Glyph was not available this time to check in with. Instead, his parole evaluator assigned was Perceptor. Wasp was quiet and annoyed for the most part.
"And it says here you initiated at least two changes a few days ago. Why?"
Wasp shrugged and blatantly admitted, "Someone angered me, so natural instinct. I didn't do nothing other than frighten them. And second time, I was self-servicing."
Perceptor looked up from his reports and stared at him unsure of how he was supposed to respond to that. Wasp just smiled.
"...Okay, why would you do that?"
"Why did Primus give us spikes and valves? What do you mean why would I do that? It's fun. Don't judge me," snapped Wasp.
The red and black mech waved him off. "No-no-no-no, I didn't mean it like that. It's just...I've never thought about an Insecticon-Predacon-whatever form finding pleasure in a beast mode more so."
Wasp held up a digit. "My question is do I have to report every time I change for that? It's going to look weird on your part if more than half the reported changes are just because I want to interface out of boredom. I don't think Optimus is going to appreciate that. Just saying."
The disgust Perceptor had made a small twitch of a smile climb onto Wasp's faceplates. "No, we only need you to confirm when people either report seeing your beast mode or if something requires it. You don't have to report it for...personal reasons."
Good. Making the Autobot uncomfortable bought him leniency, less suspicion when he used Waspinator's form without getting caught. Optimus apparently never warned any of these fools that one reason he never got caught prior was he manipulated everyone, including his own brother. He played by the rules his way and made them believe he was right. Honesty was a virtue if it was reported what they wanted to hear, then when a lie came up, no one would question it.
Perceptor folded his servos together and merely said, "Alright, I think we're in the clear here. Just try to keep public use of Waspinator to a minimum."
Wasp could agree on that. "Yes, sir."
He left the office with a "sincere" smile until he was down the hall and it melted off. With suspicion low on him, he was out for his next target: Shatter. She needed to go because she was one of the strongest out of all of them and had the smarts to really set him back. Since she was at Hydrax Plateau, that meant he could lure her but at the risk of also having her bring out a team to escort her.
He changed into Waspinator outside of his warehouse, alerting Bumblebee who sighed that he would be taking a flight, and raised the four large wings he had as he perched on top of the building. His purple optics burned brightly as climbed up a tall building and crawled underneath a dock upside down, tail flickering. Hydrax Plateau was east.
Jumping off, he flipped around and spread his wings to glide before flapping them adjacent to one another. His large set of wings mirrored each other while the smaller pair were opposite in unison. He did a few aerial stunts to practice back into a suitable rhythm having not flown in some time. Soaring above the cityscape, he roared and peered down to look upon the city traffic and the bots walking around. With keen predatory sight, he switched between eagle eye and infrared to map the environment like he was hunting. As soon as he was out of the city, he swooped low to stay close to the ground in the wide open where seldom bots were.
Hydrax Plateau's base was nearby once he pinpointed the plateau itself an hour later. He swerved off course to land on a formation like a bird. Using his sharp vision, he calculated the movements of the bots seen and tried to look for a cherry red triple changer. His purple optics didn't blink. Instead, a transparent eyelid came in from the sides to not strain or detract from the hyperfocus. There, at the corner of the base, was Shatter.
He growled and kept his helm trained solely on her as he moved around the formation. He could twist his body and neck in any direction and not move his helm an inch. If he dragged his helm anywhere, it remained steady and tipped naturally to keep his target in sight. Now, how was he to get her out?
A set of caves was nearby in the close mountain range. He could trap and kill everyone in there. He used the shadows and camouflage to sneak to the caves. Sometimes, he had to pause and curl into himself to blend completely. Inside the caves, he sent an open frequency call to the base and hid disguised on the ceiling.
Voices echoed as they found his signal. Funnily, his techno-organic beast mode kept him from direct detection. He could blend frequencies but never be accurately pinpointed. Even when bots walked beneath his position, the signal never alerted them to look up or that he was on top of them. Shatter was among them.
Six bots to be exact. Scouts. Waspinator slowly crawled along the ceiling and dipped into a tunnel. Using his antennae horns, his natural sense of navigation kicked in. He had a mental map of the scents and scope of the environment. He knew exactly where they were even if he couldn't see them physically. He would have burned them all alive in one go but his pyrokinesis was still iffy.
