Botconness

“YES! I’m GOING TO BOTCON!!!!” I yelled, and then hid behind my step dad in embarrassment, some people gave me odd looks. What? Haven’t any one out here seen a teenager dressed up as a Predacon wasp?! Umm, don’t answer that...

“You don’t have to yell.” My step dad said, “I’ll pick you up at 8:00 pm.”

“Kay! Bye, BYE!! ” I waved. Then turned, anatine bouncing, and half skipped half ran/bolted into the building that housed BOTCON this year.

I got some more odd looks, but really I get ‘odd’ looks ALL the time. Dressed up as a Pred or just being ‘normal.’ Normal. Riiiight.

When I FINALLY got to the dealers room (after I got lost twice -_-) I was, if it was possible, even more energetic then before. Showing my ID to The-Lady-Behind-The-Desk and reserved my Pre-Reg bag.

“Have a nice Day Miss…Tallen is it?” The-Lady-Behind-The-Desk asked eyeing my suit.

“Yes it is, but I am who I am right now,” I grind and (in near prefect imitation of my wasp name-sake for the weekend) said, “Ssszzzzoo...Wazzpinator zzay bye!” I waved to The-Lady-Behind-The-Desk and bounced my way into the dealer room. Flashing my bag to the guard/security/person at the door, I started my hunt for all the G1, RID, BW and ATF things I could get with all the money and burgeoning knowledge I had. And let me tell you *this* wasp has quiet a bit of both!! ^_^

After to hours of TF shopping frenzy, which was interrupted almost every ten or so steps by people wanting to take my picture (though I didn’t mined that at all really ^_~), I had BW Rampage, G1 Mixmaster and a whole lode of others. I had to do mad dash to get to Dan Gilvezan panel before it started.

Dan played G1 Bumblebee/Goldbug, and he was one of the FUNNIEST guys I’ve EVER met!! He was wonderful and told all us fans what it was like doing the G1 shows, though he stopped himself before he got to…‘colorful’ at some points. Hehehe…

Following that I went to go see if any one liked my pics in the art contest (I entered four in last night). Well that and to see all the stuff I didn’t yet see.

“HOLY PRIMUS!!” I gaped at the panting that was stet up not to far from my now little drawings.

“That doesn’t sound like Waspinator to me.” Some one said from behind, not like I cared at the moment though. I was far to busy drooling over what was in front of me, good thing I still had my helmet on…

“This is, like, way, way, WAY better then any thing I’ve done, seen, will do or ever hope to do!! It’s like totally...AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!” All right my G1 obsession is getting a GOOD feeding right now!

Hmm, maybe I should tell you more about this, it’s a painting done by hand, about 4 feet tall and three feet wide with EVERY SIGNAL G1 Autobot in it, from Gears to Metroplex. Metroplex is a TF that’s a few thousand feet tall and turns into a CITY, but in some weird way he’s kind-of cute. Then again I think bullfrogs are cute in a way…Hehehe…=^_^=

“Yes it is!!!!” the same guy from before said. This time I looked, he was a bout 5’10, black, shaved head (normally I don’t think that looks good, but this dude could pull it off without a hitch), brown eyes and he was dressed in what looked like an ‘officially Unofficial’ white suet. He looked like he was about 21 or so.

“But you did enter some thing?” He looked a little confused. Hehehe! ^_^ I have the effect on people.

“Yep, ‘Friends,’ and ‘Sigma Prime’ in profile, both have a black and white copy each.” I said, “Want to see?”

“Yep that’s the one! All hail the Lord-King-God-of-all-things-yellow-and-shiny!!”

“Hehehe…Sunny’s one of my favorites but I love and adore Jazz, Ratchet, Wheeljack and Prowl more. Erm… don’t tell Sunstreaker I said that though, I do *not* want to be stepped on! Oh, they moved ‘em…There’s two.” I pointed to the two colored versions of my drawings.

“There very nice,” he said looking, then blinked “OH! I’m sorry Miss Waspinator, my names Joshua.” Joshua offered me his hand.

“MY name’s Tallen opposed to ‘Miss Waspinator’ but you can call me that if you want.” I grind, “It’s not that bad and you’re not the fist, besides it’s not as long as my E-name and title.”

“Well then Miss Waspinator my I take you to…umm…err…” Joshua trailed off.

“Right after I get a ticket for the Peter Cullen panel, that is, if I have some money left.”

((A/N: For those who don’t know who Peter Cullen is, he’s G1 Optimus Prime and Ironhide. But you KNEW the right? Right??))

Joshua was nice enough to offer to buy the Waspinator toy for me, but I said ‘no that’s okay you don’t have to.’ You know what he did? Said that ‘I had gone to all the trouble to come here as the Predacon and should at lest have the toy of who I came as and not have to pay for it!’ Then he beat me to the dealer room (it’s harder to run in this Waspinator get up then it looks), bought the toy and shoved it in my hands as I came in the room.

“Aww, thanks.” I hugged the box happy giving my trademark half grin as I moved to the both thingy by the door to get a ticket for the Peter Cullen panel.

“I, and most likely every other TF-fan here, would LOVE to meat the Bot’s, Con’s, and the lots. Err…don’t ask were that came from it just popped out.” I ducked my head then ran off as best as I could to get my ticket.

