Nova-Warrior

Nova Peak

He had emerged from the field, he had felt as if something bright and warm was guiding him, as he had risen out from it, he had seen something, something amazing it was a shining white light, as if he was from the pinpricks up above who had come to greet him, “Hello, young one,” the shining one had said to him, "Welcome to Cybertron.” he said, looking kindly to him.

He started to look around, seeing that there were others there, all of them wearing the same symbol, they had cheered for him, “Now, what should we call you, Young One of Nova Peak?” the shining one had asked, hearing that, he heard a word that he liked, “No… Va.” he had said, surprising the others, “Nova.” He said once again, liking the word, “Very well then,” The shining one said.

“Friends! Comrades! I present to you the newest member of our tribe. Nova!” he had said, lifting the servo of the newly dubbed Nova into the air, the others had all cheered at this, “Nova! Nova! Nova!” they had chanted out towards the world, as they did so, a Red and White mech had approached them with a cloak that glittered with the pinprick lights as he went and observed Nova.

He gave a smile towards Nova when the bright one spoke, "Well met, Censere of The High-Ceilinged Manifold," The Bright one had said to him, “What brings you to our people?” he had asked, "I heard how you were coming to Nova Peak and knew what you were planning," Censere said, giving a kind smile to Nova, "There are so few of us, I wanted to be here to greet Nova here, Prima."

Prima, that was the name of The Bright One, Nova thought it suited him, “Very well then, servant of The Five,” he said, “You may come to witness the birth of Nova.” Prima had said, Censere had approached him,  before he had made a gesture towards Nova before going to tap his spark chamber lightly, “May Primus light your way,” Censere had started the prayer, tapping his Transformation Cog area.

“May Adaptus give you health and strength,” Censere continued, tapping his helm now, “May Solomus test your wisdom,” Censere said before tapping his optic ridges, “May Epistemus let you see and learn all,” he went before touching his spark chamber once again, “And may Mortilus greet you in the end.” he had finished before backing away, resting on his staff comfortably as he did so.

Censere had smiled a kind smile towards Nova before he had started to move, “Where are you off to now?” Prima had asked of Censere, “To meet my brother now,” he had told them, surprising others and confusing Nova, “He told me of two warriors in The South that I must meet." He had said, making both Nova and Prima curious as he had started to walk away from them.

Nova had no idea what was going on while Prima had walked over to pick up a chipped sword, giving a swing before sheathing it, "Let us make haste!" He had shouted, "If we march now we can return to The Citadel tomorrow!" He had told them, hearing that, the other warriors had obeyed and did what was asked, as they did, Nova just looked around confused, "Hey!" Another shouted.

Nova turned and caught a blade that was thrown his way, "You're gonna need this for the journey." He said before walking with the others, nervously marching, "Nova! Come over here!" Prima said, motioning for him to approach as they continued their march, as he walked up by his side, Prima gave a kind smile, "Do not worry young Nova," he had said to the fresh mech.

"The Five watch over us." He said, confusing Nova, "Who are the Five?" He had asked of Prima, hearing this, Prima looked at him, "They are our gods," he said, "Those who formed Cybertron, the world we walk on," as Prima said this they continued to walk while Nova looked at the ground amazed, "Would you like to hear their story?" He had asked Nova, "Yes." He said, curious on what a God was.

Prima smiled before speaking, "In the beginning, before time and nearly all other life, there was an entity, its name lost to time, that explored the cosmos," Prima said, others listening in, "Until one day, the being had two thoughts, and therefore split into two minds." He said, surprising Nova at the action, "One enjoyed all and wished to create as well,” he said, motioning to the ground.

“The other despised all and instead wished for only themself to remain.” he had said, “Eventually the two minds split and had created their two forms, one became Primus, The Life-Giver, while the other became Unicron, The Chaos-Bringer,” he had told of them, “It was then that the two of them fought against each other, planets and life created and destroyed during their epic battle.” he explained to them.

“But like any warrior, Primus grew tired, Unicron took this advantage and had sliced Primus in half.” he had told them, making Nova and those who hadn’t heard the story gasp, “But that was not the end of Primus,” he told them, “The First Age of Darkness had begun, but the remains of Primus started to reform, and turn the one into Five.” he had told them all as they continued the trek.

