1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

waspinators day off waspinators day off

by master fwiffo

waspinator sat back in his chair. his interior gears ground, and whirred in protest. the robot had been through a lot in the past week. waspinator was not a particularly old transformer, but his gears were doing their best to make him believe that he was. he looked over his green and yellow body, nice and shiny, fresh from the rejuvenation chamber. just yesterday he had been blasted and banged about another attack on the ark, the maximal's new base. with a sigh, he began counting the ways that he had been blown up recently.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7..."

that's when he decided that he really needed a day off. waspinator left his tiny quarters. at least, they were tiny compared to infernos (megatrons second in command. he walked to the command deck of the predicon base.

megatron was sitting, no, slouching, in his chair. his purple head had a large, distinct frown on it. he was drumming the side of his chair with his hand, grumpily. his massive, black form had a look of defeat in his eyes. he stretched out his other arm, the one that was covered with a claw, that he used both as a weapon, andmanipulator. he angrily

ought that claw down on his chair arm. he was still mad about the defeat yesterday.

waspinator took a nearby hoverpad and flew over to him.

"ummm... megatron?"

"what do you want you insolent blathering bug?"

the yell caused tarantulas and quickstrike both to jump all the way in the aft end of the ship.

wapinator looked down and twiddled his fingers and spoke.

"can. can waspinator have the day off?"

megatrons calculating mind thought quickly. giving waspinator the day off was probably the fastest way to get the bug out of his faceplate, he reasoned.

"fine. however, if you see rampage or inferno anywhere, tell them to report to me."

waspinator's triangular black eyes were wide with enthusiasm.

"oh thank you, thank you megatron!"

waspinator flew quickly back to his quarters and gathered up some stuff.

"i just know i'm going to regret doing that." megatron muttered.

***

"ahhh, waspinator get some rest and relaxation." waspinator sighed.

he was on a small beach, lying on a multicolored fold out chair. he stretched his green arms luxiour\sly, and looked around at the peace and quiet, the first he had since the maximals had retaken the ark. his wings pulled back, and his over-large wasp's rear fell to the side. waspinator felt he was in transformer heaven.

the waves were rolling making a gentle sloshing noise, to which waspinator soon fell asleep. he was awakened a few moments later by explosions.

"huuhhh? wha-"

waspinator looked around in confusion; two huge forms shot straight up out of the water. as he looked in the sky, he recognized the forms of the maximal depthcharge and his comrade rampage. rampage's metallic crab body was latched on to depthcharge's dorsal fins. depthcharge twisted out of his grip,

inging his manta-like body around, blasting missiles from their silos. rampage took his huge claws, and grabbed depthcharge by the fins again. as waspinator watched their forms tumbling through the sky he realized that they were getting closer, and closer.

waspinator knew what was going to happen as their shadows covered the area around him.

splat! the two landed right on top of him before he had a chance to move. they rolled on his body a bit, then finally off him, locked in their struggle.

depthcharge leaped off rampage, and transformed into his large robot form. rampage did the same, as he leapt back on his adversary. rampage rolled over so that he was on top.

"you're dead, creep!" depthcharge roared, attempting to pin rampage to the ground.

"i expected more from you, old friend." rampage laughed as he worked his legs under depthcharge's body, and kicked him back into the water.

waspinator pulled himself out of the waspinator shaped hole in the ground, just as rampage was knocked backwards by a blast from depthcharge.

"uhh, rampage." waspinator asked, cowering behind a rock.

rampage kept most of his energy concentrated on the battle, but answered anyway.

"what? make it quick." he said in his gravelly voice.

"uhh... megatron wants to see you."

rampage dove behind the rock, turned around and grabbed waspinator by the neck with his powerful, black, hand.

"good for him. tell him i don't care." rampage hurled waspinator clear over the horizon, just to get by a blast from depthcharge a moment later.

"you're getting tricky!" rampage laughed with delight as he threw himself on depthcharge. he really loved his job.

***

black archnia and silverbolt were talking causally, sitting at their gun turrets, and protecting the maximal base. black arachnia's smooth, feminine body was unusually relaxed. silverbolt also had a casual air about him, as he stretched out his long, eagle wings, putting his golden plated feet on the gun turret.

"you know, being with the maximals isn't so bad. even though i only get lousy jobs like this" black arachnia said.

"oh, being with the maximals is good, oh sweet poison of my heart." silverbolt said in his heroic way. "much better than being with the predicons eh?" he asked his love.

"yeah." she admitted. "i love not hearing megatron bellow at me whenever i do anything wrong. but still i what is that??"

she noticed something tumbling out of the sky. then they heard something. it sounded like "wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". a second later waspinator landed face down wards in front of their base, skidding a bit.