You follow her to a dank cave deep in a forest of sorts. Leading you into the cave she brings you to a big metal door. Rapping on the door a few times, she yelled,
"HEY!!! Tarantulas! It's me let me in! I've got a new one here for programing errors."
A loud crash was heard, along with a low grunt. The door slide open instantly, revieling another large spider-bot. He was mostly purple in color.
"Another one?! Well lets see what side your on... Come on!" He said as Blackarachnia nudged you in his direction.
He pushed you onto a table, surrounded by gadgets and gizmo's alike. Taking a plug of some sort, he plugged it into your head.
He hummed a little, then chuckled slightly...
"Interesting.....Acordding to this you Don't have a set program for us to find or restore. We need to show this to Megatron, he will be most pleased with this new 'Upset'." He finished with another chuckle.
Blackarachnia started to drag you away, towards a wasteland of sorts. Eventualy she gets tired of dragging you, and in your free time, start to fiddle with your Spider-legs. You notice that your red legs were actualy coivered in very tiny metal 'scales'. Interested you move one leg to your front and focus on the red scales. They all immediately opened, and a blue light glowed along the entire leg. Swinging it around it scratched a tree, slicing a gash in the side. Staring in awe at your weapon, you fiddle even more and find that you had amazing control of the scales,from opening the very tip, to the whole thing.
Wanting to find out more you start looking for new weapons, coming to you clawhand a simple thought and it turnes into a wierd looking gun with Electricity crackling inside. You aim around and think it's cool, when it fires on accident, a bolt of lightning zooming by Blackarachnia's head. After a pause she turned to you, angrier than a hornet in a fire...
"He-He...Touchy trigger." You mumble
.
The look on her face changed insantly to a smile,
"Haa!!! Yeah, I recomend you watch that from now on-" She turned around, an evil aura formed around her, "-Or you won't be firing it ever again!"
You faltered, triping on air. You continued your way to the Wastelands...
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