If anyone remembers I'm the dude that made Transformers 3 Rise of the Nemesis. Yeah. Decided to make a new one. So here it is. Enjoy. Chapter 1 Part 1 Space. An endless frontier, where rocks of different sizes and unknown origin bounce and crash into one another. Where the laws of gravity was defied. Where time drifted by, it didn’t count the hours or seconds as it went. A million years could past by but no tick tocks to tell it that the time was running out, or no alarms to tell it that it has ended. Just vast, pure nothingness. How quiet the space can be as the only sounds that could be heard are the occasional crashing off two large space rocks. Two large space rocks that somehow hit each other with barely any velocity even considering their size. Space and time is comprehendible, but some other things are not. For example, stars and planets, even entire galaxies, can form in the blink of an eye. Whether anyone wants it or not, the planets could contain life. Even microscopic life. But sometimes, life like no other. Humans, although concluded as physically and mentally short for other beings, are smart enough to be different from anything else on their planet. Very different. Even chosen ones rise from their ranks. And not just talking about clans, but even real chosen ones. Those that are chosen to live a life of virtue. Those that are worthy of the Matrix of Leadership. The large, yellow flaming sphere of energy whirled across space, bouncing into large space rocks as it did so. It wondered through galaxies. One would think that the orb of energy was doing so aimlessly as it awaited to be sucked up by a Black Hole or any other fragment of the imagination. But no. It’s surface was covered with nothing but raw power, and even though seemingly inactive or not alive, it knew, somehow, that it was being pursued. Any power or source of energy big enough to destroy entire planets would somehow be detected and snatched sooner or later. All the better, the giant glowing orb was on a mission unlike any other. It wanted to deactivate itself, and be free of all the greed and hunger faced by beings of all sorts. Behind the large glowing sphere known as the Vector Sigma, a large, bipedal form pursued it. Leaping from comet to space rock in bound after bound, the creature’s metal, rock-like gleaming form never stopped. This was Bludgeon, and he couldn’t even remember how long he was chasing after the Vector Sigma through space and time, passing by galaxy after galaxy. All he knew that it was a power source that would feed him forever. He had a thirst for destruction, and the only way of quenching it was to retrieve the glowing sphere of energy. He had kept the pace up for thousands of millennia, and never stopped. His large, metal soles clanged upon different types of rocks and substances as he leapt bound after bound across space, towards his target. Time and wind had stripped the bare metal from Bludgeon’s face, leaving him with an ugly endoskeleton-like skull. His armor was like that of Earth’s ancient Samurais’, except that he wore that suit of almost-impenetrable armor long before the human race was even born. Growling with his bare, grinding and sharp teeth, Bludgeon was determined to seize the power of the Vector Sigma. Suddenly, the large bipedal form was pulled into the atmosphere of one of the planets in the new and unsuspecting galaxy. Bludgeon was sucked into a whirling vortex, crashing into a planet that’s surface was filled with red dust. After millennia, that planet would be known to the human race as Mars. The Vector Sigma headed towards a strange, puny, blue and brown planet, not even knowing why. It’s primitive intelligence led it there purely by instinct. But if it had any mindset of any kind, the burning orb would recognize this planet as one known to the natives as Earth. Whirling in the cloudy atmosphere of the strange and small planet, the orb of energy crashed into the planet, its impact hard but not as hard as most of the numerous comets and asteroids that had preceded it. Its arrival gouged out no crater and left no scar on the land. No telltale shocked quartz marked its resting place. It’s journey through space had come to an unexpected end. Was it as unexpected as the Vector Sigma thought it was, or maybe there was more to that than meets the eye?