Captain and Optimus in Camelot

[The Vision]

Optimus strode forward, leaves crunching and branches snapping, as he approached the noise he had heard earlier. There were two green humans on a plain, and one light pink-ish one (more similar in appearance to the Captain), not far from the edge of the woods. It was going to be hard to be stealthy. Fortunately, there were only three of these humans standing there.

Optimus squinted, and raised his right fist, signaling to Captain to hold his fire. This Internet business was a very helpful database for information on humans. It even told him standard military signals of the America clan, which, Optimus hoped, the good captain would understand.

Trudging forward, the impact from his steps became quickly observed by the creatures. Two of them started waving their primitive sticks, as if to threaten Optimus with them, and began yelling in some unregistered language. Optimus scanned these two individuals, noting that the third seemed too scared to say anything. It would be quite childish for these little things to be quarreling based on differences of appearances. At least on Cybertron, their war was over something much more important.

As he watched them, Optimus had to conclude that this was the case. He was a soldier, above anything else. He knew a hostage situation when he saw one.

Perhaps these green people were from the Greenland clan. It would explain the name. But there was no time for research.

"I come in peace," Optimus declared in Danish, "I only wish to talk."

The green ones glared at him, confused.

"You a Prime or summin'?" one of them said in rough, slightly odd English. Optimus' databanks registered this as "Cockney."

"Ah, my mistake," Optimus chuckled, not sure how they knew about Cybertronian military ranks, "Wrong language. Yes, yes, I am a Prime. Optimus Prime."

"You jokin', guvna'?" the other one snickered, "Your name is Prime? Cor, you don't see me calling meself 'Dexter Sekky!'"

Optimus had no idea what they were talking about, but clearly, it was amusing, because they started laughing.

"What business do you have with the... digging one?"

"Das none uhvya bizness, bruv," a green one snapped.

"I'd like to make it my business."

"Who do ya think you are?" the one holding the metal stick (possibly a sword with no Energon?) snarled, gripping his weapon tighter, "Buttin' in on someone else's private mattuhs?"

"Like I said, my name is Optimus Prime," the robot rumbled, "And... let's say I can be... persuasive."

Optimus raised his right arm, transformed it into a large cannon, and readied it. He raised his left arm and balled it into a fist. Optimus did not wish to fire. Hopefully, they could resolve this peacefully.

[spoiler]Cap, if you want, you can open fire somehow. It's up to you how this goes.[/spoiler]