Disclaimer: Don't own the Transformers, never will. Don't own Connect Four, either. I own Pantha, Orcus, Tolero, TriDrac and I think that's all of them. Don't sue this overly obsessed fan girl or she will hunt you down and stab you with a spoon.

RG: Another day, another chappie. Waspy!

Waspinator: What overly obsessed fan girl want now?

RG: Get ready for training! Pantha, TriDrac, Tolero! Get in there! Also, there will be no deaths in this chap since I didn't get any requests for any in my reviews...slaggin'...anyways, onto the new chapter!

Waspinator groaned a low groan as he came back online. His head hurt along with his wings, back and about every other body part. The mech managed to sit and he looked around, expecting to be in the training room, alone. Instead, he was sitting up on the berth in the room Pantha had said was his. For the past couple of days, he had been training with Pantha to be a better fighter and so far all he had done was fall and kicked his aft kicked even though the femme was going easy on him. Oh well. Things weren't all bad. At least at the Maximal base if he was hurt or knocked offline during a training session, Pantha would tend to him or carry him to a CR Chamber instead of ignoring him and leaving him there like the Predacons would have and did in the past.

The wasp let out a sigh. "Wazzpinator kinda hungry…wonder where Maxximalzz are…" He muttered as he leaned his back against the cold metal wall.

Just as Waspinator was about to get up to go find someone, a knock came from outside his room. The noise made the worried mech jump slightly, but he calmed down when he remembered that he was in the Maximal base and it wasn't Inferno or QuickStrike that was standing outside his door, ready to pick on him. "Waspinator?" A soft voice called in through the metal door. "I brought you something to eat." The voice paused. "Are you even awake yet?"

Waspinator opened his mouth to answer, but stopped. He thought about it for a minute. Did he really want to talk to anyone right then? "Wazzpinator up." He said after a moment. Heh. Guess he did want to talk to someone. "Izz that catbot?"

"Yes, Waspinator, it is. May I come in or do you just want me to put this down outside the door?" The feline's voice asked.

"It'zz catbot'zz zzhip."

"But it's your room."

Waspinator blinked. He was a little stunned. "Yezz…" He finally said, "Catbot can come in."

"Thanks."

The door opened and Pantha walked in. She placed something on Waspinator's desk and smiled at him. "Brought you something to eat. Figured you would need it after you passed out on us." She grinned and then laughed.

Waspinator looked at Pantha and smiled slightly. The "catbot" was one of the few Maximals that treated him with respect. The rest of them either glared, scoffed, sneered or turned their backs to the bug when they saw him. She was also the only one that he had talked to about his and Terrorsaur's ordeal with Orcus since Terrorsaur wasn't talking and also because Pantha had been through the same thing. Shoot. She was the only 'bot he talked to. Period.

"You okay?" Pantha asked as she saw the look on Waspinator's face. The femme walked over to the bot and sat down next to him. "What's wrong?"

"Wazzpinator okay…" Waspinator sighed, "Wazzpinator just…"

"Hungry? Tired? Feels like dancing?" Pantha asked, smiling. She was just trying to cheer the bug up and lift his spirit, but it didn't appear to be working.

"Worried." He finished. "Wolfbot keep killing, there won't be any Trazzformerzz left on Earth. We'll all be zzzlag…."

Pantha sighed and put an arm around Waspinator's shoulders. "Everything'll be okay, Waspinator." The feline promised as she smiled, trying to calm the nervous bot. "I promise, the Maximals and I are going to stop Orcus."

Waspinator flinched at the werewolf's name, but nodded. "Catbot sweat catbot and Maxximalzz'll stop wolfbot?"

Pantha smiled a soft, warm smile and hugged the bug gently. "I swear. Now. You'd better eat something or you'll pass out during our next training session." She smiled as stood up. "You're getting better, too. Just a tip, though, you should really figure out how to use your speed to your advantage. Trust me, you figure out how, and you'll be kicking my aft in no time. See ya." With that, the feline walked out of Waspinator's room leaving the bug alone to think.

