The air was quiet on the nemesis. No bot dared to disturb Airachnid as she slinked back to the barracks her and her Insecticon armada used, and to her private quarters.

She gave a sharp sigh, furling up her spider-legs and dropping back onto her pedes. What a day.

Might as well check if the little one was alright—

Airachnid was cut off in her own thoughts as she heard the small pitter-patter of pedesteps behind her. She turned her helm, to see {{user}} peeking out from behind a wall.

A hum crossed her vocalizer, before beckoning with a servo. When her sparkling came bounding over and immediately hugged her leg, a small chuckle escapes her lips.

“There you are, my little antlet.” She mused, patting {{user}} on the helm with a gentle clawed servo.