Nova-Warrior

The Farm

Nova and the rest of the warriors that had been assembled by Their fellow Primes, wishing to witness whatever it was that Megatronus, Liege Maximo and Quintus Prime were attempting to create there when they had finally arrived there, looking and suffice it to say were shocked by what they had seen there, it was… horrific was the lest insulting way to put it as they had seen it all.

There were Beast–Types, Predacons, Cybertornians all who were altered and changed like monsters, it was sickening as they had mewled and approached them, as if they were looking for somebody to end the pain that they were now in as Prima had spoken, “This is an Abomination!” He had shouted, “You have mutilated them!” he had said, glaring towards Megatronus, “Mutilated them?! We prepared them!”

“For what, Pain Eternal?!” Prima had asked of them, “No because of The Disaster Vector Prime had recorded,” Liege Maximo said, “‘And a Great Cataclysm will occur, Beast shall turn upon Beast, Warrior onto Warrior, Brother onto Brother, Prime unto Prime, it shall become The Third age of Darkness, The First War of Mortal Conflict, and shall start with the fall of one’.” he told them.

“That– How did you learn of it?!” Vector Prime said, his diaries being one of his best kept secrets, only him and Alpha Trion knowing of the diary as Liege Maximo had grinned, “There is nothing my optics and audials cannot witness.” he had said to them, making them glare, “We need to end this!” Prima said, “This needs to be controlled!” “Put them out of their misery!” The Primes started to shout.

Hearing that, Nova and the others had started to back away from The Primes, seeing that a there was maybe fight that could happen, they had started to back away from the bots when Megatronus spoke, “Do not try to stop progress because you are a coward!” Megatronus had said and hearing that, the First of The Thirteen had drawn his blade, “That is it!” he had snarled.

In response, Megatronus drew his blaster and fired as Prima had went and slashed, the two energies colliding and making an explosion, making the bots fly backwards as they had seen that The Primes were starting to face off against each other, their true allegiances showing as the Primes had started to fight against each other in a bloody conflict.

Liege Maximo had lost his arm as he had thrown his Liegian Daggers at both Prima and Megatronus, showing he cared for none other as the severed arm had turned crimson and he had slinked away, Onyx Prime had tried to stop them as Nexus Prime had went and shot out a bot that had went through his chassis, “Brother!” Optimus had shouted out as they had continued to fight.

Prima had swung and clashed against Megatronus, the two of them fierce and violent, snarling and tearing into each other, “Megatornus!” A voice shouted, a servo going to his shoulder plate, “Stop–!” They continued as he had turned and stabbed the bot with the burning barrel of The Requiem Blaster into the Spark Chamber of Solus Prime, “Megatronus… I love you…” she said, stroking his face plate for the last time.

As they  had seen her servo fall, they also saw Megatronus drop his weapon, holding onto Solus as she became one with The AllSpark, “No… No!” He had went, grieving, “Nonononononono…” he had went, interfacing with her lips, as if that would fix it, but nothing happened, her body faded to gunmetal gray as he had shivered with grief and anger, “This is all your fault!” he shouted, turning towards Prima.

His optics were bleeding and Prima looked at him, almost apologetic as the others watched, “The only one responsible for this, is you…” Prima said as Liege Maximo who was behind Prima had smiled, he raised his blade and Megatronus’s servos turned molten when Optimus had spoken, “Brothers!” He had shouted, making them pause as he went between them.

“We have already lost our brother and our sister, let there be no more loss today.” he had told them, shaking in grief, in anger, in everything that filled him and made his Spark want to break, seeing the youngest of them like this, they had nodded at this, lowering their weapons as they had all started to gather them, Megatronus taking Solus while Optimus and Micronus took Onyx, today, two Primes had passed.

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The Tomb of Solus Prime, Upper Tetrahex

Everyone was there, every bot, whether they be warrior, farmer, Beast or Machine–Type, they were there at the temple made for Solus, Rung was there, weeping for Solus alongside the others, The Smith, one of their kindest and most passionate had passed away now and she was never coming back, as they had watched, Censere had approached the slab where Solus rested.

Caminus had started to sing a song of grief for his Prime, many of her followers including the Titan deciding to leave because Cybertron seemed so much colder without their Prime, others, like Cyclonus were staying behind for their own reasons as Censere began to speak, “Today, we build a temple, not just for Solus, but for all Primes.” he said to them, “For nothing is eternal but our love.” he told them.

