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Author's Note: This story centers around Waspinator after his “promotion” to the king of mankind at the end of “Nemesis, pt. II.”

A Wasp’s Tale
by Larry Bignell (vorann@hotmail.com)

The night fell rapidly at this time of the year. The humans had let their fire die down and had long since scurried into their mud houses.

Waspinator was bored.

Almost insanely so. He had taken to speaking not only to himself, but to pictures of his long-gone Predacon colleagues. He had scavenged the wreckage of his old home and had found just enough scrap to fashion himself a makeshift crown. He had found Inferno’s carbonised black head, its expression forever held in one of disillusioned betrayal.

Waspinator looked at it for a second before tossing it aside. For some time he had been collecting pieces of dead metal in a vain attempt to reconstruct one of his fallen comrades just so he could have someone to talk to. Now, it wasn’t that there weren’t enough humans about, it was just that none of them had managed to speak yet. Sure, the occasional grunt here and there seemed to convey language of some sort but none of them seemed to be able to string together an intelligent sentence. Then again, neither could Quickstrike, and as for that bully Inferno, all he seemed to say was either "Burrrn!" or "For the Royalty!". Still, it was in a language he could understand.

He was beginning to wonder if being left here was such a blessing as he had at first believed.

Damn it! He as beginning to miss being blown up of shot every day or so. He missed being shouted at by Megatron, or being trodden on by Rampage or someone. And where were the Maximals? Probably swanning around Cybertron acting like Primus’s gift to the Universe. It wasn’t as if they had lost the Beast Wars or anything and now only four of them remained alive being chased by some awfully powerful force of new Transformers. Now that would be stupid! Hell, by now Megatron had been deconstructed and was at this moment adorning the walls of Optimus Primal’s house.

He had been on Earth now for over seven hundred years and nothing much at all had happened in all that time.

Ah well! He had two options now. He could either wait for a couple of hundred millennia until the Autobots and Decepticons woke up and he could hitch a ride back home via the spacebridge. Or, he could hope that his Cybertronian compatriots would eventually come for him.

Until then, Waspinator would just have to sit there and go on being bored…