Elle a regardé Sklog le chercher et a commencé à se précipiter après lui. Elle a été forcée de s'arrêter après que la poussière ait été ramassée, étant beaucoup trop pour qu'elle voie à travers normalement. Heureusement, le masque de combat de Prism l'a aidée avec la poussière, en utilisant la chaleur et les signatures électromagnétiques pour dire où tout le monde était, même si ses yeux normaux ne pouvaient rien voir.
"Sklog!" Elle a appelé, se précipitant dans le champ de poussière imprudemment pour aller sauver le robot qui l'avait sauvée. Il a eu de la chance que Sklog soit sortie de la poussière avant qu'elle n'entre.
Elle se blottit brièvement avant de se déplacer sous lui et de lui jeter un de ses bras autour d'elle pour le maintenir debout. En tant que dinobot, Sklog était grand, mais Prism a été construit grand en elle-même, en espérant être assez pour soutenir le robot, au moins assez longtemps pour qu'ils sortent en toute sécurité. "Allons-y, mon grand." Elle a tenté de le calmer et de le distraire pendant la formation d'un plan de sortie. "Turbulence!" Elle a appelé. "Est-ce qu'on a un plan de sortie?"
Avec sa main libre, elle s'approcha de son oreille et parla sur le système de communication. "Nightscream, descendez-la! Sklog était à lui avec quelque chose et nous devons bouger. Puisque vous semblez connaître le mieux Blackarachnia, vous êtes le mieux adapté pour aider Sklog ici."
Blackarachnia continua de tourner et de bouger à chaque occasion donnée. Elle ne voulait pas qu'elle retourne aux griffes de Neighscream. Les voix dans son esprit criaient et criaient, lui ordonnant où aller et quoi faire. Ils n'étaient pas d'accord. La personne a tiré son corps dans différentes directions, essayant de la conduire selon ce qu'ils pensaient être juste. Elle ne pouvait pas bouger tout droit du tout, ses mouvements encore plus erratiques qu'auparavant alors qu'elle tentait de se précipiter vers le puits de l'ascenseur.
La photo de Nightscream s'était connectée, et Blackarachnia est tombée du plafond comme une mouche, s'attaquant et luttant le mieux qu'elle pouvait, même s'ils n'étaient que de légers mouvements sans signification. Elle ne pouvait même pas rassembler la force de crier à mesure que les voix augmentaient en volume dans son esprit.
Name: Prism
peaking just above twelve meters, she stands under Optimus Prime only barely.
Mightly large and unwieldy, Prism's vehicle is perfect for taking a hit and ramming into others and walls. It's large size also allows her t carry additional cargo while in vehicle mode.
Former faction: Autobots
Role: Heavy Weapons/Demolition
Weapons and tools: -Shoulder mounted Gatling guns
-shoulder mounted rockets (Can be used briefly, but requires external power source)
-Demolition tools
-Dual shotguns hidden in legs
-multitude of grenades
-deployable struts to stand still.
-python-like biceps (Prism flexes haughtily while laughing)
Personality: While tough and gruff, Prism enjoys a good laugh. It's hard to find a good laugh in the wasteland that she lives in, but she tries her best to keep her chin up. She knows the struggles of war, having been an Autobot for decades, if not a century or two, she can't quite keep track of how long it's been since actual, full on peacetime. Was it just centuries? She couldn't remember if it was that or even longer.
She respected the Last of the Primes. She still does. Though, Prism couldn't help but think that the main reason she was left on Cybertron was because how much exploding she tended to do on a regular basis. Even with her hopes, the back of her mind does scorn Optimus to some level for abandoning their planet.
History: Prism has always seen war. There were very few moments in time in which she didn't remember one faction fighting against another. She didn't join the Autobots solely for the sake of fighting the good fight. She was good with heavy weapons and explosives since her creation, and she knew it. If anyone was going to be their demolition expert, it was going to be her. Unfortunately, Brawn was a couple steps ahead of her in the Demo department. He worked as a friend and ally to Prism, even showing her a few new things every once and a while. He deserved to be the resident Explosives man, but she still wished to take the spot from him.
She looked up to Prime and the others, eventually looking just to her side to see them as she worked with them against the Decepticons. When they eventually left the planet, Optimus refused to let her go with them aboard the Ark. He had told her that she would help keep together whatever fragments were left of the Autobots, and that she would be able to lead a sect of her own, but it didn't work out as they planned. The Autobots quickly fell apart under the appointed lead of Prism, and the Autobots were a thing of the past. Luckily, it seemed as if the rival faction had shared the same fate, so it wasn't all too bad.
Without anything to do, Prism spent her time taking care of herself, continuing to hone her bomb making and disarming skills, as well as keeping her aim straight. It wasn't until she hit a roadblock in her learning that she decided to try again to rebuild the planet, knowing that just the Autobots weren't going to be enough. She needed the help of her enemies as well. With that, she sent out a beacon to call any and all willing bodies to help her rebuild.
Extras and additional information: Prism has a deployable EOD mask, but uses it for combat as well.
Voice - Claudia Christain
Theme Song - Technologic VS Feel Good Inc - Daft Punk and Gorillaz
Relations with other characters: Nightscream - "Who is SHE calling a Sparkling!?"
Sklog - "Pretty quiet, but that's not a bad thing."
Turbulence - "He just... He fell out of the sky!"