“From his Light, Primus was Reborn as Primus Minor, The Life-Giver and Light-Giver,” he had explained to them, “From his Spark came forth Mortilus, second of them who was the antithesis of his brother, The Death-Bringer,” he had told them, sounding less than pleased by it, all of them listening to the story now of the birth of The Five as they were taught.

“From the Right Half of his Brain-Module was born Solomus, Wisdom Incarnate with his twin born from the Left Half was Epistemus, Knowledge Personified, the two of them together would become the architects of their future,” he had told them, Nova recalling all of the names he had been told, “And finally, from his metal, Adaptus, Blessed with Infinite Shapes, came forth, molding Cybertron and its two moons,”

“And thus, where once there were two, there are now six, Unicron against the Clenched Fist of Primus.” he had told them, hearing the end of it, Nova had started to clap at that, happy at the thought when they had started to hear something, it was the sound of others, “Maraudicons!” Prima had shouted, drawing his blade, the others following suit, “Prepare yourselves!” he shouted when they came.

That was when the Maraudicons as they were called rushed downhill, some of them brandishing swords, others spears and axes, one of them had a bow, “Hey! Nova!”  the one who tossed him the blade, “Swing and block with it if you wanna live!” he said before he had went and swung his ax towards an enemy, beheading them easily before he had went and attacked another.

Nova, seeing this, had turned towards a Maraudicon who was grinning towards him, hearing seeing this, he had lifted the blade up and had blocked an attack, the metal ringing as his arms shook, he went and nervously slashed weakly, the Maraudicon had just laughed as he had thrown another swing of his blade at Nova, throwing his blade out of his servos, Nova had fallen onto his aft, scared.

He had started to back away like crazy from it all, as the Maraudicon had approached, “Here little bot,” he had said, taunting him with a digit, “Come over and play.” he had taunted as Nova sped up until his servo had gripped something, taking it, he had used all of his strength and stabbed the air in front of him with optics closed, he had felt contact then and opened as a liquid dripped onto his face plate.

The Maraudicon was stabbed in through the intake, the bot had slid down it, his servos spasming until he had slid onto Nova, he had panicked at this, unknowing what to do as the one that had given him his sword had went and picked him up, “Good work, Nova!” he told him, helping the young Mech up and pulling his sword out, “We’ll get you some of the good stuff when this is over!” he said as they went and fought.

His comrade helping him, back to back now, “By the way!” he said, slashing at another as they heard a sword break, “Name’s Illustris!” he had said as the Maraudicons had started to run away, “Victory!” Prima had shouted, raising the blade into the air, showing them that they had won, The others cheering as well before he had seen something in the ridgeline, “What is that?” Nova had asked, pointing.

Others had looked where he was pointing and some smiled at the sight, “That is our home,” Prima said, wiping spilled energon off of his optic ridge, “That is my Citadel of Light.” he had told him, gripping him in a one armed hug, “I am glad that you have survived, Nova.” he had told him, his face plate and words ringing true as he had said this, Nova feeling happy as he did so.

As they had continued onward, the one that was there had reached them, “We better make haste, Lord Prima,” The friend that had been helping him said, “Those were scouts, he answered “Don’t want to be here if they come.” Prima had nodded at that, still holding the broken blade, “Thank you Illustris.” he had said as they had approached the Citadel where there were cheers coming from.

As they had reached the entrance, the door had started to open, Femmes and Mechs approached them with Energon as well as other libations were passed out amongst the others, all of them cheering and happy as a Mech had handed him a message, “A letter from The Mountaintop.” he had said, handing it to Prima who had read it, a smile spreading across his face plate.

“Micronus has agreed to meet,” he had said, Nova not knowing who that was but everyone else seemed excited at this, “Tonight! We celebrate!” hearing that, all of them cheering, a few of them grabbing him and pulling Nova into the libations, as Nova had looked and was given his first drink, he had smiled towards them all, today was his first day, and it was the greatest day of his life.

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Protohex

They were one, now they were two, that was Galvatrons earliest memory, he and his brother were born from a Hot Spot as Septimus called them and were captured by the Supplicants of Arrius, whoever the frag that was, a god, a god king, or just some excuse for Septimus Prime and his followers, Galvatron didn’t know, but he did know was that Septimus Prime was a vain and cruel mech.

