"Slowing down three-face?", the arachnid sneered as she dodged another punch from Blitzwing. A good deal of solar cycles had passed since she had first started her training. Now well aware of the mech's favorite moves, she could dodge them with more grace than ever before. She once even gave him a good sting!
"I told you insect, you vill address me as sir!" Angry chopped her neck and kicked her shin. Luckily the femme learned to deal with such blows that used to knock he out for good. Yes it hurt, but she would not back down, especially where there were other lower ranking Decepticons present. Blitzwing felt the techno organic had advanced enough in her training to demonstrate tactics to younger bots.
As she slightly crouched from the blow, Blitzwing clenched his fist for another punch. Without thinking she swerved her leg along the ground and tripped the officer by the servo. Angry was about to yell when he saw the spider bot lunge at him with her pincers. Instead he kicked her in the chest and sent her flying back. Before she could get up, Random stomped his servo onto her midsection.
"Oof!"
"Ew! Let me squiz ze spider! AHAHAHA!" Before Blitzwing got the chance, his opponebt managed to prick him in the leg, causing him to go numb in that area. Random stumbled off, trying not to collapse in front of the younger cadets. Turning his head, he saw the half breed executing a flying side kick targeting his chassis. Icy switched over and struck her with an ice blast. The chunk rammed the femme into a beam and landed awkwardly on her ankle. She tried to stand but nearly doubled over on her throbbing and swelling injury.
Seeing his chance Blitzwing quickly whipped out his stasis cuffs and forced them on his student. The arachnid hissed as she felt the shock, but was drowned out by the cheering cadets. She noticed the mech still wobbled a bit on the leg she stung. Grinning maliciously she lightly kicked him there and was satisfied with his goofy landing. The other bots abruptly stopped and tried to lend a servo to their officer.
"Juzt go avay, GET OUT!" roared Angry. The rest quickly exited the training bay without hesitation. Blitzwing glared at the femme and she could only shrug. Frankly she had grown used to her mentor's constant change in attitude.
"Get up you freak," growled Icy as he pulled her up by the arm.
"OW! Hey, watch it!-sir" she snapped. It seemed she sprained her ankle; being techno organic, she couldn't just get a new servo.
"Then get to ze medibay," said Icy. He uncuffed her and left the hopping arachnid to push herself to there by herself.
"Yes sir," she grumbled. Blitzwing smirked as he walked away to give his weekly report to Megatron.
The spider bot hobbled down the hallway cursing under her breath. She was used to this sort of treatment but it still wasn't fun. The last thing she needed was-
"Guess you isn't as tough as you show," sneered a mech behind her. He was the same short Decepticon who messed with her on the first day of training. She would have faced him but thought she would fall in the process.
"Can't you see I'm busy you grease stain?" she snapped. However the mech stepped in her way and made a threatening expression, looking her straight in the eye.
"The name's Muckruck Minor you hybrid," he barked, "and I'm surprised you haven't been slagged yet."
"Why should I be slagged…Muckruck?" she said surveying the black and brown robot. With her broken ankle, she would want to strike a certain weak spot in case he attacked.
"'Cause you're a disgusting animal gone lucky!" He exclaimed grabbing her arm. While he continued to yell she laid her trapped hand on the arm holding it.
"…typical, the hard workin' bot gets laid off, but the loser gets rewards!"
"Shut up you glitch!" blurted the femme. She held out her free arm and a strange sludge spewed out onto Muckruck. The mix was a dirty beige and and thick like mud. The minor slipped and fell on his rear end with a splash. The half breed than injected a hearty dose of venom into her victim. She got up and flinched at what she saw: an unconscious Decepticon runt covered in his own muck.
"And you thought I was disgusting…"
With that over with she managed to peacefully make it to a medibot. He was not huge fan of organics, nor was he knowledgable in their physique. Still he decided to give her a cast and advised her not to put too much pressure on it. The arachnid then wobbled herself to her quarters for a quick stasis nap. For Decepticons, they rested when they had the chance.
A while later Blitzwing called for her to a meeting room down the hallway.
"It's urgent, and it could…vell…help you into ze Decepticon army." He sounded as if he regretted telling her the opportunity.
"Yes sir!" she said. She walked as quickly as her ankle would allow, though it did seem to feel better. After all, spiders have a strong exoskeleton.
Soon enough she entered the meeting room and found she was not alone. Four other bots, one appearing to be an oversized femme, sat around a table with Blitzwing. She saluted to the others and took her place along with the rest.
"Megatron vants a small group to scout out a sector not far from ze Dersox Asteroid Belt. Ve believe zere is a space bridge that vill lead us to an energon supply storage plant near an Autobot base. If ve can capture ze plant and possibly ze base, ze Decepticons vill gain a huge advantage. Everyone here in zis room vill accompany me and set up a perimeter around ze space bridge." Blitzwing stopped talking, searching the table.
"However, it seems ve're missing a bot. No matter. All five of you and ze ozer vill meet me in ze platform tomorrow before ze vake up call." He stood up and left the room. Before he left he made one final comment.
"Oh, and you vill vant to introduce yourselves to my…pupil." With the meeting over with he left. The large femme then faced the spider bot and crossed her arms.
"The name's Strika," she spoke coldly. A bot next to her, who was more frog like, said, "Spittor."
Then a tall, ominous bot introduced himself as Oil Slick. A hulking and slow mech claimed to be Blackout.
"Come, we have work to do," said Strika. As they sat up and walked out the door, a squat figure was seen running down the hallway. He was covered in something, but the arachnid instantly knew who it was: Muckruck. Nonchalantly she backed herself behind Blackout.
"Ugh, what happened to you Muck?" blurted Spittor.
"That crazy hybrid attacked me with my own carbon-sleech! I'm telling' you, she's ain't good news."
"You don't say?" inquired Oil Slick. He eyed the attacker with a raised optic.
"Yeah well, I might as well worry about this later…what did I miss?" Muckruck looked up at Strika.
"Blitzwing and the six of us are going to this isolated sector to find a space bridge. Megatron and his sources believe it may lead to an energon plant," she explained.
"Really? that's the most I've don-wait, did you say six of us? Who's the extra?" He examined the group more closely.
"The no good organic hybrid, that's who," hissed the femme. She stepped up from behind her guardian with her hands on her hips. Muckruck Minor clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. Both of them did not fancy the idea of working together on such a major mission.
This was going to be a very long task…