@damagedstiinger liked for a starter.
A pained grunt left Tarantulas as he pulled himself out from a pile of rubble. He blinked, visor narrowing as he pushed himself to his pedes. Cursed Maximals. Megatron always seemed to underestimate them, despite Tarantulas' comments.
He had been sent out alongside Waspinator to intercept the Maximals on whatever mission they were carrying out. It hadn't gone well, as per usual.
Tarantulas brushed the dirt off his chest as he surveyed the area. Well, the Maximals were long gone. He raised a claw to his comm, huffing softly when it crackled to life.
"Waspinator, where are you?"
Maybe the bug had managed to trail the Maximals. Or, maybe he was under the other pile of rumble a few feet away. Only one way to find out.
