Title: Newcomers
Rating: K
Continuity: AU G1/Movieverse - Haven'verse
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Prowl, Jazz, Optimus, Elita One, Megatron
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 6. unexpected popularity
(a sequel to Here There Be Dragons)
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker trotted into the village, following behind the naga and mech the dragon had introduced to them at the edge of the woods.
They stared, and were stared at in turn. The mechs here were like none they had ever seen before.
A couple trines of seekers had landed moments before, a shuttle right behind them.
Ten mechs had gathered on the side of the main road, clearly split into two groups, one of aerials, one of grounders. Gestalts.
A red and white mech stood farther along, his arms crossed, the shimmery aura around him naming him as the faeries of legend. And next to him, a white, red, and green mech with scorched, scratched armor.
Between the houses, they could see a small, twitchy, red mech with pointed, sparking horns slinking through the shadows. He stopped after a moment, hiding behind a massive fire daemon.
Countless others stood around and stared. Two mage-mechs, their familiars clinging to their frames. A cyclopes standing in front of two rock-still golems. Three wolf-mechs, their scruffs bristling in sharp constras to their relaxed frames. A horde of minibots. Two more nagas. A massive warrior-class mech, red armor glimmering, cannons whirring. A few sleek femme-models.
Sunstreaker flexed slightly, a bit of a prance entering his step, weary as he was. Sideswipe gave a tired, mischievous grin,
"Hey, all," the red twin said with a cheery wave, and someone in the crowd snickered.
Prowl, the naga, glanced over his shoulder at the centaurion twins, then around at the villagers. His gold optics narrowed dangerously. Jazz, who was walking at his side, grinned. "C'mon, Prowler, ya didn' 'spect this? We haven' had newcomers 'n decavorns!"
The black and white naga leveled his glare on the small, sliver mech.
Sideswipe glanced at his brother. Sunstreaker gave a very subtle shrug and glanced up. His twin did likewise, and they both stumbled slightly.
~Two! There are two of them!~ Sideswipe practically shouted across their bond.
For perched at the end of the road, sitting with nobly arched necks, wings folded neatly against their backs, optics blazing, were two dragons. One of them was the red and blue one, Optimus Prime, that had met them.
Optimus had seemed impossibly large when they had first seen him.
Now, he looked almost small. The other dragon was easily twice his size. His scales were a burnished silver, his underbelly a deep, dark, almost maroon red, as were his wings. Two horns curled forward from the back of his skull, framing his face with their dark mass. His optics glowed like fire, wicked, angry, and untamable.
The Twins stared.
"Welcome to Haven," a soft voice said, startling them from their thoughts. From between the two dragons walked a slim, pink femme, her blue optics soft, her gait slow and easy. She was beautiful, but it was her voice that captured the two centurions. It was lilting, entrancing, all-consuming. They couldn't look away, couldn't think of anything else. "I am Elita One, Consort of the Prime and Protector. You are?"
"Sideswipe, and that's Sunstreaker," the red Twin, the usual spokesperson for the two centurions said, taking a half-step forward.
"You are welcome here, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, so long as you do not cause undue trouble."
Sunstreaker snorted, and Sideswipe blinked, the siren's spell broken.
They stood for a moment, and then Sunstreaker started full-out laughing, causing many of the assembled mythical mechs to stare at him oddly.
"Sunstreaker, is something amiss?" Prowl asked after a moment, and the yellow Twin fought back his mirth.
"Well, I don't think we'll be here long. Sideswipe and well-behaved do not-"
"Oh, mute it! I can be good if I want to!"
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"What about with Switchback?"
"That was an accident!"
"And Runaround?"
"That wasn't what it looked like!"
"That time with Killjoy?"
"Hey, I had to cheer him up somehow! It just… didn't work right."
"Jumpstart?"
"You know he was asking for it!"
"Skyfly?"
"He was an idiot."
"Yellowstar?"
"He was stupid!"
"What about that time with-"
"Okay, okay, enough!" the red Twin shouted, rearing up slightly on his hind hooves. His face stretched into a grin as he turned to face the two dragons and the pink femme. "You got me. I'm a habitual trouble-maker and all around bad-doer."
Jazz snickered again. "Well, ya'll fit right in."