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[legacyofthespider]

::as at ease as I can feel when I’m being held captive I suppose. :: there was a soft tone of amusement.

Legacy studied her surroundings for a moment before speaking again. :: I believe I’m in a cargo hold. There’s a force field generator that has been switched on and is currently keeping me trapped in a corner. The wall behind me is old but sturdy. I’m not sure exactly where we are but I’m pretty sure we’re somewhere on Earth. Not sure where though. The climate here is stabile and I can’t detect any excess moisture or dryness that would place me near a water source or near a dry area like the desert. :: she informed.

::can…can you tell me what Cybertron was like? Before the war I mean. I’ve read a few days pads but they only say so much. Most were written during the war.:: her curiosity was palpable through the softness of her voice. Talking seemed to be successfully keeping her relaxed.

:: is it true that there were cybertronians as big as cities?::

[legacyofthespider]

She felt silly. She had only introduced herself. She hadn't even told him who she was. That was rude of her.

::I'm sorry. I got overly excited. My name is Legacy but it wasn't really given to me. It was my project name. I'm one of Airachnid's experiments. She took her own CNA and some from the CNA from Breakdown's corpse and made me.:: Her tone was clinical although there was a sort of melancholy to her voice.

:: I believe her original plan for me was to just be a drone and also a new frame should her current one be too damaged to continue. When I began to show sentience she saw the flaw in her plan. She closed me back in the stasis pod she had created me in and abandoned me. I assume she meant to starve me out while I was in stasis. When my fuel levels reached critically low levels my emergency systems kicked in and I woke back up. I managed to keep myself alive until i found help from a Breakdown from another world. I stayed with him and his Conjunx for a while.

Things were nice, breakdown was kind to me and Knockout seemed to tolerate my presence on their ship. I don't blame him. They disappeared after a while and I was left to fend for myself again which is when I sent out another public signal and how I ended up in this mess. :: she sighed before tensing up and going silent. Her Insecticon guard was back and making sure she hadn't gone anywhere. She kept her helm down until he was gone.

:: I've only been online for a few earth years so I'm afraid there isn't much of a story to me. I enjoy reading and learning what I can. I read about you in a few history texts I could find although I can't say I learned much because there was always bias from whoever wrote the text I was reading at the time. ::

legacyofthespider

It was a comfort to have someone to talk to. Someone to listen. Even if he couldn’t rescue her.

She listened to his instructions and paused, giving her frame time to cool down for a moment while she studied the room.

::she has me locked in a make shift brig. An energy field has me barricaded into a corner. She has an Insecticon check on me every hour. There is no simple means of escape. :: she reported clinically. If she kept her emotions in check maybe he could help her find a way out.

:: That is alright. You do not need to make a harrowing escape immediately, :: he said with a more playful tone than his usual sternness. :: Would you tell me about yourself? Since it seems, you already know who I am. ::

[legacyofthespider]

It was a comfort to have someone to talk to. Someone to listen. Even if he couldn't rescue her.

She listened to his instructions and paused, giving her frame time to cool down for a moment while she studied the room.

::she has me locked in a make shift brig. An energy field has me barricaded into a corner. She has an Insecticon check on me every hour. There is no simple means of escape. :: she reported clinically. If she kept her emotions in check maybe he could help her find a way out.

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::My name is Legacy. I’m a captive aboard a hostile Decepticon’s ship. Her designation is Airachnid. I-I need help, sir. Mostly just. Means of escape…::

Her fear was palpable, her youth and naïveté projected through her voice. If this truly was Optimus prime she couldn’t have asked for a better situation.

From where he sat in the warehouse the task of overtaking a Decepticon spacecraft, be it the Nemesis or a lesser ship, seemed neigh-on impossible. Though he could not see the youth, he did look up to the rafters, as if the projected signal would somehow strengthen.

:: If I were able to do such a thing, I would, Legacy, :: Optimus replied, guilt heavy on his end of the comm-line. :: I am without the capabilities to send a bridge, nor storm the ship myself. ::

:: But I will talk to you, as long as I can; Perhaps together, a solution can be found. ::

[legacyofthespider]

Legacy felt the rough grip of the Insecticons who captured her and dragged her along with them. She knew she was outnumbered and outmatched for the moment. To comply was to survive.

