Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers. Won't ever. Unless fate decides he's tortured me enough and gives me the TFs, not a chance. All I own are Pantha, Orcus, TriDrac, Tolero and...Oumu. Don't you dare use them without asking!

RG: Yet another chap...my fingers hurt...

Pantha: Then quit updating every day!

RG: I can't help it! When I get an idea, I have to type it!

Pantha:...Get to the chap.

RG: Rightio!

As the battle raged on between the Maximals and Predacons for ownership of the newest pod, a pain filled scream filled the air and both the Maximals and the Predacons stopped what they were doing and looked around. Pantha lowered her sword as she looked away from Megatron. "Oh no..."

"What was that, Megatron?" Tarantulas asked as he looked around, a nervous glimmer in his optics. His grip on his weapon tightened.

The Predacon leader's optics darted around as he tried to locate the origin of the scream. "Nothing good, nooo..." The T-Rex growled as he lowered his arm/laser.

"Orcus..." Pantha growled. "Maximals!" The Maximals turned to their leader and Pantha looked at her friends. "Orcus has yet another one of our friends, we've got to save them! Maximals, retreat!" She yelled, putting her sword away. "Now!"

As the Maximals put their weapons away and started to transform, Megatron held his hand up. "Wait." The Predacon leader said calmly. "I have a simple question."

"Allow me to look at the pod and I'll answer it." Pantha growled. She didn't trust Megs as far as she could throw him, but she needed to see that pod. To make sure that Orcus hadn't gotten there before they did. "I need to make sure that the Transformer that Orcus is...playing with..." The femme shuddered, "Isn't the one from that pod."

"Very well." Megatron said, "Predacons, stand aside." He ordered and then watched the other Predacons move away from the pod as Pantha walked over to it. The femme kneeled down and opened it. Her head fell and she shook her head. "Well? Is it there? And who is Orcus?"

"No...it's not there..." Pantha whispered. "That slaggin' bastard took another one of our friends!" She yelled, hitting the pod with her fists. "Slaggit! Slaggit! Slaggit!"

"How very disappointing." The Rex shrugged, his voice unfeeling. "Now, answer my question. Who is Orcus?"

Pantha stood up and turned around. She glared at Megatron, her optics filled with the same hate they had when the werewolf had captured her. "A psycho that's even more of a psycho than you and Rampage put together and then multiplied by three. He's already murdered one Maximal, one Predacon, he's already tried (and almost succeeded) to kill Waspinator, Tolero and myself." The feline shivered at the memory.

Megatron let out a thoughtful "hmm..." as the last of the Maximals left. Just as Pantha was about to leave as well, the Predacon spoke up, "You said that this...Orcus has killed both a Maximal and a Predacon?" He asked, looking at the young Maximal leader.

"Yes." Pantha nodded. "He ripped Terrorsaur to pieces while he was still alive and then let him die while he pinned Waspinator to a tree, thinking he was dead." The femme said softly. "He's a psycho who enjoys others' pain." She shivered.

Megatron nodded and then looked at the femme. "How do you know, hmm? Where are my Predacons?" He asked and every single Predacon that was present turned their weapons onto Pantha.

"Uh..." The cat took a step back. She hadn't been expecting that one. "Well..."

"Well what?"

"Terrorsaur's body is at the Axalon. Like I said, his body was torn to pieces and I fixed it." Pantha explained, ignoring the weapons. "No one deserves to be killed like that. Not even a Predacon."

"What about Waspinator?" Megatron growled. He didn't really care about the bug, but this Maximal knew where his Predacons were and it was burning the Rex up that this femme knew where a member of his team was and he didn't.

"Safe, Megatron. He's no longer pinned up to that tree."

"But where is he?"

"Somewhere where he'll be safe, now, if you'll excuse me..." Pantha turned to go.

Megatron glared at QuickStrike. The fuzor let out a roar and tackled the femme to the ground. He pinned her under him and looked at Megatron. "I got 'er, boss. Now what?" He asked in his heavy Southern accent.