One bot was right near the exit of his tunnel. He made sure the others were checking separate tunnels when he crept closer.
"I don't see anything. Maybe our trackers are faulty."
Waspinator smirked with his lower jaw splitting open into two halves and his insectoid mandibles twitching. The mandibles extended to hover over the random mech's neck just out of his notice. They suddenly impaled the neck and dragged the mech into his awaiting jaws. Waspinator zoomed back up and deep into the tunnel with a hiss as the mech made strangulated noises bleeding heavily from the wounds until the beast bit the body in half and devoured him. The other bots whipped around frantic and scared.
Traveling into forked tunnels to find his way out, Waspinator saw their frightened rapid movements. He quickly stopped near the exit just above where they had entered and shot his tail out to break its frame to collapse and trap the other five. Shatter was alert, but they couldn't relay what they were fighting.
Waspinator moved fluidly through the tunnels and each time one bot turned their backs near him, he snagged them and ate them alive. He got three others this way until it was only Shatter and one other femme. They kept in the middle and looked down the tunnels paranoid. He laughed and let it echo. Escaping out in a top tunnel, he went above in their blind spot and slowly lowered his helm to be above the extra bot he didn't care for.
With a roar, he engulfed the other femme's body with his jaws, crushing it and whipped around to throw the corpse at Shatter. As his upright helm stayed focused on Shatter, the rest of his body climbed down and his neck realigned with his helm before he crept forward. His giant form dwarfed her. She pointed her blaster at him but his tail was quick to spear through her arm and sever it.
He then raised his claws to sink through her legs before stabbing through her abdomen. The look of her faceplates was beautiful, a mix of frozen terror and twitching, blood-curdling pain. When he ripped his claw out, Waspinator changed form and revealed himself as Wasp, shrinking to her level and appearing above her with dark blue optics.
"Sorry for the lack of a proper introduction, old friend, but you were the deadliest of my troop. I don't need to pick a fight with you as a mere bot."
Shatter bled and snarled, "You...coward..."
Wasp scoffed, "There's a different between being a coward and playing your game wisely. When I need someone dead, they will die by any means necessary. And I don't tolerate traitors, so why would I give you a fair chance anyways? You never gave me one."
She spat in his face, and he just bowed his helm disappointed and rubbed off the fluid from underneath his optic with a small laugh. Suddenly, he grabbed her helm and planted his pede on her torso, pulling with abnormal might to break her neck and decapitate her viciously. Glaring at her with monstrous rage, he then pummeled her helm into the side of the wall repeatedly. Her helm was a bloody, crushed ball unrecognizable and parts of her crumbled off. As a last insult to injury, he threw her helm to burst what was left on the ground.
Wasp snorted and transformed again back into the hulking Waspinator as he muttered, "Bitch."
He dug his way out of the closed exit with his four arms and left Shatter's body to rot.
A couple days later, Wasp drank high-grade on his lounging chair while looking up at the ceiling.
"Don't you think you have an addiction for attention?" Bumblebee asked.
"What made you come to that conclusion?"
"Oh, I don't know…maybe it has to do with the fact that it seems like every other day, someone reports of a green, striped monstrous Predacon roaming around. I don't know many of them that are green with stripes. On top of that, your jokes of interface are starting to tell me you're desperate for it. You're jealous of me, so you flaunt yourself to feel relevant, especially now that you're walking free again. You really do have a problem."
Wasp silently mimicked Bumblebee with his servo before callously stating, "Oh, you and your excuses to dive into my demented mind. I tried to kill you not incredibly long ago. Out of jealousy, no. For attention, it would have been funny at the time."
Bumblebee hissed, "Glad to know where your loyalties lie."
"Hey, at least I'm honest."
"Speaking of, would you happen to know of a bot named Dropkick?"
Wasp was in the middle of taking a drink when the name made him pause, but he wasn't worried about it. He merely plugged his drink with a digit and swallowed what was in his mouth casually.
"Mmm, I remember visuals more than faces. Anything stand out?"
