On the other side of Cybertron, in the newly formed jungle to the south, new life is teeming and evolving fast and without restraint. However, above the jungles of Cybertron a more familiar form of life struggles to survive and endure. A metallic burning object was hurdling towards the surface at an alarming speed. As it hit it created two a deafening sounds, one of its impact and the other a sonic boom moments before. Countless trees were toppled and decimated along the three and a half kilometer long burning trail it left behind. Now it lay as a smoldering heap, twisted and mangled. In that instant a misshapen chunk that was once a door was blown aside and a small creature hobbled out from the newly formed hole. This creature was small maybe four meters in high, organic, pink skin. Bipedal. This was a creature most recognizable to the people of cybertron, it was a human.

He was a young boy about 16 years old running through the forest panicked and scared. His left arm had been completely severed in the crash, he now staggered bleeding heavily he was now fighting fatigue, anemia and shock, he was losing badly. As he ran he seemed to be surrounded by luminous eyes. He thought it was delirium, he counted about 8 at one time. Scared, wounded, and dieing he collapsed. It was then that a large arachnid like creature with long spindly legs came down upon him and carried the young boy away.

in a repair center on the outskirts of the city blackaracnia, the noble predicon, waits for a very unusual patient to awaken. Silverbolt her love stood next to her, in the past year he had intentionally had his body reformatted to his fuzor form to help ease the pain of what had happened during the war of the spark on cybertron. Now they both loomed over this particular human specimen while diagnostics drones flew about recording the boys vital signs. As his eyes opened the "doctor" entered the room. Her name is Botanica, a brilliant mind and unique among transformers for being the only one to chose a plant as her alternative form. She was now in charge of ecology and health for cybertron.

"so how is are patient doing today" she gently spoke in a calm soothing manner.

"uggg… where..?" the boy tried to speak but he was still incoherent from the anesthesia.

"do not fear you are on cybertron, among friends" she stated softly. "you were badly injured, you were lucky Blackaracnia was in the area"

he then looked over to see his savior. She was tall and slender, her body was a mixture of black and red while her face was all silver with thin metallic black lips, and glowing red eyes. At first he was taken back almost frightened by her, but there was an almost inviting warmth to her smile.

"how ya feeling" she said in a dark voice.

"alright I guess, my arm feels funny" he said still in a daze.

They all turned their heads mildly afraid to speak. An instant cue to him that something was terribly wrong. He looked down at the metallic form laying by his side, the claws twitching as he thought he felt his fingers quiver.

"your arm must have been severed in the crash, their was no way to reattach it." Botanica said to him turning her eyes towards the floor.

Teeth clenched he asked "and the others?"

"died on impact" Blackaracnia said, unwilling to sugar coat the situation.

Tears welled in his eyes as images n sounds of his now lost family rushed through his still waking mind.

"were they your parents?" Blackaracnia asked, beating botanica to the punch.

"as close as I've ever had" he softly spoke with a slight quiver in his voice. His eyes still fixed on his new twitching appendage. The tears now rushing from his still eyes like a torrent he seemed to laps out of consensus without passing out, he just starred. Then a cold but strangely inviting arm came around him.

"say rover" Blackaracnia, with her arm now around the young boy, said looking up at silver bolt. "what do you said to letting him stay with us, you know just until he get back on his feet."

Silverbolt gave her a questioning stair then just smiled at her and nodded.

"uggg, don't give me that look bowser boy! The kids homeless n on a strange planet… he needs someone." Blackaracnia said. They both smiled at each other then turned to the young boy who shot them a half hearted smiled.

"What's your name son?" Silverbolt asked him, expressing genuine concern. The boy looked up at him "Novastus" he said firmly "my name is Novastus".