Welcome, ladies and Gentlemen to the new fanfic of the wonderful Galvanitro's Nova Universe! Have fun! Universal Stream: Athren 1010.27 Iota Universe Title: Nova Universe Backstory: Transformers. Their home planet, Cybertron, had known peace for many millennia. Then Megatron rose to power. He declared himself a Decepticon and he was determined to make the planet what he thought it should be. A race that conquered other planets. Megatron wanted to make an empire, and rule it as he saw fit. He gathered an army, and followers loyal to him, and he hit Cybertron like a firestorm. The Autobots slowly reacted, raising their own army, led by the new Autobot Commander, Optimus Prime. More than a century later, the war between the Autobots and Decepticons still rages on throughout the universe. Not a single Cybertronian has been left unaffected. Cybertron, Velocitron, even the planet Earth, the list of planets feeling the effects of the Cybertronian war goes on and on... The battle lines are changing everyday, as is the war. Autobots and Decepticons are changing sides, ancient powers are rising, old allies and old enemies are returning, and the universe countinues adding to their growing hatred of the Transformer race. Only time will tell what effects this will have on the war, and the people in it. What does it mean to be an Autobot...or a Decepticon? Written By: Overlord Balder Special Credits: Epilogue written and Nova Universe created by Galvanitro PROLOGUE. Among the Space, a lonely ship crosses the stars, An Autobot Ship. “Ratchet old friend, are you there?” The rough voice of Optimus Prime can be heard inside said ship; a hologram of Prime to be more precise. “Yes, Optimus, what are your commands?” Said The Renowned Autobot Medic Ratchet, commander of the ship, in a respectful tone: he was always ready to obey the mighty leader of the Autobots without questioning. “I take it you’ve heard about the group known as the Wreckers?” Optimus asked humble as always. “Yes, Optimus, an elite force trained to destroy everything on their path, designed to be the ultimate force of the Autobot Ranks.” “Unfortunately, they are far from becoming the ultimate force, Ratchet, that’s why I called you.” Sadness carried his voice, “Recently, The Wrecker known as Springer left the ranks, we lost a great Wrecker that day, the best of his time.” Optimus stated in sorrow, “Since his departure, The Wreckers have entered in a Dark Age defeat and deception, their chain of command is shattered, the Autobot Intelligence System fails them and their battles can’t be won anymore, their numbers are fading way with time, few have remained.” Prime’s tone elevated, “I fear the Wreckers don’t have much time until their final stand.” “How will we solve this?” Ratchet commented, though he never cared much about the Wreckers due their violent nature, he was unable to not feel sad for them. “It is in you, dear friend, that I put all my hopes.” Optimus stared Ratchet with his blue eyes, “Only you can save the Wreckers from extinction: You shall replace Springer as the leader of the Wreckers.” That new smacked Ratchet in the head like a megaton punch. “Me!? But Optimus, I’m a medic, not a soldier!” Ratchet said in surprise. “The Dark Age of the Wreckers happened because they can’t work together; you have the intellect and the Spark on the right place, that’s what the Wreckers need, Ratchet: a leader with the Spark on the right place, only you can light their darkest hour.” Prime seemed sure of his decision. “I’m honored, Optimus.” Ratchet smiled, “I’ll do my best.” “I have full faith in you, old friend.” Prime said one last time, before his hologram disappeared. Once Optimus’ hologram disappeared, Ratchet sat on his chair, with his hands on his forehead. “Oh, Primus.” Ratchet was now going to lead a team of havoc-wrecking soldiers, and he is not the type of guy that leads this team. … Meanwhile, on the Wreckers Headquarters. An old Green Wrecker walks amidst the corridors of the Headquarter: Corridors of rusted metal with some faded out symbols of the Wreckers on its walls, the whole place was in a horrible shape since the departure of Springer. The Green Wrecker enters in a room, bursting a door, seeing two other Wreckers [a red one and a green and brown other] punching each other. “Roadbuster, Warpath! You pair of mindless scrap! Stop fighting for a damn second and listen to me.” Said the Green Wrecker, annoyed and imposing. “Why do you keep ruining our fun, Kup?” The Brown and Green Wrecker [Roadbuster] said, kicking the red one [Warpath] away. “Yeah, I was almost winning! One or two KABLAMs and he would be finished!” Warpath stated, screaming KABLAM on Kup’s face [much to his annoyance]. “Sit down, Warpath, sit down please.” Kup then showed a file he was carrying, “As you may know, before Springer’s departure, we were collecting data about the Dark Quadrant.” “Oh no Kup, not that Dark Quadrant story again, it’s a myth, man! Accept it!” Roadbuster said. “It is not, a myth, you short-sighted fool!” Kup was angry, VERY angry, “The Autobot intelligence might not believe me, but IT IS NOT A MYTH! Springer knew about it, and