Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27876276-20180710003156/@comment-26127871-20180714032933

Blackarachnia sighs, pointing to the outside of the cave. "Git! You're too big for here." She says, running through her organic specimens, for Scylla.

Speaking of Scylla, she zooms back in, a squid in her hand. The poor thing is squirming, as it starts dying. Blackarachnia hisses. "Scylla! That needs water to breathe. By Primus.." She mutters, shoving the squid into the DNA capsule, where it could breathe the fluids.

"Get in a pod, you're going to become this.. Thing you brought in." Blackarachnia ordered, shoving her in, despite Scylla's protests. Blackarachnia closed the pod, before typing furiously on her keyboard, giving her new abilities, including razor sharp teeth, suction cups and acidic saliva. Scylla would be a good commander.. Or spy. She considers on if a second alternate mode would be good. Blackarachnia decided to let Scylla keep her old alternate mode, just modified enough to accomodate the new techno-organic nature.

Scylla let out a scream as the first pulse of pain hit her, atacking her core. She felt her wings, which were always delicate, fracture as she thrashed. The bones that held them up began to part, the steel membrane exploding, as energon splattered the pod window. Scylla let out a high pitched shriek, throwing herself against the window. "LET ME OUT, BLACKARACHNIA!!" She roared inbetween screams of pain. "LET ME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO! LET ME OUT LET ME OUTLETMEOUTLETMEOUTAHH!!" She wailed.