“We all loved Solus Prime, and now, she is with Primus now, one with him and all of those that had fallen now.” he said, bowing his head and walking away when Megatronus approached, many of them whispering and his Darklanders snarling at those whisperers, he had rested a servo on her face plate, “Solus Prime, I will never forgive myself.” he said before pulling off her plating.

They had started to move and argue with that, when he had started to tear off his own, “I shall wear your plates, to remind me of my fault and what I had done to you.” he had said, replacing more and more of them as they watched, furious at the sight as he had been recrafted, “I had fallen, and from this day forward, I no longer deserve the name given to me by Primus.” he said to them all.

As The Fallen Prime had went and approached the twins, Arcee at attention while the other had focused on The Titan Masters that were there, Megatronus spoke, “I leave The Darklands in your care, I must complete my penance, alone.” he had told them and hearing that, they had both nodded at that, having control of their kingdom now as he had headed towards Metroplex and his Space Bridge.

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Iacon

Vector Prime was writing in his journal, his prophecies as he had written them when he had checked that there was a heat, one that had been growing for a while ever since The Titans had went and left, he had walked out from his chambers and saw a wave, one that was of The Electromagnetic Spectrum, seeing that, he had started to back away in fear towards the wave.

“Shield yourselves!” Vector Prime had shouted out towards them all in caution and fear as they had went and tried to do as much, but it was too late, the land had started to tremble and break apart, the minds of the bots had started to scream in pain and madness, already turning on each other like he had predicted as he had headed towards Tempo, using his powers to head towards the Titan.

It was only a moment but he was above Iacon, safe from the radiation with his followers as they had plotted a course through space and time, away from them as they had taken themselves away from the situation, The Thirteenth and Micronus had went and joined Onyx in The All Spark, now there were Seven, and he had just hoped that there was  peace in the end amongst his siblings.

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Aegiax, Twelve Hekavorns Before Part 4

Galvatron was approaching the two warriors that were there, “Your brothers are dead, Headmaster.” Galvatron had snarled, “Are YOU ready to join them?” he had asked the spear bearer, “You boast in the face of certain defeat.” The Headmaster had told him, thinking about their numbers, “You misunderstand, I merely inquire…” Galvatron said as the other approached from behind.

“…of your preparations.” he had snarled, the madness still strong in his mind, “You’re weakened, Galvatron. Surrender.” the headmaster said, knowing his name, knowing how he was hunting and slaying every Titan Master and Headmaster with their genes that he would find, but he wasn’t scared, not at all, “My weakest–” he had said before turning, catching both off guard as he had fired.

“AIIGH!” The other screamed, dropping his flaming sword, thanking the builders for his imitation they made, “–is more than a match for you lot!” He had snarled, turning as the talker had reacted, “RAH!” He had went, his cannon now destroyed, “Fall, Galvatron!” he had ordered, “Fall, like your master fell!” he said, angering him that his exile was butchered into that fable, “Galvatron has no master!” he roared.

Megatronus was his comrade, and he had slashed at the Headmaster for the lie he spewed, “Well, now Galvatron had no life!” He had said, stabbing him straight through the chassis, just missing Galvatron’s Spark Chamber, pathetic, “This!?” he had roared, “THIS is how you kill?” he had questioned, charging towards him, “All me to show you, Servant of Nexus!” he said, angling the spear shaft.

“Allow me to show you death!” he had said, piercing The Spark Chamber unlike this fool, “No–!” he had shouted, already changing as his body had died, his helm transforming into a feline, “–You killed Myskrion! You– You–” Not finding the proper word as he had lunged, “–Barbarian!” He shouted, settling on that word, “Lowborn mongrel, abandoning your own kind–” he went, struggling as the beast slashed his face plate.

“–ung–” he went, but not defeated, “For Nexus’ Enigma…” he said as the Beast bit into his servo, but Galvatron had gotten a grip on a paw on both ends, “Darklander, your kind has done enough to our world!” he said while Galvatron pulled, “NEVER!” He had told the Beast, tearing it in two, killing The last Headmaster of Cybertron as he had went to pull out the spear head.

“Never enough. Abomination.” he had told the creature, to become the helm of another like that, it was sickening to him, as Galvatron thought, a new voice spoke, “Enjoy ripping Cybertronians in half, do you?” a familiar voice said,not his brother, and that put him on guard, “There are worse ways to pass the time…” he had said, seeing a Vehicle Mode approaching him.