Joshua smiled, and if I (or any one else for that matter) looked at Joshua’s eyes would have seen that they were an almost eternal violet color. And said so softly no one nor any thing but the air could hear him, “Some times your hopes, dreams and wishes are just what starts your destiny.”

An air born stale muffin came out of nowhere and clonked Joshua up side the head, “OW!! Primus!! I did what you wanted me to do! She’s going to be gallivanting so fast around the their realms, He wont find her!” He grumbled some more before vanishing from this realm. Yet no one played any heed to him or the now very lonely stale muffin.

I came back and was about to ask if Joshua was going to the Peter Cullen panel too, but stopped.

“Umm…this is a bit freaky…” I said to the stale muffin after a look around turned up no Joshua. But before I could talk to the stale muffin some more though the Dream Wave team demanded my attention like it should and I was off to get as many autographs as I could.

I never saw the stale muffin OR Joshua again.

Well, actually the last I saw of the stale muffin was when it was talking to a cream puff and little heat shaped sprinkles were flying. I hope they have a good honeymoon.

Late that night I was in one of Grandma’s spare rooms. All my new Transformers (as well as the ones I brought with me) were at war for the fate of our worlds, and on top of my bed to boot!

The battle wasn’t going so good for the Autobots, Maximals and I. The Decepticons and Predacons had us WAY out numbered. Rampage and I were wrestling on the pillows at the head of the bed. I had absolutely KNOW idea I could be so afraid of some one less than 6 inches tall…

But then again this WAS Rampage here people! He’s just scary. Cool, yes. Scary, oh yes, most defiantly!! Even if he was less then 6 inches tall.

Unfortunately we were all ordered to go to sleep by my step dad and finish this war in the morning before we head back to BOTCON. So all the Autobots, Decepticons, Maximals, Predacons and I made a truce for the night.

Why? Simple, my step dad said he’d tell Ratchet WE were the ones that put that snake in his bed if we didn’t go to sleep.

O.o! Eep!

It was cold, so very cold. More like freezing really. I gave the world at large a sleepy growl that sounded like something was dieing, and tried to pull my blankets over me head. Keyword there: TRIED.

“Wha’ dah’ slag?” I sat up off the (freezing) concrete floor. Huh?! I blinked and looked around; I was in the parking lot at the building BOTCON was held at. All right I’m now thoroughly lost, how the slag did I get here? And *WHY* am I in my Waspinator costume? This bears repeating: What the slag?!

I froze, then looked around. Other than the noise, just then it was dark (as in can’t see a thing dark), creepy and…FOGGY!?!

The noise had stopped. I shifted and shook my head trying to wake up faster, I’m not a morning person. To tell the truth I hate, no I loathe mornings. That’s why I didn’t realize one *VERY* important thing until now, my Waspinator costume wasn’t stiff fabric like it had been, it was METAL!

I whimpered, trying not to panic, as I ran my hands over myself feeling just metal, metal, metal, and…flesh. On my arms above and below the elbow, just above the bands on my upper arms. After some further noiseless inspection, I found more skin on my neck and under my helmet (which by the way would NOT come off). Both metal and skin seemed to be fused together and instead of being all green I was now in different shades of blues, a little bit of green and some silver here and there (don’t ask how I knew I just…did…).

The goggles over my eyes were now optics over my eyes. A Predacon insignia was in the bottom left corner of what I guessed was a HUD (heads up display), and symbols scrolled down the right side. I knew what they meant, how I’m not yet sure of yet but I knew.

All systems, mesh and organic, are functional and running at one hundred present.

I froze again. The noise…noises…were coming THIS way now. I scooted back in the opposite direction of the noises, in my fear of big, ugly, mutant spiders (if there’s one thing I hate more then getting up it’s the BIG spiders) that might come out and try to eat my feet, I discovered something cool. The four wings on my back weren’t fabric either, they were real…and they started to beat rapidly bringing me up to my feet. My Sideswipe toy that I had gone to asleep with fell to the ground. Quit noisily I might add too. How rued of it.

I held my breath hearing only my heart trying to pound its way out of my new metal chest and the soft buzz of the wings. I was listening so hard, I barely noticed I was hovering a foot off the ground.

Now the noises were coming from three different directions, now that I was awake they sounded almost like footsteps from some things VERY big and metallic. For that madder I wasn’t in the ‘parking lot’ any more, the ground was solid metal and didn’t look the anything I’ve seen before. One would have the sense that there was no roof, or it was just far too high…

Okay, new tidbit: the footsteps were coming from three different directions and they were ALL coming--!!

The voices were far too loud for comfort and they hurt my ears. “Eep!” I grabbed my Sideswipe toy a darted away. Just in time not to be crushed to little pieces, as three gigantic forms loomed over me.

That has to hurt. I half ran half flew away clutching my TF toy, at the moment I did *NOT* want to here. The three gigantic forms were in what might have been an…impolite pile on the weird ground, if one was to go by the colorful luggage coming from there.

I stopped. That was…no…impossible it couldn’t be..? Slowly I turned around to look at three shadowy figures, still engulfed in the ‘fog/mist.’ Wait, I could see, kind-of…not really…

“Umm, no we’re not.” The first voice said shoving the second one off of his self, then is a softer tone, “Hey lil’ guy we’re not going to hurt you. Come ’ere. Please?” he said the last part as he crawled out of the pile, offering an out stretched hand to me.