"Blue and black mech, yellow optics, was a part of your crew…at some point."
He brought out his claws and examined them. "Maybe a long time ago. I had so many bots come and go. Is he the one who used to be friends with Minerva? I remember her only because she made me laugh, and a few of her friends also worked for me before I turned into the Insecticon. So, like if I saw him, I could probably confirm."
"Well, he disappeared a few days ago."
"Damn, I hope he's okay-"
"No, you don't. Don't lie, Wasp. You wouldn't care if he's missing or not. My only concern is your release may have stirred up trouble. Given your unique ability to make enemies of everyone, somebody may have gotten it in their processor to kill your associates. Now, no one's stupid enough to fight you because of you're a jackass-"
Wasp smirked.
"-but that doesn't mean they won't come after everyone else…and you don't care, do you?"
"I can wish them luck and hope for the best. That's as far as my version of help goes."
Bee huffed, "If trouble finds you, just thought I'd give you a heads up. I may hate you, and you're a miserable piece of work, but you're still my brother."
Wasp raised a brow when Bumblebee hung up on him but chuckled at the obliviousness. No one was stupid enough to fight him mostly. This was true. He wasn't miserable per say though, happy neither, technically never was.
After lounging about for another hour, he got to rearranging some of his stuff he found and took back yesterday and organized it in his warehouse accordingly. Pool was cleaned and ready if he ever wanted to ruin it again. A knock had him lazily turn to the entrance and give a dramatic huff. He rolled his tense shoulders and opened it, only to find Grimlock. His face mask was repaired by the crack where it split was obvious by its welding scar.
"Oh, they let you roam off your leash, huh?"
The Dinobot didn't even ask kindly to come in. He just pushed past and growled, "I was using this place as a sparring warehouse. A pity you took it back."
"Alright, Grimlock, before I throw you through my window, why is it so hard to understand I owned this place longer than your scaly hide has actually been a Dinobot? Shockwave's makeovers don't always age well, might I add."
Grimlock snarled and pointed, "Keep running that mouth of yours! I swear!"
Wasp laughed, then he morphed into Waspinator. Having to bend at an angle to not hit the ceiling, he went on all six limbs and gave an insectoid chirp. His wings raised in a threatening display and his tail whipped angrily. Grimlock stood a good sixty feet. He loomed over him wickedly almost double his size. The Insecticon leader made a deep rumble and stomped closer.
"Don't like what I have to say, Dinobot? I'll use your blood for my bath."
The Dinobot leader then said, "When Bumblebee mentioned you were sick in the processor the first time I ever heard about you, I thought it was just tough sibling rivalry jokes. And Optimus said I was disturbed for harboring the heads of my enemies? Ha, you're insane."
Waspinator darkly mocked, "I'm blushing. But while you may have simply been changed to have a different alt mode than your original tank form, my CNA was rearranged entirely. My sanity is long gone. So, I only do what gives me some pleasure in a miserable existence no matter how disturbing it may be. I got nothing to lose."
"Clearly..." Grimlock scorned, "you are a disgusting monster. Don't think I haven't heard you and your questionable escapades. How horny can one bot be?"
He raised his helm with a sinister smirk and narrowed purple optics. "Downside to Insecticons is they like to mate and are constantly horny. When you're a hybrid, tends to keep me busy in satisfying those needs, especially after so many years of loneliness. One tends to desire any company, Dinobot."
"I only take those I best in battle or who I want in the heat of the moment. I will not oblige your fantasy."
Waspinator calculated in his helm what he needed from Grimlock. It was a little annoying to have the Dinobot leader sniffing around where he shouldn't be. Like Glyph, maybe he could bypass any suspicion by offering something good in return. It wouldn't deflect anything and he was getting ready to corner Burnout in Kaon anyway. If it kept Grimlock at peace with him for a second, it was worth it. He couldn't report to Bumblebee and if he tried, this would be over his head as blackmail. And the Dinobot looked like he was well built...
Waspinator merely grunted, "I suppose so. And here I thought the great Grimlock could take me on in something. Pity."
