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Date Posted: 16:00:00 04/20/03 Sun
Author: Inferno
Subject: "Stay quiet!"

Inferno sidled against the wall with some difficulty; his bulky abdomenal jetpack hindered his progress. "I hear Maximals! Scores of them!" Quickstrike readied his cybervenom spray as Inferno carefully tapped the glowing "OPEN" button. The pair leaped through, ready for anything...except the barrage of terrible music and the smell of cheap liquor. They were expecting a fight, not a pathetic watering-hole. No one even noticed them. No one even cared they were "free." Inferno paused, quirking his brow.

"Strange...I see multiple insignias adorning these drunkards. Some I cannot identify. What say you, Quickstrike?"

"Ah say we get a little somethin' ta drink!"

Inferno replied with a slap upside Quickstrike's head. The diminuative Predacon gave a disgruntled mumble as Inferno reconsidered their plan. Suddenly, something...or someone, rather, caught his eye. He began to tear through the tables and dispersing mob, shouting for Quickstrike to follow. The burly Predacon dove into a booth, whipping out his gun and pointing it in his quarry's face.

Waspinator dropped his mug and beer decorated the table. His jaw followed suit. "Wh-wh-whzzzzzzzzt?! What�"

"I will ask the questions here, traitor! Why are you at this Maximal installation?! Why were we held prisoner?! Have you obtained some upgrade of some sort?!"

"Why does this beer suck so much?!"

Waspinator was stunned. How had they gotten here? He hadn't seen them in millenia. They seemed eerily ignorant of Rugby's independence...and they were prisoners? Had they just broken out of the brig? He couldn't be seen with convicts, just think of how the cause could be jeopardized if he were thrown in jail with them!

"Zztupid Predaconzz! Wazzpinator can't be zzeen with you!" He buzzed, shoving Inferno's gun aside. "Wazzpinator izz on important mizzzzion!" He added, pointing to the Vehicon insignia on his shoulder. His old colleagues gave him a funny look.

"What in tha Haill's that?!"

"Wazzpinator izz proud member of Vehicon Technocracy!" Waspinator smirked. "Let Wazzpinator guezzzz, idiotzz not know what Vehicon izz? Well, while back...."

Waspinator began to launch into the story of the Technorganic War�its origin, his involvement, and the aftermath. Even a little bit of Veridian's plans slipped out into the open. Inferno and Quickstrike were stunned. They still didn't know how they were there, but everything else was a shock. Could the Roy...Megatron still live? And just who was this Veridian, anyway?

"Hmmm...most intriguing. Still, your tale does not answer all of our questions...for instance, who is that fellow?" Inferno hissed, pointing at the comatose Tempus. Waspinator explained their "business" venture. The Predacon pair deemed the story satisfactory. Still, they persisted in grilling him on anything he knew....

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