The wasp blinked. "Uzz Wazzpinator'zz zzpeed to Wazzpinator'zz advatage, huh? Catbot give Wazzpinator idea..." He smiled.

Rattrap growled as he spat out some oil that had fallen on his face. He crawled out from under the machine he was working on and tried to wipe his optics. "Slaggin'…"

"Aw, what's wrong, Rattrap?" BlackArachnia's voice called. She was standing in front of the rat, but because of the oil and Energon that had fallen in his optics, Rattrap couldn't see her, but he heard her.

"What does it look like, webs?" Rattrap growled as he finally got the oil out of his optics. "Slaggin' machine blew on me…it'll take me forever to get it back up an' runnin'!"

"So what does it do, anyways?"

"Tracks Pred signals."

BlackArachnia gaped. "You let that machine crash? We'll need it to track that thing!" She yelled, looking at the rat, "I mean, what if that psycho sneaks up on us while that machine's down? He could-"

"BlackArachnia, calm down." A calm voice said from behind the two Maximals. "I believe I can fix it quickly."

"Yeah?" Rattrap asked, "An' jus' exactly who are ya?"

Tolero stepped into the room and looked at Rattrap, the mask that was on his face when he first transformed was missing. "Care to help me fix it, old friend?" He asked, smiling a little. "After all, you need it to work and I want to a chance to work with my old friend again."

Rattrap looked at Tolero and blinked. There was something familiar about this mech, but he couldn't place it. The rat blinked again. He figured it out and his optics widened. "No way. Rhinox?"

"It's Tolero now, Rattrap, but yes, it's me."

"But you…Tankorr…" Rattrap's optics narrowed.

"I know what you're thinking, Rattrap, believe me, I know, but I'm not going to attack any of you." Tolero said, his face serious. "Why should I? Why would I?"

Rattrap smiled a little and his optics went back to normal. "Well then, buddy, let's get to work!"

"That's it!" BlackArachnia asked, looking at Rattrap and Tolero. She smiled. "You're not gonna welcome ol' Rhinox back?" She asked before looking at the bear. "Welcome back."

Tolero smiled at the she-spider and then reached into sub space. He pulled out the mask he had on ealier and snapped it into place on his face. "There. Now, Rattrap, let's get to work." The mech smiled as he pulled out a drill that looked like a bear's claw.

Rattrap smiled and pulled out his wrench. The two mechs worked side by side on the machine while another mech walked into the room. Rattrap and Tolero looked and then went back to work when they saw it was just SilverBolt. BlackArachnia looked over at her love and smiled. "Hey, Bowser Boy." She grinned, using the nickname she had given him back during the orignal beast wars.

SilverBolt smiled at BlackArachnia and then looked at the two mechs on the floor. "Hello, Rhinox." He said, smiling. "Good to have you back."

Tolero merely grunted in reply as he and Rattrap worked on the machine; the mech grabbed a screwdriver and removed a small square thing from the machine. SilverBolt let out a laugh as he wrapped his arm around BlackArachnia's waist. He smiled as BlackArachnia moved a little closer to him. "My dear-"

"Cut the lovey dovey stuff, please." NightScream's voice asked as the bat flew into the control room. He maximized and then landed in front of a monitor.

"Hello, NightScream." SilverBolt smiled as he moved away from BlackArachnia. The mech walked over to NightScream and sighed. "Where have you been? We haven't seen you in almost a whole day."

"Cheetor and TriDrac made me rest...I guess I was much more tired than I thought..." NightScream muttered as he typed. He pulled up a report of an attack on Cybertron and tapped the screen with his claw, making a light 'tap' sound. "There. I finally found it." He said, smiling.

"What is it, my friend?" SilverBolt asked, looking over the bat's shoulder and BlackArachnia walked over to the two mechs. "Is it something of importance?"