Megatron walked over to the fuzor and kicked him off Pantha. The rex put his foot on her back and started to press. "Where's. Waspinator." He growled, putting pressure on her back. "Tell me where the bug is or you'll end up nothing more than a cat pancake."

"Bite my aft, Megatron." Pantha growled up at Megatron. Her tail wrapped around his ankle and she started to squeeze, but stopped when another scream was heard. Only this time, she recognized the scream. "Dinobot! No!" The femme yelled, trying to get out from under Megatron's foot. "Get your foot off me! I gotta help them!"

Megatron mearly shook his head and stepped on Pantha's back harder. He looked at the Predacons. "Predacons, follow the Maximals. Recrute this new mech...Orcus...he shall be an invaluable ally to our cause. Destroy anyone that tries to stop you." He ordered and the Predacons quickly transformed and flew or walked after the Maximals. Megatron then turned his attention back to the struggling femme that was held under his foot. "What to do with you?"

"Let me have her..." A voice hissed and Pantha's optics widened. She started to struggle even more when Orcus jumped from the shadows to in front of Megatron. "I didn't finish my job last time and I really want to squeeze her spark again...maybe this time I can find some memories in her spark like I did the bear's." He grinned.

"Who are you?" Megatron growled, looking at the werewolf.

"Orcus."

"Ah...so you're Orcus. The one that killed one of my Predacons..."

"And a Maximal." Orcus pointed out as he walked over to Megatron, unafraid. He looked down at Pantha and winked, making the femme struggle yet even more. "Hello, there. Remember me?"

"How could I forget!" Pantha spat. "I can still feel your claws on my spark!"

Megatron glanced at Orcus, unsure of what to say. He looked at Pantha and then smiled. "I suggest you join us, my friend. The Predacons could use you..."

"I belong to no faction." Orcus growled.

"Hear me out, please." Megatron said, holding his heads up as a sign of peace. "You don't have to do much, just promise you won't rip my Predacons to shreads and you may do whatever you want. We shall not question you or hunt you, however, if you refused, we will be forced to hunt you down and kill you."

Orcus smiled. "I've died a few times before, actually, unable to fully die." He shrugged. "I always come back...and start my job over again." He looked at Megatron. "I accept. Although I will not join you, I will not attack your team and you shall not hunt me nor attack me."

"Deal." Megatron smiled.

Orcus smiled. He looked at Pantha and a smile crept up on his face. Megatron saw the smile and looked at him. "I take it you almost killed her?"

"Almost..." Orcus hissed. He bent down. "May I have the honor of killing her?"

"Of course." Megatron smiled. He ripped Pantha's sword away from the femme before getting off her. As soon as she was released, Pantha got to her feet and ran for her life.

"Let the hunt begin." Orcus smiled before jumping into the trees.

Meanwhile, Dinobot and Cheetor gaped at the bloody Transformer that was stumbling towards them. The femme had an alt form of a colorful parrot and was actually the one that had screamed, using Dinobot's voice, instead of the Transmetal 2 raptor. She looked at the two Maximals and then fell to the ground. As soon as she did, Dinobot ran over to her and moved the femme so she was lying on her back. "Are you alright? Who are you?"

"Get away from me..." The femme said weakly. "I don't need your help...Predacon..."

"It's alright." Cheetor said, walking over to the femme. He picked her up gently. "We're Maximals. We're going to help you."

The parrot femme looked at Cheetor, her soft red optics dull. "My name's-" She gasped sharply as the pain coursed through her body, "Oumu. I'm a Maximal too." Oumu groaned.

Dinobot snorted as he stood up. The raptor looked at the bloody femme in Cheetor's arms and then looked at Rattrap and Tolero. "Let's get her back to the ship." He growled, "Before that werewolf comes back."

"Wait a nano-click, Chopperface." Rattrap muttered. "What the slag are ya doin' here? De boss lady sent us ta get the pod. You were-"

"I left the base to hunt this monster on my own, vermin." Dinobot growled. "It was only then did I see the femme. She copied my voice and ran. I followed her. That's when you came in." He glared at the others.