Galvatron and his brother had been dropped into this arena and were thrown weapons, he had taken an ax while his brother had taken two swords, he always was the faster of the two of them, the twins had fought like they were told and slayed any challenger that had been sent their way and every time, the two of them had dealt with and slayed the enemies that they were against.

Enemy after enemy, after enemy, overtime they had learned that Galvatron was more suited for power with his ax while his twin was a duel wielding terror, his two swords cutting many to ribbons, the two of them were a sight with many supplicants calling their fights the Reign of The Twins, that was, until today, Galvatron was snapped out of his thoughts as he and the ax in his servos were knocked to the side.

“Damn you–” his twin went as he had gotten the upperservo now, “–Don’t let me win!” He had snarled towards Galvatron on the ground, “Raaghh!” he went, “I have little choice in the matter.” he told his brother, waiting for the final blow as his other half lifted the blades, looking ready to strike, “How amusing…” their torturer and master had said, “…But why the hesitation?” he asked, “Finish him.” at that, the brothers looked up.

“He… He’s my brother.” Galvatron heard while he snarled towards the bejeweled leader, sipping Energon while they all starved, “Like you, he is naught but a Primus-Condemned Barbarian.” Septimus said, his supplicants nodding along as they watched, "We haven't sufficient Energon for the both of you." He said with a smile as Galvatron watched one spill some as they drank.

"Thus the Reign of The Twins must cease." Septimus had told them, “And if your combat amuses we Supplicants of Arrius… so much the better.” he had told them, making Galvatron want to climb up there and chop his smug helm off, “Finish your brother or join him.” Septimus had told his brother, Galvatron saw as his twin hesitated when the two of them started to hear the sound of fire and smell smelting steel.

“These Supplicants of yours…” a voice, a loud and mighty voice that drew the attention of not just the brothers but Septimus as well, “Eh?” he had went as the carnage had begun in earnest, “…Perhaps they do have Energon to Spare.” a conqueror made in Gunmetal Grey with servos as bright as an inferno tore through Septimus’ hanger ons easily, “Ahhh!” “Yaah!” “Nooo!” they went.

As the warrior had finished with the last of them, the twins could only watch as their, hopefully, grinning liberator had picked Septimus up by the throat, where he touched smoke rose up from, “Who– who dares to defile the parapet of Septimus Prime?” he had demanded, trying to hide his fear from him, “I am the FIRST who was named.” the stranger had answered.

“Do you understand my words?” He had asked of them, “I am from the place of shadows, and my Darkness knows no limits.” he had said to Septimus, right before he looked down at the twins, holding Septimus over the arena as he did, “Now, this Arrius, you supplicate to…?” he had asked of them, his twin, unafraid had answered, “He is our God of Wisdom and Providence.” his brother told the stranger.

“We fight and die in his name.” the other gladiators all looking from the cages and watching as the stranger had started to smile at them now, “Ah! I know of that God.” The Stranger had told them, “In the Darklands, we call him Solomus– as shall you.” he had said towards the two, “Tell me your name.” he had asked of them grinning as he said this towards the duo, both looking up to answer him.

“Arcee.” His brother said, “Beside me is my brother, Galvatron.” Arcee had told him, both looking towards him with no fear, “Well met.” the stranger said, “Indeed. The glory of The Darklands shall envelop you.” he had said when Septimus Prima had decided it was time for him to speak as the twins kneeled towards their new lord, “I– I shall never join your hordes.” Septimus said, shaking in both pain and fear.

This made the stranger lose his smile, “I wasn’t speaking to you, Septimus Prime…” he had said before dropping him, making him fall into the arena where Galvatron and Arcee watched him fall to the ground, “…I was speaking to the Barbarians.” he said to the pair of Gladiators who understood it, he was giving them a chance to take vengeance on their slaver.

The two, understanding, had gotten up and approached the False Prime, the fear obvious in his optics as their blades glinted, “Perhaps I was hasty with my words…” he had started to say but neither twin would listen as they had started to hack and slash at their former master, the gladiators cheering for them when The Stranger had spoken again, “Gladiators! Warriors! Hear me!” he had said.

