, drinking in his explanation as if it was high grade... Albeit, she was still too young for that. He would have to introduce her to the other DJD members soon, but of course, in secret to keep Airachnid and Blackarachnia from ripping him limb from limb... Spider femmes were protective, so he had learned from watching others... Make stupid mistakes.
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Araneon, after fleeing from the fight of the two femmes, one of which was the aunt that raised him, fear in his spark, the bulky mechling had used his spider appendanges to tap in a code for an empty room, stepping inside and making sure the door had locked behind him before he sank down to the ground on his aft, knees drawn up to his chin as he tried to keep from crying... He was better than this! Everything would be fine... Would it?
Shaking his helm at the thoughts that threatened to crush his already struggling spark, Araneon trembled... Why did he have to be different? Why did his aunt have to fight with the new femme?
The bulky mechling vented softly as he remained in the darkness, still and silent as he thought. He was much different from others due to his mechuality... Unlike the majority of the population, where mechs bonded and interfaced with other femmes, Araneon found himself attracted to those of the same form... Mechs. If others found out, he was sure that he would be hated and harassed for this major difference... Knockout, he knew, was the same, flirting with other mechs more than femmes, and could possibly be classified as 'bisexual' in human terms, but Araneon was entirely attracted to mechs... Not the least bit of femmes.
Araneon vented softly as he mulled over this for several moments, as he did countless times a day... Knockout was the CMO of the Decepticons... Which gave him protection from harassment as no one would dare threaten their medic, who was not only an officer, but the mech that could be holding the life of an injured Decepticon at any time... But Araneon had no such assurance, being only a sparkling among dozens of other warriors... He was afraid to tell Airachnid, for fear that she might be angry and tell him he was stupid to think he loved other mechs, but it was true. And even just the thought of Airachnid being angry at him hurt.
"Why did you have to make me different, Primus?" Araneon sniffed in the darkness, shutting his pale coloured optics tightly and biting his lip as he huddled alone in the dark. "Wh-Why can't I be l-like this and everyone be o-ok with it?" He cried out, spark pulsing rapidly with his fear and grief. "I-I can't tell anyone unless... Unless they fear me." The bulky mechling paused, scrubbing at his optics with a servo as he attempted to grasp that train of thought... How could he make others fear him? That was something his aunt should be able to help with! And she'd probably be delighted to teach him how to have others fear him!
Feeling better now, Araneon huddled in the dark room which was quite large, small processor working to try and think of an occupation that could cause others to fear him... He could be a warrior? One of the best and Megatron's officers? Megatron was good looking... And he admitted to himself that he had a crush on the massive warlord. Or maybe he could be something like Vortex had been before his destruction on Cybertron?
Araneon paused on that thought and smiled widely, fangs making it look intimidating and feral.
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The aftermath of the vicious battle between sisters was almost unbelievable. Knockout could only vent loudly in dismay, for the tenth time while he repaired the two, at the damages done to the medbay and any tools or objects that had been around. He hadn't bothered to listen in on their conversation as they fought, although he was sure that neither of them had been able to come out on top... He had been too busy complaining to Megatron about the fight to bother with anything else about the femmes as they tore apart his medbay.
Blackarachnia was silent where she stood in a corner, one of her spider appendages having to be reattachned and several weldmarks on her frame from where Knockout had repaired lacerations and bites... Airachnid was a little harder to repair, the femme sluggish and poisoned by her sister's venomous bites over her arms and one of her hip. "Seriously, Blackarachnia, couldn't you have spared me having to repair poisoned wounds?" Knockout complained loudly, the femme in the corner flashing him a fanged grin. "Her self repair will be enough. I didn't give her enough to seriously damage her... She'll just be sluggish and out of her processor for a while." Blackarachnid responded indifferently.
Glaring and venting in frustration, Knockout turned to look at Blackarachnia, servo on his hip plating as he frowned unhappily. "Regardless of who you are, Blackarachnia, this is my medbay! You have no right tearing it apart in a petty fight with Airachnid!" The red mech cried, clearly agitated although it only amused the black and gold femme in the corner, red optics alight with amusement. "Calm down Knockout. You're just unhappy we weren't fighting over you." She purred in a seductive tone, causing Knockout to splutter in shock. "I'm no such thing!"
Turning on the heel of his pede, Knockout went to return to repair Airachnid, stopping short when he realized that the spider femme was gone... How she had done that, he had absolutely no clue... He turned and looked at Blackarachnia with an accusatory glance, the femme shrugging. "I don't think you satisfied her Knockout." She stated, still teasing the mech and riling him up, Knockout looking both angry and horrified at her. "I could care less! Breakdown is the only one I care to satisfy!" The medic responded, crossing his arms over his chassis as Blackarachnia gave a smooth laugh.
"Talkin' about me?" Breakdown asked, coming into the room now with several cubes of synthetic energon, which immediately caught Blackarachnia's attention and she hummed softly in thought. "Synthetic, hmmm?" She purred, Knockout rolling his optics. "Yes, but that's my project. You go and play with your little do-dad or whatever." He grunted, taking two of the cubes from Breakdown and carrying it over to another bench.
"Whatever you say, dear doctor."
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Aiarachnid was outside the medbay, listening silently with a leer on her faceplates, still slightly unsteady by the venom running it's course in her lines, and she moved away from the door, thinking of the sparklings and where they could've gotten off to... But more about escaping from her sister's presence on the Nemesis, and she growled softly.
Maybe I will just go back to Cybertron... Airachnid mused to herself thoughtfully as she walked passed a group of Vehicons that quickly looked away, not wanting to attract the obviously angry femme's attentions onto themselves. I think that's what I will do... And take the sparklings with me.
