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Dawn's Promise written by Ceara Ivory
AN: One year after Bartleby left Robotropolis: Robotnik's found a new contributor who gives liberally to the regime and what's come of it is really hurting the Resistance. It's looking like he might just win this war when a new headache pops up for him. A mysterious highway man and his band of merry men.
Prologue:
In the dark of the night, in the forest outside of Robotropolis, through the path, a large train of trucks ran. The Swat-Bots running the trucks watched out the windows. Their mechanical eyes could not see in the peripheral however like organic eyes do. They didn't see the rustling of the trees and brush on the sides of the path.
Suddenly, the head truck came to a screeching halt followed by the trucks in the rear. Up ahead on the path was a figure. Dressed all in black, it was nearly impossible to make out. A black mask covered green eyes.
The Swat-Bots in the first truck filed out. "Move citizen or you will be under arrest."
Silently the figure ran forward. It took all of seconds for the first Swat-Bot to be lying in sparking pieces of scrap metal. The moonlight hit the sword the figure held aloft as he quickly dashed into the forest, inciting a chase.
When the Swat-Bots were gone, chasing after the figure in black, half a dozen others came from the forest and climbed onto the trucks.
"WHAT!" Robotnik shouted the next morning. "What do you mean robbed? How does one rob a bunch of Swat-Bots?"
"Sire, I am only reporting what I saw when you had us check on the shipment," Sleet attempted to explain. "All we could find were the remains of dozens of Swat-Bots and empty trucks."
Robotnik stroked his chin as he considered. "Then we have thieves in the forest. Seek them out, capture them, roboticize them!"
Meanwhile, the mother of an impoverished family was searching her cupboards for anything to feed her children. Sadly they were bare as was the ice box. There was no food that day.
A knock at the door startled her. What if it was Swat-Bots coming to take them for roboticizing, just to satisfy their tyrant's sadistic nature? Slowly she went to the door, opening it slightly. There was no one was there.
She looked around. How odd that someone would just knock and then vanish. Finally she looked down. On her stoop sat a fair-sized basket filled with food. Curious, she picked up the basket and looked around again trying to find the saint to whom she owed her gratitude. Her search was in vain so instead she offered a prayer of blessing on the kind soul. Her family would eat today and for some days to come.
AN: This is another plot bunny I had this week and I just had to do it. Any similarity to Robin Hood is purely on purpose. This story draws much inspiration from the Legend of Robin Hood.