My friend Emerald Fire9 and I are in a writing contest. This is my story, which is two days late. :) Oh well... His story is called the Raven. Read them both, then leave a review for who's story you think is better.
Summery: Cybertron is split. In the Southern Hemisphere of Cybertron, the Decepticons whom are ruled by Megatron have control. They own slaves, who are treated as animals. The Autobots are in the North, and they believe in equality. It is ruled that if slaves are able to escape the Decepticons and head to the north, the 'Cons can't go and get them back. But, the slaves have to cross through neutral territory, some of whom would gladly bring them back. But many of them will help smuggle the slaves north.
"He got away."
Megatron roared with anger, slamming a fist on the wall. A few of the slaves had escaped from his grasp, and it was thanks to who the slaves called 'The Masked Mech'.
Starscream cringed when Megatron slammed his fist on the wall. "Shall I send out another patrol?"
"Not now." Megatron growled softly as he turned to look at him. Starscream cringed again. "We will find him the next time he comes. Now, get out of my sight." Starscream did as Megatron asked.
Megatron turned to glare out a window that looked over the part of Cybertron he ruled. "I will get the mech." He swore. No one was going to continue taking what rightfully belonged to the Decepticons.
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Solarflame walked over to the door of her dwelling when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to see someone in a black cloak standing on the doorstep. She recognized him instantly. "Do you have the packages?" She asked quietly.
The mech nodded silently, and raised a servo. Two Cybertronians, a mech and a femme, crept out of the shadows.
The femme instantly rushed them inside and turned to watch as her mate, Nightstorm, led the two into the safe room. When she turned back to the door, the Masked Mech was gone.
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"The packages are delivered."
"How many does that make now?"
"527, not counting sparklings and younglings. If we were to count them, it would be..."
"It was a joke! I don't need to know how many."
"Then why did you ask him? That seems illogical..."
"... It was fun to ask?"
"That sounds more like a question then an answer."
"... Where are you?"
"I'm returning now. Why do you ask?"
"Lord Megatron's on a rampage."
"He wants to know where you are."
"Went out for a walk to clear my processor."
"Great excuse."
"Do not use that smug tone."
"What?"
"I am almost there. I will be there soon."
"You better..."