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30 March 2009 @ 09:29 pm
[transformers g1] au - everything to lose, prologue  
Title: Everything To Lose
Series: Transformers: AU
Characters/Pairings: Megatron, Starscream, guess. No pairings yet.
Chapter: Prologue of ?
Rating: G/K
Warnings: Crack, AU.
Word Count: 679
Summary: The crew sets the stage. (I'm too tired and agitated to make a summary right now.)
Disclaimer: I in no way shape or form own the Transformers. They belong to HasTak. I do not own Egypt.
Author's Note: FFFFFFFFFFFFFF. (And I blame shiome and puffintalk again.)


“Forward, march!”

Twin moons hung low in the sky, casting light upon a file of dusty mechs. The procession slowly began to lumber en masse along the dark sand.

The last one in line looked back a final time to subtly wave goodbye to an older mech standing outside a small rusted lean-to. The aged face expressed regret and guilt, but he tried to smile and waved back. A handful of credits were held tightly in a fist by his side.

Pulling himself from the sight, the young mech turned hopeful eyes towards the gold-kissed city that gleamed in the distance. Vos was waiting with a promise of a better life for both himself and those he left behind.


Somewhere, one of his many clocks hollowly announced the arrival of a new cycle.

This dimly lit room was certainly his favorite - darkness was where he thrived. And the decorated throne in the center did much to sway his opinion.

He leaned across the conference table and surveyed the map splayed across it. Metal paperweights held the archaic diagram down, the figurines positioned carefully atop certain marked areas. A dark hand reached to one of the standing statuettes and hovered above it for but a moment before deftly toppling it over with a deft flick of his index finger.

Megatron sat back against the throne and chuckled. His eyes flitted to the figure that remained standing on the map, unique compared to the others that had fallen in the wake of his conquest. He lazily reached out, his digits circling the winged figurine predatorily.

“Has the proposal been delivered, Soundwave?” he queried nonchalantly, looking to the mech standing in the corner of the throne room.

The visor in the darkness brightened at being addressed. “Affirmative, my Lord,” the guard responded in his characteristic monotone.

His hand curled around the small statuette, his expression pleased.



The sun hung high in the horizon, dashing its light against the glittering sand. The sight was lost, however, upon those who had an ideal view of the expansive golden sea.

“It’s so boring,” the decorated mech complained, “when everyone gives us what we want. Not unappreciated, certainly, but boring nonetheless.”

The Pharaoh sat with his legs crossed upon his throne, pouting and looking apathetically out the expansive opening in the dusty walls that served as a window and platform. His fingers rapped rhythmically against the armrests of the alabaster chair.

Having a thought, he shifted his gaze to a mech who sat in one of the smaller seats across from his throne. The white mech raised an optic ridge in response to the Pharaoh’s seemingly sudden interest, but waited to be addressed.

The Pharaoh was quick to do so. “Where are Thundercracker and Skywarp? Certainly they could provide some entertainment,”  he mused, folding his arms against his chest. The room fell silent without the incessant tapping that he had grown accustomed to. Deciding he didn’t like the quiet, he returned his hand to the armrest and continued with his impatient drumming.

Skyfire shook his head, “I do not know, Pharaoh. They left the palace this morning and I have not seen them since.”

His pout gradually becoming a frown, the monarch-mech huffed and waved a dismissive hand. “Pharaoh no longer requires company,” he stated simply and sat up from the throne. “You are free to leave for the rest of the solar cycle,” he added as he turned away from his attendant, seemingly removing himself from the room.

The white mech sighed, but didn’t argue. Starscream was obviously in the midst of some mood swing, and was best not irked when irritated.

“As you wish, Pharaoh,” he replied quietly, bowing to the empty throne. He turned, and exited through to the hallway.

The Pharaoh listened for the heavy door to close behind Skyfire. Once he was sure he was alone, he huffed again in agitation. He slipped himself through the hidden doorway behind the tapestry that served as a backdrop behind his throne. 

“Always as we wish,” he grumbled.
Current Mood: pissed off
cheriestar: jet twinscheriestar on March 31st, 2009 01:49 am (UTC)
heh, I'm not the only one who did an AU thing with a setting it looks like (though your setting is Egypt, mine is the whole Arabian harem thing).

Well, at least you have someone to blame for your story.

In any case, I am loving this so far. Keep going!
+10 ATK: blurr | runner in the night | tf:agoodnyte on March 31st, 2009 11:15 pm (UTC)
Haha, you gotta love deserts. :B

And I'm glad you liked it. ^//^
TC loves planes ಠ_ಠ: Transformers_Starscream [back]shiome on March 31st, 2009 10:10 am (UTC)
Oohoh, what did we do?
something I don't regret at ALL.

I love how you're setting things up here, with different /paths/ developping for each character. Can't wait for them to meet soyaymoreplease. :D
+10 ATK: blurr | runner in the night | tf:agoodnyte on March 31st, 2009 11:19 pm (UTC)
You made lovely and bunny-inspiring arts. Which I don't regret you doing at all, either. :B

I wasn't sure if the development was all that great, but I'm glad you like it! (I can't wait to write more of this, actually...)

TC loves planes ಠ_ಠ: Transformers_Starscream [smoothcriminal]shiome on March 31st, 2009 11:21 pm (UTC)
I'll definitely make more then.

Well, it's not development right now as much as a (very promising) start that will definitely lead to it.
(And I can't wait to read more of this, either. :D)
+10 ATK: optimus | whut? | tf:agoodnyte on March 31st, 2009 11:32 pm (UTC)
*camps out* e-stalker say whut?

Pffth, it's developed in my head. xDD I just need to you know... make it show up on the word processor. (That's the hard part. :B)
TC loves planes ಠ_ಠ: [STALKER]shiome on March 31st, 2009 11:42 pm (UTC)
I know right, replace word processor with Photoshop and you have the generic outline of my current slump. 8|
Eve from The Garden: leader screamerblack_shiro on April 3rd, 2009 07:13 am (UTC)
Pharaoh Screamer XDD Such a beautiful image *_* I'd like to see more please >3