Tolero motioned for everyone to calm down. "Now, now, we don't need to start a fight out here, do we? No. We need to get Oumu to the base and into a Chamber, stat." He said, looking at the three other mechs. Tolero looked at the femme in Cheetor's arms. "You'll be alright."

Oumu smiled slightly as her optics clicked off. She sighed softly and nuzzled into Cheetor's chest, her feathers slightly tickling the cat's noise. Cheetor twitched his cat nose, but didn't say anything about it as he started to walk towards the base. "So...Oumu..."

The parrot let out a small "hmm?" in Cheetor's voice that made the cat chuckle. He looked at the femme. "Do you like to play human board games?" He asked, smiling, "Because if you do, then you'll love it at the Axalon." Cheetor grinned a goofy grin.

Dinobot, Tolero and Rattrap all looked at each other and Rattrap grinned a goofy grin. "Ah, young love." He said in a French accent, but then went back to his normal one, "Ain't it beautiful?"

"What would be beautiful is if you would shut up for once." Dinobot growled and Tolero shook his head, smiling. The raptor growled again and followed Cheetor and the others back to the Axalon II.

Tolero looked at his friends and then sighed. He looked at Rattrap and grinned. "It's good to be back, Rattrap." He smiled before leading the way to the ship.

Pantha panted as she ran from the laughter behind her. "Oh, Primus above please help me..." She whispered as she jumped over a log. The femme made a quick, left turn and started to run again when a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a bush. Another hand covered her mouth, cutting off the scream that had started to rise in her throat. Her spark pounded in her chest as she froze with fear. Then she realized something. The hands that held her weren't covered with fur. The 'bot that had her wasn't Orcus...but...if it wasn't him...then who had her?

The hands pulled Pantha closer as Orcus ran past the bushes. He stopped, sniffed the air and growled. The werewolf smiled. "You can run and you can hide, my dear, but I will find you and then do to you what I did to that other femme I found." He grinned his sick grin before running off again.

As soon as Orcus was out of sight, the hands released her and Pantha panted, her hand over her spark. She shook slightly. "Damn...werewolf...almost had me...But who..." She turned around to look at who had saved her and blinked. "Waspy?"

"No." Waspinator shook his head. His voice was deeper and didn't have the buzzing quality to it. "I'm not Waspinator, I'm just using his body...for now. My name is Curator. I'm Orcus' brother."

"What! Get out of Waspy's-" Pantha started to yell, but Waspinator quickly covered her mouth.

"Shh! Please. I don't want my brother to find us." Curator said softly. He removed his hand from the femme's mouth. "I'm sorry if I startled you, but I must make this quick. Your friend's body can't sustain me for long before it starts to seriously hurt him."

Pantha glared at the 'bot, but nodded. "Then hurry. But I swear, you hurt him and-"

"I promise I won't. Now, my brother and I are millions of years old." The mech started to explain, "We were born on Cybertron a long time ago, even then, though, my brother enjoyed inflicting pain on others. Later, he killed a family of Autobots and the Autobot Council..."

"I know, go on."

"Thank you. However, I felt somewhere deep in my spark that my brother wasn't gone and I was correct. Just a year after his death, another Transformer started killing and ripping apart other Transformers. However, no one knew who it was, but I did. I hunted him down and then found him. Turns out, I was right. My brother was alive. I confronted him and we fought. I ended up dying. However, my spark was bound to his for unknown reasons and I was forced to go wherever he went, only able to control his body when he entered recharge. Even then, my control was limited."

"I see..." Pantha nodded. "Anything else?"

"Yes. My brother can travel through space and time. This is then eleventh Beast Wars we've come apon and so far, my brother had murdered everyone from the last ten Beast Wars. I have a feeling that if we don't do something...the death toll is only going to rise."

"So how do we stop him, Curator?"

"In order-" The voice stopped and then Waspinator's body let out a painfilled yell. He fell back and clutched his chest, arching his back slightly.

"Waspy!" Pantha yelled, scrambling over to her friend's side. "Curator, what's wrong! What are you doing to him!"

