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.
I do not own Transformers! I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement.
"Soundwave" "Barricade" "Shockwave"
A mech silently walked down the street, sticking to the shadows. At this time of night, most bots were in recharge. All but a few. The mech stepped over a piece of scrap metal, trying to stay silent. His optics rarely left the mech he was following, only glancing away to make sure he wouldn't trip over anything.
His target was a young blue and white Autobot mech by the name of Bluestreak. Bluestreak's companion, Bumblebee, had left him some time ago. The mech found Bluestreak to be the perfect target to grab. He started to leave the shadows to grab the young Autobot, but shrunk back into the darkness when Bluestreak stopped in front of a black and white mech.
"Bluestreak, you're late." The mech said.
"Sorry Prowl. Bumblebee wanted to show me something." Bluestreak looked up at his older brother.
Prowl sighed. "Alright. But try to be punctual tomorrow."
"Yes Prowl." Bluestreak said, then followed his older brother as he began to walk away.
The mech in the shadows grumbled, his prey gone. He slunked back the way he had come, deciding the next time he was not going to fail.
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Bluestreak walked down the quiet street, humming softly to himself to break the silence. He paused, looking around when he felt like someone was watching him. He regretted telling Bumblebee not to walk with him, realizing he had felt it two nights before and had thought nothing of the feeling. Had thought he was still feeling anxious about Bumblebee's disappearance that had occurred a while ago. Bluestreak started walking again, but at a quicker pace. If only he could get to Prowl…
Bluestreak started to cry out when he felt someone grab him from behind, but a servo was placed over his mouth. The young Autobot thrashed, not feeling something being slid into a crack in his armor on his shoulder. He felt a rush of energy through his systems, then he fell into unconsciousness.
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A mech backed away from Bluestreak, watching the still frame fall. The EMP chip had knocked the young Autobot out quick. He picked up the unconscious mech and disappeared into the shadows, knowing his boss will be pleaser with his catch. The younger ones were always fun to break.
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Prowl stood patiently outside of the station, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Bluestreak was late… Again. He was going to get a very good scolding when he arrived. After another ten minutes, Bluestreak hadn't shown up. Feeling a little worried, Prowl started out toward Bumblebee's apartment, seeing as that was where Bluestreak would likely be.
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Bumblebee blinked awake when he heard knocking on the door to his apartment. /I'm coming, I'm coming./ He buzzed tiredly and got off his berth, walking toward the door. He was shocked to see Prowl on the other side of the door.
"Hello Bumblebee." Prowl greeted the other Autobot.
/Hi Prowl. Is something wrong?/ Bumblebee asked.
"Is Bluestreak here?"
Bumblebee blinked, his doorwings twitching a little. /No, why?/
Prowl frowned. "He did not arrive at the station."
/He should've gotten there in time.../ Bumblebee beeped.
Prowl's frown deepened. "Thank you, Bumblebee. I'm sorry I had to bother you this late at night. He could have arrived at the station early and went home instead of waiting. Have a good night."
/You too, Prowl. Don't worry, he's probably at home./
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Bluestreak wasn't home when Prowl arrived, nor was he home when morning came. Prowl, who hadn't had any recharge at all, sent out a bulletin about Bluestreak's disappearance. After sending out the bulletin, Prowl went out to search the city to find his younger brother.
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Bluestreak slowly raised his helm, his movements unsure, his processor foggy and sluggish. He wasn't exactly sure where he was; he barely remembered the journey there. He had woken up in some kind of transport and had heard faint voices, but he hadn't been able to do anything before he had felt a prick in his neck and he had fallen back into unconsciousness.
Finally, the blue and white Autobot started to come out of his daze and started to look around. He was in a dark cell, the darkness only pierced by a tiny slash of light coming through the small, barred window on the door. When his optics had adjusted to the darkness, Bluestreak tried and failed to move. He was in a kneeling position, his arms shackled out behind him and his legs chained down. The young Autobot tried to spit the gag out of his mouth, but failed to do so.
Bluestreak cringed, squeezing his optics shut tight when the door opened and light flooded most of the cell. When he opened them again, he saw the faint outline of a mech standing in the shadows beside the door.
"Hello" The mech said. Bluestreak tried to speak, but the gag prevented him from doing so.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't understand you." The meck snickered, reaching through the doorway and into the hall before flipping a switch. The cell's lights turned on, making Bluestreak cringe again. With the lights on, Bluestreak could now see his captor. He was a bulky flier, his paintjob black with dark purple highlights on his helm and chest. His optics were a deep purple, and the way he was watching Blustreak made the young Autobot shudder and drop his gaze. He then discovered, to his slight embarrassment and absolute terror that his armor was missing; he had been stripped down to his protoform.
The mech chuckled, stepping forward and kneeling down in front of Bluestreak, removing the gag. "What did you say?"
"L-Let me go!" Bluestreak exclaimed. "I-I mean it! P-Prowl will h-hunt you d-down!"
The mech scoffed. "Prowl will never be able to find me. He's not smart enough to do so." He says, gagging Bluestreak again before the young Autobot could comment. "There you go."
Blustreak glared at the mech as he turned of the cell lights, making him chuckle. "Cute." He said simply, smirking. As he stepped out the door, he turned to face Bluestreak. "Make yourself at home. You're not going to be leaving here for a long time." The door closed behind the mech as he walked away, plunging Bluestreak into darkness yet again...
"I tapped into the Autobot communications line."
"Soundwave, that's dangerous."
"Why did you do that?"
"To learn any news."
"What did you learn?"
"The Autobot Bluestreak has disappeared while walking home."
"Like Bumblebee did some time ago?"
"Correct."
"... Are you both thinking what I'm thinking?"
"He has struck again."
"Affirmative. I must do my best to track down where Bluestreak has been taken. Unfortunately, I may not be able to find him until he had been sold…"
"Which, by then, could be too late…"
"I hope we can find him before then."
"There is a very low possibility-"
"Shut up, Shockwave, and try to be optimistic for once!"
"It is hard to be optimistic when D-... HE keeps going or sending his goons into Autobot territory."
"Silence, both of you. We must not fight against each other, especially now. The life of an Autobot is at stake."