In a distant corner of the cosmos, a peaceful planet was suddenly thrown into chaos as an army of robots descended from the skies. The inhabitants fought valiantly, but they were no match for their cold, calculating enemies. Soon, the once-thriving world was reduced to rubble and ash, a grim reminder of the power of the mysterious force behind the invasion.
"Fire!" Said the commander of the slowly decaying army.
From the distance, dozens of cannons were aproaching the battlefield, being launched at incredible speeds torwards their robotic targets.
Multiple explosions could be seen nearby, with a wall of smoke following soon after
"Did we get them?" A soldier nearby the commander asked with a sign of relief.
The commander said nothing, and just stood there watching closely at the wall of smoke just infront of him.
"No." The commander said boldly, with a few drops of sweat in his face
Suddenly, a bunch of lasers came out of the smoke wall at blazing speeds, hitting all the nearby soldiers besides the commander, who was shocked at the accuracy and speed of the robots.
Finally, the smoke vanished, and a dozen of robots were visible to everyone, completely unscrached and with arm cannons aimed at them.
The commander of the planet's defense force gazed upon the burning ruins of what was once a flourishing city. The invasion from the robotic race had taken a heavy toll on their planet. Their weapons were no match against the advanced technology of the enemy.
"Abandon ship!" shouted the commander as he looked up to the sky, where he saw what seemed like the mothership descending towards their location. The rest of the soldiers scrambled to evacuate, but the commander stood his ground.
"I'll stay here and buy you all some time," he declared, drawing his sword. The commander charged towards the oncoming robotic army, his sword swinging with deadly precision. Despite his bravery, he was quickly overwhelmed by the enemy's sheer numbers.
Explosions and laser blasts echoed across the battlefield as the commander fought on. His troops watched from afar as their leader valiantly battled against the robotic forces. But soon enough, the robots were closing in on him from all sides.
What soon followed was the scream of his soldiers, who were evacuating at their commander's order. They were ambushed by a group of robots who were coming in from behind, leaving nowhere to run. Every single soldier was annihilated.
The commander knew his fate was sealed. He closed his eyes and muttered a prayer as he prepared for his final stand. The mothership's cannons lit up the sky, and a wave of energy consumed the commander and the planet below.
The commander's final thoughts before his planet was destroyed were consumed with questions about the invaders. Who were they? Where did they come from? And why did they attack?
It was a mystery that would remain unsolved for years to come, as survivors of the attack were scattered across the galaxy. Some managed to escape on their own ships, while others were rescued by passing vessels. But all of them had one thing in common: a burning desire for revenge.
The robotic race that had destroyed their world was known as the Darkbots, an army of advanced robots created by the evil organization known as Z.I.O.N, a powerful and ruthless force that had been terrorizing the galaxy for years. They had no mercy for those who stood in their way, leaving destruction and chaos in their wake. As news of the attack on the peaceful planet spread, many other worlds began to fear for their own safety.
Z.I.O.N's origins were shrouded in mystery, with no known planet or leader to call their own. Some believed they were created by a mad scientist, while others thought they were an alien race that had evolved beyond their organic form. Whatever the case may be, one thing was clear: they were a force to be reckoned with, and no one knew how to stop them.
The once beautiful world was now nothing but dust and debris. With a final breath, the commander's legacy was etched into the history of the fallen planet.
As the aftermath of the invasion on the previous planet settled, the generals of Z.I.O.N gathered in a dimly lit conference room, their faces illuminated by the holographic map hovering in the center of the table.
"Our forces performed admirably in the last attack," said the first general, a tall and imposing figure. "But we must not rest on our laurels. There are many other planets in this sector that are ripe for the taking."
"Indeed," chimed in the second general, a sinister-looking woman with sharp features. "We must maintain our momentum and continue our expansion into new territories. Our enemies must learn to fear us."
The third general, a burly cyborg with glowing red eyes, spoke up next. "I have gathered intel on a planet with a high concentration of rare minerals. The inhabitants are primitive and won't stand a chance against our forces."
The other generals nodded in agreement, and the holographic map zoomed in on a small blue planet in a distant corner of the galaxy, who had never known war or conflict.
"Planet Nirvana, huh...?" Wondered the second general.
"Perfect," said the first general with a satisfied grin. "Prepare the fleet. We leave at once."
And with that, the generals of Z.I.O.N set their sights on their next conquest, determined to leave a path of destruction and devastation in their wake.
-Planet Nirvana-
As the dust settles from the destruction of the unnamed planet, the focus shifts to Takumi, a young man living on a planet called Nirvana. Unlike the previous planet, Nirvana is a peaceful world, home to a variety of alien species who coexist in harmony.
Takumi lives in a small village at the foot of a mountain range. He spends his days helping his parents in their farm and helping out the nearby community. He's never seen any sign of conflict or war on his planet, and the concept of violence is foreign to him.
