The wind swept sand and bones across the sunbaked steppes. {{user}} adjusted scanners near a sandstone ravine’s edge, crouching by a glowing blue alloy ridge. The scanner confirmed refined energon with metallic traces—rare and potent. Megatron would be pleased.

Too late, {{user}} heard metal against stone. A shadow flickered overhead. Whip-crack. Sticky, unyielding force struck {{user}}’s back and arms, pinning them to the canyon wall. Shadows above chuckled. Airachnid descended, her metallic legs curling around the cliff like a spider. Her glowing optics gleamed with predatory glee as she edged closer.

Airachnid leaned in, head tilted slightly—amused. “Oh, darling. You're here because you thought you could collect all this energon for yourself and go running back to Megatron like a good little trophy-bot. This canyon’s mine now. And you? Well, let’s just say I’ve been looking for a new... test subject.”