Transformers Prime react to Beast Wars: Transformers

Proving Grounds

After the emotional turmoil that saw the return of Dinobot and another heroic sacrifice to come, everyone remained silent to let Omega Scion count down to three to prepare for another viewing.

Blackarachnia laid down in a rotating machine that inspects her interface for any possible Predacon programming, while under heavy scanning from such a device.

"Oh. Is my inside as gorgeous as my outside?" she teased.

Arcee tsked. Arachnid likely did the same thing when she seduced her first partner, Sunstreak.

"Ha! Don't flatter yourself, eight-legs. I seen better circuits than yours on a maintenance bots." Rattrap quipped.

Blackarachnia gripped a vise on his throat and threatened "One more remark like that, and it'll be rat on a stick for lunch."

"Now those are what I call lines!" Cheetor remarked.

"Cheetor, really? She's with Maxie-Bolt!" Smokescreen stated.

Disgusted, Blackarachnia retorted "Uh. Someone get him a kitty treat before he drools all over your computer."

"Knock it of, all of you!" Rhinox shouted "I'm almost finished." When the interface reveals the core of her programming right inside her chest he pointed out "There, That's the shell programming."

"So that's what keeping Spider-Brain from finding her true Maximal self, huh?" Rattrap pointed out.

"Very complex." Blackarachnia surmised after jumping out of the device.

Perceptor looked deeply into the analysis discovered by Rhinox and stated "Shell programming... interesting. I've not bothered with shell programming, that is Ratchet's department."

"We don't have such programming in our bodies, but we have thought and logic circuitry that allow us to contemplate and consider the choices we make." Ratchet argued.

"Definitely me." She gloated, making Rattrap uncomfortable.

"We're finished here. You can go, Thanks." Rhinox dismissed, yet Blackarachnia remained curious about the distrust still apparent within them.

"What's the matter? Don't you trust me?" She teased.

"Huh. About as far as an anvil can jump-" Blackarachnia throttled a hand in Rattrap's throat. "'Course I mean that in the best possible way." he gasped.

"Blackarachnia, he was only-" Cheetor was cut off when she aimed her crossbow at his face "kidding!"

"Ugh! Just be sensitive and destroy her already!" Arcee demanded.

"Yeah, put an end to that misrable bug once and for all!" Silverbolt joined in.

He got whacked by Jazz "Shut it, Blackarachnia's needed for my seeing with your grandkid and her together."

"Back off!" Blackarachnia hissed. "I'm tired of tests and secrets, and hanging around this depressing dump. And I'm sick of your stupid crush!" she threateningly waved her crossbow at Cheetor's face.

"Blackarachnia, stand down!" Primal demanded.

She complied, withdrawing her weapon and releasing Rattrap from her grasp.

"I thought I'd proved myself to you Maximals by now. Guess I was wrong." she walked away.

"No, you didn't. Not yet. Not until you've proven clearly that you're a Maximal like you were meant to be." Arcee snapped.

Primal ordered "Rattrap, call Silverbolt in from patrol. Cheetor, you replace him."

"Be glad to." Cheetor complied and walked with Rattrap.