Smugglers 3: The Beginning Is The End

Chapter 7: Decepticons & Wasp

Okay, to be perfectly honest Wasp had known the ship was a piece of junk when he had stolen it. Unfortunately had been in a hurry otherwise he would have taken the time to choose one that was in better condition. He was sorely regretting not taking the risk; his engines were almost completely shot and he was only a few planets away from Cybertron! Of course the Elite Guard vessel that was currently chasing him didn't help matters any.

He sighed and entered a series of commands that would intiate automatic evasive maneuvers. Instead the words 'Function Not Available' lappeared on the console in red letters and began flashing. A growl escaped his vocalizer as he began to manually pilot the ship. It had been literally thousands of years since he had had to actually fly something so he searched in his processor until he found the correct files hidden behind a rather pleasant memory of the first time he had actually made money after killing someone. He moved that particular memory to another section of his processor and concentrated on flying. It was coming back to him now; the sound of weapons fire, a femme screaming…No! He did not want to think about that.

The ship suddenly rocked; jerking Wasp out of his memories and causing him to divert his attention to the consoles in an effort to discover what was going on. He scowled when he realized that they had completely destroyed his primary engine and the secondary one was already beginning to fail. He knew that if he lost another engine the other two would soon follow, not able to keep up with the strain. If that happened then the ship would crash and he would most likely go off line…permanently. He didn't want that to happen so he began searching for a planet that he could land on, hopefully one without any Elite Guard…after he took care of the bots that were still chasing him.

If they were just a little bit closer he could blast them away…that is if the weapons system was still online. Fortunately for him it was so he charged the weapons, diverting all non-essential power systems to it, thus giving it enough power to hopefully destroy the Elite Guard officers who were gaining on him. He waited until they were just a little bit closer than before then he fired. Seconds later there was a loud explosion as the Elite Guard vessel was turned into a glorious fireball, one that could be seen for miles that is, it would have been seen but there was no one around…no one at all.

"I'm bored," Skywarp whined.

"Go count rocks," Slipstream didn't look up from the datanovel she was currently in the process of writing. Having read everything else on the ship at least one hundred times each she had finally decided to write her won, saying that if nothing else at least it gave her something constructive to do with her time.

"I already did," was the reply.

"All of them?"

"Every single one of them," he sighed, warping to directly behind her as he attempted to see what she was writing.

"I'm busy; go annoy Blitzwing."

Blitzwing's head snapped up and he frantically began to shake his head from side-to-side. "Don't even think about it," he threatened.

Skywarp began to pout. "But I'm so bored!"

"Then vhy don't you let us use you for target practice?" Blitzwing suggested, a malicious smile on his faceplate.

"On second thought counting rocks again sounds like fun," Skywarp hurriedly warped to the other side of the planet where he began counting rocks.

Blitzwing sighed happily and leaned back so he could stare at the sky. Suddenly it occurred to him that he was bored. Perhaps he should have used Skywarp for target practice. The warping clone of Starscream's was getting on his last nerves…assuming he even had nerves. Did Transformers have nerves, he wondered and suddenly wished he had paid more attention to school which brought up another question: had he even gone to school? It was so long ago that he couldn't even remember. In fact he couldn't even remember anything from before the war…

There was an explosion and Blitzwing hurriedly sat up as did Slipstream. The two looked around and seeing nothing went back to what they had been doing.

"Incoming!" Skywarp screeched just as he appeared behind Blitzwing, his servos grasping the triple-changer's shoulder struts tightly.

"What's coming?" Slipstream asked in a bored tone, her voice suggesting that Skywarp better not be tormenting her again or else he was going to be in some serious pain.

"A ship," Skywarp said excitedly.

"Ship?" Blitzwing and Slipstream said at the same time, all else forgotten.

Skywarp nodded. "I think it's fixing to crash."

"It better not," Slipstream growled as she sat up, sliding her datanovel into a subspace compartment. "Now where is it?"

"Over there," Skywarp pointed in the direction he had just warped from.

"Then let's go," she said. "Maybe we'll be lucky and the ship will still be intact."

"The vay our luck has gone so far it will most likely be in several itsy-bitsy pieces," Blitzwing remarked then flinched when Slipstream turned the full force of her glare on him.

"Shut it, three-face," she hissed, "or else I'm gonna rip all three of your faceplates off then melt the rest of you down for spare parts. Got it?"

Not wishing to anger her further Blitzwing merely nodded and almost sagged in relief when she turned her attention away from him. Not even Hothead would take on an angry femme; especially one who was as cunning as she was.

All too soon they arrived where Skywarp had been and stopped on top of a hill a short distance away. Looking down they could see a ship, the outer hull seemingly not damaged. A green minibot stood next to the ship, shaking his fist and cursing in several different languages including some that they had never heard before. He probably would've never known that they were there had Skywarp not accidentally kicked a rock, causing it to roll down the hill and bounce off the ship.

"Nice going," Slipstream snarled as she began the descent.

"Sorry," Skywarp whined as he and Blitzwing climbed down as well and stood beside her.

Wasp knew that Fate hated him when he climbed out of his ship and recognized the plaent he was currently standing on as the same planet where that big green idiot had seen him. The three Decepticons approaching him only served to solidify his opinion. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.

The femme raised an optic ridge. "We could be asking you the same question," her voice was slightly screechy and very irritating.

"This be Wasp's planet! Wasp be seen here and Wasp sent to jail. Wasp escape and take care of yellow bot. Wasp be captured again and wait for many years then escape again."

"I think he is crazy," the bot with two guns protruding from his back announced calmly.

"Like you can talk?" she muttered.

Suddenly the bot who had been hiding behind the one with the peculiar accent appeared in front of Wasp then re-appeared behind his comrade once more. "He's an Autobot," he said.

The femme snarled and pointed her weapons at Wasp. "Our leader and creator was destroyed by the Autobots," she hissed.

"But ve betrayed him; sold out to them," one of her companions protested. "There ve are the ones responsible for his death."

"But he was killed by a different Autobot," she insisted. "Had he been killed by the one we made a deal with then it would have been all right."

Watching and listening to them argue had given Wasp an idea. "Wasp want to destroy Autobots," he said.

The Decepticons looked at each other then the femme turned back to him. "What did you have in mind?" she asked.

Wasp grinned and began to outline his diabolical plan.

A/N: 15 reviews but will live with 10. Sorry this chapter's so late; I was out shopping with my Aunt Tricha. Bumblebee WILL be in the next chapter; I promise.