When Aidachnid addressed Legacy again she would be met with a hard look. Legacy a fear and pain had subsided enough to let the anger come through.

There's a soft ping put on an open channel. ::This is designation: Legacy! Is anyone out there?::

        Not many individuals broadcasted on such a vulnerable and unsecured frequency, unless they were new at it or just too trusting. || You really shouldn’t broadcast on open frequencies, you never know WHO might pick it up. ||

Maybe she could have some fun with this one, new mecha always spice things up.

[legacyofthespider]

There was a pause that felt like an eternity. ::please...don't leave me alone...::

She knew it showed weakness but she couldn't handle this alone. She but her lip. ::i-I'm sorry.;: she held the whimper back from being vocalized.

She let her frame vent the heat from herself. She needed to think. She couldn't panic.

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::My name is Legacy. I’m a captive aboard a hostile Decepticon’s ship. Her designation is Airachnid. I-I need help, sir. Mostly just. Means of escape…::

Her fear was palpable, her youth and naïveté projected through her voice. If this truly was Optimus prime she couldn’t have asked for a better situation.

From where he sat in the warehouse the task of overtaking a Decepticon spacecraft, be it the Nemesis or a lesser ship, seemed neigh-on impossible. Though he could not see the youth, he did look up to the rafters, as if the projected signal would somehow strengthen.

:: If I were able to do such a thing, I would, Legacy, :: Optimus replied, guilt heavy on his end of the comm-line. :: I am without the capabilities to send a bridge, nor storm the ship myself. ::

:: But I will talk to you, as long as I can; Perhaps together, a solution can be found. ::

[legacyofthespider]

She heard Airachnid's gloating but nothing sunk in she was simply numb with fear. She couldn't get her frame to behave. She could only stare at Airachnid with a wide eyed, blank expression. She only wanted to live. The right to exist.

It wasn't long until she saw the Insecticons tearing towards them. Her home was now in ruins. She wanted to cry but didn't have the energy.

There's a soft ping put on an open channel. ::This is designation: Legacy! Is anyone out there?::

        Not many individuals broadcasted on such a vulnerable and unsecured frequency, unless they were new at it or just too trusting. || You really shouldn’t broadcast on open frequencies, you never know WHO might pick it up. ||

Maybe she could have some fun with this one, new mecha always spice things up.

[legacyofthespider]

::my name is Legacy. I'm a captive aboard a hostile Decepticon's ship. Her designation is Airachnid. I-I need help, sir. Mostly just. Means of escape...::

Her fear was palpable, her youth and naïveté projected through her voice. If this truly was Optimus prime she couldn't have asked for a better situation.

::H҉̬e̱̬̝l͈l͚̤o̦̪̭?̨ I҉s ̨a̴ny̛one͘ t̸he͢re? ::

Another un-trackable frequency…

:: I am Optimus Prime, speak your intentions. ::

[legacyofthespider]

“We’ll stay ‘til we’re chosen, and through it all,“

    “With our eyes wide open, We’ll fight ‘til we’re broken,”                                                   

                                                   "We rise and fall”

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[legacyofthespider]

Legacy could feel her spark burning in her chassis as fear crawled into her frame and stole her movement from her. She couldn’t run if she wanted. She held still, locked in place. The branch she perched on began to crack under her weight. She let out a small gasp as she crashed to the ground unceremoniously. 

She couldn’t move, she couldn’t react, she was trapped. She could only look up at Airachnid in fear as the femme loomed over her.

There's a soft ping put on an open channel. ::This is designation: Legacy! Is anyone out there?::

        Not many individuals broadcasted on such a vulnerable and unsecured frequency, unless they were new at it or just too trusting. || You really shouldn’t broadcast on open frequencies, you never know WHO might pick it up. ||

Maybe she could have some fun with this one, new mecha always spice things up.

[legacyofthespider]

Same tho...

In case you’re ever getting too relaxed

just remember that this man is waiting for his next chance to hurt you.

[legacyofthespider]

It didnt take long for Legacy to realize she was being followed. she couldnt take Airachnid in a fight, fair or otherwise, s she had to try and out run her interest. Which was looking less and less possible the more she thought it over. She needed to break line of sight and she needed to hide.