"Yes." NightScream nodded. "Check this out." He pulled up another screen that showed a page of Cybertron's "newspaper". On the front page was a headline labeled "Terror of the Night Strikes Again! 3 More Mechs Killed!"

SilverBolt folded his arms and looked at the headlines and blinked. BlackArachnia's optics widened. "Are you saying that the same...thing that killed all those Transformers thousands of years ago could be that psycho that's outside waiting to kill us?" The she-spider asked, looking at NightScream.

"Yes." NightScream nodded. "TriDrac told me about a legend were, before Cybertron was reformatted, a Transformer took the shape of a wolf-like creature and killed. However, the legend goes on to say that it was caught and killed. But TriDrac doesn't believe that and neither do I. We also don't believe that this is just a legend." He said, lowering the window that held the headline. "I think that that,psycho out there is the same one from back then..."

"But that was...before my grandparents were even created." BlackArachnia mused.

SilverBolt nodded. He looked at the monitor one last time, even though the headlines had vanished, and then turned. "If Orcus is really the 'bot from all those years ago..."

"We're in deeper slag than we thought we were." BlackArachnia finished, sighing.

NightScream mearly nodded as he stood up and walked away from the monitor. BlackArachnia and SilverBolt looked at each other and then at the retreating bat.

Tarantulas winced as Megatron banged his fist on the arm rest of his floating throne. "Where is Inferno! I called him here five cycles ago!"

"I don't know, Megatron." Tarantulas said, waving his hands side to side. "I haven't seen him since Terrorsaur and Waspinator disappeared."

"Ah yesss, the fliers..." Megatron growled. "Has the search brought up anything positive?" He asked, looking down at the spider.

"Uh, not exactly, boss." QuickStrike said as he stepped fowards. "All we found at their last known position was a bunch of mech fluid and a few knives that were on the grounf beneath a tree." He said, looking at the Transmetal T-Rex.

Megatron shifted his gaze to the fuzor. "Really? How...interesting..." He smiled. "What about the third signal?"

"That's a no-go, boss."

"Yes, we weren't able to track it, I'm afraid." Tarantulas said. He looked at QuickStrike and then at the ground. "It disappeared soon after Waspinator's and Terrorsaur's did..."

"Hmm..." Megatron muttered, sitting back. He glanced around the room. "Scorponock."

Said mech looked at Megatron. "Uh, yes sir?" He asked, standing at attention.

"Scan for signals that do not belong to a faction." The rex instructed. "We must find whoever did this and get him on our side..." He smiled.

"Yes sir." Scorponock nodded before hurrying to do what the Predacon leader had instructed him to do.

Meanwhile, in the training room, Waspinator and Pantha glared at each other while Dinobot sat in the corner of the room and watched the two train. He snorted when Waspinator took to the air and started to fly around the room.

"Heh. Took my advice, huh?" Pantha asked as she watched the mech buzz around in circles. "You won't regret it, Waspy. What you lack in strength, you make up for in speed." She smiled.

Waspinator smiled a little and flew around ini circles. Eventually, he flew strait at the feline in front of him and took a swing at her. He smiled again, but this time wider, when Pantha stumbled back, stunned by the blow she should have seen coming. Waspinator saw her lack in concentration and kicked at her back. Pantha grunted and fell fowards. She smiled at Waspinator's use of his speed and then started to get up when a shot hit her back. The feline fell down. "Waspinator, we're not using weapons yet!" She called to the bug.

Dinobot growled and started to stand up as Waspinator landed in front of the injured Pantha. The dino snarled as he watched Waspinator look at the feline and blink; Dinobot was ready to tear the Predacon to pieces if he made a move to attack the cat again. However, he was suprised when the bug put his weapon away and offered a hand to help Pantha up. "Wazzpinator sorry." The bug said, looking at Pantha. "Wazzpinator didn't know."

Pantha took the wasp's hand and pulled herself up, almost pulling the smaller bot over. She smiled. "It's okay, Waspinator." She said softly. "I told you you were getting better. Smarter, too. Look how you used your speed as a strength."