"N-Nothing...he's fighting me..." Curator groaned as he arched his back a little more. "He wants me to get out of his head!"

"I would fight you to if you took of my body and were hurting me!" The cat yelled as she held down Waspinator's shaking body as the bug tried to fight an unknown, invisable force.

"I'm not-" Curator's voice changed to Waspinator's voice. The bug sounded frightened, "Help Wazzpinator, catbot! Spirit hurting Wazzpinator! Get out of Wazzpinator'zz head!"

Pantha put her hands on Waspinator's chest and held him down with more force as the wasp started to fight more. She looked into his optics. "Waspinator, calm down. Curator will leave you soon, okay? Just hold on." The femme said softly. "Please."

"No! Make spirit leave Wazzpinator'zz head now!" Waspinator looked at Pantha with huge, frightened optics. He whimpered. "Plzz...Wazzpinator don't like spirit in Wazzpinator'zz head..."

The feline sighed. "Curator, leave Waspinator's body. Now." She muttered, looking Waspinator in the optics. "I know you're still there. Now leave him."

Curator spoke again and when he did, Waspinator's optics widened with fright, "I must-"

"YOU!" Pantha hissed, cutting Curator off. She dug her claws into the bug's chest, not meaning to. "MUST leave his body! NOW! He's frightened!"

Curator sighed. "Very well. As you wish..." He said in his voice before making Waspinator sigh. A blue ball flew out of the bug's mouth and into the air. Waspinator's optics clicked off for a few seconds and then the bot stopped shaking. He went limp and his optics opened. "Catbot?" The 'bot asked in his own voice.

Pantha smiled. "Yeah, Waspy. It's me."

"Catbot get rid of spirit?" Waspinator asked, "Wazzpinator not able to feel spirit anymore..."

"He's gone, Waspy. He left you." Pantha smiled softly as she got off of the mech. The femme stood up and offered Waspinator a hand to help him up. "Here. Lemme help you up."

Waspinator took the cat's hand and the femme pulled him to his feet. The wasp looked around. "What Catbot and Wazzpinator doing in forest?"

"Getting out of here and heading back to the base." Pantha smiled. "Good to have you back to normal, Waspy."

Waspinator smiled back weakly and started to walk away when the sadistic laugh of Orcus' rang through the forest. His optics widened with fright and he jumped slightly when he felt something cling to his arm. The thing that was clinging to his arm turned out to be Pantha, her optics wide with fright. The femme was clinging to Waspinator's arm like a scared sparkling and shaking slightly. "S-See?" Pantha asked, smiling weakly. "I told you I was afraid of him..."

Waspinator looked at Pantha, suprised, and then jumped again when the wolf's laugh echoed through the woods agian. He felt Pantha's grip on his arm tighten and he winced. The wasp looked around, scared. "Who'zzz there?" He buzzed.

The wolf jumped from the branches he was hiding from to right in front of the two. He glared at them and then smiled a little at Pantha. "Hello again. Finally found you."

Pantha eeped and moved behind Waspinator. Sure, she was the Maximal leader, but even Maximal commanders had fears. And this guy was one of her biggest ones. The cat glared at Orcus. "How the hell did you find us?" She asked, her voice sounding no where near as afraid as she really was.

"I saw my little bro..." Orcus smirked. "Ah, the two that got away. Heh. This was all too easy...both of you at once..." He smiled his sick, twisted smile and then, quick as lightening, pulled out his laser and fired at the two.

Pantha yelped and pushed her friend out of the way. The femme let out a small whimper as the shots hit her arm and leg. She fell to the ground and pulled out a taser as she tried to stand. "Take this!" Pantha yelled, throwing the taser at Orcus. She smiled as it hit his face.

Orcus let out a pain filled roar, clutching his face, and stumbled back. Waspinator backed up and swallowed, scared to death. Pantha stood up and pulled out another taser. "Go back to the pit you crawled out of, you psycho!" She spat.