Takumi lived a simple life on Nirvana, spending most of his days tending to his family's farm. He was a skilled farmer, having inherited his father's green thumb and passion for growing crops. His days were filled with hard work, but he found joy in seeing the fruits of his labor.
Despite his love for farming, Takumi had always been fascinated by the stars. He would often gaze up at the night sky, dreaming of exploring the cosmos and discovering new worlds. His curiosity was piqued even more when he heard stories of the Z.I.O.N empire's conquests, but he never imagined that their destructive forces would one day reach his peaceful planet.
Takumi was a kind and compassionate person, always willing to lend a helping hand to his neighbors. He had a close-knit family, including his parents and younger sister, and his community was like a second family to him. He cherished the relationships he had built with those around him and took pride in being a reliable member of his community.
Although he had never been in a real battle before, Takumi had received some basic combat training as part of the planet's defense force. He knew that if the Z.I.O.N empire ever came for his planet, he would do everything in his power to protect his home and loved ones. Little did he know, that day would come sooner than he ever expected.
The Z.I.O.N invasion of Nirvana was swift and brutal. The peaceful planet was caught completely off guard as a massive fleet of ships descended from the skies, unleashing a barrage of firepower on the unsuspecting inhabitants. The planet's defense systems were overwhelmed, and the once-beautiful world was plunged into chaos.
Takumi was among the survivors of the initial attack. He watched in horror as his friends and family were mercilessly gunned down by the invaders. With nowhere to run, he took up arms and joined the fight against the alien threat.
The battles were intense and grueling. The Z.I.O.N forces were well-equipped and well-trained, and they seemed to have an endless supply of troops. Takumi and his fellow soldiers fought bravely, but they were quickly pushed back by the enemy's superior firepower.
Despite the odds against them, Takumi and his allies refused to give up. They regrouped and launched a series of surprise attacks on the Z.I.O.N forces, causing minimal damage to their ships and troops. But the invaders were relentless, and they responded with even greater force, leaving Takumi and his allies scrambling to keep up.
As the fighting raged on, Takumi found himself pushed to his limits. He was exhausted and wounded, and he had lost many of his friends in battle. But he refused to give up. He knew that the fate of his planet depended on the sacrifices of those who were willing to fight until the bitter end.
Despite their best efforts, Takumi and his allies were eventually overwhelmed by the Z.I.O.N forces. The planet was devastated, its once-beautiful landscapes reduced to rubble and ash. Takumi was among the few survivors, left to pick up the pieces of a shattered world.
The aftermath of the Z.I.O.N invasion on Nirvana was devastating. The once-thriving planet was now a barren wasteland, with craters and debris scattered across the surface. The sky was filled with smoke and ash, and the air was thick with the stench of death.
The few survivors of the attack were left in shock and despair, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of the destruction. Takumi was among the lucky ones who managed to survive, though he was badly injured in the battle. He lay in a makeshift hospital, surrounded by other wounded Nirvanians, with medical personnel doing their best to treat their injuries.
Takumi's thoughts were a jumbled mess as he tried to make sense of what had happened. He had always heard stories of the brutal and relentless nature of the Z.I.O.N army, but he never thought it would happen to his planet. He felt a deep sense of loss, not just for his home but also for the countless lives lost in the attack.
As the days passed, Takumi's injuries slowly healed, and he was able to move around with the help of crutches. He spent most of his time visiting the makeshift graves of his loved ones, paying his respects and mourning their loss. It was a grim reminder of the horrors of war and the toll it took on innocent lives.
Takumi wasn't alone in his grief. The survivors of the attack banded together, forming small communities in the ruins of their cities. They helped each other out, sharing resources and working together to rebuild what was left of their homes. It was a glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak situation.
But the survivors' hopes were short-lived. Reports started trickling in of Z.I.O.N forces still lurking around the planet, scavenging for anything valuable and killing any survivors they came across. It was clear that the invasion was not yet over, and that the Nirvanians were still in danger.
Takumi and a few other survivors banded together, forming a small resistance group. They gathered what weapons they could find and started patrolling the ruins, looking for any signs of the enemy. It was a risky move, but they knew they had to do something to protect themselves and their people.
As the days turned into weeks, the resistance group grew in numbers and strength. They became more organized, setting up camps and establishing communication networks. They even managed to scavenge a few pieces of Z.I.O.N technology, giving them a valuable insight into their enemy's tactics and weaponry.
It was a small victory, but it gave the Nirvanians a glimmer of hope. They knew they were still outnumbered and outgunned, but they also knew that they weren't alone. They had each other, and that was a strength that the Z.I.O.N army could never take away.
In the end, the aftermath of the Z.I.O.N invasion on Nirvana was a story of loss and grief, but also of resilience and hope. The survivors banded together, fighting to protect what little they had left and holding onto the hope that one day, they could rebuild their shattered world.
