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It wasn't a dead planet anymore, but it still felt empty. Airazor didn't miss being stranded on some uninhabited planet with a war going on and no way back to Cybertron, that was for sure. It was just that she'd gotten used to the jungles. Here, there were no lush plants around her, no animals following her around or hiding as she swept over them.
Except, of course, for the giant spider scuttering among the buildings below.
Airazor gave one last turn around a high spire and transformed as she landed on top of it. For a moment, she was content to just sit there, feeling the warm light that reflected on her face. It wasn't long until she wasn't alone anymore.
"We have to stop meeting like this," said Blackarachnia. She had perfected the art of transforming right into a pose that look extremely casual while being nothing but. One day, when Airazor was in the mood to see her grumpier side, she'd have to ask her if she practiced it in front of a mirror.
(It would be kind of flattering, if she did.)
"You have to stop trying to make me improvise," she said instead. "You know I can't come up with those lines on the spot."
"Oh, play along." Blackarachnia gave her a light punch on the shoulder, then sat down beside her. "What's the fun in dating across enemy lines if we can't have a little drama?"
Airazor refrained from pointing out that they hadn't been real enemies in a while, by now. That would have killed the drama even further. She might not have been the best at improvisation, but she wasn't trying to be boring on purpose, either.
Besides, there were some things she was very good at.
"We can wrestle if you want," she said. Blackarachnia laughed at that, which was the idea.
"Oh, I'd like that," she replied. "To begin with."