- Motto: "If the ends justify the means, then life is just about as meaningless to you than the cause you think so highly of."
- Weapon: Rapid-Fire Sonic Shell Cannons
Wheelie began to walk forward into the Chaosterous' territory. This was a place even these "Terrorcons" should fear. The Chameleons were easy prey, but they were less than a peanut against a Chaosterous. So far so good, the Antlions that inhabit the cliff walls were not taking much notice of them.
Wheelie heard a transforming sound behind him, Wheelie turned to see the massive form of Hun-Grr mumbling something about an "impact zone". Were they sending other Decepticons from orbit? Some sort of orbital drop from high above?
Wheelie squinted and saw a streak of light come from above. His eyes widened, this was no carrier, this was weapons fire.
Wheelie's jaw dropped as it struck the ground, then a wave of air pushed away from the explosion struck him and pushed him against the wall. The fire from the explosion rippled up like an eruption, it spewed molten stone and flaming chunks of earth into the air like meteors, only to shower upon the ground and crush local fauna and trees. He fell to his knees, breath hard and slow. Wheelie heard nothing, he saw nothing but the fire that engulfed his home. He felt the fire and rumble in his chest, he could feel the pain that the planet was feeling. No matter how hard Wheelie wished for the fire to stop, it wouldn't. The fire engulfed everything in it's path and incinerated the wildlife and earth alike. Earth rippled and cracked in the fire's wake as it crawled across the ground like water. Before Wheelie's heart could take no more, the fire subsided and smoke rose from the blackened crater where a home once was.
"You wondered how I survived this long," Wheelie said as he turned to Mindwipe, ignoring his playful speech pattern, "It is because didn't do things like that."
He turned away and walked forward. Every part of him yearned for Hun-Grr's destruction, but he was better than that. This planet will have it's revenge, it was not his to take. But one of their biggest mistakes of all was that they thought that the Chaosterous was dead. Wheelie doubted that. One thing about Chaosterous is that not only are they hard to find, but they are also extremely hard to kill.
He stormed forward, ignoring those behind him. He began to doubt himself, why he was helping these moronic "Decepticons". Perhaps he would take the shuttle while the others were not looking... No, no one should endure the time he has had in this jungle prison. No one.
Wheelie felt a rumbling beneath him. He knew what it was: It was an Antlion. He held up his hand in a gesture to stop, then he picked up a rock in front of him. He gave it a gentle toss in front of him until it came to a rolling stop on some softer stone.
The instant the rock touched the softer stone, massive jaws with long barbed mandibles came from below and completely enveloped the rock and a good majority of the path. A small beaded eye darted from left to right, then sank back into it's tunnel.
Wheelie marched forward and leaped over the soft stone and looked back with a stark frown. His patience was wearing thin with these "Decepticons".