The sun glowed down upon the (mostly) untainted world. It sparkled on pristine waters, cast
shadows down through majestic trees, and most importantly, made Waspinator look really,
really good.
In robot mode, Waspinator rose from his primitive, yet beautiful throne. Erected to him by
the primitives Megatron had sought to destroy at the end of the Beast Wars, the anthropods
had given glory unto he had given them so much.
Shelter, fire, abundant food ... all this and more had Waspinator given to them, for he had
grown sick of Megatron's destructive ways. In peace, he had found a new purpose. He would
watch over and protect the early humans, and they would, in return, adore him.
Waspinator finally had friends.
To be sure, the humans had their shortcomings. Waspinator had to be careful not to handle
them too roughly, for even his small Beast Wars forms had the strength to cripple the humans
with the slightest bit too much effort. They also had a lot to learn. A lot. Waspinator
was no mental giant, and he knew this. Still, his Cybertronian brain was far superior to
those who now thought of him as God. At least that was what he told himself every day he woke
up. Finally, the humans always seemed to be getting into trouble. He didn't mind so much, as
the mishaps provided a sort of challenge at times for his Cybertronian strength and skewed wit.
All in all, it was an even exchange to Waspinator. For peace and happiness, his services to the
humans was a small price to pay.
