Interesting Disclaimer:

Pawsy: I'm in the mood for Beast Wars. Granted, I want to do more of my DBZ 'Escape,' but I'm kinda stuck on this section right now. Besides, I need humor.

Frieza: Who's actually reading this?

Pawsy: No one. I'm bored. Ladeedadeedadeedadeeda….

Frieza: .:stares:. It's noticeable.

Pawsy: Thanks. So, anyway, Beast Wars belongs to Hasbro…Mainframe…I forget. It's one of those two. But the idea of this story? Mine. Maniac? ….eh…50/50. My idea on concept, personality, creation, but the…eh…you'll see what I mean.

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Tick…tock…tick…tock…

Primus, not again…

Tick…tock…tick…tock…

Cursed voices…

Time sure does fly by…don't it? Tick…tock…tick….

"Shuttup!"

The Predacon leader jolts out his recharge mode. Seeing the familiar confides of his throne, he looks around for…well...

"Again…it's happening again…"

Voices. In his sleep, that's all he hears. Voices and more voices…constantly chattering over nonsense. Some days he expects to come online and find that it has all been nothing but a prank. One of his warriors messing with his mind…or possibly one of Tarantulas's schemes. A vague attempt at driving him mad, possibly. Whatever the cause, it seems to have stopped for now.

"Slag it all, I will get to the bottom of this," he mutters. But not now; for now, he has other agendas to tend to. He arises from his throne and exits his room.

Prison. It's prison. At least that's what it feels like at times.

He shakes the thought out of his mind and approaches the control area of the Darkside. There, Waspinator is standing guard at the moment. Still bent over the consol from the night before, just as he was told. He may be a lousy warrior, but his loyalty is without question. It is strange.

And yet, it probably wouldn't matter to scrap the insect.

Megatron stops cold. Where did that come from? Sure, he may of thought of the possibility in the past, but not now. For now, he needed any and all troops he could get a hold of. But they didn't need to know that. Ruling with fear is just a basic tyrant's trick he didn't feel like losing anytime soon.

"He's useful for the moment," he says to himself, as if he needs the reassurance.

Yeah…the moment…

Ignoring that last comment, he turns back to the wasp.

"Waspinator!"

The wasp quickly turns around at the sound of his name.

"Yezzzz Megatron?"

How long has he been on duty? It seemed the insect looks both jumpy and worn. Not good in case he is needed in battle. Even if he is usually the target, he is still useful. Megatron was about to give Waspinator the command to go rest when Inferno appears.

"Royalty!"

Slag!

The ant is before Megatron before he can even protest.

"I am ready for any commands, my queen."

Hit him. Slag him. Something to get it through his thick head!

"Don't call me that," Megatron states. The ant doesn't even register the irritation in his leader's voice. He never does.

"I am here to serve you, my queen."

Really. Shoot him. Now.

"Yes…."

Megatron mulls over his options real quickly.

"Inferno."

"Yes, my queen."

Megatron flinches inwardly at the name.

"I need you and Waspinator to set up a jamming tower."

"Of course, Royalty! Where do we carry out this prerogative?"

Far away.

"Toward the artic region of the planet. And I want it done immediately."

"Yes Royalty!"

The ant flies over to Waspinator.

"Drone!"

The wasp nearly jumps this time. He had almost completely drifted off when he was called upon again.

"There is no time to rest, drone! We have orders given! Now!"

With that, the ant has taken off to get the necessary equipment needed for their expedition. Waspinator groans and begrudgingly follows. Sure, Megatron could've sent anyone with the ant, but Waspinator was the closest. It didn't matter. The ant was no longer his problem at the moment.

That's right. Work the wasp like a dog. He's not going to be worth scrap if they're attacked.

Megatron shakes his head again. His thoughts were really getting on his nerves lately. So, to distract his recent views, he notices Blackarachnia slipping back into the base.

"So, the arachnid has been out again…."

Treacherous bitch.

She slips past defenses and slowly makes her way back to her quarters.

"Moonlight walk, Blackarachnia?"

She comes to a dead halt and turns to her leader. The large bot seems even more threatening than usual as he looks down at her.

"Oh! Megatron. I…I was scouting," she replies. As if he didn't know about her infatuation with the Maximal fuzor. But he'll play along for now.

"Really…and who issued such an order? Hmm?"

She had to think over the answer. While watching her, the Predacon leader found it mildly amusing that such a basic question left her speechless.

How to dig one's self out of this hole, huh?

"It was Inferno," she says coolly, as if the original question never fazed her. "He gave it to me three mega cycles ago."

"I see," Guessing it is pointless to toy with her, he changes the conversation. "With that settled, I need you to get to your post. I expect Inferno will be trying to contact me soon."

"Really? May I ask what for?" Blackarachnia asks aloud.

"Coordinates. For the new jamming tower," Megatron replies as he heads back to his own quarters.

"And what should I tell him?"

Megatron scoffs at the thought.

"Just pick somewhere. Far away and some place that will force him to take time to set up the slagging instrument!"