Thankfully the vegetation of the surrounding forest would provide good cover as she darted out of view. She found a tree that col support her weight and climbed quickly, hiding her body in the leaves and cutting her signal.

There's a soft ping put on an open channel. ::This is designation: Legacy! Is anyone out there?::

        Not many individuals broadcasted on such a vulnerable and unsecured frequency, unless they were new at it or just too trusting. || You really shouldn’t broadcast on open frequencies, you never know WHO might pick it up. ||

Maybe she could have some fun with this one, new mecha always spice things up.

[legacyofthespider]

Okay but what if transformers with pointy kibble sometimes had to wear shit like this to prevent them from poking each other’s optics out/damaging their surroundings?

I mean look what happened to Star Saber???

Much better.

[legacyofthespider]

The game was on. Legacy heard Airachnid order her Insecticons to destroy her home in order to find her, or force her out into the open due to lack of shelter. Thankfully, Legacy had a plan. As Airachnid started to dig, old audio files started to play loudly. Airachnid’s voice entered the ship from the recordings.

“Experiment subject Legacy. Data file one. I’ve procured some of the CNA from Breakdown’s husk. Who knew the pitiful oaf would end up serving a purpose after all? I have uncovered a protoform and intend to use this to my advantage.”

“Subject Legacy, File 2. The protoform is taking on both physical attributes of myself and Breakdown. Perhaps it’ll have his strength. It would benefit. So long as it doesn’t show signs of true intelligence this should serve my purpose well.”

There was loud static.

“Subject Legacy Data file 37. It functions. It does as its told. Should the worst happen I believe this would make an adequate host for my spark should the need arise. However I doubt this will come to pass.” 

As The files played loudly, Legacy was moving as quickly as she could and as silently as she could. She slipped out of a vent at the bottom of the ship and landed on the soft earth below. She knew she was exposed there and began to run into the surrounding forest, into the darkness. Her biolights were dim from undernourishment as it was so she was less visible. She just hoped the confusion would give her time to get away.

There's a soft ping put on an open channel. ::This is designation: Legacy! Is anyone out there?::

        Not many individuals broadcasted on such a vulnerable and unsecured frequency, unless they were new at it or just too trusting. || You really shouldn’t broadcast on open frequencies, you never know WHO might pick it up. ||

Maybe she could have some fun with this one, new mecha always spice things up.

[legacyofthespider]

::because I am still curious about who you are. I haven't truly met many mecha. The ones who were aiding me have left me a long while ago. My resources are mostly gone now. I need to keep moving as another version of my creator has caught wind of my existence and I need to hide from her. ::

::we spoke only briefly. I’m not really from anywhere. I was created on Earth but I’m not from it. My creator was Airachnid. I had called to you for aid but found another place to go in the mean time. ::

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[legacyofthespider]

Legacy saw that the safe space between her and Airachnid closing and she frowned deeper. "She made me for a reason. And then she tried to kill me because I didn't live up to it. " she slammed her fist on a button behind her causing the lights to strobe brightly. She ducked down and kicked open a small vent in the floor and slipped in silently. She transformed her legs from bipedal mode to her hexapedal mode, speeding her pace so she could start activating internal defenses.

There's a soft ping put on an open channel. ::This is designation: Legacy! Is anyone out there?::

        Not many individuals broadcasted on such a vulnerable and unsecured frequency, unless they were new at it or just too trusting. || You really shouldn’t broadcast on open frequencies, you never know WHO might pick it up. ||

Maybe she could have some fun with this one, new mecha always spice things up.

[legacyofthespider]

"I don't remember. " Legacy responded. She was fully aware of her surroundings should she need to run and she was ready to move at any second. However she also knew that acting like prey would mean she would be seen as prey. For now she needed to hold her ground.

Her creator had made her as a back up body. Just in case something happened and Airachnids frame was irreparable. legacy was to be the next host. That meant that she had more potential than she realized. It also meant that there was a chance she could make it out of there. She also had some of the strength from the other half of her CNA, Breakdown.

There's a soft ping put on an open channel. ::This is designation: Legacy! Is anyone out there?::

        Not many individuals broadcasted on such a vulnerable and unsecured frequency, unless they were new at it or just too trusting. || You really shouldn’t broadcast on open frequencies, you never know WHO might pick it up. ||

Maybe she could have some fun with this one, new mecha always spice things up.