Orcus ripped the taser off his face and glared at the cat. "How dare you do that to me!" He yelled, his left hand over the side of his face. "You little glitch!" He took a step closer to Pantha and the cat growled. "I let you live and you dared-"

"SHUT UP AND GO TO THE FRAGGING PIT!" The cat yelled, throwing more and more tasers at the mech.

Orcus growled and jumped into the trees, dodging the tasers. His growl seemed to come from everywhere as Pantha finally calmed down. All of a sudden, three knives from one of the trees and slashed Waspinator's arms and pinned the wasp to a tree by his wing. "Got one of you..." He smiled.

Waspinator let out a yell of pain as he was pinned against the tree. He reached up to the pull the knife out of his wing when a shot his him arm and it fell, completely usless now. "What the-? What wolfbot do to Wazzpinator'zz arm?" He asked, trying to move the numb limb.

"It's poisoned, Waspinator." Pantha said as she ran over to the wasp. She pulled the knife out of his wing. "His gun has a poison in it that'll shut off that limp and/or body part." She growled and then tried to wiggle the claws on her right hand. "Slag. See?"

Waspinator looked up and then his optics widened. The wasp grabbed Pantha and pulled her to the ground as a laser blast rang out. He covered his head as a loud 'CRACK' was heard and then a 'CRASH' as well. When he and Pantha looked up, the tree that had been behind them was now on the ground and Megatron and QuickStrike stood across from Orcus, glaring at Pantha.

The femme stood up. "Oh sweet mother of Primus above, I'm slagged." She muttered as she pulled out her sword.

"Ah...there you are, Waspinator..." Megatron smiled. He raised his arm/laser to fire on Pantha when Orcus growled. "Oh, that's right, forgive me, partner. She's yours."

Pantha eeped and looked at Orcus.

"What Megatron mean when Megatron called wolfbot 'partner'?" Waspinator buzzed nervously.

"Simple. The wolf and I have agreed on a truce."

"Truce?" Both Waspinator and Pantha gaped. They looked at each other and blinked.

"Doezzz that mean Wazzpinator hazz to work with wolfbot?" Waspinator asked, looking at Megatron.

"Yes, Waspinator, do you have a problem with that?" Megatron growled, glaring at the wasp. "Because if you do, may I remind you how much I hate people who have a problem with the choices I make?"

Waspinator buzzed nervously. He looked at Pantha and then at Megatron, his optics narrow. "Yezzz...Wazzpinator doezzz have problem with Megatron'zz decizzzion!" He growled.

"What? Waspinator-"

"Wazzpinator tired of being blown up! Wazzpinator hazzn't been blown up zzince Wazzpinator trained. (True, Wazzpinator hazzn't fought, but that'zz beyond the point.) Wazzpinator quit! Again!" Waspinator growled, cutting Megatron off. He flew into the air and fired at Megatron with his optic lasers and then turned to Orcus. He fired again, catching the werewolf 'bot by suprise, and knocked him into a tree. The wasp flew towards the ground and fired at QuickStrike with his stinger gun. Waspinator smiled as he turned away from the bots.

"Waspinator..." Megatron growled, "You just made a terrible mistake that will cost you dearly!"

A blast hit Megatron in the face. "Wrong, Mega-Dork!" Pantha growled. "Waspy just made the best choice he's ever made!" She put her tasers away and got ready for another fight with Megatron when an two arms wrapped around her, pinning her arms to her side, and lifted her a few inches off the ground. Pantha hissed and kicked. "Let go of me! Now! I swear I'll kill you!"

Orcus laughed. "That's what you think, my dear." He threw Pantha against a tree and pulled out an Energon blade. "Time to see that pretty spark of yours again."

Pantha froze with terror. She curled up, covering her chest with her arms, and tensed up, ready to claw or bite if the mech came close to her with that blade. The cat cut off her optics and her ears flicked along with her tail, warning the mech.

Orcus merely laughed and walked closer to the femme. He stopped suddenly, though, and let out a groan. The wolf let out a moan and fell fowards. He let out a blood curdling howl as he clutched his bleeding stomach. "Who-Who...did that!" Orcus growled. "Who's the fragger that DARES to do this..."

