Along Came a Spider - Reverse

Interlude 1: Becoming a Decepticon

It had been 5 vorns since the ill-fated day when his life changed forever.

Tarantulas, formerly known as Optimus Prime, star Cadet at the Autobot Academy, walked slowly down a street of an distant planet on a remote galaxy. He was shrouded in shadow and a long cape billowing around his clawed feet in the light breeze. Despite wearing a helmet, he deeply disliked mechs and femmes staring at him, and had mostly avoided planets were Cybertronians - especially Autobots - presence was strong. After all, even if the chances were slim, he might still walk into a bot that knew his former self and might recognize him despite his transformation.

Life hadn't been kind to him in the last five vorns either. For one thing, it took him a whole vorn just to be able to leave the Primus forsaken planet where he was reborn. He had to patiently wait for a exploration ship not unlike the one he and his friends - he hissed at the thought of them, just thinking about them made him so mad! - had used to come to this planet. He had waited until the whole crew was out safe the pilot to sneak into the ship and he promptly killed the mech and stole the ship. he couldn't care less that he was stranding two more Cybertronians on this planet, because he killed them with the ship's laser canons when they came running at the sound of the ship's engines going online.

He left that Pit-Hole without a second thought or a glance back. Good riddance, he had wasted a whole vorn of his 'new' life on this Primus damned piece of space rock! He had no idea where to go through, but he knew that it had to be as far from the Autobots as he could manage. He opted for a galaxy where he knew that the Autobot's presence was almost nil, and only few mercenaries and Bounty Hunters roamed around, as well as the occasional Decepticons, if rumors were true. He couldn't care less at the time. All Cybertronians were to be avoided like the Plague.

He spent the next four vorns jumping from planet to planet, never staying long at the same location for fear of being discovered. That was also why he always avoided killing one of the planet's sentient inhabitants when he needed to feed. If a series of murder started to occur on every word he visited, someone was bound to make some sort of connection eventually. So he stick to wild preys and it was enough. Sometimes even going for challenges and killing the apex predator of one ecosystem, just to prove that he could and make himself feel a bit better about being a monster.

His luck, however, couldn't last forever, and he eventually was cornered by a clever Bounty Hunter. Well, he didn't even know someone was looking for him... until he was face to face with the business end of the mech's powerful electromagnetic pulse generator. This mech was persistent, he had to give him that. He had tried to shake him for the week, but it seemed that he always came back. he was good, almost as good as a predator in hunting a prey. I had to end today! He could get rid of the nuisance and be on his way to the next galaxy before the day was over. So Tarantulas just 'let' the hunter catch up with him in that alley. The less potential witness the better...

"Well, well, well. You know, I've been looking for you for a while now, someone really wants to have a chat with you." The hunter said, a twisted smirk curling his lips upward.

Tarantulas hissed and crouched low, ready to pounce and attack. He was still concealed by his long cloak, but he was ready to shed it and attack at a moment's notice. he was just waiting for the right moment...

"Aren't you in the least curious to know who it is?" The slightly larger mech added, rising a dark optic ridge.

"I don't care!" Tarantulas hissed, the sound growing louder. "I just want to be left alone and I'm going to do what it takes to make sure that happens!"