AN: So I am finally back with a new story. I have had this crossover in mind since the 2007 Transformers movie and only got to writing it about now. I do want to finish this one. I know what I am writing about and I sorta have the plot all figured. I really do want it done. But I am only here to test waters.

Reviews are GREAT HELP! Let me know if you like it, hate it, enjoyed it, got bored because of it, etc etc. I need advice and I don't even mind flames, lol.

1. In Which Two Gold Saints Found a Robot

Our story began in a bright afternoon in Las Vegas.

No, no gambling, nor gang, nor Grissom; the story started in a small cafe, with two old friends meeting over a cup of tea.

"Well, what is it that you wished to discuss?" Aioros took another sip of his tea, eying the young man before him.

Mu looked just the tiny bit nervous, even though such a look was very uncharacteristic of the ever calm and collected Aries saint. Aye, but Aries wasn't always calm and collected.

He used to be a little rascal , Aioros remembered fondly. Before the age of seven, Mu was probably the most unruly and headstrong child in Sanctuary, full of burning passion and boundless energy, always ready to get into trouble, a true Aries. Somehow in those fourteen years he had missed, little rascal became a hermit, a mystical sage hidden away from the clashes of the mundane world (but still somehow gets dragged right back into the worst of clashes). Even after the Holy War and all the religious, mythical glories it entailed wrapped up for good, Mu still seemed to be drawn towards the mystical and the mysterious. Like now.

Mu called him up two nights ago, inviting him over and saying that his help is desired. Mu had been very vague on the phone, saying nothing more than "an interesting project". Aioros sighed silently. He did not like the vagueness of this "project" at all. Even as a hermit, Mu still had that old tendency of finding strange troubles.

"This project I have in mind, I think it will lead to shocking new discoveries," Mu said, perfectly serene as always, but the light in his eyes seemed to be mixed excitement and uncertainty, "But it is rather an illegal project, and I do need some assistance. I want to teleport something of significant size."

Aioros raised an eyebrow. Strange that Mu came to him to ask help in transporting object. While teleportation and telekinesis were standard techniques to master for any gold saint, it really wasn't his forte. Mu himself was the greatest psychokinetic except Master Shion among them all, and Shaka, Saga and Kanon all have significant skills in that area. Somehow, Mu came to him. "With the two of us, I am sure there would be no problem, but why did you not go to Shaka?" He said, "Also, what of the rather illegal part? I do hope you have more elaborations."

"Shaka would not mind helping, I am sure, but only you have a property in Nevada, specifically, an airplane hangar," Mu said with a little smile, "So you see the...size of the project. As for the illegal part, it's not harmful, I would say; it's more like stealing from Area-51 type of illegal. But I have good reasons."

Aioros frowned a little. "The ancient edict still stands, Mu."

If there was a single edict in Sanctuary that stood above all others, it was that solemn oath, thou shall not interfere. No miracle cures during pandemics, no divine ceasefires for wars, no propping up and casting down of kingdoms, nothing of those kinds. It was the single most laden vow because their lady Athena herself swore before the River Styx, "Mankind shall pave its own way; I shall not interfere nor impress upon them my designs. Should I betray my words, let me sink to the lowest pit of Tartarus." Sure, now that they live in this secular world as ordinary men, no doubt they have become part of its history, but stealing from Area 51 using their powers… That seemed a certain transgression against the ancient code.

"I am not planning to steal American technology and sell it to the Taliban, I assure you," Mu's voice was still smooth and gentle, as if he wasn't really attempting dark humor. He paused a long while, before saying quietly, "Something extraordinary is going on, and it is extraordinary even by our standard. Perhaps I should just show you, Aioros."

Aioros nodded, though still not completely at ease with the idea. But Mu quickly launched himself; with a crisp professionalism, he unfolded a map in front of them, and started marking with a pen. "From where we are right now, we go there, there, there, and there," He said, "This little corner of Area 51."

Aioros studied the map a while, before looking back at Mu, whose face seemed to gain a strange gravity. Aioros frowned again, but only nodded. They headed out of the cafe and walked over to the back alley, where parked cars and large dumpsters hid them from the eyes of passer-bys. A soft golden light lit the alleyway momentarily, and they both vanished. Nevada was by no means small, and when they finally reached that corner of Area 51, both were eager for a breath of air on solid ground. Mu shaded his eyes with his hand and looked around quickly, then pointed at a small hill.

"There."

While they were walking towards the hill, Aioros asked curiously, "How is it that you discovered this... project of yours to begin with? You can't be just taking a walk out here."

Mu laughed. "Giving Kiki some teleportation exercises," He answered with ample amusement, "He is young, and out of training, so there were some serious mishaps and even I was lost for a while."

Aioros looked to the hill again, still bemused. "And then?"

"And then I felt it," Mu said, suddenly grave again, "Do you?"

Aioros was silent for a while, then shook his head. Mu shrugged and walked on silently, Aioros following at his side. A couple minutes later they were standing at the foot of the hill. It was a earthen mound perhaps twenty feet in diameter, and just over ten feet tall. It ware yellow and bare, except for a small groove of green yew trees at the top of the hill.

"This looks like a tomb," Aioros said, expression suddenly grim, "This feels like a tomb."

"You feel it now, Aioros?"

Aioros nodded gravely and slowly. He felt it, however faint it hummed. Hidden beneath this mound was death, and a hint of the life that once was: it was a warrior's life; it spoke of power, struggle and an end it would not accept, a desperate cry of 'not yet!'

"This is a extraordinarily large tomb for someone who was not an ancient, vainglorious king," Aioros said dryly.

Mu shot him a look, and lifted both of his hands. The Aries saint glowed pure gold like a miniature moon, and at his command the earthen mound before him split open right down the center, shifting and rumbling, before finally revealing the mass underneath.

There, lying beneath the scorching Nevada sun, was an enormous man-shaped machine, silver and black, gleaming like a sword. For something that was once clearly alive, it seemed so mechanical, composed of pure metal and fiberglass. Yet for something so definitively inorganic, it looked so... expressive. Those powerful arms and legs, that gleaming chestplate, and that strangely humane face and those large, dull eyes. Once they must have been glowing with pure life.

"By Athena," Aioros whispered.

"When I first saw it, I thought I must have been watching too much cartoon with Kiki," Mu said with a matter-of-fact air, voice flat.

Aioros gave his companion an exasperated look; really, now was such a bad time for black humor. He drew a breath, quietly pondered a few moments, before saying, "He had a soldier's burial."

"Aye, he did."

They both stayed silent for a long while, before Mu started speaking again, slowly, carefully, and very deliberately. "I want to move him to your property, Aioros. I think, I want to try... perhaps I can save him."