A/N: WELL. Great time for my computer to crash, eh? (glares at faulty hardware) But! Finally got this up, the infamous intro to Star Nova. Well, I guess she's not Nova yet. She kind of picked that up in the Transformer's universes. Anyway!

It's not going to be Transformers for a bit, but that's necessary to explain her. Sorry about that. It'll get there, don't worry. You should know Star existed before I was a Transfan. She's been around as long as I've been writing, basically. I don't even really remember where she came from. She's just... there.

Also, Bananabird and I spent like an hour sorting out the first paragraph. Stupid existential ideas that only exist as concepts in my head! There's a few of those hanging around in here... such a bother to get down in words.

Anyway. More coming soon! I hope! Tell me what you think.

Every world imaginable exists within its own Universe, and every Universe exists as an entity of unimaginable age; conscious on a level of subtlety no mortal and very few deities could ever understand, and connected through a network of energies that is each Universe's awareness. Woven within and among them are powers of both Light and Dark, creation and destruction; powers that determine their existence and sentience, and that of the creatures within them. The balance between these energies relies on the unconscious manipulations of the beings they contain; the mortals, the gods, and the demi-gods. But the Universes themselves have no hand in this process.

Thus there came a time when the Universes had a need. They needed a way to influence the Light and Darkness that existed within them; the good and the bad. For many ages these powers had been self-regulating, but with time the equilibrium had begun to shift, and not for the Light. The change was slow but steady, and the danger became very real. They needed a mediator.

And so they created a being; one lesser than them, but greater than all which existed in them, to keep their evil in check and maintain the balance. They shared him amongst each other, and it was given to him to have dominion over everything that was in them. He was their Voice and their Hands, giving them the power to directly influence the previously intangible forces that were the Light and the Dark. He filled their need and restored their balance with grace and ease, and in time the Darkness was restrained.

Then there was a time when this being they had created was not needed, and he was permitted to go where and do as he wished. His natural dominion gave him great wealth and power in the worlds and among the peoples of the Universes, and it was not long before he began to abuse this power.

This was unexpected, and the Universes were quick to realize their error in allowing him free reign, and then to realize their greater error; they had created this creature with no set boundaries or laws, and being virtually lawless granted them no power over him to punish, or halt, or command, and none whatsoever to destroy.

Almost the instant their creation understood the extent to which they could not control him, he ran wild with his power, doing anything to get what he wanted, and becoming what they had created him to tame. They had never encouraged him to grow, and so he remained as ignorant and as uncaring as a child to the pain and fear and malice that was left in his wake, where there were none with the ability to defend or deliver.

There was an attempt made to reason with him, and one of his firmest supporters eagerly undertook the task. The meeting did not go well, and their creation, driven mad with his power, swore that Universe's demise. He went to work immediately, and for them it was less than half an age before that Universe had grown cold and barren, lifeless within. He faded away beyond their reach and died as much as any of them could. Fear was not a natural thing for them, predator-less as they had previously been, but they learned it quickly.

And there was a time when the Universes again had a need.

After much deliberation, it was decided that a counterforce was needed. A second being was designed, equal to the first in many ways, but created with laws and restrictions that would govern it. Its purpose was to balance the evil caused by their first creation, to be the Light in the face of his Dark. This second child was created, carefully and with great caution. The laws they set for her were written in the very fabric of the energy they created her with, along with the simple yet potent resonance between her life and his. They were to be a pair, and she would change him; purify his corruption and bring him back to his purpose.

This they did not tell her.

She was told to be a guide and a director to the Light and Good within them. It was not so simple or easy for her, as it had been for the first. She was left to her own designs to make things right, and because of this she learned quickly and well. She grew to truly care about the creatures she assisted. They came to be family to her. The power of her emotions and connections heightened what she could do for good, gave her more power than the Universes had intended. But because of the laws they had set, she remained under control. She remained pure and uncorrupted by this power, doing only good continually within her creators.

They did not warn her of their first child, but the day of their meeting was looked to with great anticipation and hope. It was not very long in coming; he could sense this new being, and she intrigued him. Their first meeting was everything the Universes expected it to be. He was entranced by her. She was a wild force of nature he had never encountered before, intoxicating and free with an indomitable spirit and a heart open and waiting to receive him. They fell in love and came to care for each other very much, and the Universes were pleased. The two beings balanced each other well and they could see their first creation rising up out of his Darkness to stand in the Light.

But they had misjudged the Evil and the filth that he had become. His perversion ran much deeper than they had detected, and perhaps, if she had been warned of that, much grief could have been prevented. But she was ignorant and naïve and blinded by her love. It made the betrayal unexpected. It made her pain eternal.

He tried to catch her and hold her. He tried to take her and bend her to his will, make her a slave as he had done with every other creature he came in contact with, and put her in a cage to admire like a trophy. He tried, but she resisted, and he could not force it upon her as he could lesser creatures. He could not keep her and he could not destroy her, as he would have when she refused him, but he could hurt her. And he did. He burned her with a flame that could not be quenched, scarring her deeper than anybody else ever could have, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. This was a cause of much concern to the Universes, but, as with everything else he did, there was nothing they could do.

And so their daughter burned, inside and out, and they could only watch as she struggled through the pain and came out cold and hard; knowing how deeply one could feel for another, having a great capacity for pain of any variety, and understanding that the easiest and most effective way to not have to deal with that pain was simply to not feel at all.

She was lost to them for a very long while, even to their standards of time.

But then their first child returned to her and in an instant that shattered across the Universe they occupied, her apathy and ice exploded into hate. She was strong enough to drag him before the Universes' council, and was infuriated when they would do nothing to punish him. She wanted him destroyed and would not believe that they had not the capacity to do so.

While she was distracted he forced his way into a Universe and hid himself from her. When they explained why they had no power over him, she was suddenly calm, but remote and stony. She could see past their half-truths. She had honed that skill among the political fields of the mortals. She knew and understood now, what her purpose had been.

That was where the cold war between the Universes and their second creation had begun. She could not be wild as he who had gone before her because of the laws she was bound with, and she continued to do her duties as a mediator within them with the same amount of care to detail, though her actions lacked the small warmth they had still held up to that point. There was a rift between her and everything else. It was intangible and unseen, but it yawned wide to every Universe who cared to notice.

Many of them fear it will never be closed. They may very well be right. Some of them are hopeful that time will bring her back. And still others stay quiet as they communicate amongst themselves the fact that it doesn't matter. She will continue to do her job and contain the Darkness; they had created her with no option but to.

And in the end, that was all that mattered.