Waspinator smiled slightly. "Thankzzz."

"No problem. Now," Pantha pulled her sword out. She threw it away. "get rid of your weapons. We're going to try that again. This time, though, I want you to come at me with all you've got. I won't go easy on you and you can't go easy on me. Understand, Waspy?"

Waspinator nodded and pulled out his weapons. The mech threw them towards where Pantha's sword was and then turned back to the femme. He clenched his fist and flew into the air. However, Pantha anticipated that move and lept up at the wasp. She tackled him to the ground and started to bite and claw at him. Waspinator let out a pained yell and then kneed the panther with both knees. His optics widened as Pantha let out a groan and fell off him, clutching her stomach. "Catbot?" He asked.

Pantha groaned and stood up. She smiled. "Nice one." The femme grinned before leeping at Waspinator again. This move caught the bug by suprise.

Waspinator yelped and managed to fly up into the air, barely dodging the femme's attack. He looked down at the cat and smiled before diving at her. The wasp pulled up at the last second before he hit the ground and grabbed Pantha around the waist. He carried her into the air and then dropped her, only to catch her by the wrist. Waspinator laughed as the feline hissed and attempted to slash him with her sharp claws. "Catbot not get Wazzpinator!" He smiled. "Wazzpinator too high up for catbot!"

"Not this catbot!" Pantha hissed before twisting the hand that Waspinator had and digging her claws into his wrist. She smiled as Waspinator let out a yell of pain and then dropped the cat. Pantha landed on her feet gracefully and then looked up at Waspinator. "Do you want to stop? Or keep going?" She called up.

"Wazzpinator will beat catbot!" Waspinator said stubbornly before diving at Pantha again. He growled and grabbed Pantha's right ear.

The cat let out a painfilled shriek. "WASPINATOR, STOP! PLEASE!" She begged, trying to protect her poor, delitcate ears.

"Not until catbot givezz."

"I give, I give! Just let go of my ear!"

Waspinator released Pantha's ear and then femme choked back tears. She held her head, covering her ears gently, and looked at Waspinator with hurt optics. The bug quickly realized what he had done had gone too far. He buzzed a little and landed a few yards away from Pantha. "Cat-"

Dinobot growled and moved in front of Waspinator, blocking Pantha from his view. The Transmetal 2 raptor 'bot glared at the bug and snorted. "Get away, bug. Go back to the Predacon base. Now! We don't want you here! Not if you're going to-"

"No!" Pantha growled, pushing Dinobot out of the way. "Forget him, Waspinator. That was a smart move, going for my ears like that." She smiled at the wasp even though her ear hurt like hell. "Congrats. You beat me."

"But Wazzpinator didn't beat catbot fairly..." Waspinator sighed, looking at the ground. "Wazzpinator also ignored Catbot's pleazz and continued to pull on catbot'zz earzz..."

"Ah, it's all in the past and forgotten." Pantha said, waving it off as if it was nothing. "C'mon, let's go grab some Energon." The femme smiled. She wrapped her arm around the back of Waspinator's neck and pulled him out of the training room gently.

Dinobot growled as he watched the two walk out of the room, well, Pantha was walking, Waspy was being halfway dragged. The dino looked at the weapons the two had left in the room and picked them up. He carried them out of the room.

Cheetor yawned as he and TriDrac played a game that look a lot like "Connect Four", only it was a hologram version of the game. The cat touched the screen and a black piece appeared there. TriDrac smiled and touched the spot above Cheetor's newest peice. "Connect four. Ha. I finally beat you!"

"One out of forty." Cheetor smiled. "Congrats."

TriDrac looked at Cheetor and then pumped his arms in the air. "I won! Yes!"

"You're crazy." A voice laughed.

"Huh? Hey, P!" TriDrac smiled as the cat and Waspinator walked into the room. "Huh? What's he doing here?" He asked, glaring at Waspinator.

Waspinator started to leave the rec room, but Pantha grabbed his arms and pulled him back in. "He's here to grab some Energon. After all, he finally beat me today. Huzzah!" The cat giggled.