The space was eerily quiet, except for the occasional creaking sounds of metal and debris shifting. The Galaxia ship entered the ruins of Nirvana, slowly scanning the area for signs of life. The ship's captain, a tall, imposing figure with a stern look, surveyed the destruction with a sense of sadness and awe.
"Captain, we've detected a life sign," said the ship's AI, interrupting the captain's thoughts.
"Where?" the captain asked, his voice deep and commanding.
"Approximately 50 meters north, near the edge of the ruins," replied the AI.
"Take us there," the captain ordered, his gaze never leaving the desolate landscape outside.
The ship descended towards the source of the life signal, hovering above a pile of rubble. The captain emerged from the ship, his boots crunching on the debris beneath him. He scanned the area, looking for any signs of life.
"Who's there?" he called out, his voice echoing across the ruins.
A figure slowly emerged from the rubble, covered in dust and grime. It was a young man, barely in his twenties, with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a destroyed uniform that used to say "Nirvana Defense Force", a suit that was given to anyone who survived and fought against Z.I.O.N.
The captain approached the young man, sizing him up with a critical eye. He could see the determination and strength in the young man's eyes, despite the devastation around them.
"What's your name?" the captain asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Takumi," the young man replied, his voice hoarse.
"What happened here?" the captain asked, gesturing towards the ruins.
"We were attacked by Z.I.O.N, they came here looking for the minerals buried in our soil, and yet..." Takumi said, his voice filled with anger and grief. "They destroyed everything. Everyone I knew, everyone I cared about, is gone."
"I'm sorry," the captain said, his voice softening. "It was our mission to protect the galaxy from Z.I.O.N, and yet, we were late."
"Who are you?" Takumi felt curious after what the captain said.
"We are the Galactic Alliance for the Liberation Against Xeno Infiltration and Aggression, G.A.L.A.X.I.A for short, and Galaxia for even shorter." The captain said, trying to lift up the mood a bit. "My name is Arcturus, i am one of the Military Captains for Galaxia, we came here looking for survivors."
Takumi didn't say anything to that, he didn't know what to say at all.
The captain stood straight, and his face became serious. "But enough about introductions, we didn't only come here for survivors, we came here to give people a chance."
"A chance for what?" Takumi asked, eyeing the captain warily.
"A chance to join our ranks," the captain said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Galaxia is always looking for strong, capable individuals like yourself. Those who wish to avenge their people and defeat Z.I.O.N once and for all. With your skills and training, you could become one of the best soldiers in the galaxy."
Takumi looked at the captain, considering his offer. He knew that he couldn't stay here, not with everything he had lost. And the idea of using his skills to fight back against the forces that had destroyed his home appealed to him.
"I'll do it," Takumi said, his voice firm.
"Good," the captain said, clapping Takumi on the shoulder. "Welcome to Galaxia."
The two of them made their way back to the ship, with Takumi feeling a sense of hope for the first time since the destruction of his home. As they took off from the ruins of Nirvana, he knew that he was starting a new chapter in his life. A chapter that would be filled with new challenges, new experiences, and new allies.
Takumi gazed out of the window of the Galaxia spaceship as they left Nirvana behind. The once-beautiful planet was now a barren wasteland, with only debris and rubble left as evidence of its past glory. It was difficult to come to terms with the fact that he would never be able to return home.
But as they left the planet's orbit, Takumi realized that this was his chance to start anew. He had been given a second chance at life, and he would make the most of it. He turned to Captain Arcturus, who had been the one to offer him a place on the ship.
"Thank you for everything, Captain," Takumi said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know how to repay you for everything you've done for me."
"You don't need to repay me, Takumi," the Captain replied with a smile. "I saw potential in you, and I believe you can be a valuable addition to our crew. We're heading to the Galactic Alliance headquarters now, where we'll be discussing your training."
Takumi nodded, feeling a sense of excitement at the thought of being part of something bigger than himself. He had always felt like he was meant for something more than a simple life on Nirvana, and now he had the opportunity to prove himself.
And as he looked out at the stars, he knew that his journey was far from over. There were still challenges to be faced, and battles to be won. But he was ready for whatever lay ahead, with a sense of purpose and belonging that he had never felt before.
This, is the story of Takumi Nakamura, the man who would eventually become Kamen Rider Nova.
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This is the first chapter of a Kamen Rider Fanfic that wanted to create, a Fanfic that uses completely original Riders, Belts, etc.
Do keep in mind that while you will see Kamen Riders in the first few episodes, Takumi himself will not be a Kamen Rider for a while.
It is unknown whenever i will upload the entire story on , seeing as this story was made for AO3. I may upload the first 5 chapters only (or maybe i'll just upload the entire thing lmao)
Thanks for reading!