he had proofs! We were THIS CLOSE of discovering the Dark Quadrant, THIS CLOSE I TELL YOU!” Kup punched his desk angrily and calmed down, “But that’s not important, what’s important is that I found new information on the Dark Quadrant.” He grabbed a control, and with the pressing of one button, a hologram appeared in the desk, the hologram of a planet, a black rocky planet. “INTHENAMEOFPIRMUS!” Screamed Warpath, jumping from his chair. “Is that what I’m thinking it is?” Roadbuster couldn’t believe his own eyes. “Yes, Gentlemen, behold the Dark Quadrant!” Kup said, proud of the image. “Where did you get that, Kup?” Asked Roadbuster, worried. “That’s the funny part: I was hanging out on Zurk Kalligeri’s Cantina when I a drunken Decepticon entered in the bar and started mumbling about some files he found while he was doing a routine research, he was so drunk I was able to get the files without even punching him in the face, look at that, ha-ha.” Kup stated, a bit more lighthearted. “WE HAVE TO WARN THE AUTOBOT INTELLIGENCE!” Screamed Warpath in worry [he was probably exaggerating]. “Why haven’t you passed that to the Autobot Intelligence already, Kup?” Agreed Roadbuster. “So I lean this precious disk to them, they’ll do what? Tell me that everything is false and there’s nothing there, then burn the disk because it’s all a steaming load of scrap without even checking, that’s exactly what happened before, Roadbuster, EXACTLY what happened.” Kup had bitter memories from the past. “What are you proposing, then?” Roadbuster was calm as always. “Invade the Dark Quadrant by ourselves, a Black Ops mission just like the old times.” Kup smiled. “I’m afraid you drunk juuuuust a bit too much of Energon, old timer.” Warpath said. “And you are too soft, Warpath.” The grizzled Kup stated fearlessly. “I’LL SHOW YOU SOFT!” Warpath raised his fist, but before anything could happen, an Autobot Drone entered through the door. “Lieutenant Kup, Sir!” The Soldier made continence. “What is it?” He answered with a grumpy tone. “Optimus Prime wants to talk to you.” “Blessed be that Prime.” Murmured [in a very low tone] Warpath, thanking Optimus for sparing him of getting his tailpipe kicked by Kup. “Optimus?” Kup smiled, “There’s been a while since the last time I talked with Prime; it would be good to see him again, put him on the line.” “Yes, Sir!” The Drone left the room. The Optimus’ hologram then appeared where the hologram of the Dark Quadrant was supposed to be. “Greetings, Lieutenant Kup.” Optimus was respectful towards his old friend. “Hah, Prime, it’s been a while.” Kup laughed. “Indeed it has, Kup, Indeed it has.” Optimus smiled [even though he was wearing his faceplate] remembering his old times with the old green veteran “Kup, I’ve heard about the situation of the Wreckers.” Optimus said with pain on his voice. “As long as we have a Spark and a gun to wield, we’ll be here to fight.” Kup stared courageously. “Kup, the Wreckers are on disarray, we need to fix this situation before it’s too late and the Wreckers perish, The Decepticon forces are conquering your territories with each day that passes.” Optimus carried the weight of a Trypticon on his words. “And you suggest what, Prime?” “I would recommend a great amount of investments on the Wreckers, but I’m afraid the High Council lacks faith in you to allow such.” Optimus continued, “But, I have faith that I’ve taken the right action.” “What action, Prime?” Kup’s worry increased: Optimus is always too drastic. “I’ve sent a new leader to the Wreckers, Kup, and his name is Ratchet.” That new crashed on the head of the Wreckers like a meteor: A Medic leading a team of soldiers? “What?” Warpath asked confused and a bit revolted. “RATCHET!? A MEDIC!? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, PRIME!?” Kup lost his patience right in front of Optimus. “You should remember that Ratchet is my personal friend, Kup, you should not underestimate him.” Prime stated calmly, in contrast to Kup raging commentaries. “You should also remember he saved your life on the Cybonic Crisis two years ago, Kup, without him, you would have perished to the Cybonic Plague.” “I suppose you’re right.” Kup calmed down [more due Optimus’ imposing voice than anything else], but still was visibly annoyed. Seeing Kup’s outraged expression, Optimus continued. “Kup, as your friend I must beg you: Give Ratchet a chance to prove himself worthy, I promise you that he will not fail in leading you to victory.” “That remains to be seen.” Kup’s gruff tone said, “But I’ll try, Optimus, I’ll try.” He was more receptive now, apparently realizing he was wrong. “Thank you Kup, You will not be disappointed.” Optimus’ hologram then disappeared. An awkward silent fell on the room when Optimus’ hologram disappeared. “Kup, what do we do now?” Warpath asked, breaking the silence. “We invade the Dark Quadrant.” Kup answered coldly. “But what about Ratchet?” Warpath once again asked. “He’ll help us, Warpath; I have a plan for him.” Kup was dead-serious: He spent years looking for the Dark Quadrant; he wouldn’t let something insignificant as a new member of the team ruin the whole operation.