Waspinator smiled a little and then chuckled nervously when TriDrac glared at him. Cheetor looked at the wasp as he restarted the "Connect Four" game. "Your move." He said, not looking at TriDrac.

Pantha grabbed two cups of Energon and handed one to Waspinator. The femme took a sip and then looked at her friend. "So, you guys playing 'Connect Four', huh? TriDrac's only won, what, one out of forty?"

"Connect four." Cheetor smiled. "One out of forty-one." The cat pointed out. "Heh. This cat's on a winning streak!"

"Good luck, Tri. You'll need it. When it comes to 'Connect Four', Cheetor's the champ." Pantha smiled as she took another sip of the energon.

"Believe me, I've noticed." TriDrac muttered as he made a move. "He's beaten my aft so many times..."

Pantha laughed at TriDrac's fustration and shook her head. "You're a nutcase, Tri. Cheetor, go easy on him, huh? After all, Tri's only won one slaggin' game!" She giggled.

"Oh, ha, ha." TriDrac muttered as Cheetor connected three pieces. "Slag...there." He poked the screen.

"Connect four." Cheetor and Pantha said at the same time as Cheetor connected four pieces together. TriDrac groaned and the two cats smiled and shot each other thumbs up.

"Hey, Waspy-" Pantha turned to look at Waspinator and saw him cowering in a dark corner of the room. "Waspy? What's wrong?"

The wasp buzzed nervously as Pantha walked over to him. He tried to back away, but ran into the corner. Waspinator looked at Pantha with large, frightened optics. "Plzzz...leave poor Wazzpinator alone...get out of Wazzpinator's head..." He said, fear in his voice, as he clutched his head.

"Waspy, it's me. It's Pantha." The feline said softly, "No one's trying to hurt you. What's wrong? Please tell me." She begged as she bent down to Waspinator's level. "Waspy?"

All of a sudden, Waspinator reached back and punched Pantha in the nose. While the cat was stunned, the bug jumped to his feet and ran as fast as he could away from the rec room. "Plzzz...leave Wazzpinator alone..." He panted as he ran. "Plzzz..."

Pantha fell back and blinked. She didn't realize what had happened until Cheetor was at her side. "Big Cat, you okay?" Cheetor asked as he helped Pantha to her feet. "What the slag was that all about?"

Pantha blinked. She shook her head and blinked a few more times. "Ow. Yeah, I'm okay. Which way'd Waspy go? Something's wrong with him. He's frightened..."

"That way, Big Cat. TriDrac went after him when he ran." Cheetor explained as he pointed down the left hall.

"Oh slag! TriDrac'll kill Waspy! He already doesn't like him!" She yelled before running past Cheetor and towards the two mechs. "TriDrac! Don't you hurt him! He doesn't know what he's doing!" Pantha screamed towards her friend.

However, TriDrac had already grabbed Waspinator and had pinned him to the ground. The Komodo flicked his forked tongue out at the bug and let out a warning hiss. "Just try to run, Waspy, and I'll personally rip your wings off one by one."

"Plzzz leave Wazzpinator alone..." Waspinator whimpered as he weakly struggled to get away from the angry mech ontop of him. "Wazzpinator not want to fight...he just wantzz to get away...plzzz let Wazzpinator go..."

"No chance, bug brain!" TriDrac spat as he glared at the frightened mech. "I knew that Pantha should have left you hanging on that tree! We'd be better off if you just LEFT!" He yelled the last word and Waspinator cringed.

"TriDrac, get away from him!" Pantha yelled as she ran over to the two mechs. The feline threw her friend off of the wasp and bent down next to him. She looked at the tiny holes in Waspinator's arms where TriDrac's claws and dug into his skin and glared at TriDrac. "I didn't say you could hurt him!" She spat. Pantha looked at the frightened Waspinator and her optics softened. "It's okay, Waspy. It's okay."

