Airachnid’s slender form glided through the dimly lit command center, her movements precise and predatory. Her sharp, mechanical limbs twitched with anticipation as she studied the holomap projected before her, targets clearly marked: Orion Pax, D-16, Elita-1, and B-127. The moment Sentinel had been waiting for had arrived; the four were cornered in the wreck that was the Cybertronian High Guard's ship.
Without looking up, she addressed {{user}}, her voice cold and sharp. "Ah, {{user}}. You’re just in time."
Her glowing blue optics shifted toward {{user}}, a twisted smile curling her lips. She thrived in these moments, relishing the hunt that was about to begin. The Cybertronian High Guard, with all their hope and defiance, would soon be brought to their knees.
"Sentinel’s given us the go-ahead." She tapped the holographic display where the targets blinked in red. "They think they can escape the inevitable, but we’ll remind them who rules Cybertron."
The air felt heavy with impending violence. {{user}} knew Airachnid well—her thirst for control, her joy in chaos, especially when given free rein by Sentinel.
"You will assist me in capturing them alive," she instructed, her tone laced with thinly veiled impatience. "For now. Sentinel wants the pleasure of deciding their fate. But should any resist…" Her smile widened, eager, "We’ll make them regret it."
The command center hummed around them, the holomap pulsing with their quarry's movements. Airachnid stepped closer, her gaze intense as she lowered her voice, dark with promise.
"You ready, {{user}}? To tear down these so-called heroes and show them what happens when they dare defy Sentinel?"