As the large dragon-like bug turned away, he could almost hear the cogs turning in Grimlock's processor. The brute wasn't stupid per say, but he also wasn't the brightest light in the building. A roar made Waspinator turn his helm around like an owl and grew curious as the T-rex mode appeared. Grimlock stomped forward and was severely irate.
Waspinator roared back before laughing when that only antagonized the other beast more. When the Dinobot lunged, Waspinator clashed with eagerness. The dinosaur and dragon bit into one another. Grimlock aimed for his neck and the fangs cut deep sliding down the sides of it. He retaliated sinking his teeth and mandibles into the shoulder and spine of the Dinobot trying to throw him. The Dinobot was sturdier in beast mode than in robot mode.
A tail to the face had Waspinator clamber to the side and shake off the hit with a growl. Grimlock tackled him with a hold on his neck again. He was turned over on his side with his claws embedding in the beast's hip and torso drawing more blood. He used his digitigrade leg to abruptly kick off Grimlock's chin and release his hold on him. Blood splattered on the window the Dinobot was forced to face, but he turned and snapped his jaws rapidly.
The battle was stirring mixed emotions, and Waspinator was kind of liking the tenseness. Grimlock was definitely a worthy warrior, and he was wondering if there was strength in other places.
Waspinator had no choice but to hold him away with both his legs on his underbelly and underside of his throat, the green claws of his pede tapping in warning around the jugular cabling. They were brought to a stalemate when Grimlock's clawed pedes stomped on the base of his neck and threatened to crush his left smaller arm. His arms in general were not able to gain any ground to push him off or do anything strong enough to harm. His striped neon green and black tail was wrapped around the Dinobot's with its green barbs twitching. Grimlock's red optics glared down at him from a side view, jaws quivering to bite but unable to.
The fight left Waspinator smiling despite the wounds and threat of more violence. He liked a good struggle. It made things interesting. Finally, he decided to yield for the sake of not wanting to lay there all day and lowered his legs to turn on his side regally. Grimlock growled but backed away to watch him closely.
"What was it you implied? In the rule of battle, the winner gets a reward."
He made himself welcoming by raising his right leg and revealing his valve. Grimlock eyed the valve and sensed his arousal, reacting with a hint of need. That was exactly what Waspinator wanted. He rolled over a bit more to not risk obscuring his almost willing partner. He was surprised though that Grimlock's first action was to lower his snout down and investigate his presenting interface array.
Waspinator's claws tensed and he gasped when Grimlock's glossa ran over his entrance. Grimlock rumbled and started lapping at the folds and trying to get the sticky residue from his arousal. He whined and pressed close to the floor as the glossa dug deeper and breached him. He barely could make any noise from the intensity of his valve's stimulation.
He never had anyone ever able to spike him as Waspinator let alone eat him out. That shocked him the most, and he bucked with a deep grunt feeling that glossa curling inside him. Now, he refused to believe Grimlock was picky on his berthmates. He bucked and toiled with heavy pants, his valve becoming wetter by the second. The glossa was malicious, and he understood this. He did, after all, mock Grimlock.
His optics shuttered with a roar, pedes clawing at Grimlock's sides to keep servicing him. The glossa left trails of lubricant and oral fluid across the valve until he came hard. The Insecticon leader didn't know how to take the mind-numbing orgasm. It was one of the best he ever had. But Grimlock wasn't done.
Waspinator cowered with a purr as the Dinobot's spike came out and opened his legs wide. Grimlock nestled over his entrance with a growl before sinking to force his spike into Waspinator. The green and black monster moaned at the breach. Grimlock sat completely on him to keep them locked flush together.
The spike was longer in Dinobot mode and could move without having to thrust. It drove Waspinator crazy as he bucked from the appendage wreaking havoc on his interior. Grimlock bowed his helm and rumbled, occasionally readjusting and his small arms scratching at Waspinator's abdomen.
They stayed like this torturously with Waspinator moving himself to grind up against Grimlock. In the building heat of their unification, Waspinator reached his neck up to swipe his glossa against the throat of the other bot to lap at the trickles of blood where his claws had threatened to puncture earlier.
Grimlock was good for something after all. He wouldn't kill him, not after this performance.
AN: Shorter with some filler interface because Wasp is kind of messed up in his approach to things...but it may be a little important further in.