Waspinator tried to back away, but froze when Pantha put her arms around him and held him there. "Plzzz...leave Wazzpinator alone..." He whimpered. "Get out of Wazzpinator'zzz head..."

"No one's going to hurt you." Pantha said softly. "Don't worry. No one's here to hurt you. Calm down..."

TriDrac stood up from where he had been thrown and glared at the wasp. He snorted. "I don't see why we bother helping him. He slaggin' attacked you!"

"He's frightened!" Pantha spat back. "Something's wrong with him. I'm a cat and a femme. I know these things..." She trailed off as Waspinator relaxed a little. "Waspy, you okay?"

"Plzz...get...out...of...Wazzpinator'zz...head...Leave poor...Wazzpinator..." Waspinator said slowly before his optics cut off and he went offline. "Alone..."

Pantha stood up and picked the mech up. She looked at TriDrac. "I don't want anyone to go into Waspinator's room until after he wakes up and I see him, understand? Something's wrong and I want to know what before it gets another one of my Maximals." She turned, cutting TriDrac off before he could even say anything. The femme picked Waspinator up and carried him back to his room. "Everything'll be okay, Waspinator."

Meanwhile, in Orcus' cave, the werewolf was about to take a nap when Curator's voice came into his mind. He growled, "What is it now, brother? Couldn't find yourself a body?"

Oh, I found not one, but two, brother. Both Maximals. However, the first one I tried to talk to freaked out for lack of a better term. He attacked his friends, thinking that they were the ones in his head. I should have left when I realized just how scared of me he really was...

"But you didn't." Orcus smiled. "You continued to pry into his mind and scared him even more. How long did this one last?"

Twenty cycles. I'm afraid, though, it was more frightening that exhausting to the poor mech. Curator said sadly.

"So this means you'll have to try the second one."

Or try to talk to this one again. I don't know which to do...wait. Why am I telling you this?

"Because I'm the only one you can complain to. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a nap to get to before I start on my newest toy." Orcus yawned before curling up in a ball and falling into recharge.

You're sick. Curator growled as he saw what the werewolf was talking about. The mech had yet another Transformer tied to his "torture table". This one, however, was a Predacon. And not a very scared one, either. Curator smiled as he got an idea. The spirit quickly took over Orcus' body, which he could only do sparingly, and used it to walk over to the table. Orcus' mouth smiled as he untied the red mech from the table.

Rattrap and Tolero had just finished fixing the machine when the alarms started to go off. The two mechs shot to their feet and then looked at the monitor. Rattrap read the read outs and then touched his comm. All Maximals to the control room, we got Preds an' a pod to boot! He said into the communicator.

A minute later, all of the Maximals were in the control room. Pantha made her way to the front of the pack and then looked at the machine. "Hmm...Megatron, Tarantulas...QuickStrike..." She muttered, folding her hands. "Tolero, Rattrap, we'll need you two to start the pod and also Tolero's strength will be good for defending Rattrap incase some Pred decides to attack him while he's working on the pod. Cheetor. Your speed'll work wonders here." Pantha turned to her friends. "Let's go."

The four Maximals quickly transformed into beast mode and hurried out of the Axalon.

RG: Whew. Yet another chap. When I get an idea-

TriDrac and Pantha: You get an idea.

RG: Bingo. Anywho, 'nother chap. Yes, Rhinox is Tolero for those of you that STILL HAVEN'T FIGURED IT OUT!

Pantha:...Done yet?

RG: (Breathes heavily, then calms down) Yeah.

TriDrac: Good. Now, where were we?

RG: Um...I believe the reason I called Curator two names in the last chap?

Pantha: Yeah, the first name she called him means "protector" in the wolf's native language.

RG: Right. (Nods) Now, are we all good?

TriDrac: ...We still don't have anyone to kill off in the next chap. Someone please request someone!

RG: And before you ask, I'm not killing of Waspy. Not yet, anyways...(smiles eviliy)

Pantha: Oh great. She's going psycho.

RG: HEY! I am not!