Megatron looked at his fallen partner and sneered. "So he's all talk..." However, the mech trailed off when Orcus got to his feet, the wound in his stomach completely healed. "Then again..."

Waspinator gulped as Orcus turned his glare towards him. The bug narrowed his optics again and then dove towards the werewolf. He fired his wing missile s, knocking Orcus out of the way, and swooped down. He buzzed and turned upwards just before he hit the tree. "Catbot okay?" Waspinator asked as he flew in the air.

Orcus stood up and looked over at the tree. He growled when he saw that Pantha was missing and the bug had yet again injured him. However, those injuries healed even quicker than the last and then he looked at Megatron and QuickStrike, "Well! Are you going to get rid of the traitor or not!"

Megatron simply smiled and looked up. He fired at the wasp bot.

Pantha opened her optics when she heard Waspinator talking to her. She looked down, feeling weird, and then yelped. The femme wrapped her arms around the mech's neck and clung to him tightly. "Don't you ever do that again..." She panted. "Yes, I'm fine. What about you?"

"Wazzpinator can still not feel arm, but luckily catbot not that heavy." Waspinator shrugged.

"That's good." Pantha smiled. She looked down again and then yelped. "Waspy, DODGE! Now!"

Waspinator quickly flew upwards and looked down at his once fellow Predacons. The wasp took a deep breath and then flew as fast as he could away from the fight. Once they were far enough away and he didn't hear Megatron's jet engines, he slowed down and sighed.

"Waspy, you didn't have to quit the Predacons if you didn't want to..." Pantha said, knowing what the wasp was thinking.

Waspinator sighed. "Wazzpinator knowzz. Wazzpinator wanted to leave Predaconzz, though...Wazzpinator wazz tired of getting blown up...plus, Maxximalzz not attack Wazzpinator or steal hizz thingzz..." The Ex-Pred smiled.

Pantha chuckled as she looked down. "There's the base, Waspy."

"Wazzpinator sezz..." The bug muttered as he landed. He let go of Pantha's waist when they were a feet from the ground and the femme landed gracefully on the ground. Waspinator landed behind the femme and touched the back of his head. "Wazzpinator wonder..."

"Hmm?" Pantha asked, turning slightly. She saw what Waspinator was doing and walked over to him. "What's wrong? Head hurt?" The femme asked as she moved behind him. There, she saw his Pred symbol on the back of his head. "Oh. That's what's wrong. Well...we can fix that..."

"Really?" Waspinator asked, his wings buzzed slightly. He looked at the feline and blinked.

Pantha laughed at the bug's enthusiasm and grabbed his arm gently. "C'mon, we can turn that into a Maxi symbol in no time." She smiled, pulling the wasp into the Axalon II.

Waspinator smiled as Pantha pulled him towards the med bay. He had a feeling being a Maximal would be a lot more fun, not to mention safer, than being a Predacon. Shoot, he could probably make up a list of all the ways that being a good guy was better than being a bad guy, but he didn't feel like it. He wasn't good at making lists, anyways.

As the door to the Axalon shut behind the two Maximals, two, red optics watched them. They narrowed and then blinked. "Another Beast Wars? Maybe I could finally stop here..." He sniffed the air. "No...not him..."

Pantha:...You love having mystirious mechs, don't you?

RG:...Yeah, pretty much.

Pantha: (Deadpans)

TriDrac: (Eats popcorn) So who's the femme?

RG: If you were paying attention, that was Oumu. It means "parrot" in Japanese.

Tri: Really?

Pantha and RG: Yes! (Growls)

Orucs: Shall we?

Rampage: They ain't gonna...

Orcus: Very well...Read and Review, please. If you don't...we'll sneak out of our cages and kill you all! (Laughs)

RG: HEY! Who let you two out of your cages?

Orcus and Rampage: Uh...(Blinks and then runs)

RG:...right...anyways...next chap I promise there shall be a death! I jus' gotta figure out who to kill since NO ONE BOTHERS TO REQUEST!

Pantha:...Better?

RG: No.