“To link Beasts to Pure–Born Cybertronians is a perversion of science and an insult to all that once made our race great.” he had told The Bot, those monsters having attacked Sparklings as they formed, no better than the Predacon Beasts that he once hunted, “Indeed?” the mystery Mech had asked, “I had heard you were… opinionated. I suppose that is why you abandoned your Lord.” he had said.

“I–” he started to refute when the stranger interrupted him again, “As for the Headmaster, some say it is not science, but–” “Enough, Stranger.” he had said, disliking the bot more and more, Who are you that falls next to Galvatron’s axe?” he asked, brandishing his weapon as the bot transformed, “Calm yourself, warrior.” he had said, “I come in peace. You know the term?” he had asked rudely.

“It means the absence of war.” he said, angering Galvatron more and more, “I am aware of the word.” he snarled, “In my land, we pronounce it ‘conquest’.” he had told Alpha Trion, “Well…” he said with a smile, “I come in peace, but perhaps I can offer you conquest.” he said, intriguing the warrior, he had fulfilled the first part of his task, perhaps he would give Galvatron the next.

“You speak… much.” he had told The Prime, “Choose your next words carefully, Stranger,” he said, playing the simpleton in their game, “For I am weary… and wish for this conversation to end.” he threatened as The Primes smile grew wider, “Then I will not become a stranger.” he told Galvatron, “Alpha Trion is my name, and I offer you Peace, Conquest, and The World itself.” he told him.

“Then come with me and I shall show you conflict that will lead to what you desire.” he had said, transforming and driving away, making Galvatron grumble as he followed, “And tell me, Alpha Trion, where shall we be going?” he asked, “To The Citadel of Light, where your destiny awaits!” was all he told him, making Galvatron wonder what this destiny entailed.

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The Citadel of Light

Nova Major was one of the last two defenders of Prima’s citadel, The Slayers scattered out amongst the world and even if they did come, The Maximals, believing that their master spoke through a Orange and Black Mech, were at their doorstep, trying to breach, “Kill The Servants of Light!” “For our Master!” “For the Black Spark of Onyx!” they shouted, trying to climb upwards.

Seeing this, he had looked to his comrade, Eucryphia, and the two nodded, ready to leave the walls, Nova transforming as they leapt off, “The Citadel of Light shall endure!” Nova shouted in his Grounder mode, “Fight for the future of Cybertron!” he ordered of him, “There’s so many of them, sir!” he shouted as they landed, “We hold the line or civilization Dies!” Nova shouted as he transformed.

He had drawn his sword, his ax broken a long time ago, but his last warrior had fallen, “AAAIGGH!” He had went as a bladed tail had pierced his spark, “Eucryphia!” he shouted, but it was too late, he was alone, and as the Maximals had surrounded him, he raised his blade instead of dropping it, “So, Beasts…” he said to them all, “…If I am fated to die, let history know I died for Cybertron.” he told them.

“Tell them yourself,” a bot said, drawing his attention to a new bot armed with a mighty ax, cleaving through the enemy, “If you fought with the same fervor as you speak, you would not need rescuing!” The warrior had said, going back to back with Nova as they had fought, “I thank you, stranger.” he said, “From when came you?” he had asked, “‘From whence’ Primus be with us.” He muttered annoyed.

“I am of The Darklands, but of late I hail from the Ruins of Aegiax.” he had said, Nova recognizing the name, “Ah! Of the legions that battled Nexus Prime’s Headmasters!” He had said, relieved, “Have you solved his Enigma–will The Powers of Combination aid us?” he asked, hopeful, making Galvatron snarl, “Nexus has fled–and taken his secrets.” he told Nova.

“Well then–where is your army, stranger?” he had asked, “Galvatron needs no army.” he snarled as they cut and cleaved, “Then this is your lucky day, because no army is exactly what we have.” he had told The Darklander, “Eucryphia was my last soldier.” he admitted to the warrior, “I suppose it only fair to gift your invaders with the same lack of allies.” he said as they got to work.

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The two of them were ‘victorious’ the land was littered with bodies, the Maximal survivors on the run now while they remained, The Citadel of Light, Nova’s home, was destroyed, but that wasn’t what was important, “You have me at a disadvantage, Defender of light…” Galvatron said as he had lifted his ax from a Beast–Types helm, “…You know my name–” “Nova, good warrior.” he answered.