At that, the twins and the Gladiators all looked to him as The Warrior had leapt into the arena, all of them paying attention to him, “You have toiled and fought for the entertainment of others! Your fate decided by them!” he said, the anger coming from them all now, “But now your fates are yours! You are free to go where you want!” he had told the assembled group who were looking at each other unsure.

“Or!” He had told the group, drawing their attention back to him, “You can follow me!” he had told them, making the bots there all look at each other, “And together! We can end the oppressors such as Septimus and create a Cybertron free of such shackles!” he had roared to them, raising his burning claws up into the air, “Will you follow me!?” he questioned of them.

“Will you risk your lives for a world where we! The ones who fought! Decide our fates!?” He had asked of them, hearing that, Arcee started to stamp his pedes, the others hearing that, looked to him which was when Galvatron had done the same, more and more were starting to follow them as they had stamped their pedes until it had become a roar, making Megatronus grin at the sight.

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As Megatronus and his gladiators had all marched out, heading towards their next point of conquest, as they did, three bots had walked to examine the corpse of Septimus Prime, “The Pretender is dead.” Epistemus had said to his brothers, looking at him with a glare, “Have a heart, brother.” Solomus had told his brother, now calling himself Tyrest like how their other brother took the name Censere.

Said brother knelt down and felt the passing of him into The Afterspark, “What matters is that they are getting there.” Mortilus told them, “The question though, is where is the eldest?” he asked them, making the helm of Epistimus detach, twirl and starting to create the calculations before it returned to them back on his body, “By my calculations, Solus, Vector, Nexus and Alpha Trion will engage their siblings.” he said.

The others were in agreement with that, “Onyx and The Maximo Trinity will ally with them and at that there will be a 79.86% chance of all Thirteen Units within the predicted timeframe.” He had told them, already creating a hardlight calculator to program and show them the diagrams that revealed the data that he had compiled, Solomus focusing on that while Mortilus wondered where their eldest brother was.

“Do we have optics on Optimus?” Mortilus had asked of his brothers, unlike the others, they had difficulty finding him, even though he carried the brightest Spark since their brother, but it seemed that there none of them could find him, The Maraudicons that he had killed were the only way for them to track him but they were few and far between, it was curious to say the least and the ones that did seemed… changed.

It was curious for them as the trio wondered about it, “What about OUR youngest?” Solomus had asked the others, making Mortilus and Epistemus both look towards him, “He is still out there, building, doing whatever it is that he’s doing,” Mortilus said, “All I can tell is that our children are dying, changed from whatever he is doing.” Mortilus told them, many of them in pain when he collected.

“Well then, where shall we all go?” Solomus had said to his brothers, “Mithric Sea.” Epistemus had told them, “Two of The Thirteen will convene there in Three Astrocycles.” he had told them, “I am curious how the two will interact.” he told them, “I am following Megatronus and his band.” Mortilus said, “There will be much to witness and they will be in the center of it.” Mortilus told them.

At that, Epistemus nodded at that before looking to his twin, “And you?” he had asked of Solomus, Mortilus turning to him as well, “The Citadel of Light.” he had told them, “The First of our brothers children rules there.” he said, Mortilus nodding at that, “Ah, yes, he just gathered himself a new Sparkling.” he said, “Keep a close watch, he has a destiny few can dream of.” he said.

As Tyrest told them that, there was a nod in agreement at that as they had all split off in three directions, all three of them with their own plans and thoughts in mind while they had walked, The Gladiators seeing and glad to have the Priest of Mortilus with them on their journey, A Priest of The Guiding Hand always being welcome among those that don’t wave the banner of Chaos.

Solomus was simple Tyrest again, walking forward with a staff, having a smile on his face as he had went and headed out, if there was injustice, he would try and resolve it to the best of his abilities, starting to whistle a tune, one that his brothers had taught their first children with a sad sad smile on his journey, Epistemus was calculating everything that he can for the future.

It was difficult, he did not have the ability to see mystically like Mortilus, but his calculations made due, as he did though, he realized that he was going to need more… more, He had decided that for him, an even number sounded great for him right about now, as he had calculated, Epistemus looked up once more to The Horned Moon, the sleeping form of their enemy and it made him feel as if the enemy is watching.