There is silence in the room. Blackarachnia stares at the rex in shock. Megatron just stands there speechless. Did he say that out loud? He notices the arachnid is still staring at him, and now Quickstrike is too. Apparently the fuzor came in at the end of the conversation.

"Uh…you 'kay, boss bot?" the mix asks. Megatron doesn't reply at first, curious over what made him blurt out an answer like that. Finally, he regains his senses and looks to the two lackeys before him.

"Miss Arachnia, just do as I said," with that he turns back to leave.

"Okay…" she says and glances over to Quickstrike. The fuzor shrugs, confused over the matter.

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Megatron makes it back to his quarters with no other interruptions. After sitting in his throne for who knows how long in silence, he finally reviews over the previous incident. What happened back there? Usually he keeps a level mind, but that!

"Just a glitch. It won't happen again," he says. Guaranteed, his troops are now talking about his bizarre outburst.

Slag them! As if they never made a mistake before!

He sighs. What did it matter now? He already ruled it out as a glitch. No point in beating himself over the past.

Thunder roars outside. Obviously another one of the many storms brought on by the heat is rolling in. Lightning. That will probably disrupt any signal from Inferno.

"May not get his transmission for a bit, then," Megatron notes to himself.

Good.

He growls in agitation. No doubt, Inferno's loyalty is definitely reliable. But it is also the problem. There are times that the ant would never leave him alone. Oh well, he is gone at the moment. Time to revel in the peace.

"Megatron."

Or not.

Megatron recognizes the female spider's voice. What could she possibly need right now?

"I have a transmission coming in from Inferno," she states. No…it couldn't be! There was no way in the pit he could've gotten to his destination that fast! Especially with the worn Waspinator dragging him down! Unless…

"Send him through," Megatron says. Within seconds, Inferno's voice is heard.

"Inferno to Royalty."

"Yes, Inferno. Report," he says with barely any enthusiasm.

"I'm in the artic region of the planet, Royalty…"

How the slagging pit did he—

"But I am incapable to begin construction as you ordered. It seems that the drone, Waspinator, was unable to keep up and is now missing from my scanners."

No kidding.

"Furthermore, Royalty, it seems I didn't hear of where to plant the jamming tower."

You don't say.

"My fault entirely. So, what are your commands, my queen?"

And just like the storm outside, the Predacon bolts out of his seat as fast as the lightning.

"My commands? How about this? I don't care where that tower goes. Choose a slagging spot! Waspinator? He was probably shot down by Maximals cycles ago, you idiot! And if they haven't shown up yet, they will! So for your orders, since you can't get through your dense mental processors, I want you to allow the Maximals to tear you to scrap for calling me 'queen' so many slagging times!"

With that, Megatron disconnects the link.

Good job!

Staring at the blank screen before him, he realizes what he just said. What the slag happened? That is the second time he's done that today. As if he can't separate his thoughts from his words.

"Slag it! By the pit, why is this happening?"

Because you really wanted to say it. Admit it. You wanted to.

"Shuttup!"

No one's talking! Just your slagging thoughts!

"I said shuttup!"

As if anyone is in here but you! It's you! Just you!

"GO AWAY!"

In a flash of fury, he slams his hands down on the consol before him. What he didn't expect was the flash of lightning that just struck the base. Blackarachnia even recoils away from her computer screen. Megatron isn't so lucky. As he feels the shock spread through his internal systems, he's launched against the opposite wall. Upon impact, he starts to black out. And just before going into stasis lock, he couldn't help but notice that the voices have gone.

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Internal repairs completed. Systems online.

Megatron can feel himself slowly come back online. What happened? One minute, he was on frequency with Inferno…then…blackness. Of course, there is the fact of what he screamed at the ant…and the lightning…

"Oh slag…" he mutters while grabbing onto his head. Strangely, it is throbbing in pain. Guess he should consider himself lucky that is the only thing hurting. A small sacrifice after conducting the fury of the storm.

"The storm." He pulls up a computer screen to show that the bulk of the storm has left, leaving only a cloudy sky. Bits of thunder barely growl in the distance.

"How long have I been offline?" Judging how quickly these storms usually last, he finally concludes it couldn't have been any longer than two mega-cycles. What surprises him is that not one of his troops has come through his quarters during the time he was out. Then again, after that first outburst, he must've sent a silent warning to not be disturbed.

"As if this day could get any worst," he says in disgust.

It's then he hears movement…and a groan. There's someone in his quarters after all. Weapon ready, he turns around to face the intruder. But he doesn't shoot. He can't. For before him is him.

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Pawsy: Hoo doggy. That's all I can muster for chapter 1.

Frieza: Do expect a chapter 2.

Pawsy: Hmmm…looking at this, do you think that's how Reaper came along?

Frieza: I think Reaper came from a rejection of the Apocalypse.

Reaper: You two have something to say?

Pawsy&Frieza: 0o! Uh…no….?

Reaper: Yeah, so read and review…or I'll kill you.

Pawsy: Not really. She'll kill me! .:sob:. Again!