“I am Nova Major… and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Galvatron of The Darklands!” Nova said, glad to have his assistance, “Tell me. Nova… where was your master through all this carnage?” Galvatron had questioned of him, “Where is Prima, the greatest of all Primes?” He said, sarcastic, “Why did he not stand with his valiant servant? Or did he run like Nexus?” he had asked.

“The Age of Primes is ended.” Nova said, remembering how his Prime told him that they would be leaving as the war ended, that the remaining Eight Primes would leave their destiny in their servos after they had sealed away The Maximo in his Titan, but all they did was war still, “Galvatron has never served a Prime.” Galvatron said, he was comrade, but never a servant to Megatronus, when a new voice spoke.

“That’s not entirely true.” a Bot with blue optics, covered in a cloak and cloth mask had told him, “Traveler!” Nova said to the newcomer, “I owe everything to you. Without your bringing Galvatron to my aid, my dream would have died.” he said, happy at that while Galvatron was confused, “You two do know each other… yet you do not serve him, Nova?” Galvatron had asked.

That was off, he was a traveler, nothing, special, he gave tidings of the war, but that was all, “Why would I…” he started, “No offense intended, Traveler, but why would he believe I serve you?” he asked, making Galvatron smile at the fact, “You… you do not know who he is, do you?” he said, “Ha ha ha!” he went, irritating Nova at whatever joke this must be.

“I assumed your rags concealed battle scars, not your identity.” he said, reaching for said rag, “Reveal yourself, Traveler!” Nova had snarled to him as The Traveler swatted his servo aside, “No need for violence, Nova Major…” he said, going to remove the rags himself, “…I just needed the two of you together.” he had told them, shedding the cloth off of himself.

“And the only way to move this one…” he said, unsure how to proceed before deciding, “…Well.” he said, shedding them all off and making Nova stare in shock at him, “They call me Alpha Trion.” he said, revealing himself, “And I believe I am The Last Prime on this world.” he had said, and that had angered Nova Major immensely, “Lies!” he had shouted out in fury.

“All of the Primes have left us! Therefore you could only be one of the changelings that hailed from Amalgamous Prime’s Kingdom!” he said, having fought and slaughtered many of those imposters after they killed his warriors on their berths, Nova had raised a fist, only for Galvatron to chuckle, “This should be entertaining.” he said, watching as they began to fight.

The two of them had glared at each other as Nova had went and gripped at him when there was a servo on his throat, lifting him up before throwing him, “Nova Major, cease this–” “Never, liar!” Nova shouted, transforming and ramming into him, “Everyone knows that Alpha Trion is the weakest! A historian!” he had shouted, making Alpha Trion snarl as he had went and kicked the vehicle back.

“I may be a Historian, but I can still beat your aft, Upstart.” Alpha Trion said, cracking his knuckles before he bared his fists towards Nova Major who had glared as he had transformed and picked up a spear, throwing it and hitting the Prime but making him just snarl as he had went and looked downwards at the fallen spear before picking it up and breaking off the spearhead.

“Come, Nova,” Alpha Trion said, “See how weak I am.” he had said towards Nova, glaring as The Warrior had charged towards him, taking a sword from the ground only for Alpha Trion to knock the blade out of his servos, surprising him as Trion used the butt to know him on his aft, having learned how to be a soldier in this new and cruel time of chaos that they found themselves in.

One where The Maximus brothers turned on each other, where great beasts, scholars and artists died so easily because of radiation, he had to learn to be tough and as Alpha Trion had glared at Nova, furious and angry, no longer the young hopeful bot he remembered, Alpha Trion started to hate it all as he had went and kneed him in the face plate, making him fall backwards.

The warrior had groaned, about to go and get back up, when there was a pedes on his neck, “Sleep for a little while, and know that you had faced off against a Prime and not an imposter.” he had told Nova before hiking his helm, knocking the young bot unconscious as he had done so, leaving him there on the ground when he had started to hear laughter.

It was Galvatron, seeing him, Alpha Trion had just vented, tired, as he had went and sat down on a corpse, “It was the only way to get through to him,” Alpha Trion had said towards The warrior, “We will need him for the future that Vector Prime had told me of.” Alpha said, making Galvatron vent, remembering when he had been given his task by a future version of The Prime.

“So, what will be done once he awakens?” Galvatron had asked, “If he is convinced, then we will need to move to the next part.” he had said, making Galvatron smile, “And if he is NOT convinced?” Galvatron had asked with a smile, “Then we will have to teach him the lesson once more.” Alpha Trion said, making Galvatron curious on what exactly it was that he had planned.