Title: Here There Be Dragons
Rating: K
Continuity: Complete and utter AU. But G1 characters
Characters: Optimus Prime, Megatron, Elita-One, Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 5. ( tf_ ) Master List Prompt Prompt Chosen: August 13: Task: AU! Write your favorite characters in an AU setting: it could be Shattered Glass or turned into animals or sex slaves or before the war after it, or femmes secretly rule Cybertron or they're all pirates or fighting zombies or… whatever. But you know you have one! Show us what happens when you throw canon to the winds!
Notes: More of this weird AU, in which the Twins are centaurs, Optimus and Megatron are dragons, Elita-One is a siren, Jazz is a doppelgaenger, and Prowl is a naga. And everyone else is a strange assortment of other mythical beings.
"I won't stand for it!" the large, silvery dragon roared, and the small, pink femme leaning against the wall rolled her optics.
The other dragon in the large cavern, a massive, red and blue beast, snorted and shook, his plating rattling with the force of the motion.
"Megatron, our valley is-"
"I won't allow two war-frames into my valley!" he exclaimed
"Our valley, Megatron," the femme cut in, pushing away from the wall. Her icy gaze bore into the gray dragon. "Or have you forgotten?"
Megatron settled back onto all four feet and shuffled backward a bit, tilting his helm to the side so that the long, curling horns that framed his face hid his red optics. "No, Elita. But I am charged with protecting this valley, and those-"
"They are not war-frames!" Optimus growled.
A chiming note filtered through the air, and both dragons flattened their flared plating and settled back. Once they had calmed, the Elita stopped the siren's call, frowning up at them. "Optimus, they are war-frames. But Megatron, their kind has not been part of a battle in centivorns. They have been forgotten, just as our kinds have. Just as everyone who lives here has been. They will be welcomed here, Megatron," the siren warned, and the gray mech bowed his helm, cowed.
"Very well," he rumbled. "But I will be watching them, as will-"
"Yes, yes," Optimus rumbled back. "The very same as everyone who is invited here. I will tell Jazz and Prowl to show them around."
The massive reptilian-framed mech walked from the cavern, tail slithering over the ground, leaving his two mates behind him.
Outside, he stood for a moment, blinking, staring over his domain. It was a peaceful valley, full of folk who only wanted to live, to be among family and friends, without having to worry about the discrimination that would no doubt face them in the outside world.
Three Seekers flew overhead, the mythical beings tracing complex patterns in the sky. Among them was a larger flight frame – massive, really; a shuttle, just as legendary as the Seekers he was flying with.
On the ground was the happy chaos of a familial village. Ten mechs, two gestalts, were playing some kind of game that involved a lot of chasing and tackling and giggling in the village center, the six aerials among them occasionally taking to the air. Along the edges of the village, mechs were conversing happily. There, the village healer, an old, grumpy faerie, was talking to the resident chaos spirit. Past them, a twitchy kitsune was talking to a large, smiling fire daemon.
With a shout, the eleven familiars of the two mages of the village joined the ten gestalt-mechs, and the screeching got louder.
Optimus smiled, baring sharp dentae, and looked up.
Farther on, near the edge of the village, the cyclopes-warlock was standing guard, one of his golems next to him.
Barely visible, farther back in the forest, three wolves, the largest a matte black, the middle a deep green, the smallest a pale, shimmery blue, loped through the crystals.
"Well, what'd ya decide?" a lilting voice said from beside him, and Optimus hid a twitch.
"Jazz. I have told you before; do not sneak up on me like that."
The silver doppelgaenger grinned widely, visor sparkling, and gave a shrug. "Can't help 't. Anyways, what'd ya decide? Are they stayin'? 'Cause Ah'm likin' that red one."
"Yes, Jazz, they are. Where is-"
"I am here, Optimus," a soft tenor said from behind the dragon, and the mech once again hid a twitch.
"Prowl..."
"I, like Jazz, cannot help it." A soft rustle came as the naga slid down from the rocks that made up the mountain wall and settled in front of Optimus. Slowly, the long, snake tail that was the mech's lower body coiled up, and a hint of mischief filled golden optics. "It is, after all, in our natures to be silent."
Optimus just vented and shook his massive helm. "I do understand, Prowl. At any rate, we have decided that we will allow the centaruions to stay here on probation."
"And Jazz and I are to show them the village?"
Once again, the blue and red dragon smiled. "Yes, if you are up to it. I will fly you out to them now."
"Of course."
A moment later, a great shadow fell over the village as the dragon took to the sky, naga and doppelgaenger on his back, as they went to gather the two centaur-framed mechs they had found earlier that orn.