The Sound Of A Thousand Screams

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Chapter 24
{Tears Of The Young}
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Soldiers are loyal, they're obedient and take orders only from their commander. There's a thin line between a soldier and a slave. A slave being a mech who has zero will or say in what they're ordered to do, slaughtered or tortured when they show even the slightest bit of disobedience while a soldier is taken by their own will, however sometimes they're taken by force, to fight in a war against others that were taken by force or by will as well.

Soldiers and Slaves, the difference between them is thin. Slaves die and Soldiers die, Slaves are taken by force and Soldiers are taken by force depending on the war generals.

Most Decepticon Soldiers joined by their own will. Some however did not, joining only to survive cause they knew that if they tried to join the Autobots, it'd end with their demise.

Sadly, most of the time, those who joined to save themselves die first.

Most of the time.

However not all the time.

Sometimes the mechs that joined by their own will, die first.

"Lord Megatron?"

The warlord ignored Dreadwing, pushing past branches that were in his way.

Dreadwing was a loyal soldier, obedient and stern. He fought with honour and he fought well.

Just like Starscream used to be...before...

Megatron snarled and walked faster. His ginormous pedes crushing the twigs and fallen leaves underneath them. The night seemed colder and colder, wind whistling harshly into his audios.

The more he thought about 'loyalty', the more he thought about his soldiers. The Seekers mostly.
Seekers were...rare. They were fast fliers and their combat skills were impressive. They were fascinating creatures...however not all were as expressive as Starscream. Starscream was...different. He was...an amazing soldier. He was near perfect, actually. If he just stopped being a little too overconfident, then maybe he could actually rival against Megatron himself.

They did battle in that cave over the keys...Maybe when they could, they could try again...for...fun.

Megatron blinked before shaking his helm. Why? Why was he thinking about that traitor? That Seeker has been nothing but trouble. His disobedience cost Megatron so much, even his damned family is as disobedient as him.

It must run in the family...
Megatron thought as he broke another branch off a tree that was blocking his way and stopped, a cave with multiple pede prints leading toward the inside.

He growled and took a step toward the cave before he heard it. A scream, coming from within the cave. It echoed out and filled Megatron's audios.

The warlord stood still for a moment before that young Autobot pushed him aside in his haste to run into the cave.

Dreadwing reached out and grabbed his shoulder to stop him, the Autobot scrambled and kicked,
"Let go!"
He yelled.
"They could be in trouble!"

Megatron thought to himself, the scream. It reminded him of something, but he wasn't sure...
He started walking toward the cave, almost as if his entire frame was being controlled. It felt like a blur. He vaguely remembered the stench of hot metal and fresh energon, the darkness surrounding him in the cave, the soft glow of his red optics darting from wall to wall, the sensation of kicking up dry dirt and stones every time he took a step. It all felt so surreal, he felt alone yet he knew he wasn't...he felt like...he felt like he was reliving an old memory.